Nerak remains where he is and awaits any new development.
"Aw yes but I hear their is ash rain predicted."
He shakes his head.
"If we are not needed we should see about the others. Or finish here and regroup."
Varin stares, stunned, at Rabus for a moment, before gripping the man by the shoulder. "Get behind the barricade, old man. Let us young pups get this. I'll come back and help after this is done." Varin grabs the Earthbreaker as he passes, making to follow after Wulfrum. As he passed Lys he lay a hand on her shoulder and squeezed softly. "Thanks. I might hhave... I wanted to make that guy suffer. Thanks for ending it." Picking up the pace, he dashes away, off towards the gate.
Seeing Varin show up behind him, Wulfrum picks up the pace running alongside the burning trees. The heat coming off them would bother some but growing up a Warpriest of Torag and spending many an hour near the kiln.
So did I, Varin, so did I..., thinks Elize, looking at the dying man. Loading the last bolt in the magazine, she takes a step out of the door, turning once to see Rabus' corpse and grips the stock of the crossbow harder. Savages... "I'm coming! Leave some for me!", she shouts back at Varin stampeding away, as she shoulders her crossbow and prepares to run.
Thick plumes of pea green smoke billow into the air here, where three hardy trees that flank the road have been set ablaze with green alchemical fire. The air reeks of sulfur and ashes.
Arlan crushes the orc into the ground, smashing a meaty arm across the leader's throat. "What took you so long, Mohs? Got this one all tied up. And I swear there was a bird. Anyway, if you wanna bash him a few times I won't mind. Maybe...maybe once with your hammer...for Clavin?"
Mohs grips his weapon and steps up to the pinned orc and looks deeply into its eyes. The orc snarls and twists to avoid the coming blow. Without releasing his gaze, he raises his brother's hammer above his head and brings it down with a shout. "Aarrghhh!"
Beltzer doesn't hear any pleas for help from upstairs so continues to wait for any impending dangers. "So, nice day we're having?" Beltzer asks Nerak in jest.
Nerak remains where he is and awaits any new development. "Aw yes but I hear their is ash rain predicted." He shakes his head. "If we are not needed we should see about the others. Or finish here and regroup."
Kagak ineffectively struggles against the headlock.
Wulfrum couldn't remember the last time he ran this much. He was doing pretty good for his age, or perhaps it was purely the adrenaline and hatred for the orcs he had that made him feel like he wasn't about ready to keel over and take a nap after so much fighting and running.
Head down, eyes focused, Varin took a deep breath before dashing past the burning trees, keeping on towards his goal.
Lys sprints behind the others, catching up to them quickly. "Hells, you're loud!" she shouts behind Varin, slowing down to a dwarf's pace and drawing her crossbow again. "Let's go!"
The previous blow sheared a length of skin from orc's face. Mohs raises his hammer. Again! and lets it fall.
Are you still alive? You're pretty tough for a green skinned coward, Arlan asks as he chokes the singer.
"I'd say we'd best converge all back together. Best we take on whatever else these orcs have together." Beltzer replies to Nerak. He then ghost sound upstairs. "Oi, Arlan? You done ripping off those orcs' faces yet?"
He then sends Kevril out the door and into the sky to figure out where the rest of the group is.
Nerak waits for the reply while keeping alert. How long did it take to kill one last orc, from the rest this one seemed to be setting a record.
Head down, eyes focused, Varin took a deep breath before dashing past the burning trees, keeping on towards his goal.
Lys sprints behind the others, catching up to them quickly. "Hells, you're loud!" she shouts behind Varin, slowing down to a dwarf's pace and drawing her crossbow again. "Let's go!"
You all run closer to the cliff that protects the town as well as a wall. Also, the shadows from the fires and Inner Quarter Beacon do not penetrate beyond the building where Wulfrum is. Beyond him is the full darkness of the new moon.
and Wulfrum believes the voice.
"Are you still alive? You're pretty tough for a green skinned coward," Arlan asks as he chokes the drummer into unconsciousness.
"I'd say we'd best converge all back together. Best we take on whatever else these orcs have together." Beltzer replies to Nerak. He then ghost sound upstairs. "Oi, Arlan? You done ripping off those orcs' faces yet?" He then sends Kevril out the door and into the sky to figure out where the rest of the group is.
