[center][h1][color=a36209]Angus MacAlister[/color][/h1][/center]

Angus growled in frustration as he watched the troglodytes flee to the temple. The monsters that were smart enough to fall back and wait for reinforcements were always a pain to deal with. Angus became even more frustrated when he heard someone introduce themself and offer their assistance instead of doing something to actually assist them. [color=a36209]"Well then quit yer yammerin' an' aid us ye daft sod!"[/color] Angus barked back at Duncan [color=a36209]"In case ye dinnae notice, time ain't exactly on our side right now!"[/color]. With that said, Angus sheathed his claymore and moved towards the dead troglodyte. [color=a36209]"Nine bloody hells!"[/color] Angus exclaimed as he entered the miasma [color=a36209]"It reeks like an orc's loin cloth in 'ere!"[/color]. Angus had a feeling that had he a weaker constitution, he would have a lot more to worry about from the miasma than the smell. Upon reaching the corpse, Angus pulled the two javelins out of the troglodyte's shoulder and stowed them away with his other javelins.

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Bonus Action: Angus entered a rage.
Movement: Angus moved 30 feet towards the troglodyte corpse.
Saving Throw: Angus passed the constitution save against the miasma with a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11998]21[/url].
Action: Angus retrieved the javelins from the troglodyte corpse.
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