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Repair Rigging Equipment
Crafting: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Planning a Route
Belkzen Lore: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Melor packs up his large tent and hefts the resultant bag onto his back with effort, but then moves on to help with re-rigging various pieces of equipment that may have come loose during their quick escape. He then moves to aid Ardax, but sees the route planning is well underway.

reflex(19): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
fail, 20/48hp then up to 29 after Skytar's heal, hunted shot on the mage, defensive armament, stride to keep minor distance(only 10ft due to dif terrain)
Melor reels from the watery blast, it seems his weapon suffers as well as the next two shots click off but fail to fire effectively. He braces himself for an incoming attack and repositions as best he can.
Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 2d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8, 4) + 1 + 1 = 14
Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 2d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5, 10) + 1 + 1 = 17

Melor continues to bore down on the heinous mage. "Defilement will not touch us this day, press the attack!"

Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 2d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10, 10) + 1 + 1 = 22
Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 2d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9, 9) + 1 + 1 = 20

Hunted shot on the mage, defensive armament for an additional ac, and uh rk on the drowned folks probably religion so only +1 but hey maybe belkzen lore applies since they're from this region? 4/8 shots left

Assuming I have at least 1 full round to reload my weapon(yay 3 action reload lmao) Hunt the mage, Hunted shot defensive armament

After taking the time to rearm his weapon, forcefully twisting and removing the eight barrels before replacing them with another set he seemed to keep on a sling on his back, before taking the time to carefully reload the new 'spare' barrels. Melor is ready to continue with the caravan.

Upon seeing the drowned creatures he snorts, "They just don't know when to give up. For the Torrentmoot!"

He focuses up tightening his aim on the mage before letting off two shots and posturing defensively.

Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 2d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3, 8) + 1 + 1 = 13
Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 2d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5, 3) + 1 + 1 = 10
You'd think twice as many shots would mean more hits, but these rolls have been anything but lmao, 22ac

Melor grins as one of the ghouls is blasted apart by their combined assault. "You are holding well Ironhand, steadfast and true to your faith, do not falter now!"

He racks the weapon again causing it to bark off another triple salvo. The third shot of the weapon sounds distinctly different as an audible click happens as the barrel rolls over once more. Melor grunts, "Will need cover soon."
Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 2d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2, 9) + 1 + 1 = 13
Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 2d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5, 9) + 1 + 1 = 16
Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 2d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3, 7) + 1 + 1 = 12

Hunted, strike, defensive armament for 22 ac, 1shot left in the chamber.

Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 2d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4, 10) + 1 + 1 = 16
Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 2d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3, 5) + 1 + 1 = 10

Hunted shot, stride to keep in range bracket, and defensive armament just in case, 4/8 rounds in chamber

Melor continues to move around trying to get an angle to help Njinga without putting the woman in danger.

Melor shouts and points at the undead trailing towards them and potentially towards the fleeing caravan.

"Halt their advance!"
His weapon quickly barks Twice as he locks eyes on his chosen ghoulish abomination. The orc skirmishes back to keep them in optimal range.

Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 2d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9, 3) + 1 + 1 = 14
Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 2d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9, 4) + 1 + 1 = 15

Hunt prey, Hunted shot, stride backwards trying to keep them in the 25-80ft range bracket if possible

Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
aha i'm in danger

Melor moves to calm the beasts, but the clanking of his equipment and haste probably doesn't make him the best to approach the frightened beasts.

Athletics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Melor hoofs it through the cactus field waving others the direction he takes.

1 point woo

Melor grabs his pack as the waterlogged hordes begin to shuffle onto land, "Elderly and children to the carts, Any who can hold a weapon get it done. We must make haste, and ready to destroy those who would desecrate our sacred time of peace."

While he wanted to keep watch, there was meaning behind the wonders of the floodroad and Melor could not sit idly by when he could despense with wisdom he'd garnered over the years and through his delves into Belkzens' storied past.