Nerak waits for the reply while keeping alert. How long did it take to kill one last orc, from the rest this one seemed to be setting a record.
All clear here, Beltz! Arlan yells, at last releasing Kagak from his grasp. He looks at the orc's face with contempt one last time before stomping on it hard. Some of 'em down there are just sleeping, though. Why don't you and Nerak get your hands dirty and give the ones still breathing a red smile!
Arlan shakes the gore from his boot and grabs Mohs by both shoulders, looking into his face.
I know this isn't your thing, he says, indicating the orc and the field of carnage. But you are braver than I thought. Crushing orcs is easy, but it was easier with you here. I'm proud to stand with you, and to call you friend. No matter what happens, I won't let the greenskins take you alive. I hope you'll do the same for me.
I know this isn't your thing, he says, indicating the orc and the field of carnage. But you are braver than I thought. Crushing orcs is easy, but it was easier with you here. I'm proud to stand with you, and to call you friend. No matter what happens, I won't let the greenskins take you alive. I hope you'll do the same for me.
"And that was why we never could get along Arlan. You never could get it through that rock-filled skull, that this was as much 'my thing' as yours. " Mohs steps into the brains of the orc beside him and grinds it into muddy jelly beneath his foot. "I just use different tools. I see, at least that now you are willing to take help. Damn! You even asked for it. You are reckless, but not as bad as you were. I will stand with you without fear, for now, and if I am around the bastards won't play with you alive either. Now to work, there is one more floor here; check it out. I will see if he," Mohs wipes his sandal on the orc's sleeve. "has anything to share."
Wulfrum came to a full stop and looked around trying to figure out what he heard. He motioned for Lys to come closer.
"We got at least an orc down here threatening to bring more to hurt this guy, not sure what's going on but see if you can sneak up and put two in his chest before he can hurt the poor fella." he said to her quietly as he stood still till he heard whether or not she needed help or anything of the sort.
When Wulfrum stopped and didn't move on, Varin circled wide, putting himself near the edge of the cliff, staring down. He waited for a signal from Lys or the old man.
Nerak shakes his head slightly.
"I leave the butchering to those with skillful blades. You would be surprised how many men walk around with scars of would be lethality. Anyways our comrades have not rejoined us so I think it best to check on them. Plenty of orcs still about no doubt. If someone would lead the way."
He waits for at least one of his sturdier comrades to lead on and then follows.
Lys nods at Wulfrum, smiling. "Don't worry. I got this." She begins making her way quietly to the corner of the house, peeking so that she can see her target.
She kicks a rock on the way there, biting her lip. Damnit, woman, you need to handle your liquor better. Anyone could've heard that., she thinks before leaning on the house, and raising three fingers in the air. The first one is folds down. Why would an orc even try to bully someone?
Lys nods at Wulfrum, smiling. "Don't worry. I got this." She begins making her way quietly to the corner of the house, peeking so that she can see her target.
"The others seem to heading north." Beltzer says as Kevril comes back to talk to point them the way. "Should we follow them?" He asks Nerak and the other two if or when they come down.
He did his best to carefully move around the corner despite his clanky armor. He gave Lys a hold sign and whispered in her ear. "I'm gonna light him up, when you see him, nail him."
When Wulfrum stopped and didn't move on, Varin circled wide, putting himself near the edge of the cliff, staring down. He waited for a signal from Lys or the old man.
Lys nods at Wulfrum, smiling. "Don't worry. I got this." She begins making her way quietly to the corner of the house, peeking so that she can see her target using her hand on the house to guide her into the darkness. She kicks a rock on the way there, biting her lip. Damnit, woman, you need to handle your liquor better. Anyone could've heard that., she thinks before leaning on the house, and raising three fingers in the air. The first one is folds down. Why would an orc even try to bully someone?
He did his best to carefully move around the corner despite his clanky armor. He gave Lys a hold sign and whispered in her ear. "I'm gonna light him up, when you see him, nail him."
