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Thokk puts on his pack and strapped his trusty axe to the top of it. "Would you like me to carry your hurt friend?" he asks the healthy elf about the unconciouss one.

OOC: Currently, it's Studded Leather. And this next IC part isn't in any offense to the players. I'm in character! (I've always wanted to say that!) IC: "I will be selling my armor," he stated in a matter-of-fact manner.

Thokk reluctantly agrees to split the 52 sp. *I should have snuck it in my sack before they saw it* he thought to himself, before saying out loud, "I want the shirt," and pointing to the chain shirt. The barbarian stands near Velaria, still a bit cautious of the new comer.

While Thokk searches the strewn about bodies of the fallen gnolls for any goods or the such, he hears the conversation and gives an interested eye toward Vania. "What was that all about, he asked," standing up from his treasure hunt, the rage calming, but enough remaining to take someone out...

OOC: Whoa! Who knew bashing evil creatures would be so much fun! Another quick question: After the battle is over (and it looks like the good guys will prevail. :) ), would it be wise to check the bodies of the destroyed creatures for supplies or whatnot?

OOC Question: This is just so I know. Since there's a rock there, can a character pick it up and throw it as a weapon?

The battle getting the best of him (and the blatent attack of his teammate Percy), Thokk unleashes a rage on the armored gnoll! Incumbering in his battle rage only allows the Half-Orc to let out a scream as he pulls his axe overhead with both hands like a steel worker making a sword. OOC...

Generally speaking, usually the guy with the best looking armor is usually the toughest, so being a creature of strength (and easily distracted by the shiny plates on the enemy), Thokk charges the "lead" gnoll, swinging his axe toward the creatures head. "Vermin be gone!" he yelled, trying to...

The scream hits loud and hard as the team makes it's way through the path. But as much as he'd like to continue the quest, Thokk is thrown into a battle fury, ignoring his groups actions, running to meet whatever adversaries he might come upon, and taking his mighty axe in hand!

A newly refreshened (and non-thirsty for ale, thanks to Calder and his wife) Thokk showed his appreciation to Calder by shaking his hand. "Be surprised, because it's not often I do that," he said, showing psuedo-machismo. Turning to Vania, the Half-orc gives him a once over. "Seems to be...

Downstairs, where Soma, Seba, and Thokk are, the fire still heats the room. "This is quite comfortable," Thokk says to his "teammates", as he sat next to it and warmed his hands, "Well, as comfortable as a Half-Orc such as I can be in this tiny house."

Thokk shook his head, trying to think. He might not be the best of thinkers, but the words Calder said were easy enough to understand. "Mirdor, maybe you should talk to the boy?" he asked the team companion, as he turned back to the man. "Might there be ale in the town for before our rest?"

The burly half-orc stepped next to Percy, letting his gear fall to the floor in a heap. "I'm Thokk. Do you know what the child is sick from?" he asks, knowing good and well that he himself will have no clue, regardless of what the man says.

Thokk stepped out of the way, but past Mirdor, giving him a growl. "I just want to know where the Ale is!" he loudly stated, his rage getting the best of him, along with his thirst so it seems.

OOC: Whoops! I guess we are already inside the village. Sorry about that. :) IC: Thokk, being a boorish type person he is, ignores the rest of the group and knocks on the door to the first house he sees.