Seeing the Morninghawk house on fire, Varies grip tightend on his hammer and he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the building a cold anger beginning to rise within him. He forced himself with all his will to not run in to that fire, the need to burning deep down inside. He turned from the house and moved to those across the street, beginning to search through the rubble a cold sweat covering his body. [i]'just focus on your area... Arlan will get then out. Just keep going!'[i]
Keltza's eyes widen as she sees Alran run inside the first burning building. She groans as she steps up to it and casts create water as he runs through the burning debris, trying to clear a path for him and buy him some more time so the fire doesn't spread all too much while he was inside. "I would appreciate it if you would hurry up!" She yells as the conjured water spouts and puts out some of the flames. "I am slowing the flames down some, but the building is too consumed in fire! I don't think I can completely save it!"
In this time, the wreckage of the battle around her does not once phase Keltza. In the year she was gone, she had seen many strange and horrifying things indeed... though never in her own home. A bead of sweat forms on her brow as she continues the create water spell.
Mohs sees the flames lick over his teacher's residence, and a film of red covers his vision. Not another one. In his mind, he feels the burning logs crush him again, but this time he pushes them aside. He moves in a quick jog toward his old master's home muttering arcane phrases and his finger cricked into uncomfortable contortions.
A ring of runes spreads from his hands, And the beads of sweat disappear from his brow. A noticeable dryness surrounds the dwarf, and suddenly a torrent of water springs from his fingers. The geyser streaks from Mohs to soak the front of the building, its strength shattering some of the lose siding.
As the stream peters out, Mohs follows Arlen through the entrance of the house. "Sara! Master Morninghawk! Are you there?
Lys dashes forward, seeing Arlan disappear in the house of flame and the others trying to get the building extinguished.
"I'll move forward and check for others! Beltzer, follow me!", she says as she moves to the well, and looks inside. Lys shouts in the well, "Hello?! We're here to rescue everyone, you can come out now!" regardless of anyone being in there or not.
She then presumes advancing towards the Northernmost burning building, crossbow at the ready, shouting, "Is anyone in the building! Hello?", shouting as loud as possible.
Agrit's face whips around after the Ghost sound, "Help me. The beam. It's so heavy..." She finishes straining again trying to shift the beam.
Arlan, bottle in hand, squints through the smoke and raises his eyebrows when he sees who came to his aid.
Can you wedge this under the beam to help? He offers his spear to Mohs. Then, quieter: I misjudged you over all these years. You have courage, and I'm proud to stand with you.
Without further comment, Arlan drinks deep and his form changes before Mohs' eyes.
"Master, Arlen, hold on to her!
Ignoring the smoke and heat around him, Mohs pulls a tiny shovel from his component pouch. With a few quick movements and a strong guttural words in Terren, an outline of runes appears on the floor, Sara just at its edge. The floor melts away, and a pit appears where the runes fade, freeing Sara so his master and the brawler can slip her from under the beam.
Between the directed fountain of water from Mohs and clouds of rain from Keltza, the vast majority of the Staginsdar Household extinguishes creating a huge column of dark, damp smoke. Only smoldering, glowing coals remain of the inferno.
At Staginsdar Household, dark damp smoke engulfs the entire structure.
Lys hears four more orcs ransacking the home next to her.
Only Arlan's adrenaline keeps him from succumbing to the smoke. He throws the smith over one shoulder.
Outside now!
The hulking brute moves through the obscured room carrying the unconscious half-orc, trying to reach the fresh air, and his friends, outside.
Only when he makes it next to Kel's side does he collapse into the dirt, dropping Sara at her feet.
Help her! She's still alive..., he says, breathing heavily. Mohs...Agrit...still inside...
Lys sees the orc patrol coming from the edge, S&#*. Too many., as she raises her crossbow and shoots for the one wearing a blue armband, most likely plundered from the town.
The bolt flies and jams in the orc's torso, drawing blood.
