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 deflects from a swinging blade, 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. The mighty hammer pounds the orcs head into his stomach. Then, Varin steps onto the pile of three bodies.
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. Wulfrum lowers his center of gravity even more and pushes the orc toward certain death behind him. The orc tries to deflect the attack, and his eyes enlarge as his short, miserable life starts to pass before him. The orc screams as it falls to the jagged rocks below. Then, the screaming stops.
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 steps up to engage the female half-orc and says, "Hey Wulfy, hope you haven't missed me!" Then goes into a rage. Beltzer swings a mighty blow that barely hits misses.
The squad of orcs stand their ground not wanting to be pushed over the cliff by the dwarf and hack away with their falchions. The orc in the back hits Varin when he twists away to avoid the half-orc's deadly warhammer.
miss
hit
miss
Urnsul smiles with gritted through the pain of an embedded crossbow bolt when Varin steps into flanking for her. Her smile evaporates when her warhammer fails to connect with spinning Varin. So she steps back and pulls a vial from her belt. Old man Aleril cowers in the back of the alley and doesn't threaten the half-orc.
miss, lucky again...
Arlan follows the half-orc and sees Aleril cowering. Not wanting to put him in danger in lunges at the woman, grabbing her in his vice grip.
Gonna be easier to drink that potion when I knock all your teeth out... he taunts, holding her tight.
When the Falchion slashes deep across his face, drawing a thick line of blood down his jaw, Varin cries out sharply, reeling back slightly.
"BEL, SWITCH IN!"
Varin pulled back from the fight, moving back beside Lys, panting heavily. He plants his hammer in the dirt, swearing viciously in every language he knew how, before beginning to rummage in his belt pouch.
"Nice night for it..."
Beltzer moves up, taking Varin's place while tapping him on the back and swings at the orc.
Mohs continues forward, settling near to Kel and positioning himself for spellcasting.
Wulfrum heard more then saw Varin take his blow and grunted when he heard the bow tap out. He was glad that the warrior knew when the pull back, it never was good to push your luck.
He turned his attention back to the task at hand and gave a rather evil grin at the orcs. "Ich hoffe, dass Ihr Freund genoss seine Reise in unserer Stadt, werde ich sicher, um sicherzustellen, dass Ihre Reise ist ebenso ereignisreich sein."
He swung his warhammer hard at the Orange orc in front of him.
But his aggression and his attention towards Varin seemed to be getting the better of him and he swung wide.
Nerak cast a minor spell slinging a ball of acid at an orc as he steps forward.
Lys ruffles the feather of the last bolt as it goes in the magazine and cranks the first one in the slide. "Uncle Aleril! Run, I'll cover you!", she shouts, moving to the side to clear space for Aleril, seeing Urnsul being choked to death in the corner. "What's that, dear? Can't hear you!", she shouts at the half-orc, beginning to aim at the orc with the unpleasant brown covering and smell.
Keltza shouts in support of her companions and divine energy heals your wounds.
Arlan follows the half-orc and sees Aleril cowering. Not wanting to put him in danger in lunges at the woman, grabbing her in his vice grip. ”Gonna be easier to drink that potion when I knock all your teeth out... " he taunts, holding her tight.
When the falchion slashes deep across his face, drawing a thick line of blood down his jaw, Varin cries out sharply, reeling back slightly. ”BEL, SWITCH IN! " Varin pulled back from the fight, moving back beside Lys, panting heavily. He plants his hammer in the dirt, swearing viciously in every language he knew how, before beginning to rummage in his belt pouch. ”Nice night for it... "
Beltzer moves up, taking Varin's place while tapping him on the back and swings at the orc.
Mohs continues forward, settling near to Kel and positioning himself for spellcasting.
Wulfrum heard more then saw Varin take his blow and grunted when he heard the bow tap out. He was glad that the warrior knew when the pull back, it never was good to push your luck. He turned his attention back to the task at hand and gave a rather evil grin at the orcs. ”Ich hoffe, dass Ihr Freund genoss seine Reise in unserer Stadt, werde ich sicher, um sicherzustellen, dass Ihre Reise ist ebenso ereignisreich sein. " He swung his warhammer hard at the orc in front of him. But his aggression and his attention towards Varin seemed to be getting the better of him and he swung wide.
