Catching the drinking group by complete surprise, the heroes charge into the bar, intent on sending the enemies to an early grave. Johan leads the assault with a deadly accurate shot from his bow, the arrow imbedding itself deeply into the orc, causing it to drop its flagon in pain. Corentin charges in, but misjudges his swing and misses his target slightly. Sasha and Galor follow the cavalier into battle, the two of them working in tandem, sword and tooth ripping into the orc and sending him to the ground with a scream, quite dead. Szacha charges into the room, and seeing his target down, redirects his attack towards one of the men instead, the force of the blow driving the man to his knees and then to the floor, knocking him out cold.
The two remaining humans drop their flagons and lunge at Corentin, swaying slightly as the effects of the potent alcohol impairs their attacks. Both attacks are aimed poorly, and glance off of the cavalier's shield. Thick plumes of pea green smoke billow into the air to the west, where three hardy trees that flank the road have been set ablaze with green alchemical fire. The air reeks of sulfur and ashes. Charging from the smoke, a trio of dogs and an orc wielding two swords make their way towards the party. Two of the dogs manage to get close enough to attack with their charge, one headed towards Gizsmith while the other stops at Szacha. The attack against the gnome misses, his normally weak defenses highened by the magical screen of force surrounding his form. The attack against Szacha, however, lands, the dog's teeth ripping into the man's leg as it pulls against his weight. The man stands strong and the dog's attempt to pull him from his feet fails. The orc, swords at the ready, charges at his only available target, the ghostly wolf at Gizmsith's side. His attack passes through the creature and he gets a strange look on his face, not sure what to believe. The orc snarls in contempt that he was fooled so easily, and refocuses his efforts.
Catching a glimpse of the attack from the west Corentin does his best to finish the fight in the bar quickly.
Sasha spins Galor round and attacks one of the dogs that has arrived on the scene.
plus if crit confirms
As one of the dogs comes lunging in for Szacha he wheels his weapon in an overhead arc, bringing it down on the charging dog's skull and smashing the creature to the ground.
"Ahh..!"
Gizsmith steps back and casts colour spray aiming for the orc and as many of the dogs as he can . He keeps his illusion up and snarling as well.
With the dog rushing at Szacha down, Bellanie moves inside to assist Cor with his next attack, not being able to get in a good position to attack herself.
Johan steps back and sends a pair of arrows towards the hated orc, one going wide but the other connecting, the projectile cutting a line across the creature's cheek with a grazing shot. Sasha and Galor turn their attention to one of the arriving dogs, and Galor manages to quickly rip the life out of the smaller animal. Szacha continues his assault, driving his bardiche into the back of the last dog, the weapon cleanly severing its spine and dropping it to the dirt. Bellanie rushes forward and distracts the man facing Corentin, her attack leaving him vulnerable as Corentin's axe drives home, tearing into the man and killing him in one stroke. Gizsmith, realizing that his targets are dropping quickly to the prowess of his teammates, pulls the lightcrossbow at his side up and fires the weapon at the remaining orc, the bolt striking true and imbedding deeply in the man.
The orc commanding the dogs steps towards Johan, seeing a hated enemy in sight, and makes a single attack with his double axe. The creature fails to find an opening in the archer's defenses, cursing at the human loudly. The remaining human in the Killin' Ground turns to run, eager to get out of the deadly melee.
Letting the fleeing man go Corentin looks back to see Johan put another arrow into the oncoming orc. Feeling things are in hand for the moment he steps over to the prone man and tries to stanch the flow of blood.
Long campaigns in the field have given the cavalier a familiarity with such wounds and he's quickly able to stabilize the man.
Team Sasha-Galor moves to attack the fleeing man.
Seeing his companions handling the situation so effectively, Gizsmith moves back a bit from the fray. He keeps his snapping, snarling illusory wolf harassing the orc and looks around for any other trouble sneaking up on them.
Johan fires off two arrows at the orc, missing with both shots and drawing away a bit further. Corentin tends to the wounds of the man with the injury, realizing that the form is that of Rabus Clarenston, the proprietor of the Killin' Fields. Szacha lunges forward at the orc, his bardiche batted away at the last moment buy the orc's double axe. Sasha and Galor go on the hunt, chasing down the fleeing man as Sasha's blade cuts into his back as he runs.
The orc steps up and lashes out again at Johan, his weapon spinning in circles as he brings each of the deadly blades to threaten the ranger. One strike connects, the curved blade of the axe cutting deeply into the ranger's shoulder. The fleeing man, realizing that there would be no out running the wolf, brings his spear to his defense, striking out against the halfling mounting the vicious creature. The clumsy attempt misses Sasha by a mile and leaves the human open and defenseless.
