No one, dread Doom speaker! I am loyal to my Chief. But, Mighty Thoku is strong. With him, the Tribe could easily take the relics of the Hero-Chief from the puny soft skins.
Thoku grunts to his doom speaker to back down
"we have found the location of the relics but have your chief attack to night on the pathetic god lomeds church and we will put this city will be under foot with them in hand..."
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Dread Chief.. should I tell Skreed?
Daktani takes a look at the strength of the Bleeding Storm and turns his eyes to the ground as he bares his neck to Mighty Thoku. I will tell Skreed, Chief, myself. He will know nothing of your plan, Great One. I swear it. He slams his fist to his chest and withdraws, taking his henchmen with him. With the haste and craft of Verex, the Tribe of the Bleeding Storm return to Trunau and wait.
The Burning Angel has long been torn from the sky, and once more the GReat cavern is shrouded in darkness. Then, the air is filled with the boom of war drums. it has begun!
"I may not know what you plan, but it sounds like there will be a big battle out there. If that's so, why are we in here when the fight will be out there? Are we going to open the gate from the inside and let the horde in?"
"just follow, we are after a bigger prize than the subjugation of this soft city...choot let's move I want our goal in hand before the angel rises.."
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Ozak shrugs. "Well, let's go then. Shame to miss the battle, but... maybe it won't be over yet when we are finished." Ozak smiles to himself.
Kern watches the interactions of this new orc with the tribe's chieftan, trying to determine if Ozak means to usurp control from Thoku. He decides it doesn't really matter to him, as long as the tribe is strong.
Shakraal keeps her own counsel, what she makes of anything is hidden behind her mask. She follows her chieftain, warfang at the ready.
As the Bleeding Storm leave the Cleft, they hear a massive pounding at the front gates. Battering rams.
The thock of catapults follow, and flaming boulders soon scream through the air with human voices. They crash into buildings, shattering walls and setting thatched roofs alight with Sezelerian's holy flower!
The humans give call and the gates two the upper tiers slam shut.
The bleeding storm will need to cut their way up
Choot will take the form of a Human Cleric of Iomedae as the group moves forward, "Let guile lead us to our goal my Chieftan!"
... trying to determine if Ozak means to usurp control from Thoku.
The bleeding storm will need to cut their way up
Ozak unslings his axe and gets it ready. "Do we need to get through those gates? Or is there some secret way?"
Kern readies his axe, and Grell begins growling angrily.
Shakraal curses to see the impediment of the gates as the thud shut.
"Not so well done, glorious leader..." she breathes, stalking after the rest...
Thoku takes on the look of a sad pinky moves up and calls to the men at the gates
"please let us pass we must get so much ground blessed and consecrated for I fear there will be many pathe...brave souls lost this day and as you know a man must be blessed and laid to rest within a few days of being slain...less his holy spirit be tormented by the shackles of his lifeless body...I beseech you let us and pass and begin our work...for the love of all the life that will be taken in defense of this city..."
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Thoku takes on the look of a sad pinky moves up and calls to the men at the gates
Ozak mutters under his breath, "Am I the only one who can't shapeshift around here?"
Kern smiles at Ozak, then uses his Pack Focus ability to briefly grow a bull's horns, just to show off.
Shakraal snorts to see the tribe engage in frivolity. She whispers to Ozak.
"Newcomer - changing one's shape is easy - easy for you to hack off your hand if it maligns thee. Changing one's mind, one's habits - that is the harder task."
Ozak feels an itch, and sticks his finger up his nose, struggling to get at whatever is inside. He pulls out a lump of something, looks at it with vague curiosity, and flicks it aside.
"Why would I want to change my habits?"
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Thoku the Bloodied One wrote: uh.btws gm I do hope this conversation is out of the guards ^_; :) The smaller text indicates that we are whispering. I don't know if they saw Kern's horns though.
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Thoku's bluff: 23
sheesh.... they bought that crap?
"please let us pass we must get so much ground blessed and consecrated for I fear there will be many pathe...brave souls lost this day and as you know a man must be blessed and laid to rest within a few days of being slain...less his holy spirit be tormented by the shackles of his lifeless body...I beseech you let us and pass and begin our work...for the love of all the life that will be taken in defense of this city..."