Nerak cast a minor spell slinging a ball of acid at an orc as he steps forward.
Lys ruffles the feather of the last bolt as it goes in the magazine and cranks the first one in the slide. ”Uncle Aleril! Run, I'll cover you!", she shouts, moving to the side to clear space for Aleril, seeing Urnsul being choked to death in the corner. ”What's that, dear? Can't hear you!" she shouts at the half-orc, beginning to aim at the orc with the unpleasant brown covering and smell.
The orc from the back steps onto the mound bodies that Varin vacated, and the squad of orcs hack at the front line. The orcs slashing Beltzer and Wulfrum draw deep blood.
miss
threat
no crit
hit
Urnsul swings her warhammer at Varin to get him to let go but cannot connect.
lucky again
Uncle Aleril continues to cower in the alley hoping the heroes prevail.
Keltza shouts again in support of her companions and divine energy heals your wounds.
Varin feels the healing energy wash over him and he grins, leaving his pouch to drop back to his hip, before he moves back in to the battle, renewed of vigor. Stepping back in to the line, making sure to keep an eye on the edge, just to his right, Varin swings his weapon with all of his might against the Orc directly before Wulfrum.
His hammer slams in to the Orcs chest hard and Varin grins maliciously.'Now we have them!'
Mohs watches the orcs begin to fall and little space for his magic to be effective without doing damage to his fellows. He grips his brother's hammer tightly and grits his teeth. It's time to get personal again. Watching the flailing blades and limbs, he sees Arlan tangled with a foe like at the tower before.
He slip around Beltzer's rage-filled swings, and brings his hammer down on Arlan's grappled orc
And hears a satisfying crack as bones splinter in the half-orc's chest.
Mohs grins, "Arlan, weren't we here just a few minutes ago. Hold her tight and we'll have more orc jelly to spread on our biscuits!"
Mohs grins, "Arlan, weren't we here just a few minutes ago. Hold her tight and we'll have more orc jelly to spread on our biscuits!"
I don't know... Arlan says, driving his foe into the ground. This one's only...half an orc. Think she's in charge? Should we keep her alive, bring her to Halgra? He loses concentration and relaxes his grip on her momentarily.
Beltzer continues his rage filled fury and slashes at the purple orc now in front of him to get him off Arlan's back.
Nerak summons another ball of acid and attempts to toss it on some orc's head.
Wulfrum was filled with the surge of energy, he heard the rallying cries of his comrades as they rejoined the battle and he could only grin at the poor bastard in front of him. He raised his hammer high and struck down hard at the poor bastards chest.
Noticing Wulf barely missing the orc in front of him, ], Lys takes a quick potshot at the almost dead orc.
Impaling the orc in the opened armpit, the bolt severs the spine as it penetrates at near point-blank range. She quickly turns towards the orc in front of Varin. Poor oaf is getting his butt kicked today.
The arrow thuds the thick wolf hides protecting the orc, but the force of the bolt is just strong enough to make the injured orc take a slip in his own blood, sending him screaming down the wall, interrupted by a quiet thud and silence. "Hahaha!", exclaims Lys, turning her crossbow to the two remaining combatants, heavily surrounded. "As I said! The wall's this way!" she says, pointing to the funeral place of two orcs.
Varin feels the healing energy wash over him and he grins, leaving his pouch to drop back to his hip, before he moves back in to the battle, renewed of vigor. Stepping back in to the line, making sure to keep an eye on the edge, just to his right, Varin swings his weapon with all of his might against the Orc directly before Wulfrum. His hammer slams in to the Orcs chest hard and Varin grins maliciously.'Now we have them!'