Squinting through the choking smoke, Mohs watches Arlen dash out of the building with Sara. I will have to thank him. He moves to help support Agrit out and back to the barrier.
"Master, this way! Sara is safe. Arlen has taken her for help. You need to be with her."
Varin growls animalistically and grips his weapon tightly, staring bloody murder at the offending Orcs as he moves forward. "COME TO YOUR DOOM PIGS!"
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Squinting through the choking smoke, Mohs watches Arlen dash out of the building with Sara. I will have to thank him. He moves to help support Agrit out and back to the barrier.
"Master, this way! Sara is safe. Arlen has taken her for help. You need to be with her."
Nerak spots the orcs as they come around. Good thing he had his crossbow out and ready for them. While he was at it he would thank Desna, he was sure Nethys would not mind. As the orcs just so happen to walk with in range of his crossbow's limit as well. He had learned from the varisians quickly how to judge distance concerning a target. His crossbow let out a quiet snap as he fired.
As Sara is dropped at her feet, Keltza frowns and looks away from the orcs, kneeling down and whispering mystical words. As her hand shimmers a deep red -the color of Ragathiel- she presses her hand down onto Sara and hopes the positive energy was enough.
Wulfrum say the green blobs out of the corner of his eyes and reeled about noticing that Lys was out in front all alone with three nearby. He groaned and began to step off running in her direction.
Round 1
Beltzer breaks into a charge and goes for the nearest orc towards him. Before he does Kevril flies up pointing the way. Kevril stays behind Beltzer for now.
From the direction of the north tower, an orc patrol of three rounds the corner. They each wear studded leather armor and carry falchions. Time stops as everyone stares at one another, before realizing their enemies.
Lys sees the orc patrol coming from the edge, S#~*. Too many. , as she raises her crossbow and shoots for the one wearing a blue armband, most likely plundered from the town. The bolt flies and jams in the orc's torso, drawing blood.
Nerak spots the orcs as they come around. Good thing he had his crossbow out and ready for them. While he was at it he would thank Desna, he was sure Nethys would not mind. As the orcs just so happen to walk with in range of his crossbow's limit as well. He had learned from the Varisians quickly how to judge distance concerning a target. His crossbow let out a quiet snap as he fired. The bolt buries into the orc.
Beltzer is well aware orcs will come around any moment now but he would be ready for them. The sounds of war beating around him beat in rhythm to his heart. The sound of his own war drum ready to be let out.
Only Arlan's adrenaline keeps him from succumbing to the smoke. He throws the smith over one shoulder. ”Outside now! “ The hulking brute moves through the obscured room carrying the unconscious half-orc, trying to reach the fresh air, and his friends, outside. Only when he makes it next to Kel's side does he collapse into the dirt, dropping Sara at her feet. ”Help her! She's still alive... “ , he says, breathing heavily. ”Mohs...Agrit...still inside... “
Varin growls animalistically and grips his weapon tightly, staring bloody murder at the offending Orcs as he moves forward. ”COME TO YOUR DOOM PIGS! “
Wulfrum say the green blobs out of the corner of his eyes and reeled about noticing that Lys was out in front all alone with three nearby. He groaned and began to step off running in her direction.
The first orc with matching crossbow bolts protruding from him staggers forward toward the well and collapses. The two other orcs charge Wulfrum with howls of rage. Both blades clange off the dwarven armor.
The door opens next to Lys and three more orcs emerge from the house. Each wear studded leather and some loot: one wears a fine, purple apron; another wears wide-brimmed, white sun hat; and the third wears a string of sausages as a scarf. Each carry falchions.
Squinting through the choking smoke, Mohs watches Arlen dash out of the building with Sara. I will have to thank him. He moves to help support Agrit out and back to the barrier. ”Master, this way! Sara is safe. Arlen has taken her for help. You need to be with her. “
As Sara is dropped at her feet, Keltza frowns and looks away from the orcs, kneeling down and whispering mystical words. As her hand shimmers a deep red -the color of Ragathiel- she presses her hand down onto Sara and hopes the positive energy was enough. Sara’s eyes flutter open as she is healed to consciousness.