So he joined the others adding tidbits of information about how the various holds came to be and how life began to form and develop around the cycle of the flood, with Davorr

Belkzen lore: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

"I'm sute the hunters have noticed the lack of songbirds or anything of the sort. I don't wosh to simply be on guard, but... I don't know what we should be weary for."

Melor doesn't want to send everyone on alert, but he moves to inform the guards to keep an eye out as something seems amiss. He then prepares his own weapon.

Perception to look for anything in particular that's out of place

Njinga begins packing up her tent in solitude out of long habit, then, considering, she goes and seeks out her recent companions to offer her aid, and to get the help of extra eyes.

Many hands make light work...

"Good morning, soldier!" she barks, falling back to more soldierly conduct in her ease with the other Ironhand. "Tell me, what is an orc-march like?"

Having packed the essentials first and left them to the side Njinga catches Melor as he looks to be about to disassemble his large tent. He turns just before he uprooted the securing pitons of the front side.

"Hail.. though I wouldn't call myself a soldier." He rests on his knee for a moment, "An orcish march to war or one to a camp, they are very different. One a dreadful awe inspiring thing to behold filled with battle drums and Clan-hold chants. The other far more leisurely and pleasant and typically without the sound of braying horns and battle chants. I would not expect something easy, but it shan't run you to death either. We have the young and elderly to care for on our journey."

Melor's brow furrows for a few moments as he rips up the piton and begins to untie the rope securing the tent before moving to the next. "I suspect we will have scouts ahead of the pack due to recent concerns. And that troubles me."

Melor settles in having been listening to the topic of bird migrations from Davoor. But his attention quickly focuses in on Ardax. Once it's clear everything has been said, he gets up and starts to pack for the trek. Sighing a bit as he hefts his gear onto his back, checks his weaponry and readies it. No such thing as being too safe given the events of the last few days.

Level 4,| DC: 18| Resistances: HP 48/48| AC 21 | F+9 R+10 W+9 |P+9

The orc sighs with relief, "Ahh, many thanks. Were it that I had one of your talents many seasons ago." He lets out a soft chuckle and pats his leg before ushering himself to stand.

"As I said we should tend to the others firstly. I'll check the bears to see if there is any information to where they came from."
survival(with hunt prey) to determine where they came from maybe and if we could reasonably track where they originated from?

Melor returns with the battle concluded and quickly finds his cane, returning the crossbow to the guard as well before finind a seat to tend to his wounds.

"Your zeal is warranted, but we must see to the camp first. Gather trackers, hunters, fortify... see what the chiefs want to do. But first..." He gently touches the torn flesh on his chest and arms, wincing.

"A hand of aid would be greatly appreciated."
18/39hp since Njinga's triple action heal got canceled.

27/39 hp thanks to all the triple action heals

Crossbow: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Piercing: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Melor squeezes off another shot that goes sailing into the dostance, grunts with anger and drops the crossbow turning to head to his tent.
"I'll return shortly."

He rumbles off grumbling about poorly maintained equipment.

gonna spend 2 actions to head to my tent and get my gun ready lol it's definitely just the equipment that's cirsed right?

5/39hp eek

Crossbow: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Piercing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Clear the way: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

strike, clear the way(same map) which also reloads, stride

Melor tries to shoot the bear from point blank to no avail, tries to shove the mass off of him but finds his arms weak, and decides the best choice is to backpedal more.

Melor looks around as Njina calls for a retreat, well orcs don't retreat they tactically withdraw. Spotting one of the camp guards escorting folks away Melor shouts at him.

"Guardsman, your cross bow!" He makes a motion for the man to toss it to him and tosses his own cane to the side to distract the bear for a moment while the guard lobs it to him. Catching it he whirls about as the bear moves to snatch at him again and uses the broad object to shove at the hefty creature to buy himself time to reload the weapon. He then falls back getting ready to shoot into the fray.

Clear a Path(Shove): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Thinking a 13 does not push the bear lol stride back 30ft

"Hold the line Knight!"