Mohs watches the orcs begin to fall and little space for his magic to be effective without doing damage to his fellows. He grips his brother's hammer tightly and grits his teeth. It's time to get personal again. Watching the flailing blades and limbs, he sees Arlan tangled with a foe like at the tower before. He slips around Beltzer's rage-filled swings, and brings his hammer down on Arlan's grappled orc. And hears a satisfying crack as bones splinter in the half-orc's chest. Mohs grins, "Arlan, weren't we here just a few minutes ago. Hold her tight and we'll have more orc jelly to spread on our biscuits!"
"I don't know... " Arlan says, driving his foe into the ground. "This one's only...half an orc. Think she's in charge? Should we keep her alive, bring her to Halgra?" He loses concentration and relaxes his grip on her momentarily.
Beltzer continues his rage filled fury and slashes at the orc now in front of him to get him off Arlan's back.
Nerak summons another ball of acid and unsuccessfully attempts to toss it on some orc's head.
Wulfrum was filled with the surge of energy, he heard the rallying cries of his comrades as they rejoined the battle and he could only grin at the poor bastard in front of him. He raised his hammer high and struck down hard at the poor bastard’s chest, but the hammer did not connect.
Noticing Wulf barely missing the orc in front of him, Lys takes a quick potshot at the almost dead orc. Impaling the orc in the opened armpit, the bolt severs the spine as it penetrates at near point-blank range. She quickly turns towards the orc in front of Varin. Poor oaf is getting his butt kicked today. The arrow thuds the thick wolf hides protecting the orc, but the force of the bolt is just strong enough to make the injured orc take a slip in his own blood, sending him screaming down the wall, interrupted by a quiet thud and silence. "Hahaha!", exclaims Lys, turning her crossbow to the two remaining combatants, heavily surrounded. "As I said! The wall's this way!", she says, pointing to the funeral place of two orcs.
The staggered orcs continue to hack at the front line. One orc catches Arlan while he attempts to pin Urnsul.
threat
nope
miss
miss
Urnsul swings her warhammer again at Varin to get him to let go and finally connects.
Uncle Aleril continues to cower in the alley hoping the heroes prevail.
Varin felt the bolt fly past his shoulder and watched the Orc slump to the ground, seconds after the Orc in front of Wulfru. Glancing over towards Arlan, Varin winced at the shots the man was taking. The freshly scarred wounds on his face and side twinged in sympathy as he stepped in to the fight again.
Swinging his weapon hard towards the Orc, Varin was careful not to slip on the bloodied corpse close to his feet.
Beltzer in a last exasperated swipe attacks the orc in front of him then his sword arm begins to get heavy, he swears and gets ready to stay on the defensive while he recovers.
Wulfrum felt that the orcs were well in hand but the half orc Arlan was wrestling with was giving him a bit of trouble on the way down. He gave Beltzer a pat on the shoulder "Go rest over by Nerak and Lys. I think between my fist and Arlan's this lass should quiet up real soon.[/b]" he said as he dropped his warhammer to the ground and balled up his fist.
Wulfrum gives a swing to her jaw hoping to shut out her lights.
Nerak grumbles as he recast his spell and slings another ball of acid, hopefully one that hit's it's mark.
Lys
Arlan
Grrraaagh! Stay down! Arlan yells as he puts an elbow on Urnsul's throat and drives her into the dirt.
"Are you sure you still want this one alive, Arlan?"
Not waiting for an answer, Mohs swings again.
Then slips back a step to avoid the reach of the furious half-orc.
Lys sees Urnsul being in a... predicament, and chuckles. "Told you.". She then begins making her way towards Aleril, just to make sure he's alright. Reaching the man, she begins loading bolts in her crossbow casually, while talking. "Uncle Aleril! Glad to see you're alright! The rest are gathering by the Inner Gate, so I suggest you make your way there, as soon as possible.", she says, smiling, as she opens the magazine. Out goes the pin, in goes the bolt. "Bel's mom is there, protecting the others, so you can check up with her too!", she continues. Giving the old man a comforting pat on the back, she winks as she says, "Though, if you want to kick this lady over there first a couple of times, I don't think the others would mind you jumping in the queue.", pointing him towards the absolutely outnumbered and outhammered half-orc.
