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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dirigible" data-source="post: 2639073" data-attributes="member: 12631">Jon Rane"It's dark... there're orcs behind me, strangers ahead..."Jon glanced over his shoulder, seeing the storm-wreathed sky partially occluded by the hulking forms of the orcs. The smell of old meat and fresh sweat was detectable even over the ash and mud of the cave."What fun!" Jon laughed, lifting his oak-wood club and backing away from the orcs. We have to lure them into the passage so they can't flank... no, scratch that out, we need to run like the Bale Lord himself was after us."You! Ghost!" Jon raises his voice as he glances at the pale figure near him. "Three abreast! Bring a friend! Rearguard holding action... oh, wogren dung, do you even understand me?" Shaking his head, Jon yells back at the rest of the refugees "The rest of you, don't linger! This isn't going to be my last stand, so I can't buy you very many steps!"Flipping the club into his off hand, Jon reached into his coat pocket and produced a small, knobbly sack. Ripping the frayed threads with his teeth, he spilled its contents of broken glass, jagged flint points, bent nails and various metallic splinters in front of him, hoping that the makeshift caltrops would slow down the orc at least a little when it came time to flee.Returning his improvised weapon to his good hand, the vagabond uneasily cracked his knuckles and took an involuntary step backwards as the stinking, panting mass of Shadow-soldier bore down on him.    OOC: Init +3, AC 13. Jon spreads the caltrops in the space right in front of him, then takes a 5' step back.</blockquote>

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