Lornaal paused to cast a look towards the east where the tell tale orange glow of a burning building was drawing the attention of his companions. An old raiders ploy, he thought to himself, wondering how many times he had used a similar strategy to draw eyes from the true direction of attack.
It came as no surprise to him, then, when moments later a cry from the southern barricade heralded approaching enemy. Hurling the ragged corpse from his shoulder onto the fire, Lornaal scooped up his spear from the snow bank where it stood ready for him and charged across the village square. His powerful legs took him in long, loping strides to the base of the barricade and with a single bound he landed atop it amongst those who guarded the way. Snatching a torch from one of the men he held it forth into the night, his keen eyes searching for an enemy, his mighty arm ready to hurl his spear at the first wight that came close enough.
Intitiative: 1 (d20) + 3 = 4 (shit)
Attack: 3 (d20) + 10 = 13 (shit!)
Damage: 2 (d8) + 7 = 9
AC: 19 + 1 (barricade) = 20
Hit Points: 59