As soon as Aleril starts making his way the camp, Lys stays looking at the others enjoying the game. "Nice seeing you again!", she shouts, waving at the old man.
Varin felt the bolt fly past his shoulder and watched the Orc slump to the ground, seconds after the Orc in front of Wulfru. Glancing over towards Arlan, Varin winced at the shots the man was taking. The freshly scarred wounds on his face and side twinged in sympathy as he stepped in to the fight again. Swinging his weapon hard towards the Orc, Varin was careful not to slip on the bloodied corpse close to his feet.
Beltzer in a last exasperated swipe attacks the orc in front of him then his sword arm begins to get heavy, he swears and gets ready to stay on the defensive while he recovers.
Nerak grumbles as he recast his spell and slings another ball of acid, hopefully one that hit's it's mark.
"Grrraaagh! Stay down!" Arlan yells as he puts an elbow on Urnsul's throat and drives her into the dirt.
"Are you sure you still want this one alive, Arlan?" Not waiting for an answer, Mohs swings again. Then slips back a step to avoid the reach of the furious half-orc.
Lys sees Urnsul being in a... predicament, and chuckles. "Told you." She then begins making her way towards Aleril, just to make sure he's alright. Reaching the man, she begins loading bolts in her crossbow casually, while talking. "Uncle Aleril! Glad to see you're alright! The rest are gathering by the Inner Gate, so I suggest you make your way there, as soon as possible." she says, smiling, as she opens the magazine. Out goes the pin, in goes the bolt. "Bel's mom is there, protecting the others, so you can check up with her too!" she continues. Giving the old man a comforting pat on the back, she winks as she says, "Though, if you want to kick this lady over there first a couple of times, I don't think the others would mind you jumping in the queue." pointing him towards the absolutely outnumbered and outhammered half-orc.
Uncle Aleril gets up and hustles out of the alley. As soon as Aleril starts making his way the camp, Lys stays looking at the others enjoying the game. "Nice seeing you again!" she shouts, waving at the old man.
Urnsul struggles against Varin and escapes the pin.
Keltza sees Aleril emerge from the dark alley. The old man is in shock. She waves him toward her and calls out to her companions, "I'm going to escort Aleril to the barricade and update Halgra on our situation. I've another cure before I go if anyone needs it."
Varin sighs as the Half-Orc woman is beaten mercilessly. He pulls back from the front and moves towards Kel, smiling. "Aye I could do with that healing. Keep me on my toes!"
Urnsul drops unconscious from the love tap from Wulfrum.
Wulrum turned about and looked at Mohs "Oy oy oy, what was that about boy. I know you have no love for Orcs but Arlen had them in a manner they couldn't defend themselves. This one here will be taken into custody. I want a werd with her after this is all said and done. I'm hoping she will have information as to where these orcs come from and if not, then the town will see to her sentence. Let us not lose ourselves in this fight." he said more towards Mohs at the moment but still talking to the lot of them.
"I can control myself, and it seems we have a bit of a breather. Do we bring her with us or send her back with Kel?"
Nerak
Beltzer
Arlan
Arlan throws the unconscious half-orc over his shoulder and picks his spear up from the ground, looking around at the others.
Let's move to the gate, I'll carry this scum.
"Done." Mohs grips his hammer. "That call earlier, I fear it was a signal. We don't have much time."
Mohs starts along the ledge toward the gate.
Beltzer grumps and pants a little as he's worn himself out quite a bit. "I really hope, there ain't too much more of these guys. This is quite a large attack. Quite brazen for the orcs. I wonder what has them this riled up."
He picks himself up and follows the group.
"See you, Kel! It's been a pleasure!", shouts Lys, blowing the half-orc a kiss. Readying her crossbow, she continues onwards, head to shoulders to Varin. "You okay there, little one?", she asks, pointing to the man's wounds, as she walks forward.
"Oh yeah, I'm just peachy keen. Thanks for askin Stretch!" He laughed before turning back to Kel. "Aye she is right. Good to have you back in town Kel. Mind yourself hey?"
