Dicer
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Seeing the various threats being caused by the massive combat, Veskassdak decides that the threat posed by the advancing undead scouts approaching them is the highest priority. Roaring "Shurigrem heem korlas kles!" he entered his rage. His body swelled as blood filled his muscles. His yellow eyes turned red as the blood pressure flowing through them increased. His breathing sped up as his rage demanded more air to fuel his growing strength. His back frill's color deepened to a near black shade of green, while half an inch wide fringe of his frill took on a blood red tinge. His dorsal spikes stretched to make him appear even larger, the tips again taking on their bloody coloration. Although he knew his appearance would not faze the undead foes, any living foes he would soon meet would have nightmares for however short their remaining time alive would be.
Taking off towards the advancing undead scouts, he planned to attack any that came closest to him.
Taking off towards the advancing undead scouts, he planned to attack any that came closest to him.
Rage adjustments: AC 15, HP 50, Fort save +8, DR 1/-, Speed 45, Attack bonus +8, bite damage 1d3+5, 2 claws damage 1d4+5 each, 1 rage round of 11 used
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