The male half-orc wearing breastplate and carrying a greataxe points at Wulfrum and intimidates, "you will die, dwarf." Then, he shoulders Aleril out of the way and moves closer.
"And that was why we never could get along Arlan. You never could get it through that rock-filled skull, that this was as much 'my thing' as yours." Mohs steps into the brains of the orc beside him and grinds it into muddy jelly beneath his foot. "I just use different tools. I see, at least that now you are willing to take help. Damn! You even asked for it. You are reckless, but not as bad as you were. I will stand with you without fear, for now, and if I am around the bastards won't play with you alive either. Now to work, there is one more floor here; check it out. I will see if he," Mohs wipes his sandal on the orc's sleeve. "has anything to share."
Nerak shakes his head slightly. "I leave the butchering to those with skillful blades. You would be surprised how many men walk around with scars of would be lethality. Anyways our comrades have not rejoined us so I think it best to check on them. Plenty of orcs still about no doubt. If someone would lead the way." He waits for at least one of his sturdier comrades to lead on and then follows.
"The others seem to heading north." Beltzer says as Kevril comes back to talk to point them the way. "Should we follow them?" He asks Nerak and the other two if or when they come down.
Kagak of the Rolling Thunder wore masterwork chainmail, masterwork light steel shield, and five throwing axes. Mohs also finds a bag containing a potion, six scrolls, a wand, a thunderstone, and antitoxin. Near Kagak, he finds a masterwork battleaxe.
In orc, everyone hears a female scream,
Wulfrum stumbles back a few steps as the man who intimidated him steps forwards, he reaches out with what courage he can muster and casts light on Lys's crossbow as his hands can't seem to raise his warhammer to strike.
Varin makes his move, pushing his way between Wulfrum and Lys carefully, placing himself between them and danger, as best as he can. He stops, gripping his Earthbreaker with both hands, staring viciously at the Half-Orcs.
"If you want my family, scum, you go through my cold dead body!" He grinned, kissing the back of his hand and pressing it to the symbol of Gorum on his chest.
"Fhaigheann tú bás os mo!"
"What the hel is that?" Mohs lifts his head with a start, "Arlan, forget upstairs, that might be the signal for the next full assault. We've cleaned up the rear, now to get back to the front lines." He throws the bag over his shoulder and makes a careful move across the remnants of the orc spellcaster's enchantment to get back to ground level and the earth where he is much more comfortable.
Promptly landing on his ass as his feet fly out from underneath him again. Thankfully Mohs manages not to tumble down the stairs this time, but his patience and dignity both take quite a beating.
Ha! That went over my head!, she chuckles to herself seeing plaster and wood splinters falling on her.
"The only one bullying Wulf is me, a$%**&!!, she shouts at the man, taking a step back and releasing two bolts in his chest.
The two bolts slam straight through the half-orc's armor, leaving trails of blood flowing on the ground.
"The wall's over there, I suggest you jump off while you're still breathing!", she shouts at the two unlucky half-orcs.
"What the hel is that?" Mohs lifts his head with a start, "Arlan, forget upstairs, that might be the signal for the next full assault. We've cleaned up the rear, now to get back to the front lines." He throws the bag over his shoulder and makes a careful move across the remnants of the orc spellcaster's enchantment to get back to ground level and the earth where he is much more comfortable.
You go ahead, I just can't leave without knowing what's up there. Could be one of ours is in trouble, or one of those worms is hiding ready to sneak in past our defenses later. I can't take the chance. Don't worry, I'll catch up!
Promptly landing on his ass as his feet fly out from underneath him again. Thankfully Mohs manages not to tumble down the stairs this time, but his patience and dignity both take quite a beating.
Ah, ha, ha! You need some dancing lessons, Mohs!
Arlan retrieves his spear, and ascends the ladder.
He waits for at least one of his sturdier comrades to lead on and then follows.
Beltzer shrugs and then runs out the door to follow those heading north. Arlan and Mohs probably have upstairs covered.
Varin makes his move, pushing his way between Wulfrum and Lys carefully, placing himself between them and danger, as best as he can. He stops, gripping his Earthbreaker with both hands, staring viciously at the Half-Orcs. "If you want my family, scum, you go through my cold dead body!" He grinned, kissing the back of his hand and pressing it to the symbol of Gorum on his chest. "Fhaigheann tú bás os mo!"
