Dorn
Level 1 Half-Orc Slayer
HP: 27/27 | HS: 7/10 (6) | AC: 17 | F: 16 | R: 14 | W: 11 | AP: 0
Stance: Angry Merc

Dorn pulls his blade out of the dead kruthik and lets it clang to the road. He marches over to Morrik and grabs the hobgoblin, Come 'ere ya little ****! With one hand on his shirt and the other on the back of his neck, Dorn drags the hobgoblin to the dead kruthik, Think yer clever? Huh? He kicks Morrik's feet out from under him and pushes the hob's face mere inches from one of the kuthrik's spines, Marchin' us right into a bug's nest without a peep! Hopin' we'd be poisoned, hopin' the bugs woulda done what you can't?! He pushes the struggling hob closer to the spine, as if to impale him through the eye, Next time I get one o' these in me, you get one too. So you better give us some proper warning on everything there is to know in these parts, if you wanna keep both yer eyes! Without warning, he lifts the hob back up to his feet and lets him go, pushing him away from him, Stay useful Morrik. If ya aint useful, we got no need fer ya. Dorn says as he retrieves his sword.

After wiping his blade clean, Dorn checks where the spine hit him, Yeah, mostly a scratch. Was that poison that did most the work.

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