The arrow whizzes past the startled goblin's head and shatters into splinters against the wall behind.
There's an almighty roar from the door-way in the far corner of the room, and it's knocked from its hinges by a fat, towering figure. It's an Orc, roughly seven feet tall, hunched over with massive grubby tusks pouring from his frothing lower lip.
Bogrot wrote:Remove yourself from my lair or I will crush your tiny, puny skull in, human!
He appears to be draped in a cloak made from various hides, and like a tiger-skin rug there's an in-tact head perched atop of his in a makeshift helmet, that of a bugbear.
Faces of insubordinate goblins flap in the grimy, well-worn cloak as he drags a four-foot long hammer into view, a gnarled branch slotted through a roughly spherical piece of rock. The head of the hammer looks sticky with old blood, and bits of skull still stick to the surface, glued into place with the accumulated gore.
The Orc is still standing in the door-way, and has a +2 to his AC for partial cover.
Thusfar only Thor has seen him, and he has only seen Thor.
He can also see one of his right-hand Orcs has been taken out by a well placed arrow..
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The group of six civilian goblins shriek, and one of them is flattened by the door planting itself into his face, mashing him along the wall he was braced against. They cower back and pick up pickaxes and shovels that lie in a heap nearby.
Thoroar's turn!