[center][h1][color=7ea7d8]Raugar[/color][/h1][/center]
Against all reason Raugar suddenly found himself questioning whether he was in fact in Brighthaven at all, and not out skirmishing in the northern territories, about to be set upon by barbarians pouring like a flood out of the forested hills. But as the growing racket cut out the startled dragonborn reminded himself there were no hills, he was miles from the frontier, and there was only one figure strolling towards him and the orc. He joined them as calmly as if they had been sitting at a tavern table and the monsters a patch of rotten weather. He dressed differently from the savages Raugar had tousled with in his brief posting in the north, but he could have sworn that they too had brought similar strange instruments to battle.

[color=00a651]"I am, for now."[/color] Raugar gave a grunt and a curt nod to show he understood. Now was not the time to be reliving old war memories. The creatures had finally noticed their presence. There were more of them than he'd first thought. [i]Troglodytes[/i]. The name was familiar but Raugar was sure he'd never encountered this particular brand of abomination. The stranger's accent was thick but he gathered that the outlander was interested in taking them on as well. One of creatures suddenly gave a bloodcurdling scream, which was answered from far away. [color=7ea7d8][i]Blast, there's more of them. And the storm's getting worse. We need to strike now if-[/i][/color]

But the barbarian was way ahead of him. With a stream of curses he hurled a javelin at the beast unfortunate enough to be closest, taking it right in the shoulder, though it remained on it's feet. Raugar strode forward, drawing a javelin of his own as the orc charged past him. Grasping the sacred spike which hung around his neck, with a harsh word and a gesture he felt radiance suffuse him. The spear took on an angry glow as he cast it from his fingers, where it joined the first, hissing where it struck as he tried to finish off what the barbarian had started.

He planted his feet in a wide stance as he drew alongside the kilted warrior, making sure they would both have plenty of room to swing their large weapons as he waited grimly for the onslaught.

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Initiative roll: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11946]8[/url] (idk if we'll need it but here it is anyway)
Bonus Action: Cast [url=http://dnd5e.wikia.com/wiki/Divine_Favor]Divine Favor[/url]
Movement: move 30ft adjacent to MacAlister
Action: Javelin throw attack, target: Same Trog as MacAlister's
Attack Roll: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11972]23[/url] (adv roll): [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11973]10[/url]
Damage Roll: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11974]9[/url]
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