The battle was over. Talogan didn't care. He and his crew had claimed victory. Talogan didn't care. They weren't out of danger yet though, the storm was still there and would be upon them in under five minutes. Talogan didn't care. Ignoring the request of the ship's doctor, Talogan moved to where the orc's head had landed, the axe still embedded in the back of its skull. Dropping his rapier, Talogan took hold of the axe handle and lifted he head into the air. Then with dagger in hand Talogan unleashed a fury very much at odd with his usual stoic demeanor upon the severed head. Cursing and swearing in both common and goblin, he stabbed furiously at the dead orc's face with the dagger, raining down blow after blow until the orc's head could no longer be recognized as a head. With one last wrathful cry, Talogan cast the head back onto the deck of his ship and then fell silent. His face contorted with rage as his breaths came out in violent ragged huffs. But as the moments passed and his emotions calmed, Talogan's breathing evened out and the anger left his face, leaving a sorrowful look in its wake as he looked once more to his shattered spectacles. Finally, his face returned mostly to its usual stoic expression as he looked to his crew and began giving orders.

"Free the slaves and gather what loot you can." Talogan said. "Move quickly and make sure we have enough time to evade the storm. Mr. Iron Guts, I want a full report of what was taken from both the warship and the hamlet within the hour. I will be in my quarters if anyone needs me." With that said, Talogan retrieved his dropped weapons, re-donned his hat, and carefully picked up the pieces of his spectacles, making sure he had every last shard before untying his lifeline and making his way below deck. Upon entering his quarters, Talogan sat down at his desk and lay the pieces of his spectacles on the table in front of him. Talogan then spent the next hour staring forlornly at the broken remnants of the last gift he had ever received from her. The pain of his injuries faded quickly to a dull ache, but the captain failed to notice under the agony of wounds deeper than any weapon could hope to reach.

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Short Rest: Talogan expends one hit dice to heal [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/20528]12[/url] HP.
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