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Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 50
Continuing to get pierced by the teeth of the beast, Thordak roars in pain. Upon hearing Shalelu, he furrows his eyebrows. "Is she mad?! Keep it up?! Keep what up?! Losing?! That must be what she's speakin' about because that's what we're doin'; and quite well I might add. And you know what else, if we were havin' a good strong drink about now, we'd be able to move a little better in the water while we fly. Because from what I'm thinkin', these things don't really like to dance seein' they've no legs. Now if I only had about a 100 gold." He taps his chin, not exactly sure why he needs coin at this moment.
AC 21; Hp's 92/139; Confusion round 3; Rage 3/25; Elemental Rage(Acid)