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For the first time in over a decade, Arklon cannot contain his fear. He runs like a wild beast, shoving people out of his way, and catching a few knees and elbows in the process.
"Torrent," Arklon says, stopping at the sight of the burnt people. He points at the two and continues, "Torrent, I felt you use the god-magic back in that building, and I've heard your kind can channel the will of the gods into healing energy. Can we take twenty seconds to save those two?"
"Fine," Arklon says, sneering at the orc who attempted to smash him, "If you seek death, HAVE IT!" he roars, slashing at the thug's chest with all his strength.
I should point out that I used the 'Withdraw' full-round action.
"I could defeat him and still get away," Arklon thinks, then shakes his head. "Hubris, Arklon, hubris." The half-orc backs away, warding off the injured orc, then turns and moves along behind the bar, trying to climb over it as Kagan tries to vault it, but he gets his sword tangled up in the shelf under the bar.
Seeing Kagan land a solid blow with his 1-2 combination, Arklon steps over to cut off his opponent's retreat and avoiding the burning oil simultaneously. Once in position, he draws his blade and strikes in a single smooth motion, catching the orc at the shoulder and cleaving nearly to his navel. The half orc warrior slides the blade free of the falling corpse and drops into a well practiced stance, leaning forward with hands low, the tip of his blade at face height, and his feet planted wide maintaining perfect balance.
At least one of us is in China and I'm in the US.
Arklon maintains his stance, taking only a single glance at the front door. He nods at Kagan and says in low tones, "Ambushers deserve an ambush, eh. I'll pretend to be the bait, then we'll show them we're both jaws."
For his part, Arklon merely walks over and faces the stairs, 10 feet from the landing, but off to one side to allow his allies vision of the landing. He loosens his blade in the scabbard, though he does not draw the blade, and then unties his cloak, tossing it into a corner. Finally, he assumes a pose of utter nonchalance, his arms crossed at his waist, though the careful observer notices his foot placement is wider than normal, as though half way into a wide, martial stance.
Kallant's recollection jostles the same knowledge loose in his mind. "I have heard of this man as well, Kallant," the half-orc says. Upon hearing Mule's vague question, Arklon replies, "You speak in riddles, Mule. What are you on about?"
"Kagan speaks sense," Arklon says, having remained silent but focused through the earlier portions of the conversation. "As they say in my homeland, 'Though the mountain called duty is a heavy burden, one should not seek to lighten it by embracing death.' That is to say, rushing into combat with a superior enemy is foolish." The large half-orc warrior ponders for a moment and continues, "As to how to escape this place... I would say that is a question for after we retrieve this intelligence. 'If you chase two hares you'll catch neither.'" He is quiet on the subject of experience in battle, allowing his scars to speak for him on that front.
Arklon Coldblood is an imposing figure in the darkness of midnight. No cloak can hide the towering half orc's heavily muscled frame, standing close to 7 feet tall, his bulk increased by the shaggy mammoth hide armor he wears. Flashes of scarred grey skin are visible as he strides down the darkened streets, unconcerned by the frigid wind that was a pale shadow compared to the raging blizzards of his homeland. The long hilt of his falchion protrudes over his right shoulder, it's sheathe the only thing holding the flapping cloak close to his body. His stance shows a total lack of concern even as he walks through the shadier districts of the city, almost daring any pickpockets or street toughs to harass him. As he approaches the meeting place, some dive called the Poison Apple Pub he thinks, "Finally, the resistance is actually having me do something." He steps into the alley, approaching the door just as someone seems to be closing it. He sticks a boot in the opening and says, "One more," his voice deep but smooth. He maneuvers his bulk through the door, having to stoop to avoid catching the hilt of his blade on the door frame. "I am Arklon," he says, stroking his clean shaven jaw, "pleased to make your acquaintances."
I suppose someone may as well explain how the statline works. In your profile, the Gender, Race, and Class lines (in that order) appear under your name while in discussion and gameplay threads. That means you can add your statline in those and it will show up. You can also make spoilers like Kagan did if you have a large amount of information to display.
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