Alistair:
Bonifacious:
Cerian:
Anchard:
Shortnose:
Orcs:
Out of the woods comes a human running in scale mail with a bunch of orcs in hot pursuit...
Combat 1st Round
Anchard, Cerian, Shortnose, Alistair
Orcs
Bonificious
He loosed the arrow at the orc on his far right the high pitched shrill of the feathering and vane letting the orcs know that there was an archer nearby... a very accurate one too.
"Hold the line here, we don't know what dangers are deeper in the keep!." Anchard moves up along side his dwarven associate as he casts bless on all his allies.
"Outta'f ta way!" Shortnose says when the dwarf and other human form a defensible line to stop the orcs. With no time to think of the consequences, he just use his body-mass to push the man out of his way.
Immediately after pushing the man, coming to a complete stop, the warrior turn in his reels, holding the shield in a defensible position, completing the same line of defense the cleric tried to do before.
Nothing but trouble I tell ya. These bumpkin mercenaries Alistair shakes his head in disapproval and sighs as he produces his rapier and begins to do his pantented fancy footwork.
The orcs charge at the makeshift shield wall just not being able to reach the party to attack during this turn, while one of the bigger orcs peels off towards the left...
Combat 1st Round
Anchard, Cerian, Shortnose, Alistair
Orcs
Bonificious
Combat 2nd Round
Anchard, Cerian, Shortnose, Alistair
Orcs
Bonificious
Ones trying to flank us to our left!
He called out drawing another arrow and loosing it almost straight down into an orc (the purple one, again)
Alistair sees the Orc peeling off to the left and casts grease before moving to intercept him.
Alistair dances around and casts a spell on the front orcs before moving to the other damaged wall...
Even though there are standing in grease the orcs manage to stay upright...
While the orcs are trying to stay upright to attack Cerian sends another arrow into the purple orc bloodying him again but not putting him down...
Combat 2nd Round
Anchard, Cerian, Shortnose, Alistair
Orcs
Bonificious
"Let me know if you'd like me to set you aflame stranger, it would be no problem." Anchard says annoyed at being pushed. "Oh and do take a step back if you wish to not be set on fire. Just as easily the purifying flames of Jerome my spare you the inconvenience of burning flesh."
Seeing both orcs standing and ready to fight, Shortnose decides it's best to let them come, instead of putting himself into harm's way, if that can be avoided.
Shortnose Raises an eyebrow at the blatant threat and is not impressed, but he steps out of the way, with a smile.
His smile clearly says: Have it your way.
Shortnose moves to allow Anchard room to reach the grease if the cleric so chooses.
The brown colored orc (not in the grease) moves to cover behind the broken tower wall concealing him from Cerians viewpoint up on the wall. The two orcs in the grease move forward to attack
and the purple one falls down trying to leave the grease area however the yellow one succeeds in staying afoot only to be cut down by the newcomer as he tries to balance...
The Blue one is larger than the others and is trying to sneak in over the rubble on the flank...
The Red orc makes a dash to the broken tower outside of the teams view...
he is an orog much like the red one still out of combat. Orogs are tougher and stronger than regular orcs, often times called elite orcs
Sir Pricklepants, these ugly ones aren't actually works all, theyre orogs, nastier sons of b*!#~es, we ought to prioritize taking them down
"Well, I will try to take one down quick... depends on my luck, though.
Combat 3rd Round
Anchard, Cerian, Shortnose, Alistair
Orcs
Bonificious
Anchard moves closer to Alistair but keeps his attention divided between approaches, readying his crossbow at the first standing orc to present itself to an unobstructed shot.
Alistair casts grease once more, this time on the rocks the Orogs would have to cross to get back here.
He then places his mace back in his hand and waits.
Seeing both orcs standing and ready to fight, Shortnose decides it's best to let them come, instead of putting himself into harm's way, if that can be avoided.
Atk | PA: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 4 - 1 = 18
Dmg: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 = 11
The enemy in front of him, Shortnose does what he has been trained to do, and goes about delivering punishment.
Or that is what he wanted, but in the end, all he manages to do is to embarrasses himself missing the orc close to him.
Cerian is up then the orcs
He fired again quickly cursing at the terrible angle on the orc still in the grease. The others orc was probably just about across to the rubble so he moved to the edge of the wall and leapt across the gap moving to the far wall to get an angle on the flanking orc.