Ha! That went over my head!, Lys chuckles to herself seeing plaster and wood splinters falling on her. "The only one bullying Wulf is me, a*@~@~%!" she shouts at the man, taking a step back and releasing two bolts in his chest. The two bolts slam straight through the half-orc's armor, leaving trails of blood flowing on the ground. "The wall's over there, I suggest you jump off while you're still breathing!" she shouts at the two unlucky half-orcs.
Vorom grits his teeth in pain with the two crossbow bolts in his chest and giggles. He steps closer to Wulfrum but swings his greataxe at Varin. The executioner's blade cleaves through Varin's armor.
hit
lucky
Urnsul smiles as Lys steps back. The female half-orc follows her but swings her warhammer against Varin.
lucky
Then, a squad of orcs break away from their looting and flank Wulfrum. And just like that, the heroes are outnumbered.
"You go ahead, I just can't leave without knowing what's up there. Could be one of ours is in trouble, or one of those worms is hiding ready to sneak in past our defenses later. I can't take the chance. Don't worry, I'll catch up! Ah, ha, ha! You need some dancing lessons, Mohs!" Arlan retrieves his spear, and ascends the ladder. Popping his head through the trap door, Arlan finds the top of the Eastern Lookout Tower empty.
Nerak waits for at least one of his sturdier comrades to lead on and then follows.
Beltzer shrugs and then runs out the door to follow those heading north. Arlan and Mohs probably have upstairs covered.
Lys sees the angry half-orc attempt to decapitate Varin and holds still for a moment, dodging quickly to the side, away from the orcish horde and shooting over Varin's shoulder at the axe-wielding maniac.
The first bolt nails the half-orc in the eye, staggering him backwards, and letting out a ferocious scream.
Just in time for Lys to lean down and shoot a bolt at the new cyclops, shooting him in the kneecap in between Varin's crotch. "Not going to say I told you so!", she shouts, her smirk fading as she turns to the side to see the warhammer swinging towards her.
"Guys, we're knee deep in green shit in here! No offense, Bel!" she spits out a bit of blood and hisses at the half-orc with a bloodthirsty grin, "You're not the only one with buddies, b@~$~!"
Wulfrum was outraged and that they dared go after his children. Seeing bolts suddenly appearing in the chest of the poor bastard in front he turns about and swings at the one trying to nail Varin in the back so he can pay attention to all the orcs that were starting to flood in.
But his fear seems to be distracting him.
As the Greataxe split his armor, and he felt the hot rush of blood down his side, Varin but back a scream, biting, literally, as blood began to run down from his lips, a product of a slightly mangled tongue. He began to swear in every language he knew, internally, refusing to make a noise. As the bolts slammed in to the source of his pain, he felt a grim satisfactio, only slightly muted by the arrival of the new band.
Trusting that Wulfrum had his back, and that Lys would continue to work her deadly wizardry with her crossbow, he focused his mind, taking a deep breath. He steeled himself against the feeling of jagged metal tearing at his wound, his Armour worrying at the ugly gash in his side, as he swung his hammer with all his might at the Orc directly in front of Wulfrum.
Blood pooling in his hand, from the wound in his side, causes his hammer to slip in his grip and slam on to the ground. He leaned his weight on it for a second, his head dropping to his chest as he took a shuddering breath.
"Lys, run get the others. We will hold these bastards here," He glanced back over his shoulder to meet her eyes, before grinning. "We'll save some for you!"
His hand tightened on the base of the hilt and he tore the weapon out of the ground, swinging it in to his other hand as he pushed himself to attack, throwing every ounce of himself in to the swing.
As his hammer slammed in to the chest of the Orc he howled long and clear before laughing manically.
Arlan moves to the edge of the lookout tower, seeing the others tied up in a fierce battle.
Northwest! Varin and Wulf are surrounded! Go now! he bellows to his allies down below, and hops off the edge of the tower, landing on the ground softly.
The bad one man rendition of a vintage 3 stooges routine continues as Mohs spends another round prone. The only positive is that, this time at least, there is no one to witness it.
