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Kos’Atka ponders the sky and landmarks from the highest point she can reach. Upon returning to the group, she simply motions through the trees and says, ”We need to head that way, no time to waste.”

Survival check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Sweet!
Critical roll: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 1 = 15
Damage: 2d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (5, 2) + 7 + 1 = 15

Furious at the mangy, dodging wolf, Kos’Atka swings again with all her might.
Greatsword power attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 1 = 23
Damage: 2d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (1, 5) + 7 + 1 = 14

“Damn wolf! Sit still so I can make my meal of you!

Greatsword attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 1 = 12
Damage: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6, 6) + 4 + 1 = 17

I smile a wicked smile. Happy for a fight and eager for blood. Charging towards the beast, I unsheath my greatsword. “I’ll dance in your blood, beast!”
greatsword power attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (5, 6) + 8 = 19

There’s not too many things that make me uncomfortable, but strangers asking about my past is definitely something that falls into the “uncomfortable” category. I move my weight from one side to the other and try to act indifferent about the question.

“I joined the society to fight the stigma placed on my kind. I idolize my human side and respect my orc side, but unfortunately most orcs and humans don’t feel the same as I do. I was cast out by my orc tribe for being a “human sympathizer” and humans aren’t too fond of me, so I’ve learned how to take care of myself through the years. I’m hungry to prove myself and even more hungry to be where I’m most at home- on the battle field. As for how I handle myself in a fight well, let’s just say I handle it. And the only question I have about the mission is when do we start?”

I stand with my back as close to against the wall as I can make it while one hand is twitchily searching for the great sword at my back “just Incase.” I am confident, yet keenly aware of the eyes upon my green skin. This place smells familiar, but I won’t let my guard down. I have a sinking feeling that I’m not wanted here, but hope that this feeling is just that. I slightly clear my throat and begin, “I’m not much for small talk. I’m Kos’Atka. My old friend Shaine invited me here. For what, I wait to hear.”