With the last man down, Orchid fell to his knees and quietly groaned to himself. He was in aching pain, and he knew he was nearing his limit. He wouldn't be able to muster up another bout of energy like that again until he rested, which made him feel about useless. His mind spun and he swore he was hearing colors, because that last blow nearly made him leave this mortal plane. Orchid took the potion they received from Greenest and drank it; even if Cyanwrath was likely the biggest threat here, there were still possibly kobolds inside, cultist outside, and he was almost certain the dragon's nest was guarded. He knew that this wasn't going to end well for himself, but Orchid had to endure. Or at the very least, give it everything he got.

After downing the potion Orchid tossed it to the side and went to get his weapons, as well as the weapons of Cyanwrath and his warriors. Their steel would be more useful in his hands than theirs. He tore their armor and clothing off to create makeshift sheaths that he could bundle them up with and put into or strapped onto his backpack for later. Looking at the others Orchid gave them a wry, bloodied smile. [color=a2d39c]"Onward!"[/color]

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HP: 8/30
AC: 16 (Shield)
Rage: 0/3
Status: Not Raging
Weapon: Machete (1d8+5)

Healing Potion = [url=]7[/url]
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