Something about the air tonight feels just a bit off, and Melor shudders standing to head off from the party for the night assuming it's just the coming deluge. But then his stomach drops at the sound of screams and he turns to see the shambling zombie bears. He makes a break for his tent, but is caught off by them before he can make it.
'Very well then' he thinks to himself, 'Time to do this the old fashioned way.'

Melor braces his sturdy cane in both hands and yells at the threatening approach of the Zombear.
"Lok-Narash!"

He swings at the beast,
Grif Cane: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Bludgeoning: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Grif Cane: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Bludgeoning: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Grif Cane: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 2 = 11
Bludgeoning: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Landing a few solid blows against it's flabby hide. He spots Njinga among the crowd and bellows to her, "My cannon is in my tent but it seems equally suffering to my cane knight!"

Taking his leave Melor spends the rest of the day relaxing in the camp and speaking with various peoples. Including Davorr who seems eager to hear some stories from people.

"Hail Davorr, are you enjoying the festivities, the flood approaches soon. Have you ever experienced it or heard tale? It is said that the ancestors of the clans that tend to live in the mountains were once great druids that could call forth the ice and rain from the craggy peaks, to wash away the pains and blood in the valley to set the cycle straight once more. Why I've even discovered murals in one of the ancient tunnel-ways of our forbearers that discussed such a thing, though it is now more widely known that the floods are simply caused by the snow melt high in the mountains flooding down. But perhaps there is some truth to the matter in that druids or other elementalists were once responsible for aiding in the matter Hmm?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 3 = 20

Melor takes a long moment of silence as he thinks of what best to offer Ardax as advice, part of his job here is as ambassador as well as scout for who deserves the next trade deal with his clan.

"Well securing strong ties within the holds themselves is a start, but that's not telling you anything you don't already know. We must show the world abroad of Belkzen that we stand as a united front of diverse peoples, willing to work with them. Though we shall not be held under any of their laws, nor bow to any of their kings and queens out of any reason other than respect if they've earned it. Though I do not know much about the world outside Belkzen myself as I was born and raised here. So perhaps the others have more deep understanding of the wider world."

diplomacy(Kestrel): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Melor nods and beats his chest with a closed fist as they're brought to Ardax.

"The honor is ours. Of course you need not ask that you work while you speak to us. Though I am curious what has roused your curiosity in us."

"And you best not think about hunting anymore folk in Belkzen or we'll be sure to clear your whole line off the record books."

Intimidation: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

"You've never been privy to some forms of orcish courtship then. Some choose their partners by ritual combat, sometimes it ends in one dead suitor if they're particularly unlucky. But such things very rarely end in death nowdays." He screws up his face his short tusks telling that his jaw is slightly offset in thought.

"It's more likely the former in this instance."

reload my weapon along the way meaning this mag contains 8/8 rounds, 7 of which are my 10 free from munition crafting and 1 of my real bullets.

"That doesn't sound good. Perhaps a battle for dominance, or perhaps a courtship ritual, either way we should end them here and now if we can."

Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Melor squints at the top of the spire. "I would suppose so? Though I'm not sure weather this feels right killing them so young. Then again..."

Stooping to check the beast, Melor hums. Setting his gear to the side a good distance.

"Maybe, I can track them down, but beasts of the sky are quite difficult to track." He pulls out a knife, "So we'll need something a bit more telling."

He goes to work cutting out the creature's gullet surely it eats something other than the flesh of men that might give them an indicator of where it roosts.

survival(track prey): 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 2 = 19

Melor tries to dodge but the antlers of the beast catch him in the arm before those sharp fangs lash out and tear the wound more. He bats at the creature again with the stock of his weapon before stepping away towards his allies, and rattling off another shot. "Die cur!"

Barricade Buster Stock strike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Bludgeoning: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 1d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 1 = 8

Melor swings his hefty weapon at the creature in an attempt to fend it off.
Reinforced Stock Strike +1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Bludgeoning: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

But the swing goes very wide so he shuffles back safely, leveling his weapon and squeezing the trigger.

Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 1d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5
for a whopping 10 damage lol

strike, step away 5ft, strike

Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Melor squints as the creatures begin to approach drawing his weapon in preparation. "We've got company." Shortly after they're upon the group attempting to steal their shadows with foul sorcery he suspects as their shadows morph.

He lifts his weapon and tries to draw a bead on the one that's stolen his own.

Hunt prey(Peryton)
Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 1d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 + 1 = 11
Defensive armament parry for 21 ac, 7/8 shots. Thank goodness for munitions crafter functionally giving me nearly limitless ammo so long as we're not in constant fights, I've yet to tap out the full 10 free shots I get a day between our previous encounters XD.

"That sounds awful, what are these creatures like?"

He looks to the injured woman, "Tell us where they were last seen, we should let the camp guard know as well."

Follow the Expert(Qisik) Thievery(untrained dc 18)+level+guidance: 1d20 + 2 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 2 + 3 + 1 = 19

Melor isn't skilled at breaking into things the traditional sneaky way. So he watches the Hobgoblin and follows his advice closely when interacting with the box.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Melor keeps his distance, while he's curious he's not so curious that he'd like to go getting zapped by a magic box for nothing.

Melor takes the time to relax and celebrate which is something he feels he has been largely too busy to do since arriving. He strikes up a conversation about the recent happenings and ascendancy of the new orcish gods with Kestrel.

Orc:Patheon: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Melor slings his weapon around and starts looking at the sight with an archaeologists eye, pulling out a hide-bound book and some charcoal to jot down notes.

"Fascinating, we should gather these things, at least keep them from the hands of anymore potential raisings. But yes we should be able to make it back to camp safely, but binding our wounds as best we can for now wouldn't be a terrible idea."

Once he deems proper notes have been taken he gently blows on the pages and returns the book to his satchel gathering up any of the goods the others may have missed before heading to the cave entrance to reconvene and rest.

Melor finishes reloading his weapon which takes a moment before surveying the situation. "I'm glad we were able to deal with these wretched things."

He looks at the wounds they'd sustained, "I fear these won't simply go away. Qisik are you still well? I'm not sure if we can press on as we are."

Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 1d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 1 = 9
Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 1d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5

Melor let's loose with two more shots before he grabs the heated barrel and gives it another forced spin, the whole mechanism clicks and ports open up to allow whatever ammunition he feeds the thing to be replaced.

Strike, strike, 1/3 reload 0/8 mag

Melor's cannon let out two more ripping barks as he continued to slowly move around to keep his allies out of his line of fire.

Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 1d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 + 1 = 11
Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 1d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 + 1 = 11
2/8 in mag 33/33hp, strike strike, move around foe but keeping distance

fort1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
fort2: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
drained 2 which means -6hp and max hp bringing me to 7/33 then back up to 33/33 after the heal

Quickly becoming sickly and palid, Melor slides back and to the side making way for Njinga while keeping his firing line clear. "Firing!"

Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 1d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4

His mighty cannon barks loudly in the cavernous place, but his vision is blurry from the sapping strike and he chooses to retreat backwards till it clears further. But even that minor movement seems to draw away his breath.
step-diagonal back, strike(beeg miss), stride-away

Fort: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Melor reels from the hit but cackles back at the skeleton, "That all you got you bag o' bones!"

He shoved brought the weapon to bear against the skeleton and fired before stepping forward and throwing a booted foot into the one in front of Njinga attempting to send it skittering away to give her room. Before raising his weapon defensively again.

Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 1d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 + 1 = 12

Clear a Path(shove): 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 1 = 17
Uses the same MAP as previous if I make a ranged attack first choosing to ignore the free reload action as well(Since mine takes 3 actions to reload and that would put me in quite the pickle), 5/8 shots in mag, 21ac till the start of my next turn 28/39hp

Will: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27
Frightened 1 7/8shots in mag

Melor brings his weapon to bare against the dirge singer in the back before moving up and shouldering his way into the line of fire with Njinga.

Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 10 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 10 - 1 = 22
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 1d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 1 = 9

"Target the necromancer!" He says not really knowing if the creature in the back was a necromancer or not.