Satisfied that Rabus is safe for the moment Corentin turns his attention back to the battle and the dangerous looking orc bearing down on Johan. Moving quickly he positions himself to strike.
Sasha attempts to finish the fight.
Sasha and Galor continue their attacks, the wolf biting deeply into the man and dropping him in his tracks. Johan fires off another pair of arrows at the axe wielding orc, the first one hitting the mark and joining the others, burying itself into the frenzied creature's chest and snuffing out its life.
"Quickly, let's get Rabus back to the healers and push on." Corentin says before sheathing his axe and lifting the mans limp body onto his shoulder.
"Well done everyone."
Turning to Johan, "Well I do have a scroll that might heal you up. It does sting a bit and some people find the whole process distasteful, but it does work. You're not allergic to demon's blood are you?"
The group carries Rabus back to the barricade, the healers quickly assisting with the man and getting him settled. One of them gives a nod of thanks to the party before opening a satchel and working to tend the man's gruesome wound.
Knowing time is of the essence, the party moves north and comes to a large home. Long flames lick the walls of this sizeable house, and burning beams crumble to the ground beneath the weight of the sagging roof. Though the front entrance remains accessible for now, the conflagration rages beyond control, threatening the lives of any residents that might be trapped inside. Screams of panic can be heard from within.
Slamming the door open with his shield, Coretin spots the form of Agrit Staginsdar struggling against a massive beam that has collapsed in the middle of the main room of the house. Beneath the beam is the body of a half-orc woman, who appears to be unconscious. "Help! Help me! She's trapped! I cannae lift this to free her!" the dwarven female calls out upon seeing the man at the doorway. "Sara! Hang on love!"
The house is in bad shape, and will probably collapse in less than two minutes.
Seeing the two in trouble the cavalier takes a deep breath and heads into the burning building, angling his shield to ward off the worst of the heat. Once he reaches the pair he grabs the beam and lifts with as much might as he is able.
Sasha begins gathering up the potions.
The three men head inside the building, quickly working to assist the dwarf with lifting the beam from her beloved. Heavier than it initially looked, the beam creaks in protest as the men work at hoisting it. Seeing the able bodies working well in concert, Agrit releases the beam and lowers herself to the ground, grasping at Sara's hands and preparing to pull her free once the beam is clear.
As they work, Corentin and Szacha are struck with a fit of coughing, doubling over and heaving for breath. Agrit, seeing them fight against the smoke, moves again to support the beam, lifting with all of her might.
Through the smoke Gizsmith and Sasha can make out the forms of a trio of orcs headed towards the building, obviously spotting the activity outside.
With burning eyes and throat Corentin does his best to move the beam again.
Perhaps it's the dire nature of the situation but he's able to master the effects of the smoke and heat for a bit.
"Demon blood it is then. Now hold still this may sting a little."
Seeing the orcs advance, Gizsmith yells out a warning, "I don't want to alarm you, but we have company!'
Willing his illusion forward to act as a screen for him , Gizsmith begins casting a spell. Suddenly a burst of golden sparkles explodes in the middle of the group of orcs, showering then in its blinding radiance
"Incoming!" Sasha shouts, drawing her weapon and mounting Galor.
Johan, Szacha, and Agrit tug against the massive beam, the wood groaning and creaking as they manage to make some progress in lifting the massive thing.
Still working against the weight of the beam, Johan and Agrit continue to strain to lift it from Sara's prone form. Overcoming the choking smoke, Corentin manages to get back into place just as Szacha releases the beam in a fit of coughing. With the addition of the cavalier's strength the beam clears the ground and leaves just enough room for Sara to be removed. "Quick! Someone pull her out of there!" the dwarf calls, her muscles straining against the weight of the wood.
Sasha and Gizmith call out alarms as the trio of orcs make their way towards the two smaller members of the party. Sasha mounts her wolf, ready to leap into battle, while Gizmsith fires off a trick of his own, filling the air around the orcs with a multitude of sparkling lights and shimmering glitter. Two of the orcs stop dead in their tracks, rubbing at their eyes and screaming in frustration as the lights go out. The last orc charges towards the mage, however the magical field of force surrounding Gizsmith wards away the blow as it shimmers under the near impact of the axe.
Corentin continues to strain against the beam.
"A little help gentlemen, if you please."
Gizsmith ducks, and feints, trying to keep the orc's axe away from his flesh.