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I've totally been forgetting to check this thread, I'm still around, I agree to all majority decisions. Will keep checking back for activity.

Hearing the combative tones coming from inside the building, Thorson strides quickly over to join the rest of the group and takes up position near Edmond and Brindom to lend support, his expression blank but his eyes... cold.

Thorson follows the halflings instructions while keeping a sharper eye out than usual for any disturbances that might signal that the lad had found trouble.

Thorson holds no expression as he carries his axe slung across his shoulder blades in a non-threatening fashion.

Thorson does his level best to look intimidating and follows Edmond at a distance of a few paces while keeping an eye out for heads that need to be cracked.

Half-orcs fear nothing more than politics. Or maybe it's just Thorson... He's had a bad experience.

I like to move it

Can more than one person fit in the liripoop at the same time? If so, I could fly with her, I don't think imps or crows would do so well with an axe in the beak.

Thorson stands as far away in the room as he can from the girl, his back up against the wall and an expression not far from fear cracks his attempt at a total mask. The half-orc's fingers nervously turn a thin banded gold ring over and over, endlessly. Occasionally a superstitious mutter makes...

Is Thorson invited? :) I thought we were taking a few weeks off while Ambrus was out

The always Jolly green half-orc is up for fast forwardage

We need to find Dj'hân. Thorson says quietly. He's a good lad, but he's still a wee little fellow if the guards manage to find him and he's done something Dj'hânish.

This is madness. Thorson mutters quietly to his companions as he works his way out of the crowd, a cowled cloak obscuring him as much as possible from being identified by the guards, but he follows Edmond, Manachan, and Brindom as closely as he can.

Looking somewhat moody, Thorson offers only a little bit to the conversation. "Dealing with rulers in their own domains never ends well for the interferer, is this worth getting involved in?"

Thorson slumps heavily against the wall in weakness, his jaw still clenched in a rictus grimace, breath whistling through his teeth as his labored body copes with the wounds and the utter exhaustion of the withdrawal of the rage.

Despite the abominations savage blows, the adrenalin surging through Thorson's body keeps him on his feet and roaring his rage. Feeling cramped in the corridor he takes two quick steps to flank the creatures missing arm and tries to open the wound further. 5 foot step to Thorson's left, Enraged...

Frustrated beyond tolerance the half-orc takes another swing at the monstrosity. 2 Rage points left, 23 of 32hp +4 raging hp for 27hp. Enraged melee attack +7 to hit, 1d12+12 (Crit 20 x 3)

Thorson bellows in pain at the thing's foul blow and as his vision takes in its unnatural nature he flies into another rage and his axe descends at the abomination with all of his might. Thorson enrages, 4 rage points left, 23/32 hp left with 4 extra hp gained from enraging. Enraged melee...

OCC: You could make a living as a lawyer in Baator

OCC: One of the big rules off the evil overlord list, don't tell the charmed guard all your secrets.