Not much else came from Orchid's mouth aside from more yelling. He'd hate to admit this, but this dragon may be beyond his reach. He had thought it would venture closer to the tower and try to attack him, being a fairly easy morsel, but no. The dragon instead took on the other soldiers below and never got close to Orchid. If he wasn't enraged at the sheer audacity of it all, Orchid may have tried to do something smarter. Maybe work with his teammates to reach the dragon. But Orchid wasn't the most logical half-orc on this side of Faerûn. He had only one more harpoon with rope attached, and Orchid was almost certain that this dragon had no intention of getting anywhere near Orchid. This was both a good and a bad thing: Good because perhaps Orchid was scaring it away. Bad because Orchid wanted to [i]kill[/i] it.

There was two things that Orchid knew however: He had the high ground and third time's the charm.

There was no logic in his actions and despite his great desire not to die a pointless, painful death, Orchid was not in the state of mind where things like "Sense" and "Self-Preservation" were factors. He had the mind of a Totem Warrior right now: it was he who fought monsters and beasts that no mere mortal can handle. It was Totem Warriors that challenge expectations and sanity for the chance to obtain epic glory, in both victory or death. Orchid knew that his next actions were [i]certainly[/i] suicidal. But enough talk.

Getting a bit of a running start, Orchid ran towards the dragon, jumping off the edge of the tower. He gave a very rough estimate of how far this dragon was from the tower and his position, but in Orchid's mind it was "Close enough." As he fell through the air Orchid aimed his harpoon towards the dragon's glowing underbelly; the softest part of a dragon, or so Orchid believed. Regardless it was his target as Orchid hurled his harpoon towards the beast as his mighty leap carried him forward. The rope zipping through the air just inches below Orchid's hand. And suddenly, he grabbed onto the rope and waited. It would only take a second for Orchid to know if he had succeeded for fail. Either he'd feel a sharp jerk in his arm, or a sudden numbness and a darkness over take his body. 


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Health: 12/14
Armor Class: 14 (Orchid dropped his shield)
Rage: 0/2 
Status: [i]Raging[/i]. Ran towards the dragon, jumped off the tower, threw the harpoon roughly when Orchid was within 30 feet of the dragon.

Athletics (Jump) = [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1789]24[/url]/[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1790]11[/url]

Attack with the Harpoon = [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1791]25[/url]/[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1792]19[/url]

Damage with the Harpoon = [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1793]7[/url]

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