Initiative List:
Svetla: 24 [moves to D17]
Navorn: 23 [maintains defensive stance]
Divel: 22 [climbs ruined wall]
Eldon: 21 [plinks orc]
Ingrahild: 19 [guards Borondon]
Merzhan: 19 [casts spell-moves to J16]
Borondon: 19 [delays action in readiness]
Sondergang: 17 [heads for bridge]
Orcs: 13
Svetla runs past the others, nimbly avoiding the rubble strewn about the broken gate. She sees the three waiting orcs illuminated in the magic fires Merzhan has conjured.
Divel clambers up the ruined wall of the dwarven fortification. The stone is choked with large vines and the surface is pocked and pitted by neglect. He easily surmounts the 15' and lands prone, readying his bow.
Ingra chants in Dwarvish, calling forth protection for Borondon.
The three orcs rush out to face their foes. Two cast their javelins at Svetla, one at Borondon.
Svetla: 1d20+1=3, Svetla: 1d20+1=15, Borondon: 1d20+1=17
The two javelins hiss by Svetla as she turns to face the approaching orcs. Ingra's sheild deflects the javelin aimed at Borondon, it clangs off and sticks into the stony ground several feet from them.
Meanwhile the archer orc decides that perhaps he can get a long shot in on Merzhan
The orc's arrow falls well short of the swarthy spellcaster, rattling off the side of the stream chasm and plunking into the swift cold waters below.
Now that he can see an enemy within his reach, Borondon screams and runs at the closest orc as fast as his stubby legs will carry (charging the orc at f16 and placing Borondon at g15).
Ingrahild follows Borondon and protects him as best she can. Moves adjacent to him and keeps her shieldmaiden ability active "Fly my brother lets rain all of the steel and iron in our veins against these intruders in our home!" She then readies an action to sheild bash any orc if it comes into her threaten range
Initiative List Rd 3:
Svetla: 24 [Pending]
Navorn: 23 [Pending]
Divel: 22 [Shooting bow]
Eldon: 21 [shooting xbow]
Ingrahild: 19 [guards Borondon/shield bash]
Merzhan: 19 [casts spell-moves to I18]
Borondon: 19 [Charges G15-attacks orc]
Sondergang: 17 [moves to H15]
Orcs: 13
Realizing she is facing two foes, Svetla decides to attack the orc in front of her. Leaving the chance for one of her fellows to deal with the other.
Realizing she is facing two foes, Svetla decides to attack the orc in front of her. Leaving the chance for one of her fellows to deal with the other.
Navorn moves to engage the orc
6 attack 7 damage
Initiative list Rd 3:
Svetla: 24 [Attacking orcs]
Navorn: 23 [move/attack]
Divel: 22 [Shooting bow]
Eldon: 21 [shooting xbow]
Ingrahild: 19 [guards Borondon/shield bash]
Merzhan: 19 [casts spell-moves to I18]
Borondon: 19 [Charges G15-attacks orc]
Sondergang: 17 [moves to H15]
Orcs: 13
Svetla bares her teeth in a feral grin as the two orcs warily approach her. She attacks with a looping cut with her longsword, but the orc dodges the first cut.
Navorn charges off the bridge, swinging at the orc near Borondon. His first swing is wild, slicing nothing but the twilight air.
Divel aims a shot at one of the orcs threatening his comrade Svetla.
His arrow strikes true, causing the orc to stagger. The orc tries to straighten, but collapses in front of Svetla.
Eldon shoots his bolt at the orc by Borondon. The bolt strikes his chest , causing him to stagger and gasp. Blood flies from his mouth in an arc of green.
Merzhan ululates wildly, running forward and casting a bolt of firey magic at the remaining orc on Svetla. The red lance strikes true, wrapping the orc in a caul of flame. The orc screeches loudly and runs off, flames trailing from his burning form. He gets several dozen yards before he falls to the ground. The disturbingly aromatic bacon smell of burning orc fills the evening air.
Borondon and Ingrahild move forward in a rush. Borondon’s face twists with anger and his war axe sings its hissing death song in the twilight air. The bolt-wounded orc’s head separates from his shoulders and rolls along the ground towards Sondergang, as he runs up to meet the others.
The orc on the far ledge screams loudly and looses an arrow at Svetla.
The arrow flies off its mark, disappearing into the gathering shadows.
After shooting, the remaining orc slings his bow and begins to nimbly climb the cliff face behind him.
Eldon shoots his bolt at the orc by Borondon. The bolt strikes his chest , causing him to stagger and gasp. Blood flies from his mouth in an arc of green.
Bleh...
"One!" Borondon looks up at Divel and smiles. "Filthy orc scum." He kicks the head, sending it rolling.
"Ah.. you're catching on, Boringdun." Eldon says with a smile.
Sondergang helps the head on its way lofting it with a firm kick into the gorge.
He casts an eye at the escaping archer
"Think you can get him Divel" he calls up to the elf "If not go see what the other one had on him."
"Eldon, Navorn, Merzhan..keep a weather eye out for any more of the bastards"
"Ingra, Borondun, Svetla...lets see what those scum have on them then we'll chuck them in the river so they don't pollute the place with their presence. After that we'll move up to the doors..we need to find somewhere secure to base ourselves out off."
