Vors grunts hard when the arrow hits. Been too long since one of those hit me, he thinks, before closing on the archer to try and take her out of the fight. Seeing her nimble dodge of his earlier strikes, he holds back some of the weight of his swing in favor of better accuracy...
... slamming home a mighty chop. "GRRAH!"
Move to H7
Then attacking I7
Pebbles' blow strikes home, drawing blood and a grunt from the orc chieftain. Perrin's web spell catches several of the orcs off guard, tying them up in it for the time being. Cyrus' attempt to bull rush one of the restrained orcs found the bulky, broad-shouldered humanoid extremely difficult to move and costing him a sharp blow, despite Rally's best efforts to distract the orc.
Hirda, however, seized the opening created by Cyrus and Rally, charging the orc and striking him a solid blow with her glaive. Vors' blade found home similarly, crunching through the light armor of his attacker. Titania rushed to engage the orc chieftain, failing to land a blow but forcing him to give her his full attention.
The chieftain's side continues to bleed from Pebbles' blow but he turns on Titania, drawing a greataxe from his back which he swings at her.
The entangled shaman attempts to free himself from the web
and succeeds.
In a vicious attempt to defend her leader, the orc scout fires at Vors again, provoking attacks from him and Titania.
Titania's axe smashes through the archer's ribcage, felling her.
The other scout successfully frees herself from the web and readies her bow, all the while continuing to bleed.
The orc nearest Pebbles attempts to force his way through the webbing and strike Pebbles with his greataxe.
Pushing past the magical strands, he strikes at Pebbles with a great bellow, but not before Pebbles' longspear strikes home.
Pebbles' blow momentarily stops the berserker as the longspear punches through the orc's torso but the greataxe continues to swing.
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The two-handed blow cleaves through Pebbles' armor creates a gap in the elementals torso, felling him. A triumphant look gleams in the orc's eye while he gasps desperately for breath.
The berserker near Cyrus attempts to free himself from the webbing,
successfully ripping the strands that bound him. He glares death at Cyrus and hefts his greataxe, preparing to strike.
One berserker attempts to move uphill through the webbing towards Cyrus,
and succeeds. He swings his greataxe in a sweeping blow.
The orc pinned to the ground attempts again to free himself
but fails.
You pause briefly at the fall of Pebbles but then the battle comes quickly and sharply back into focus.
Vors steps forward, and launches into a fierce-looking weapon movement routine, designed to throw off the morale of the orc war band...
Cyrus emitted an inarticulate shriek as the second orc smashes a greataxe across his chest. Severely wounded, he backs slightly away but continues to stand and fight.
Cyrus lines up a heavy swing, but at the last moment his leg -- still wounded from the fight with the first beastie -- falters beneath him, and the blow swings wide.
Rally, clearly terrified, hesitates a moment.
Overcome by fear, Rally shifts anxiously back and forth between her two front paws, on the edge of flight but unwilling to abandon Cyrus.
As the orc's axe slams Pebbles into the ground, Perrin starts forward in horror, pulling a flask from his pocket. He comes to a stop just in front of the orc berserker, standing over the motionless body of his loyal elemental. No longer demonic or otherworldly, the cry he gives now is one hundred percent Perrin. "No!" A look of grim determination settles on his face, and a blast of flame springs from his hands, consuming the flask and rushing toward the oncoming orcs.
As the fire reaches the mass of webbing it quickly ignites, winding strands bursting into flame.
Hirda glances around with some concern, as the battle seems to be quickly turning against them. If this be our end, let it come. I've had a long and happy time in our homestead. Just let us keep these marauders from coming back into town.
Keep on there, young Cyrus! We'll not let ya fall 'ere! Hirda slashes again at the orc (#2) trying to draw their attention away from Cyrus and his massive wound.
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The orcs, especially the berserkers, appear shaken at Vors' skillful display with his halberd. While their attention is on him, Perrin's spell catches many of them offguard.
Reflex saves:
Orc brute 1 and orc scout 2 fall dead.
Pebbles stirs slightly on the ground
but the parted earth and stone of his torso appears to open slightly farther.
The pain of his wounds and the imminent threat of further axe-work keeps Cyrus' attention fixed firmly on the orc before him.
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The orcs, especially the berserkers, appear shaken at Vors' skillful display with his halberd. While their attention is on him, Perrin's spell catches many of them offguard.
Perrin quickly glances down at Pebbles in concern.
