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[i]V’arsuth![/i] She spat, one of many exclamatory remarks of the Goliath people that could either be one of victory or a curse against such terrible luck. In this case, perhaps her comment was focused on both instances, as it seemed being in an underground dwelling was much worse than being locked behind iron bars. At least the sky was much more easily sought out.

However, the slow, but sure healing of Gorosk had been a much more positive site, one of which was about as welcome as it could be considering the lingering friction felt toward the Half-Orc. Still, there had been a twinge of regret for the terrible thoughts cast upon him, but a past of violence and abuse is very hard to forget, even if they were at the hands of a disassociated tribe unknown to her traveling companion. Or were they? Vah’lux wanted it to be true. She hoped that Gorosk would have been in league with the Orcs of Thraduum so the anger could be taken out on someone. Something. But, the Goliath were better than that, and could only give those assumed innocent the benefit of the doubt. What recourse was there?

As the group was ready to move forward toward what they hoped was the last of the chambers, Vah’lux reached her massive arm around to where the three heavy metallic javelins were slung along her back, fastened and held by by a leather wrap, and slid one of them free from the others. It had been awhile since they were last used -going on almost a month or more in fact- and the coolness of the steel against a calloused palm felt somewhat reassuring. The javelins themselves were rarely used for anything but ranged hunting, and a strong, precise throw could end any would-be game, or in the case of their current situation, an attacker.  The Goliath merely felt the need for [i]reach[/i] this time around.

The Goliath took lead, determined to get through the underground dwelling once and for all, and back to the surface. As though the stench of urine, soil, and death couldn’t be any fouler as it hung in the air near the next chamber, Vah’lux noticed the matted and dirt-riddled fur of the putrid creature while it skittered toward the back wall. 

“Alone?” She whispered to herself, doubtful it was, but didn’t notice any further obvious threats. And with a resolve to end the creature’s life, and the heavy ranged weapon gripped tightly in her hand, the Goliath wound her arm back, and flung the javelin forward with all the power and accuracy that could be mustered.

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Javelin (ranged) Attack = [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/19418]3[/url]
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