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Mird wears a half-smirk as he approaches the prince. With a slight nod of his and a half bow, he addresses the prince, "Sir...I appreciate your honesty. I had thought I may have recognized you, but was not sure. That sad, I will make my intention known, both to you and the rest of the group. I am here to keep you safe as we return to Kethlenica. I lend both my bow and blades to your service.."

Mird walks among the corpses, nudging the occasional orc with the toe of his boot with a slight kick and a smug smirk on his face. As he picks through the various equipment dropped, he grimaces with disgust as he picks through the particularly smelly pieces of equipment..."I've no particular interest in any of the items, it reeks of orc filth, hopefully we can sell it for some gold."
Noticing the color drain from the commander's face, Mird stops his survey and focuses on the commander. "I agree...there is much to be explained, sir...And the good lady Lash is correct, although I relish another chance to fight an orc, we should make haste lest we find ourselves disadvantaged..."

Mird snarls at the Crossbowman and switches his attention to him. Grimacing from his recent wound, but thankful for the healing, Mird touches where his wound was, squints his eyes and looks squarely at the Orc Crossbowman. Raising his bow with arrow knocked, Mird takes aim and fires...
1d20+8=20
1d8+4=9

Dragon*Con was a much more absorbing weekend then I intended! Sorry!
Mird snarls as he locks the orc leader in his sights. Mird brings hiw bow to his side as he quickly moves closer to the orc leader (OOC: to within 30 ft if possible, this is included in attack/dmg rolls, subtract 1 from each if I cannot get within range during one move action)
With a fluid movement, he brings an arrow out of his quiver, knocks the arrow in, pulls the bowstring back...he closes his eyes for just a moment to gather focus. He opens his eyes and his face goes blank, his whole body seems to freeze as he stops breathing...and just as suddenly as he stills himself, he lets go of the string. With a loud *THWANG* the arrow goes flying from his bow, whistling toward its intended victim, the orc leader.
1d20+8=21
Damage : 1d8+4=9

Selena, Bard Performance, most unfortunately, only applies to weapon damage rolls...not magic damage. You'll get the bonus to your attack roll, but not the damage from your magic spell...RAW, anyway
With a howl of fury due to his last miss, Mird snarls slightly as he knocks another bow...somewhat single-mindedly, he maneuvers himself appropriately and lines up a shot for another attack on the same orc as he mutters under his breath, "Lets see if you can dodge THIS one you flea-ridden bastard..."
1d20+7=15
Damage : 1d8+3=7

Im back! You patience is appreciated!
Perception1d20+5=14 +2 if "Against an Orcish Target"
Also, as a general tactic, I'd be trying to be close range if possible with my orcish targets, as I do have point blank shot for +1 to hit/dmg when within 30 ft[ also please note orcs are my favoured enemy...won't ask for anything to be changed, as I should have been the one making all those rolls anyway!
Mird grins devilishly as he hits the orc square in the shoulder...not a moment to spare, though, as he realizes all orcs are now engaged with his fellow adventurers. Mird manuevers within deadly range, knocks an arrow, takes aim, and fires at the orc that is still bleeding from Mird's last arrow.
I have percise shot, as well...also assuming I am not threatened, if I become threatened, I will take a 5 foot step out of a threatened square, if this is impossible, I will drop my bow (free action), wield my sword, and attack who ever is threatening me."
Attack http:1d20+6=11, 9 if melee
Guessing thats a miss, sad.

My apologies for my lameness, I've been pulling 16 hour shifts this week at work due to military coolness, none of my normal access to computers during the day and getting home just in time to go to sleep makes me bad at posting >< Ill be more interactive once the weekend hits and I actually get to sleep a bit!

Mird's face becomes almost engulfed with an old, tempered rage as memories of his past flood him. With a smooth and nimble move, he moves a bit closer to the orcs while taking out his bow, knocks and arrow, and lets one fly at the nearest orc...

Perception----1d20+5 = 21
Sense Motive : 1d20+6 &#8594; [19,6] = (25)
Woo dice love me tonight!

Are there any marks on either the orcs or catapults that might signify who they're working with (I realize I probably wouldn't know what it was, but if there is some common symbol maybe I can relate it to the rest of the group).
Is there anything about the catapults' construction that might give this information as well (perhaps the engineering is specific to a certain region, or something)
Do we overhear the orcs' conversations at all (if any)?

"No questions here...a sound plan if ever I've heard one!" Mird finishes with a grin...hand twitching at his side slightly as his posture and expression change into more of a scouting mode...

