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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Forged Fury" data-source="post: 6815618" data-attributes="member: 95059">Brak Blood-Bear, 5th Level BarbarianThe final blow from Braggi dropped Brak to his back. Staring into the smoky ceiling, the colors of the world faded to white as his eyes closed. As his vision started to tunnel, the whiteness gave way to darkness at the edges which quickly consumed the light. Darkness surrounded Brak he felt nothing, could sense nothing. Was this all that awaited after death? How pointless.Brak's train of thought was interrupted by a loud pop as light, sound, smell, and pain, unbelievable pain, popped back into his existence. Had he only fallen unconscious? The gladiator could hear the crowd around him chanting. "BRAGGI! BRAGGI! BRAGGI!" With slow movements, Brak pulled his flask from his side. Bringing it to his mouth, he pulled out the stopper with his teeth and took a long drink of the basic grain alcohol. The bitter acrid taste shocked him the rest of the way awake.He could hear some in the crowd trying to warn Braggi that his opponent was not quite dead yet, but their cries were drowned out by those too intoxicated with bloodlust to notice anything other than the dwarf. Grabbing his greataxe, he clambered to one knee. At that point, the dwarf finally turned around to deliver the death blow, only to find the human gladiator miraculously recovered. Growling in rage, bubbles of blood sputtering from his mouth, Brak leveled a vicious blow, catching the dwarf in the side and doubling him over. Rising the rest of the way to his feet, he delivered an overhead cut, catching the dwarf in his back and driving him to the ground. Placing one booted foot on the dying dwarf, Brak shouted, "You call this a champion?"Not willing to risk any more miracles, the gladiator turned around and delivered a swift chop, aiming for the dwarf's neck and severing his head cleanly. Brak warily observed the tattoos fading from the dwarf's form and flashing into the bracers. He squinted duly, figuring it to be magic of some sort. He plucked them off, in the event they could bring the dwarf back from the dead. "Well fought, little man." Glancing around, Brak searched for Tirion, hoping the cleric could make himself useful and heal some of his wounds.</blockquote>

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