As the battle rage leaves his body, Horek stumbles to his knees as his wounds nearly overwhelm him. He rises after a few moments, pausing only to clean his blade on the clothes of a fallen enemy. The barbarian then sheathes his sword and retrieves his bow.

Taking up a position near the mouth of the cave, Horek silently keeps watch for any further attacks. The plainsman is sorely angered at himself for allowing the group to be ambushed the first time and has no intention of repeating the mistake. He will leave the looting and healing to the others who have better knowledge of such.


OOC: Shadow, I think I still have 1 hit point left after the Rage leaves, so I didn't fall unconscious. Yay!!

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Horek Varshot
Deep bronze skin and the red body paint that decorates the face of this large man combine to mark him as one of true Flannish origin. The plainsman carries a sturdy longbow and a huge sword is strapped tightly to his back. Studded leather armor peeks out from beneath a cloak made from the hide of a large black bear and a necklace decorated with huge claws completes the picture of this fearsome barbarian. The scowl upon his face along with hard, piercing eyes warn you that disturbing this quiet man might be considered foolhardy unless there is good reason.