The pink orc dodges the arrow from Cerian and then crawls out of the grease spot towards safety illiciting an AoO but no one is within reach of him... the orog on the right flank motions for the brown orc to charge through the gap first...
is heard from the orog not in view
“Kill the pinkskins but leave the elfblood and the dark one for Zagrishk to torture”
Combat 3rd Round
Anchard, Cerian, Shortnose, Alistair
Orcs
Bonificious
Combat 4th Round
Anchard, Cerian, Shortnose, Alistair
Orcs
Bonificious
Anchard steadies his readied crossbow still waiting for the orcs to press their attack.
As no enemy is close, Bonifcacius calls for the aid of his god.
Bonificious casts a spell upon himself and Anchard awaits for an opening on the orcs...
Combat 4th Round
Anchard, Cerian, Shortnose, Alistair
Orcs
Bonificious
He drew another arrow and took aim at the orc hiding behind the pillar and loosed it.
"Are we just waiting until im out of arrows to do something?"
He called out as he calmly drew out another arrow.
Cerian manages to kill the purple orc who thought he was safe hiding behind the wall of the fortress....just under the wall Cerian was perched up on...
Alistair pulls out his mace and readies an attack from the second that orog gets within reach - he knows it's coming.
With both orcs on his side dead, Shortnose runs to the other opening, ready to attack anything that dares to step close
"Two down." he says.
The brown orc steps over the rubble at the urging of one of the orogs and as he negotiates the slippery footing of the rubble he gets cut down by the combined blows of the newcomer and the dancing bard.
"I shall return with a Warband to skin you all alive!"
Is heard by two fleeing foes...
”Ain’t that great?” the newcomer smiles after the battle was on, fortunately with no damage to their side.
”Shortnose. Sell sword, currently unemployed and you just met part of the band that made me lose my job. Not that the job was great, mind you, but well, shame some of the other folks passed away.” he says extending a hand, to whoever is near him.
"You're fortunate that we were in the area then. What was it your job had you out here for in the first place?" Anchard meets Shortnose's hand with his own. "Anchard."
Alistair sniffs at shortnose.
And apparently they don't have soap where you come from. I don't know Anchard can we really trust some dude who just walked out of the woods and brought orcs with him?
"Well, It seems that you at least can run... and fight a little!"
"Hey, wasn't I that brought them over, they brought themselves!" he says stating the truth.
”Meself was just runnin’, and runnin and you happen to be on me path. Told ya ta run too, but when you decided to stand and fight, I wasn’t going to let you fight alone, bein’ myself that brought the orcs and all.”
”Job? Caravan guard.” he says with a shrug and then adds ”If you looking for some profit, we may try to savage goods from them orcs, but that means fighting the rest of the band.”
Our business lies within this rubble we believe so that may be the case regardless friend. It seems we may now have time constraints shall we get to business then?
He said simply slipping down from the wall to see if any of his arrows were recoverable.
”Right! Right! What ‘bout a trade?” he says to the elf and then continues ”Mind you, not saying they aren’t fit fer battle.” he says pointing to the others ”but they seems ill fitted ta face monster tooth-per-tooth. Me? I can fill that place! Nothing, well, almost nothing get past this beauty here.” he says petting his shield "at least till we get to some civilized place. Dinnae want ta run into more orcs alone.”
Taking the silence of his newfound allies by agreement, Shortnose fiddles with his shield and then walk to the ruins.
”Explore those?” he says scratching his chin and then moves to the door.
Raising his shield in front of him, he uses the sword to open the door, ready to jump of harm’s way if there’s some sort of trap in wait.
Alistair follows behind a step or two. Now that theres a bundle of muscle in the party, no need for the opera singer to get his sword wet.
"After you short-ears"
Shortnose takes the lead trying to prove himself to the group. Beyond the double doors is a small dark hall. Littered with mounds of debris and a year’s worth of dead leaves, it is clear that a narrow path winds inside. Past the entry Shortnose can see what seems to be a room with pews.
Well then..
He said simply following the strange man into the place, arrow near the string of his bow. If saomething was going to leap out at them he wanted to be ready.
Shortnose continues in until he gets to an intersection with the pew-room to his front...the hallway to his left ends after about 30 feet but there are rooms along that path, and the hallway to his right turns to the right after 15 ft...