Open the door! The human's weak voice grates on the ears of the orc-blooded, but soon, the locks of the door clang and the door opens. Inside, eight human guards stand in the torchlight, swords at the ready. The room reeks with the stench of human weakness. As the tribe enters, one of the guards points with his sword.
ORC!! They have the blood of orcs with them! TRAITORS!!!!
Choot Othul:
Hakak:
Kern Dead-Eye:
Ozak Badaxe:
Shakraal Kringsdaughter:
Thoku Blood Drinker:
Guards:
attacks Kern: AC 18 miss
attacks Ozak: AC 16 hit crit?
crit
x2 = 20
attacks Hakak: miss
attacks Thoku: AC 24 miss
attacks Shakraal: miss
attacks Thoku: AC 24 miss
attacks Thoku: AC 24 miss
attacks Thoku: AC 24 miss
The guards descend on the tribe, fear burning into madness in their eyes. They swing with abandon at the orc-blooded. But, their blows are weak, puny things, and they find little purchase. All save one. Ozak, caught between three guards, feels the sharp cut of human steel. His blood flows freely from a giant wound on his chest. It shall form a mighty scar. Small comfort as his life hovers at Zagresh's cavern.
"Idiots! Can't you see your weakness in the face of our tribe!? Why did you not lay down your arms? You may have at least lived on as slaves!"
Kern roars to life as he sees Ozak take a deep wound. He steps around to flank one human (G1) with Grell, and the two tear into him.
Choot sighs and enunciates a prayer with a quick apology to the Destroyer thereafter. Positive energy, enough to make the priest practically wretch, is transferred from his hand to the back of the newest member of the Tribe Ozak.
CLW
Shakraal explodes with a deep bestial roar - her keloid skin pulses as it hardens. She breaks into action, her benighted gaze lowering upon the treachery of the human guardians. She hefts her steel talon high, and brings it down in a vicious arc...
Round 1
Swift Action: Enact scarshield
Free Action: Enter rage
[+1 BAB, +3 Str, +1 mwk, -1 Large weapon]
[+4 TH Str]
"Gorum's Rusty Codpiece! You'll pay for that!"
Ozak roars with rage as he feels the human's sword bite. He spins his axe in the air for a moment and swings viciously.
@GM: I apologize, I shouldn't have said TWF there, since I had to drop that feat. Ignore my second attack, and the first one should have been 2 higher on the attack roll.
Grinning, Hakak and Fleshripper tore into the nearest of the guards.
Guards: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Shakraal Kringsdaughter: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Hakak: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Ozak Badaxe: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Shakraal explodes with a deep bestial roar - her keloid skin pulses as it hardens. She breaks into action, her benighted gaze lowering upon the treachery of the human guardians. She hefts her steel talon high, and brings it down in a vicious arc. Her warblade swings wide clattering against the flagstones of the tower at the guard's boot.
Hakak and his beast attack the humans. But, the confines are too restraining, and no blood is spilt!
Thoku snarls in rage, dropping is guise as a weak human priest, and shows his glorious true form to the tuskless warriors. The warriors cower in fear at his mighty thews and he launches himself into a savage attack. His claws and tusks cut air like soft skin, but he offers nothing to the Blood God save his rage.
Maggots and worms, and all manner of death-eaters slither from the cracks of the tower's flooring. They inch their way up Ozak's body and burrow deep into this many wounds. The warrior can feel them eating away at his ruined flesh, digging and writhing beneath his skin. Some of his wounds fill with the vermin, filling the gaps between his flesh. He feels ruined vigor and strength fill his bones. But, still, his mighty swing strikes only air!
Kern and Grell rip at the guards. They both flank one of the humans who stupidly placed himself between the mighty warriors. Quick as lightning, they strike. Their warblades and claws move with the might of the Thunderer himself! Blood rains down to the stones in offering to Great Rull, and the guard staggers beneath their fury!
Shakraal: miss
Thoku: miss
Hakak miss
Thoku miss
miss
miss
Thoku miss
kern miss
But each of their blades cuts only air!
Shakraal grins behind her mask as she feels the balance of the battle shift. Hack stands opposite the human in front of her, dividing his attention. She hefts her gut-spreader again swings it again in a wild arc, metal finding skin, sinew and bone in a glorious explosion of pain and red fluid.
