[color=a2d39c]”WAAAAAARGH!”[/color]

There was a sudden roar, followed by a short thud, falling some few feet away from Brannor and the others. The half-orc had miraculously survived and while, certainly bleeding, bruised, and wounded, he was somehow still alive. Blood covered his eyes and he was dizzy from his fall. He struggled to his feet and took out his chopper, still thinking that the dragon was nearby. He took a wild swing in the air as if he could still strike the dragon, but hit nothing. If he had another javelin he would have tried to hurl it at the dragon even if it was well beyond the reasonable range of his spear, but it was all the same: Orchid wasn’t done yet.

[color=a2d39c]”RAAAGH! COWARD! COME AND DIE!”[/color]

Orchid ran to the side of the rampart and shouted towards the dragon as he ran away, and he looked down to see if there was anything else he could kill. If Orchid could breath fire he would be blowing a pillar of flame. Orchid was just yelling incoherently as his fury and near-death experience fueled his rage-filled rant. However as the second passed, he soon lost steam. His rage was petering off, he was wounded, and feeling rather tired. Panting with heavy breaths Orchid went back to the tower and the others. [color=a2d39c]”Hgn. Dragon gone.”[/color] Then Orchid immediately fell onto the floor asleep.

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Health: 4/14
Armor Class: 14
Rage: 0/2
Status: Knocked out.
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