A quick looting and then dragging the corpses away with grappling hooks is what he has in mind
At Sondergang's words, Eldon stiffens, and lifts his hand to his head in respect. "Yes sir." He stands at alert, looking around for anymore danger.
Divel hears Sondergang's shouted question. He stands up gracefully on the crumbling battlement and draws his bow, taking careful aim at the retreating orc.
Divel's arrow speeds across the distance and buries itself in the orc's back. The orc cries out and tumbles off the cliff face, coming to rest on the ledge he had originally attacked from in a tumbled heap.
Divel shouts down to the group
"Four"
"S#!&! Four? Already? Damn it, I need to step up my game!"
Borondon begins to loot the corpses.
Ingra stands guard for Borondon as he inspects the corpse, she keeps a keen eye on the loot as she must ensure the fair share for the community back home.
Navorn keeps an eye out as his companions loot the corpse
Sondergang nods in satisfaction as Divel disposes of the last orc
"Good shot...see what you can get from the one up there then join us at the gates"
Svetla puts away her blade, then nods towards Sondergang upon hearing his decisiveness. She begins with the orc she had been fighting. Rifling through any pockets or pouches she can find, Svetla begins placing what she finds, if anything, into a small pile beside the body.
Divel runs nimbly along the old wall and hops up to the ledge where the orc Eldon slew is resting in a heap
Divel:
Borondon starts rifling the pouches of the headless orc. Ingra notes what he finds.
Borondon & Ingra:
Svetla has two orcs dead at her feet. She starts with the orc she tried to slice.
Svetla:
The sunlight is fast fading to night. A faint glow can be seen over the ridge of the high cliffs surrounding the area. Full darkness will be upon the adventurers in about a half hour or so. There seem to be no sounds about, though Merzhan and Ingra keep a sharp eye out for danger.
Borondon puts the loot in the pile Svetla is making and smiles at Ingra.
Eldon looks eagerly at the bag. "So we splittin' this?
We'll spilt treasure when we return to town and have paid the Baron his ahh..'rightful dues'. Unless off course you want your share so you can leave us?"
"Let's get inside the doors before the sun sets...someone check that orc Merzhan burnt...we'll have to leave them to rot here..ah well the grounds probably polluted with their presence anyway."
"Ahh, keep it for now, let's keep trekkin along"
Divel descends gracefully down the shattered edge of the old dwarven wall, sprints along the ground and climbs nimbly up the other side. He runs to the end and then climbs over to the ledge where the crumpled corpse of the orc he shot lies in a pool of green blood.
Divel:
Borondon checks the last orc.
Sondergang nods briefly to Merzhan.."Thats a handy trick you have there..I can do much the same with acid as Torags gift to me so at least we are well equipped to fight trolls eh lad"
He slaps the young mage soundly on the back then begins to move towards the gates of the complex.
Borondon searches the smoking orc corpse. Luckinly the flames didn't stay lit too long, and the orc's pouches are intact.
Borondon:
Borondon gives Ingra the rest of the loot.
"Shall we?" he says, then follows Sondergang towards the gates.
Ingra takes a deep breath and walks towards the other dwarves ready to enter her lost homeland
"Onward troops!"
Eldon will scurry ahead of the group, crossbow loaded, ready for anything. First thing that moves is going to get nailed.
"Har!" Borondon laughs, then says to Ingra in Dwarven:
Divel returns to Ingrahild. He hands over 20 gold, 30 silver and 10 coppers.
Then he shows an elven arrow too. There is draconic writing on the body.
The elf looks around for any other bodies after as he returns to his tail end charlie position.
The evening is darkening as the group heads into the narrow passage. The smoke from the burning orc corpses darkens the blood-red sky behind them, flavoring the night air with a faint roast pork smell.
The narrow passage opens up at its end about 300 yards from the ruined battlement they fought by. There is a ruined keep in the small pocket canyon, its top crumbled and large basalt blocks stewn around its base like a giant child's building blocks. The canyon seems to be a dead end, there is no passage but the way the party came.
The group sees a dwarven statue still upright, but with its head gone and its arms lopped off. The statue's left stump is upraised, pointing to the high canyon walls that surround the area. The statue's limbs and head lie broken on the ground near it. It is covered in graffitti like the other statues had been. The graffitti is much the same in message, death to this group, death to that group.
The elf looks around for any other bodies after as he returns to his tail end charlie position.
Divel ponders the arrow. He knows that back a generation or so ago the dwarves of Tharkad-Kûl worked closely with the finest Elven smiths to create many magical items. Divel's own father carries Summerain, a magical throwing dagger that returns to hand after striking its target that he received as a youth in Merranior. This arrow was of Elven design, but clearly the fine-grade steel was Tharkadian. Depending on the dweomer inscribed upon it, it could bring 300 Eagles to the right buyer, or more.
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Merzhan takes a moment to translate the Draconic runes on the arrow , every now and then scanning the area with a keen eye.
Perception1d20=20
Merzhan takes a moment to translate the Draconic runes on the arrow , every now and then scanning the area with a keen eye.
The runes translate roughly thus:
Draconic runes:
Smite the ones cut off from life
Give them their release.
Sondergang looks to his comrades.."This is the statue on the note we have I think. It said we had to align to the arm to see the hidden stair"