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Karthacus was focusing all his mental power to use his secret technic. This technic was pretty much him taking a nap while faking attention to all the talking around him. A big smile apeard on his face ... all these stupid humans werent able to recognize that he wasnt really paying attention. He was such a sneaky half-orc! Huehuehue.

He had decided to follow the little guys orders. On the one hand he was taking the most and on the other Karthacus had a strong affection to small creatures.

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Karthacus carefully walked around the small room. Watching the children, a big happy smile appeared on his scar coverd face. He could totally stand around and watch this little guys doing funny stuff for hours. Somehow they were remembering him of his little hamster he once was a good friend of.

Go to temple. You go, i follow.

Now it´s my time, let me do this! Karthacus steps forward, softly not to hurt him pushing the viking to the side, walking towards the crate over the planks. He grips it with both hands and attempts to lift it to secure ground.

Uueeeehhhuu, rats! With a grunt the hulking half-orc moves and swings his chain at the nearest rat.

Attack Rat 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 172d4 + 9 ⇒ (4, 3) + 9 = 16

I´ll show this viking what real power is.

Karthacus instincts were telling him that this house was more dangerous than it appeared in the first place. He was getting ready for trouble positining himselve on the left flank of his group.

Karthacus had kept cave for his teammembers, watching the street. In generel he was a pretty patient guy but the whole scene was getting on his nerves. With a deep grunt he pushes the Norseman to the side while with the other hand casualy flips his massive chain against the door.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 222d4 + 9 ⇒ (3, 1) + 9 = 13

Perception: perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Karthacus was following the other guys. He had no idea what was going on. His brain was first and foremost occupied by the thought if he should eat the small guy. That one was talking so much in his annoing voice and... he was easy eatable. So he could a. eat him, b. not eat him, f. eat him later on... In the last corner of his little brain Karthacus heard the voice of his last owner: Don`t eat people if I don*t tell u to do so! That was way to much thinking for him... all this noice and people gave him a bad headache. It was totally time to hurt someone.

Obviously confused by so much talking, one hell of a creature disengages from the shadows behind the Norse man ... nearly doubling its body measurements.
" Kaaa kaarthacus"

ready! playing this char!