Mohs picks himself up at the base of the stair, embarrassed and irritated that his head and feet have had equal time on the steps. He dashes outward to see what the orcish cry has wrought to see Arlan land, roll, and jump back up from his leap from the top of the tower.
Show-off.
Beltzer continues to run north to rejoin the group.
Nerak follows Beltzer as he moves north towards the other group.
Wulfrum was outraged and that they dared go after his children. Seeing bolts suddenly appearing in the chest of the poor bastard in front he turns about and swings at the one trying to nail. Varin in the back so he can pay attention to all the orcs that were starting to flood in. But his fear seems to be distracting him.
As the Greataxe split his armor, and he felt the hot rush of blood down his side, Varin but back a scream, biting, literally, as blood began to run down from his lips, a product of a slightly mangled tongue. He began to swear in every language he knew, internally, refusing to make a noise. As the bolts slammed in to the source of his pain, he felt a grim satisfactio, only slightly muted by the arrival of the new band. Trusting that Wulfrum had his back, and that Lys would continue to work her deadly wizardry with her crossbow, he focused his mind, taking a deep breath. He steeled himself against the feeling of jagged metal tearing at his wound, his Armour worrying at the ugly gash in his side, as he swung his hammer with all his might at the Orc directly in front of Wulfrum. Blood pooling in his hand, from the wound in his side, causes his hammer to slip in his grip and slam on to the ground. He leaned his weight on it for a second, his head dropping to his chest as he took a shuddering breath. ”Lys, run get the others. We will hold these bastards here,” He glanced back over his shoulder to meet her eyes, before grinning. ”We'll save some for you!” His hand tightened on the base of the hilt and he tore the weapon out of the ground, swinging it in to his other hand as he pushed himself to attack, throwing every ounce of himself in to the swing. As his hammer slammed in to the chest of the Orc he howled long and clear before laughing manically. ”COME AND HAVE SOME IF YOU THINK YOU ARE F##$ING HARD ENOUGH!”
Beltzer continues to run north to rejoin the group.
Nerak follows Beltzer as he moves north towards the other group.
The squad of orcs surge forward attempting to envelope Wulfrum and Varin. There orcish blades fail to break their armor.
Urnsul eyes enlarge when Varin explodes Vorom's head. She strikes like a viper for revenge with her warhammer, but her rage distracts her. She steps back into the alley.
Mohs picks himself up at the base of the stair, embarrassed and irritated that his head and feet have had equal time on the steps. He dashes outward to see what the orcish cry has wrought to see Arlan land, roll, and jump back up from his leap from the top of the tower. Show-off.
Nerak takes aim and fires at one of the orcs in the back. May as well thin those that have yet to engage, his comrades don't need fresh orcs to deal with in waves.
His bolt strikes home and he reloads his crossbow.
Varin growls sharply at the female Half-Orc, "Your boyfriend is dead b&!$#. Back off before I put you down too!"
He turns his attention back to the fight, twirling his hammer over his head for a moment before bringing it down on the Orc in front of him with all of his might.
Arlan doesn't miss a beat, hustling forward and positioning himself, and his spear, in between the orcs and Nerak.
Mohs sees the conflict in the distance and speeds toward the rest of his crew.
Wulfrum shakes off the fear he had as he sees Varin put the big boy down. He looks around seeing the orcs starting to try and flank them and looked over at the orc sneaking along his side.
Lys sees the reinforcements approaching and looks at the enemies approaching. She shouts out happily at Wulfrum taking care of the orc on his side and aims her crossbow's last bolt at the half-orc with the warhammer. "You picked the wrong side, hen!", firing a bolt at her.
Inflicting a severe gash, she then draws another magazine from her belt and begins reloading. Aw, hell, I'm starting to run out. Might need to check with Nerak. Loading the bolts one by one with worked experience, she looks and grins at the rest. "It's about damn time! You're missing the slaughter!", taking a step back to let the sword-swingers go to the melee.
Beltzer moves into flanking position with Wulfrum. "Hey Wulfy, hope you haven't missed me!" Then goes into a rage
Beltzer swings a mighty blow that barely hits orc Back into some action finally.