The first few moments after meeting new friends were the hardest for Bar. He tried to help out the new people, testing their armor as the dwarf had instructed him to. But instead he got shunned, a stab to the neck from a rapier and distant and cold looks he felt burning in his back. No matter how many clothes he would put on, he couldn't hide away from their stares. Taking these things very personally and silently sobbing in his big right hand, he proceeded to take offense to his minions thinking of him in such a bad way. Though he wasn't going to show this to anyone. Rather would he use it later. He would rage on the power of the emotions of lonelyness and rejection, as he always has. But time started weighing heavy on his simple-mindedness, as Bar had little patience. The feelings were further embelished by his food portions becomming significantly smaller when he was near the cleric and looked at the trees or bunnies in the forest. It did not help a lot to see her have more food then him either.

After days worth of travel without anyone speaking to him, he would end what he felt was become his miserable life. Taking a slightly firmer grip on his axe, he decided tonight would be the last. Being so deeply lost in depressive thought happened to Bar when he was emotionally hurt and had found no other outlet. He was on the brink of deciding where the best place would be, in front or away from these people who cared nothing about Bar... When suddenly Bar heard him being called by Seethe. Unlikely that this would lead to much good, Bar responded with a growl and a lifted axe at first. But after breathing heavily and listening twice to what she said, he lowered his stance. While on the wagon Seethe had commanded everyone things. This included getting escorting from Bar. 
Very clearly stating the meaning of the word in small bite-size pieces of explanation. 
To Bar this was a relief, seeing how his previous assumptions about the word had other (unacceptable) implications. Bar sniffed just once. 

"You surprised me..." 

He looked away from his escortee, hiding a big old smile.

"I call first skull on anything we find or kill." 

Looking back over his broad shoulder Bar noticed a subtle nod. A feeling of acceptance overtook him. With a smile on his face Bar happily pronounced: 

"Just remember, I swing high. So just duck if you hear me get mad." 

The low voice made it sound a lot more intimidating then Bar really ment it to be. 

"Hmmm.. maybe Bar was wrong.." 

Bar mumbled this thinking alloud. Returning back to the desert that was his mind, he thought: 

"Maybe i just have to kill some minions in stead of me... but not the robe-y one... He may have sad bad things.. but at least he was talking his language". 

He proceeded to battle the other bad emotions he had. They would all have to wait. Card number 5 gave him an order first.(genasi)
The next few hours, he may have been spoken too by others. Bar kept his distance and tried to seem uninterested when he got a pat on the back. 

Being focussed solely on his thoughts and his axe, Kiki started talking to him from at least 5feet away. Bar got very uncomfortable and would love an excuse to get out of the situation and as far away from her as possible. 

Bar noticed the complete and untouched skull-possessing corpses on the floor. With a loud exclamation he shouted, he cut off the conversation. He raised his Axe-o-Meter while the sound filled the area: 

"YEAH!!" 

After jumping out of the cart with a loud 'thump', Bar took in a big gust of air.
Bar was one of the first to get his momentum going. He sped up to the first horse that he could find, at loincloth challenging speed.  Raised was his Axe-O-Meter and with the first strike he aimed for the neck of the horse. 

"SKULLS FOR THE BARON OF DRUMS!" 

The severed horsehead was intact. It also had the skin and manes still on there and hadn't been moved by the attack at all. 
It wasn't a difficult task for the speed he was going at, tough. The joy he had in finally finding a horse(or any creature really) he WAS allowed to hack at caused him to get completely carried away in the moment. He had some other emotionally unresolved issues, after all. Skipping trying to seperate each part carefully, he hacked as much as he could. It took about 15 nasty hacks, but he discovered to have left himself with only a legbone, a bloodcovereb body and a partially cleared path. He put the two parts away from the mushy goo. Mostly because the rest looked like a massive pile of gore that a half-orc took a great axe too.

"HEY SEE, COME SEETHE THIS!" 

He called his newfound commander. 
By the time he got closer: 

"Do you want legbone or does Bar keep it? Meat is here!" 

Was all the big half-orc loudly had to say, with a big grin on his face. A little growling stomach made Bar consider cleaning the road with his mouth. But he wanted his commander to have a first chance. If he didn't eat, neither would he.


[hider=mechanics]
[b]Movement:[/b] From E7 to h10, H10 to h17.Looking for horse-skulls at I17.
[b]Location:[/b]  H17
[b]Survival roll:[/b] 
a) 1d20+2  = (14)+2 = 16

b) 1d20+2  = (10)+2 = 12

c) 1d20+0 = (10)+0 = 10

[b]Action:[/b]	
a) Use axe to collect horseskull.
"Bar successfully cleave through the horses necks with your great axe severing their heads from their bodies with a thud as your axe slams into the ground."
b) Claiming random horse-parts.
"well Bar successfully hacks the horse apart however in the process Bar destroys most of the edible meat with Bar's great axe and only manage to successfully gather 1 Leg Bone. 
c) The horse looked bad, the smashed horse looked good. But the genasi didn't eat it. So neither did you.

[/hider]