The sight of the handful of orcs and goblins brings the pounding fury of Lornaal’s captive bear-spirit to the fore. After days of tracking and the previous hours of quaking at the presence of the enemy hordes, happening upon these few greenskins seems a gift from the spirits of the land and sky.
A feral snarl escapes the northman’s lips as he clutches his spear, awaiting the opportunity to wet it once more in goblin blood.
A word from his companions is all it would take to unleash him upon the goblins.
It would take many, many words to convince him not to.
If a plan is suggested, then Lornaal will wait to enact it, otherwise, he is going to charge the goblins, making for the closest one.
Initiative: 7(d20)9+2(charge) = 17
Damage: 3(d8)+7 = 10
AC: 19 – 2(charge) = 17