Defensive armament for +1 ac, and move up to Njinga's side to help pull some agro, 6/8 shots in mag, 21ac

Melor kneels and sets his weapon down next to him with a heavy clunk, looking young Kar over.

(Orcish) "You have done well young brave. You're sure to make a fine warrior one day, but this may not be such an easy task."

He looks behind Kar to the other children, "I have just the task for you however, since you younglings are swifter of foot than us." He taps his metallic hand against his prosthetic foot producing a notable tinny clang. "I need you to escort the others back to the camp as swiftly as possible, and inform the adults of the undead presence here. We shall scour the depths and attempt to rid it of the menace we find, but should we fail it falls to you and the others to avenge us. Otherwise they may be cause unprepared against a great foe."

He places his 'good' hand on Kar's shoulder, "Can I trust you with this task Kar?"

Society: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
lol

"Let's be on our guard if there are servants of undeath here then the younglings may be in greater danger than we thought." He takes the time that Njinga takes to deal with her wound to reload the one barrel that was fired. Trudging forward in the middle of the group with weapon at hand.

Orcish"Kar, Xan, and Ilo? Your parents bade us to search for you, if you're there please come out, we've dealt with the dangers out here."

He gives the children a few moments to answer or reveal themselves, but if no signs present themselves he looks to the others.

The blast charges worked sending tiny bits of rock hither and thither while also revealing some skeletons. Melor's blood began to boil as the reminder of foes of storied past show their bones in front of him.

Pulling his gun around defensively at first he notes they aren't charging ahead which gives the adventurers the drop.

He draws a bead on the skeletons surrounding Njinga and let's the weapon sing after racking the great charge handle.

Barricade Buster: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
Bludgeoning+Circ+Kick: 1d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4

He then presses forward to stand side-by side with Njinga, bracing his weapon defensively. "Break their bones to splinters."

free draw and defensive on initiative, shoot, stride, defensive armament(parry for +1 ac)

crafting(safeish demo-charge): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
anyone wanna aid with this lmao?

Melor examines the rubble and rubs his chin, "I have schematics for demolition charges that could safely expunge this debris quickly. But I'll need some help setting it up precisely."

"Reading and knowing is a good skill. But the best would be to live it. Come I think I know the way to the valley in question."

Melor gathers his pack and readies to make way out into Blekzen. "We should find them soon, long before the floods come in, they won't want to miss the sight." He says this reassuringly, but anyone who's been privy to the floods knows that the worst place to be when they do happen is underground.

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
just to help our travel along

Melor takes the spare axe in exchange for the drink and takes his turn spliting wood. Having a tine trading stories of the hunt with Grothlyn.

before the night's over

Joining Skaytar at the bonfire Melor nods, "The lands are rich in history and knowledge. Just look at what's been taught by our hunt. I've net with one of the gutspewr representatives, she has a mighty spirit."

He then offers to those of the group who don't have other lodging. "If you would like to learn more, I offer you to stay in my tent, it has plenty of room. All the more chance to learn how it is to truly live as the Belkzen orcs do."

Melor decides to do what he came here to do, mingle with the other hold members and determine who would be worthy trade partners this year. As such the first person he approaches is Grothlyn.

His approach is stiff and curt at first, a mug of warm drink in both hands, he offers one over to Grothlyn. "To a successful Torrentmoot, may the hunters bring in plenty of fresh auroch." he toasts lightly.

"I recently returned from a hunt to determine where they are grazing this year, if you'd believe it that scrawny Hob managed to mark and leap over one of the bulls in the herd. Unfortunately it seems the Ankhravs are even more aggressive this year, luckily they were no match for my sturdy frame." He boasts only modestly about his own accomplishment in the matter. Pointing at some of the fresh and still scabby acid burns on his face which make his Eye slashes even more prominent. "Bastards tried to blind me, but their acid wasn't nothin' for Melor Ironhand, Gahaha! Tell me what tales of the hunt do you bring with you this year?"

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18Maybe trying to push that he wasn't bodied by the acid to show his physical hardiness