Beltzer
Lys
Nerak
Varin
Wulfrum
Orc stats in spoiler under Roll20 link. Please roll saves versus the orcs.
Nerak reloaded his crossbow aimed at one of the orcs coming up behind Elize and fired.
"Elize watch your back."
As the bolt flew and found it's home in the orc he stepped forward to close the gap, if only slightly.
Realizing the sheer number of orcs who have surrounded the area, Keltza attempts to get closer in an attempt to cast a spell, but to no avail. Sighing, she whips out a wand and uses it to complete a spell: Bless.
Beltzer moves up next to Elise poised to attack in the next round.
Arlan
Lys
Varin
Wulfrum
Arlan's face, monstrously twisted by his self-made concoction, nonetheless shows an expression of relief as Keltza's magic restores consciousness to Sara. He looks at the revived smith: Head to the barricade, we can buy you time.
Still breathing heavily but stirred to action by the beating of Beltzer's drums, Arlan moves up near the well, planting his spear butt into the ground defiantly. Face me, cowards, if you dare!
Lys notices the three orcs going through the door next to her, and skips beside Wulf, double tapping the trigger, aiming for the orc's head, trying to knock down the sun-coloured hat.
Nailing the orc's hat to his head, Lys turns her crossbow at the one with the sausage necklace and fires a shot at his throat.
Missing the jugular by half a hair, the bolt sticks right in the orc's neck, severing the string of sausages. Damn shame.
Shouting at the others, "Wooo! This is fun!", she rechecks her crossbow to see she only got two bolts left in the magazine.
Varin feels the song swell around him, calling him to violence. His head drops back and he howls sharply, charging at the nearest living Orc, swinging his hammer with all of his might.
[ooc]AC 19 / HP 42/42
Wulfrum could head the drums beating, echoing the sounds of the mines back home. The sound sends him the strength he needs as he squares up with the orc. He swings in aggressively in true dwarven style aiming for the knees with his warhammer.
Nerak reloaded his crossbow aimed at one of the orcs coming up behind Elize and fired. "Elize watch your back. " As the bolt flew and found its home in the orc he stepped forward to close the gap, if only slightly.
Beltzer moves up next to Elise poised to attack.
Agrit puts her hand to Mohs’ cheek and whispers, ”my dear, Mohs.” Then, she removes her most prized possession from her neck and puts the gold necklace set with beautiful white agates and moonstones around Mohs’ neck. ”I’m glad you came home. Now, go kick their a$$e$.”
Arlan's face, monstrously twisted by his self-made concoction, nonetheless shows an expression of relief as Keltza's magic restores consciousness to Sara. He looks at the revived smith: "Head to the barricade, we can buy you time. " Sara smiles at Arlan getting to her feet. Then, the couple hustle toward the barricade.
Still breathing heavily but stirred to action by Beltzer's voice, Arlan moves up near the well, planting his spear butt into the ground defiantly. "Face me, cowards, if you dare! "
Lys notices the three orcs going through the door next to her, and skips beside Wulf, double tapping the trigger, aiming for the orc's head, trying to knock down the sun-coloured hat. Nailing the orc's hat to his head, Lys finds the orc is still not dead. Then, she fires a shot at the throat of the one Nerak had shot staggering it. Shouting at the others, "Wooo! This is fun! ", she rechecks her crossbow to see she only got two bolts left in the magazine.
Varin feels the song swell around him, calling him to violence. His head drops back and he howls sharply, charging at the nearest living Orc, swinging his hammer with all of his might. The hammer disintegrates the orc’s head like a watermelon.
Wulfrum could hear Beltzer's chanting, echoing the sounds of the mines back home. The sound sends him the strength he needs as he squares up with the orc. He swings in aggressively in true dwarven style aiming for the knees with his warhammer. One of the orc’s kneecaps explodes staggering the orc.