Beltzer grumps and pants a little as he's worn himself out quite a bit. "I really hope, there ain't too much more of these guys. This is quite a large attack. Quite brazen for the orcs. I wonder what has them this riled up."
He picks himself up and follows the group.
Same thing that always gets 'em riled up--they can't stand it that we've made a life for ourselves here and they want to stamp us out. Keep 'em comin'. I've got plenty of blood left to spill for Trunau if it comes to it.
Keltza sees Aleril emerge from the dark alley. The old man is in shock. She waves him toward her and calls out to her companions, "I'm going to escort Aleril to the barricade and update Halgra on our situation. I've another cure before I go if anyone needs it."
Varin sighs as the Half-Orc woman is beaten mercilessly. He pulls back from the front and moves towards Kel, smiling. "Aye I could do with that healing. Keep me on my toes!"
Wulrum turned about and looked at Mohs "Oy oy oy, what was that about boy. I know you have no love for Orcs but Arlen had them in a manner they couldn't defend themselves. This one here will be taken into custody. I want a werd with her after this is all said and done. I'm hoping she will have information as to where these orcs come from and if not, then the town will see to her sentence. Let us not lose ourselves in this fight." he said more towards Mohs at the moment but still talking to the lot of them.
"I can control myself, and it seems we have a bit of a breather. Do we bring her with us or send her back with Kel?"
Arlan throws the unconscious half-orc over his shoulder and picks his spear up from the ground, looking around at the others. "Let's move to the gate, I'll carry this scum."
"Done. " Mohs grips his hammer. "That call earlier, I fear it was a signal. We don't have much time. " Mohs starts along the ledge toward the gate.
Beltzer grumps and pants a little as he's worn himself out quite a bit. "I really hope, there ain't too much more of these guys. This is quite a large attack. Quite brazen for the orcs. I wonder what has them this riled up. " He picks himself up and follows the group.
"See you, Kel! It's been a pleasure! " shouts Lys, blowing the half-orc a kiss. Readying her crossbow, she continues onwards, head to shoulders to Varin. "You okay there, little one?" she asks, pointing to the man's wounds, as she walks forward.
"Oh yeah, I'm just peachy keen. Thanks for askin Stretch!" He laughed before turning back to Kel. "Aye she is right. Good to have you back in town Kel. Mind yourself hey?"
"Same thing that always gets 'em riled up--they can't stand it that we've made a life for ourselves here and they want to stamp us out. Keep 'em comin'. I've got plenty of blood left to spill for Trunau if it comes to it."
Keltza heals Varin and says to his companions, ”Good hunting. Come along Aleril.” The two walk back toward the barricade.
Wulfrum pulls on the cord to his weapon and double times it to catch back up grumbling about how youngsters these days always in a hurry and how back when he was their age even the savages were more civilized and everyone would show up at sunrise and fight on neutral ground and then at sunset they would stop and go back home....grumble grumble.
Varin gives Kel a final pat on the back, after she has healed him, before he turns and runs after the group. He slowed as he reached Bel, falling in. He glanced back over his shoulder at Wulfrum and grinned. "Yeah yeah Pops, everything was more civilized back then. If a man killed you he did it to your face and married your wife so your kids wouldn't be orphans!" He glanced at Bel and rolled his eyes in exasperation.
Mohs continues on his way.
Least this way I don't feel bad about cracking skulls. These orcs, just like stepping on bugs. Big, green bugs.
Nerak
Beltzer
Lys follows Mohs as he moves forward, blurting out, "Mohs, you're quite fast for a dwarf, you know?", smiling at the the small dwarf, good-heartedly. "Do you think you can give me another cast of that light thing? I don't know how long it lasts, but I didn't inherit much of the dwarven sight from my folks. Only sometimes the blurred one after a long week.", looking around the area.
Nerak follows along behind, Lorn ever the lightful crown upon his head. Even if some do get the sense that the little creature is staring dagger's at you. Mostly Varin get's that feeling upon the back of his neck.