Sorry busy busy busy couple of days...really this next two weeks...but Ill be making a much more concerted effort to get on to the forums!
"Mird grimaces at the confusing exchange happening between the commander and Kith.."We need to keep on track here...leave these differences aside...obviously we need to take out their siege weaponry...they're entirely too much of a threat! I have no problem carrying one of the jars if it will advance our efforts in this campaign..Although my skills are better put to use in more subtle practices, or at range...but...if I am needed on the front lines, I am more than capable...and willing."

Mird grimaces as he lets out a slight sigh and admits, "As much as it pains me to admit, our patient leader, Kith, has a point...what little gain we'd have from attacking now would quickly be lost when it came time to make our retreat. We need to keep our strikes coordinate to ensure the most vital spots are hit, and hit hard. Captain, would you mind signaling to the other groups that we should wait and strike as one? "

Mird nods in agreement and stands by Lash as he prepares himself to move forward and scout out the camp...
DM: Want stealth checks or anything?

Mith turns to regard Selena..."Not to be rude, m'lady, but some minor conjurations may do little more than alert the orcs to our presence...No, the threat we use as distraction must be much more...deadly...or at least appear deadly...If any of you magically-inclined are skilled in the art of illusions, that may be useful...Otherwise..." Mird trails off as he inspects his bow and knocks an arrow..."Perhaps we will have to resort to good old killing to sow the chaos we need..."

Mird checks his bowstrings and the blade of his sword. Ensuring both his weapons and armor, he check what few supplies he requires for these outing.
Mird is prepared to depart whenever...

I like it. Allows for more involvement, and you're correct---all too often perception really just is a catch all when you aren't sure what else you should do.

Thinking hard, Mird realizes he is staring and brakes his gaze. With a furrowed brow, his eyes dip to the side, lost in contemplation and completely removed from the situation. The instructions wash over him and with a jolt Mird brings himself back into the room...
"Questions...yes...but not for now..." Mird pauses and then grins, "For now...let us see to this delightful mission..."

Mird raises his goblet to the toast with a grin on his face.
Apologies, as well, if I'm going overboard on hating the Orcs...I always overdue a particular RP point of my character until I really get the feel for them

Mird nibbles at the small amount of food he has picked up and held in his cupped hand. His posture and demeanor while eating belies someone who has had to spend many a nights alone, making no noise, and leaving even fewer traces.
He offers a smile as the people introduce themselves, and an even bigger grin as the cleric appears to "accidently" have shown off her divine power.
Mird delicately wraps what's left of his food and places it in his pocket and approaches Kith.
"Ah, so you're our leader? You look to have known a battle or three...I eagerly await to fight along side you..."Mird pasues for a minute, and with a large grin and a wink continues, "Although, to be honest, I eagerly await any oppportunity to rid the world of another orc."

Mird, still wearing his hood low over his eyes, approaches Selena and pulls the hood back slightly, exposing his eyes and forehead. He offers Selena both a salutation and his hand, "My fair lady, I must wonder what grace I was given to be allowed to enter your dreams...What, pray tell, did you dream of me and my friend, here?" Mird questions with a nod of the head and slight smirk.
He looks around to the others present in the room..."I mean not to alarm...but...me and the lady Lash have been scouting...and it serves you to know to be prepared...a horde of vile orcs are about."

At the mention of Orcs, let alone the mention of a Orish War Party set to ravage town and land, Mird's face twitches slightly and mild scowl forms from his upper lip. "Captain, it would be my pleasure to assist you on this venture...I am confident there are few around her that can navigate the woods as well as I, and even fewer that would take this mission as seriously as I..." Offering his hand to the Captain, "I humbly accept your mission, Sir. My only regret being we won't be able to dispense of a few of those nasties for you...but the mission as a whole is much more important than cleansing this world of only a few of those orcs. "
Turning to Lash, "I look forward to working with you, m'Lady."

"You assume too much, m'lady...I think at this point the Captain is desperate enough for anyone with a bow or a sword that he will hire just about anyone with the guts to volunteer." At this point, Mird moves his cloak aside, revealing a bound longsword hanging from his hip, and a longbow draped across his back.
"Besides, I've dealt with this sort of operation before, they offer you money because they know they can count a majority of the mercenaries lasting long enough to get paid." At this comment, Mird lets off a slight chuckle to himself.
"I'm able enough at surviving though, I intend to last 'till payment. What of yourself, any particular reason you think the Captain would hire you in particular?"

Pulling his hood fully off his head, Mird stands tall with a brown cloak draped across his back. His hair lays atop his head, a bit shaggy, but clean. His face is well-groomed and offers a wry grin as he begins introductions. His posture remains relaxed, but he does keep one hand resting on the hilt of his longsword.
Im just a traveller looking for work, lookin' to help with Orc problem here for some livelihood in return. I am most pleased to meet your aquantince Mird continues with a half-bow.