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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Verbatim" data-source="post: 2077158" data-attributes="member: 15549">Zeric saw the hobgoblins falter for a moment as he spoke to them and knew that while Hextor had given them strength in arms, he had left their wills weak.~All the better to serve you...strong back, but no spirit...~As the brutes managed to regain their bearings as those he travelled with began attacking them, Zeric stood with open arms as one of the hobs charged him.~Come and face your fate...~As the brute lunged at him, Zeric thought to sidestep him at the last moment, but felt the proximity of the scribe to his position and could not leave him open should the hob desire to strike out at a lesser foe.Twisting in the opposite direction of where his body felt it should go, Zeric felt the blade knick his arm and while the cut was a minor one, barely more than a glorified scratch, the hobgoblin smiled as though he had mortally wounded him."Blood you have drawn, may you savor the cut for all eternity..."Bringing his morningstar up quickly, Zeric waited for a moment until he saw the opening in the hobs defense and brought his morningstar down seeking to cave in the creature's thick skull.</blockquote>