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Borondon's spear slips from his fingers as he tries to galvanize his sleep-weary mind to deal with the advancing orcs.
Divel’s razor-sharp arrowhead punches through an orc’s throat. The disturbing ‘thock’ sound of Divel’s arrow rupturing the orc’s larynx is followed by a horrible gurgling as the large humanoid pitches forward clutching his throat, vainly attempting to stanch the blood.
Ingra readies her crossbow, but is a bit too hasty. The bolt flies off mark, hitting the stone wall of the campsite and ricocheting off
Svetla and Navorn prepare to meet the screeching orcs as they attempt to bull their way into camp.
Sondergang waits until the orcs are close, then swings his mighty hammer with all his strength. It hits an orc running towards him, the broad flat hammer head crunching ribs and forcing a spatter of greenish blood from the black and white-painted lips of his assailant. The orc folds up like an accordion, driven backwards by the force of the blow.
On his turn Merzhan stands up and waits until the first unharmed orc enetrs the 30 ft range.
Dramatically raising one arm he unleashes his blood gift as he roars out a single word, "Die"
1d20+2=20, 1d6+1=7
attack is ranged touch damage is fire
"Marath Kuhl Uragh Carathak" which broadly translated means "There's more of that where this came from you Orc Bastards"
Unarmored but ready Navorn Lefts his voice in song
"OH the night was long,
But we ,
few shall be strong
hold fast ,
your weary arms
and give to each other
the strength to carrry
ooooooooon"
As his voice lefts into the night the party feels courage and strength flow into them bolstering there attacks and minds
The darkness is split by the cries of the wounded orcs and the howls of their companions. The orc's skull-painted faces are contorted with rage as they try to advance through the narrow campsite opening.
Navorn begins a warrior saga, lifting the hearts of the hard-pressed party.
The orc next to Sondergang slices his falchion towards him in a wicked arc
The orc's wicked falchion finds a chink in Sondergang's armor, slicing deep into the valiant dwarf. He groans as the cruel steel cuts deep, but the cut does not fell him.
The other two orcs stand back and try to launch their javelins into the campsite. One targets the elven archer Divel, the other the chanting war bard Navorn.
Divel: 1d20+1=11, Navorn: 1d20+1=21
The javelin aimed at Divel hisses by his head, striking sparks as it hits the loosely stacked stones of the encampment. The javelin aimed at Navorn strikes true, the wickedly-barbed head striking his upper arm. He stumbles on his chant but continues on, his voice shaken, but still proud.
From the darkness comes the angry wasp hum of arrows. Somewhere in the darkness, towards a small copse of trees, several orc archers are hidden, peppering the party with black-fletched harbingers of pain
Arrow 1(Sondergang)1d20=14, Arrow 2 (Borondon)1d20=19, Arrow 3 (Svetla)1d20=11
The arrows hiss through the campsite, but strike only rocks.
Merzhan summons up a ray of flame and sends it roaring out to the orc that hit Sondergang. The searing flame lights the dark night with a dazzling glow, wrapping the shreiking orc in a red caul of flame. The burning orc drops, crying and howling for a moment before subsiding into the final silence.
Borondon's hands have not yet caught up with his mind. His second attempt to gash the orcs falls flat.
Divel nocks an arrow with a graceful flourish and lets the slender shaft fly towards the orc Eldon had wounded. The fierce humanoid pitches backward, Divel's shaft lodged in his right eye as if by magic. He hits the stony earth, killed so quickly he has not even the chance to cry out.
Sondergang curses as the orcs Falchion bites deep.He reels back through the ranks (to H5) and draws the earth power from deep within to close his wounds
Cast cure light wounds on self 1d8+1=4
Ingra will fire on the last of the melee equipped orcs...
Svetla peers into the shadows, trying to pinpoint where the arrows had come from.
Svetla tries to peer through the darkness. She remembers seeing a small copse of evergreens to the south. Judging by the trajectory of the arrows when they came in that would be the most logical place for archers to set up. Unfortunately it is 60' away in total darkness with just a banked campfire and a smouldering orc providing illumination. The clangor of melee masks any noise the orc archers make.
Ingra's mouth sets in a determined line as she sees Sondergang stumble back from melee. She aims her light crossbow with a sure determination, taking her time and bringing the final meleeing orc into her sights.
The bolt hisses through the darkness, punching through the orc's hide armor and his ribcage with equal ease. The orc stiffens in mid-howl, green blood pouring from his tusked mouth.
The large orc collapses to the ground and expires.
More arrows come streaking out of the darkness
ATK (Borondon)1d20=12,ATK (Eldon) 1d20=11, ATK (Divel) 1d20=5
Once again the arrows strike nothing but the rocks of the campsite wall. The group hears the sound of running footsteps from the direction of the arrows. The archers seem to be retreating with the demise of their front line brethren.
Merzhad leaps the stone wall, running full tilt for the copse in an attempt to persue the ugly humanoids. Svetla sees him set off as she attempts to pinpoint the archer's position.
Eldon sends an arrow winging towards the archer's position, but a wooden thock sound confirms to his keen ears that he has managed to wound an evergreen only.
Borondon chases after Merzhan. The predawn gloom is thick, and neither moon is above the horizon at the moment. The sound of footsteps running heads south.
Sondergang uses his hammer to ensure that no Orc is lying doggo. His broad mallet crushes the skull-painted heads with ease. The sound of skulls crunching echoes off the high cliff to the west and comes back with a dopplered funhouse sound.
Merzhan unleashes a Fire Ray at the treeline hoping to ignite something to provide light.
Merzhan's fire ray arcs out and singes the evergreens. Since it is Springtime, they are well watered and full of sap, so they do not catch. The Orc archers are nowhere in the general area, and there are many hollows and draws they can duck down.
Having diposed of the trash..Sondergang channels divine energy healing the wounded around him for1d6=2 hit points
After everything that can be obtained from them is taken, Merzhan torches the bodies. As he watches them burn he muses aloud.
"These are indeed the Orcus worshipping orcs. And no doubt the survivors will tell their clan of our presence. I fear that when we arrive at Tharkad-Kul, they will be waiting."
Divel rifles the Orc corpses with a practiced efficiency. He places their weapons and armor in piles. The weapons are crude but sturdily-made falchions and javelins. The armor is studded leather, particularly rank with orc sweat, blood and other less savory fluids.
Divel:
Dawn is rapidly approaching. To the west the horizon is lightening. The earlier showers have abated and the sky is filled with wispy clouds.
Divel makes nine piles of the coins, one is much larger but is mainly made up of copper nobs.
He then hands out a pile to everyone (worth 10 golden eagles) and hands Sondergang a second pile including the 40 copper nobs (worth 10 gold, 40 coppers).
As he passes the last pile to Sondergang he adds, "equal shares and party supplies."
Then he shows everyone the ruby ring and ram-headed demonic fetish.