The kneeless orc swings at the dwarf with his falchion catching the dwarf in an armorless spot at his neck spurting blood. Then, the orc passes out in pain with a toothy smile on his face.
The wounded sun-hat orc and sausage orc stagger forward and collapse.
The purple apron orc attacks Lys slashing her arm.
Then the fourth, looting orc emerges from the house with a greataxe.
Varin turns, his eyes wild, blood splattered across his face from the Orcs head. With a practiced eye he homes in on the Orc with the Greataxe and grips his weapon tightly once more, charging forward and swinging his weapon towards the beasts chest.
Varin does not charge. He moves between Lys and Wulfrum and staggers the purple apron orc.
Nerak reloads as he spies another orc closing in. With a final clank the crossbow is ready and he aims for the one attempting to join the fray.
"Not so fast, greenie."
He whispers as he fries while stepping forward yet again. Seemed Desna liked him as much as that last verisian fortune teller. While he was a fair shot, he seemed to be hitting without fail. He was glad for that unexpected gift tonight.
Wulf! Grrraagh!
Arlan moves up alongside Lys, drawing a bladed disc and hurling it at the unengaged orc before regripping his spear.
Wulfrum would stagger back as a fair bit of blood spurted out of his neck, his hand glowed underneath his shield as he brought it up to the wound turning to face the next challenger. He rolled around Lys and stepped up to the next orc, standing atop the chest and head of a fallen orc. He takes another swing, the awkward new height difference gives him a new target to aim for as he drives the war hammer down in a rather delicate place for anyone to be hit really.
The orc wearing the purple apron crumples from Wulfrum's warhammer after Varin destroyed him within an inch of his life.
The orc with the orange greataxe staggers from the hits of the crossbow bolt and chakram.
Agrit puts her hand to Mohs’ cheek and whispers, ”my dear, Mohs.” Then, she removes her most prized possession from her neck and puts the gold necklace set with beautiful white agates and moonstones around Mohs’ neck. ”I’m glad you came home. Now, go kick their a$$e$.”
"If you can make it to the barrier, I would be honored master!" Mohs touches his teacher's gift, then turns with a flinty gaze toward the melee. The battle is too mixed or too far for most of his magics, so feet pumping he throws himself toward the pitched battle with a cry, "Trunau, Agrit and Clovin!"
Keltza moves forward with a snarl on her face, standing behind her allies. Putting a foot on the dead orc beside her she points to the orc before speaking in the orc tongue. "Do you see what ruin you have wrought upon this city? I swear by the gods you will pay for your actions here today, even as we toss your wretched bodies into the depths of the Worldwound for the demons to consume! The Abyss will have your souls and Ragathiel will ensure that you wretches never return tot he land of the living, with his all consuming fire!" The flickering of flames demonstrates clear ire in the half-orc's words, even as she feels wounds opening on her body, as they knit themselves magically on Wulfrum's.
Beltzer moves up over the dead orcs itching to get into some action that seems to have been lacking for him.
Beltzer comes in swinging at the remaining orc, despite Keltza's intimidation Beltzer just wants to see this fight over. Taking prisoners and talking people down is probably best not done while their town is on fire. At least not in Beltzer's rage addled state.
Lys notices everyone gathering around her, and shouts at the others, "Check the house for survivors!", as she runs towards the next house in the row, and attempts to perceive what's happening in there.
Hooly! They've become absolute meatgrinders!, she thinks as she withnesses all of her defenders rushing to her aid, leaving orc guts and brains splattered everywhere.
"Hold on!" Keltza says, holding Lys back. "It looks like you take a nasty bump there. Might want to get you patched up first." She then looks to the others. "Anyone who is injure, gather round me so I can channel energy. I can do this five times today, so if you think your wounds are not too bad now..."
