[center][h1][color=7ea7d8]Raugar[/color][/h1][/center]
Raugar got a good stick in the leg with his blade. [color=7ea7d8][i]Now who's legs are shaking?[/i][/color] he thought viciously. Hot blood poured gushed over him as he tried to bury it further. Somewhere behind him, a voice called him to glory as the cyclops was driven to it's knees. Then the crack of Roy's shot filled the air, the beast went limp, and suddenly he was scrambling not to be crushed under the falling giant. Then all was still.

The short battle had felt like an eternity. Raugar grabbed his bloody blade with sticky hands and pulled it free with a squelch. [i][color=7ea7d8]I must look like one of my red cousins[/color][/i] he thought, catching a glance of his reflection in the metal of the beasts former armour. Then the reality of the situation hit him. They had triumphed over the giant! Theirs was a deed worthy of praise and song. He felt his chest swell as he beheld his slain foe.

But there was no time for celebrating. The trogs would be on their way for such a feast. He made his way around to the other side of the corpse, to make sure his ally hadn't been crushed.[color=7ea7d8] "You fight with courage, stranger"[/color] he said. [color=7ea7d8]"Introductions will have to wait, but if you seek shelter from the trogs, you are welcome to join us at the temple. I'm going to check the lair. Your orc friend has left, but there might be something worth salvaging."
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He went over to the hideout, signalling he was going to take a look to Lilt and Roy before ducking into the enclosed space. he didn't have much time but had to grab everything that looked like it was useful or interesting. [color=7ea7d8][i]Time to make a mess... [/i] 

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I rolled a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13342]2[/url] on my perception xD I won't use the inspiration die.
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