[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=007236]Lob-Otto-Me[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=007236]Location:[/color][/b] Stockades
[b][color=007236]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Ash, Kyra, Sundos, Lucan, Marcus, Two Militia Guards
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Lob could smell trouble on the wind as it whipped up. He took a moment to snap the bone in half before sucking the marrow from the bone. A noisy and mouthsome ordeal, but truly impressive if you consider he is doing it with only his mouth and tongue with hands still in stocks.

	[color=a187be]"Sana? No, I am not Sana. Are you speaking of an archer who dances?”[/color] 
[color=007236]"Yes. Sana, alpha, Hugo, alpha. Hugo go, Sana go, find Hugo."[/color]

Down the way came a second human with hair the same color as Lobs who emerged from the crown beside Ash's companion. And what came next was rather rapid fire talking.
        [b][color=7F7765]"Oh, well isn't he... Wonderful."[/color][/b][color=a187be]"Actually, I think he is. Why is locked up like an animal?”[/color]“He’s an orc!” [color=a187be]"No he isn’t you idiot. He is half,”[/color] “So? Half, full, no difference. He is the enemy,” [color=a187be]"Wow, you’re dumber than you look. There is a huge difference. As much as there is between a Dwarf and an Elf. Now let him out of there,”[/color] “Like hell we will,” [color=fff200]“What is going on here? Get away from him, he’s dangerous Kukuwa,”[/color]

Finally his headache from lack of food and water peaked as he let out a primal roar to silence all around him. Solid steel snapped and blackened boards broke as he stood up to his full frightening figure to bellow out.
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[h1][color=007236]"[b]LOB, [i]GOOD![/i] LOB, [u][i]SIT![/i][/u][/b]"[/color][/h1]

With that, the feralan brute who could thrown the cage he was locked within, crossed his arms and legs as he sat on the ground like a petulant child having a fit.