Varin turns, his eyes wild, blood splattered across his face from the Orcs head. With a practiced eye he homes in on the Orc with the Greataxe and grips his weapon tightly once more, charging forward and swinging his weapon towards the beast’s chest and staggers the purple apron orc.
Nerak reloads as he spies another orc closing in. With a final clank the crossbow is ready and he aims for the one attempting to join the fray. "Not so fast, greenie." He whispers as he fries while stepping forward yet again. Seemed Desna liked him as much as that last verisian fortune teller. While he was a fair shot, he seemed to be hitting without fail. He was glad for that unexpected gift tonight.
"Wulf! Grrraagh! " Arlan moves up alongside Lys, drawing a bladed disc and hurling it at the unengaged orc before regripping his spear.
Wulfrum would stagger back as a fair bit of blood spurted out of his neck, his hand glowed underneath his shield as he brought it up to the wound turning to face the next challenger. He rolled around Lys and stepped up to the next orc, standing atop the chest and head of a fallen orc. He takes another swing, the awkward new height difference gives him a new target to aim for as he drives the war hammer down in a rather delicate place for anyone to be hit really. The orc wearing the purple apron crumples from Wulfrum's warhammer after Varin destroyed him within an inch of his life.
"If you can make it to the barrier, I would be honored master! " Mohs touches his teacher's gift, then turns with a flinty gaze toward the melee. The battle is too mixed or too far for most of his magics, so feet pumping he throws himself toward the pitched battle with a cry, "Trunau, Agrit and Clovin! "
Sara and Agrit climb over the barricade.
Keltza moves forward with a snarl on her face, standing behind her allies. Putting a foot on the dead orc beside her she points to the orange orc before speaking in the orc tongue. "Do you see what ruin you have wrought upon this city? I swear by the gods you will pay for your actions here today, even as we toss your wretched bodies into the depths of the Worldwound for the demons to consume! The Abyss will have your souls and Ragathiel will ensure that you wretches never return to the land of the living, with his all-consuming fire! " The flickering of flames demonstrates clear ire in the half-orc's words, even as she feels wounds opening on her body, as they knit themselves magically on Wulfrum's.
Beltzer moves up over the dead orcs itching to get into some action that seems to have been lacking for him. Beltzer comes in swinging at the remaining orc, despite Keltza's intimidation Beltzer just wants to see this fight over. Taking prisoners and talking people down is probably best not done while their town is on fire. At least not in Beltzer's rage addled state.
Lys notices everyone gathering around her, and shouts at the others, "Check the house for survivors! " , as she runs towards the next house in the row, and attempts to perceive what's happening in there. Hooly! They've become absolute meatgrinders! she thinks as she withnesses all of her defenders rushing to her aid, leaving orc guts and brains splattered everywhere.
"Hold on! " Keltza says holding trying to hold Lys back. "It looks like you take a nasty bump there. Might want to get you patched up first. " She then looks to the others. "Anyone who is injure, gather round me so I can channel energy. I can do this five times today, so if you think your wounds are not too bad now... "
As the orcs fall like the vermin they are, Mohs marches into the midst of his companions, frustrated the enemies are all defeated.
Wulfrum will pause where he is at while Keltza calls upon the gods to give her the strength to heal those around her. Afterwards he'll yell to Beltzar and Varin "Let's get these houses opened, we've already found survivors earlier and I don't want to lose anyone due to our neglect." he would say before heading towards the nearest house and opening the door for someone else to step in and help deal with the situation at hand.
The bright wave of energy that bursts forth from Keltza washes away the last chords of the song and Varin blinks, shaking his head to clear the battle fog.
When Wolfram moved to a hous, Varin followed, pushing through the door as it was opened and stepping inside cautiously, readying himself for anything.
"Hoy! Anyone in here?"
As everyone is in position, Keltza holds out her holy symbol of Ragathiel and channels positive energy; bright red light flashing out within 30 feet of her.
She frowns. "That could have been a bit more effective, I think. Still, Ragathiel works in mysterious ways.