ROUND 2
Standard Action: Attack Guard G5, flanking with Hakak.
[+1 BAB, +3 Str, +1 mwk, -1 Large weapon, +2 flank]
[+4 TH Str]
Ozak eyes the guard in front of him carefully. "Pinkskin, I am going to wear your head as a hat."
He then swings the axe in a wide arc.
"YAAAAAHHHHHRRRR!!!"
Kern and Grell are relentless as they attack the guard.
Thoku grins as the pink ones begin to fall ""thoku calls as he attacks his next meat
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Choot draws his axe and adds to the bloodletting though his strike is wide of the mark.
Masterwork Greataxe -
Greaaxe Damage
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Snarling in frustration, Hakak kicked Fleshripper over to the guard's far side and struck again.
Snarling in frustration, Hakak kicked Fleshripper over to the guard's far side and struck again.
Guards: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Shakraal Kringsdaughter: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Hakak: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Ozak Badaxe: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Shakraal grins behind her mask as she feels the balance of the battle shift. Hack stands opposite the human in front of her, dividing his attention. She hefts her gut-spreader again swings it again in a wild arc, metal finding skin, sinew and bone in a glorious explosion of pain and red fluid. The guard gasps and clutches at his spreading guts as he collapses to the ground, screaming in pain.
As the wyrd-caster's foe falls in a pile of his own offal, Hakak, Fleshripper, and Choot descend on their own prey. The shaman fails to offer blood to the Doom of All Things, but the earth-speaker and his beast. The earth-caller brings his warfang down in a mighty arc, cleaving a great chunk of flesh from the human, but still the guard stands. This one is strong. His whelps would make fine warriors.
miss
On the other side of the battle, Ozak fells his prey with a single cut of his mighty axe. His steely fang parts through metal and flesh as though air. Twin haves fall to the ground amidst a fountain of blood. The Badaxe stands, triumphant, bathed in the sacred color of the Chiefs in Fire and Blood.
Kern and his beast work together and cut at their foe from both sides. Fang, claw, and wartooth slice into the metalskin of the human. The creature's strength and power rain upon the stones in offering to the Blood God and the Thunderer, even as Zagresh claim its soul for his horde.
Dread Thoku's claws nearly hamstring his own foe. The man offers a great scream of pain, glorious warsong, to the Thunderer. He stains the stones with his weakness, and the scent of his water fills the guardroom.
miss
miss even with flanking on Thoku
miss
hit on thoku
miss even with flanking
The guards close ranks, wisely fearing the tribe's ability to move. They strike out at the great chief of the Tribe of the Bleeding Storm. But, only one blade cuts Mighty Thoku's sacred flesh, and offer his blood to Nulgreth!
"HA HA HA HA HAH!" Ozak laughs maniacally. "Come and take the blessing of Our Lord in Iron!"
Ozak dodges past Choot to the southeast.
He then twirls his axe in the air with a flourish.
Kern steps to the side and snarls "Grell, flank." then waits for the cat to position herself.
Grell moves around Kern and the human he is threatening, using every bit of her grace to avoid being attacked.
She then attacks with a claw.
And Kern swings his axe at the weakling, seeing an advantage from his pet's distraction.
His blood rising, Choot continues to attack with his bladed weapon saving his spell strength for the clerics he knows will resist at their destination.
Masterwork Greataxe -
Greataxe Damage
Again the weapon, clumsy in the clerics hand fails to find the purchase on the flesh it targets.
"yes my blood calls for more have at thee soft ones I bring death..." thoku growls at the humans as claws and teeth fly
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He then twirls his axe in the air with a flourish.
After his flourish with his axe, Ozak leans forwards...
"CHOMP!!!" Ozak sinks his tusks into the man's flesh.
Shakraal exults once more as her foe falls. With some care she prowls around to embitter more weaklings, ready to cleave them in twain... but her bloodclaw cuts nothing.
Move Action - Move to C6 via C5 to avoid AoO.
Standard Action: Attack Guard G8, flanking with Thoku. If G8 is down, then attack G7..
[+1 BAB, +3 Str, +1 mwk, -1 Large weapon, +2 flank]
[+4 TH Str]
"CHOMP!!!" Ozak sinks his tusks into the man's flesh.
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