Hirda shouts at Perrin, Best tend t' yer frien, lad. Looks like there may be life in 'im yet. We'll pertect ya! Somehow...I need to stay here and back up Cyrus.
Titania swings her greataxe at the orc warleader.
The warleader bellows for the first time and swings his greataxe at Titania:
The shaman, finally able to act, grunts several times in orcish while waving his fur-draped arms.
The grass and weeds all around most of the party grow larger and attempt to wrap around feet and legs.
All but Perrin manage to pull their feet up in time before being entangled by the entangle spell, which has fairly obvious properties for those observing it in action.
He yells triumphantly in common:
No can run now!!
The flaming brute attempts to extinguish the flames
failing to do so.
Enraged by the fire damage he took, the orc berserker swings at Cyrus, though still somewhat distracted by Vors' display.
while also lashing out at Cyrus with his tusks.
Still attempting to free himself,
the fourth orc berserker is growing weary.
Cyrus falls heavily to the ground with the orc's blow as the web continues burning near him and singes the grasses of the forest floor, threatening to set them on fire. The orc warleader also takes damage from the expanding fire of the web.
The orc's blow almost bisected the unfortunate Cyrus. His mace fell from nerveless fingers, and as he toppled forward the orc's jaws finished the job.
Rally gave a sharp cry of grief as Cyrus fell in red ruin.
As weeds lash at his feet and his friends begin to fall, Perrin scrambles back from the growing inferno in grim silence. His head rolls back, his eyes flash, and that dark power comes over him once more.
"Cyrus, no!" Vors yells. He sees his own life flashing before his eyes as the warleader slices into Titania, but does his best to slide into position and ready a strike against the warleader.
"Titania, get on the other side of him and help me keep him off his guard!"
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As the doctor's magic washes over him, the elemental on the ground begins to stir, then slowly pushes himself to his feet. He makes his loudest rumble yet, lashing out at the warleader with supernatural strength.
With that, Pebbles seems to fall backward, swallowed up by the ground itself.
The orc warleader drops from Pebbles' heroic attack, but so does Pebbles.
Titania Flanks with Vors
While Titania's attack missed, her distraction of the warleader seemed to aid Pebbles' finishing blow to find home.
Vors squares his shoulders and yells a battle cry at the remaining orcs, "RRRAAAAAAAGGHHHHHH!!"
As Hirda watches Cyrus fall, cut down by the orcs that she loathes, she feels the anger and rage welling up inside her. Ye'll pay fer this outrage! Too late fer ya t' run now, I'll make mincemeat o' the lot o' ya! Come get some, ya green cowards! She takes another swing at the orc in front of her.
Still on fire, the orc drops to the ground and rolls around attempting to extinguish the flames
but the magically-enhanced alchemical fire continues to burn.
The other remaining berserker runs through the gap that has burned in the web, around his companion and swings his greataxe at Hirda but not before Hirda's and Vors' reach weapons make him pay for it in blood.
The berserker grunts in pain but still swings his axe at Hirda.
The shaman glances with concern at the situation unfolding before him. He grunts in orcish and a swarm of spiders spring out of the ground at the feet of Vors. He then moves backwards out of the burning web.
The swarming spiders attack Vors.
You feel a wave of nauseau coming over you as hundreds of tiny spiders swarm inside of your clothing, biting your legs...
but you manage to shake off the feeling. You also feel a burning sensation from the bits
but seem able to resist that as well.
The burn front of the web continues to expand, harming Titania and setting one of the orc tents on fire.
Is that yer best? Ye'll have to better than that, ya sonuva goat! Why dontcha try it agin? Blood spurting from a grievous wound, Hirda takes a step back and takes a savage swing at the orc that just attacked her.
You hear the voice of your departed neighbor, friend, and (as of late) comrade in arms inside your head.
Twist the handle a little, Vors, and your weapon will find home.
But your reaction to the disembodied voice is slightly slow and your blow does not quite finish off the orc.
Hirda's glaive sinks several inches into the neck of the orc attacking her, felling the gruesome opponent and pulling the end of her glaive down to the ground. She wrenches it free and looks for her next victim with the burning ferocity of a Dwarf who's been wronged.
Rally's ears perk up. She looks hesitantly at the body of Cyrus, over which she has been standing a distressed vigil. She then begins running under legs and through the entangled underbrush, ending up in H6.
Perrin darts in front of Hirda, drawing a stick of wood from his pocket as he moves and pointing it his familiar's body.