Somer paces back and forth. "So this giant. Lets go."
The stench of blood and smoke hangs thick in the air. In the darkness, the crackling of fires mingles with the war cries of orc raiders and the screams of townsfolk. The Hopespring beacon burns brightly, illuminating the pool at the bottom of the Hopespring’s waterfall as well as a rough hole gouged into the side of Bloodmarch Hill.
Two orc beast-tamers seem to control the giant's legs and move with the giant, giving orders to the two orcs who pull chains attached to the giant’s arms in various directions to clumsily direct his attacks.
"What do you mean that something's not right? Nothing is ever right with giants!" Balmir looks angrily towards the orcs and giant across the water. "I only wish they were on this side!" Balmir rushes forward towards the water's edge, axe held high and bellowing in rage.
The giant and his "handlers" move forward when they see you.
Notching an arrow Somer moves forward some infuses some of his Arcane energies into the bow.
"Here goes nothing folks."
Drawing back the arrow he lets his first arrow-shot fly at the orc in the green.
"do we attack from two sides?"
Derrik moves over the low wall, running along the shore to hide behind the large rock sticking out of the water.
"We should attack from all sides!" Balmir moves up to the edge of the water with intense focus. "Just let those guys get close to me..."
The green orc takes an arrow in the center of his chest, and won't survive the wound. But he hangs in there, because he simply doesn't know he's dead yet.
Tam likewise uses his small crossbow in an attempt to finish off the injured orc.
The stone bounces on the orcs head, but doesn't do much to change the situation, and the small crossbow bolt lands in the water.
The giant moves forward, handlers in step, although the green one is dragged as much as it stumbles forward.
Without a target close by, the giant reaches into the water and grabs a big rock.
"Lets see if I can weaken up some more."
Somer pulls the bow back again and lets an arrow fly at the purple orc.
"This is going to take some practice I can see."
Derrik will hold his action for now
Red and yellow move forward.
Balmir paces along the shoreline impatiently. "Come here, you nasty orcs. Let me usher you to the grave!" He waves his waraxe in the air in their direction.
Balmir looks terrifying as he bellows at the red orc, who seems a little hesitant to draw closer.
The giant (and handlers) continue to advance, and a large hand comes smahing down at Derrik.
Shaken: –2 penalty on attack rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and ability checks
Somer advances while he looks for a target, seeing the red ork back away a bit he fires at him.
Derrik moves over the Balmir, laying a hand on the Dwarves axe.
"Milani strengthen this weapon to strike true and to cause these foul creatures more injuries to drive them away."
Red and yellow move forward, into melee range.
Shaken: –2 penalty on attack rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and ability checks
Balmir's blood boils as the orc steps to the edge of the water and with reach of his axe. He swings a broad horizontal stroke aimed right at the shaken orc's midsection.
Tam licks his lips, takes a step, reloads, lines up another shot on the badly-wounded orc (green), and fires.
As the first orc falls, the others are still able to direct the giant swings at Derrik and Balmir. However, bother are clumsy attempts!
Derrik Steps back and calls upon a blessing of Milani to harden his skin before they start this fight.
HP 22/25
Wand of CLW 44/50 charges
Healers Kit 18/20 uses
Holy Water x 2
Smoke Stick
Remove Sickness x 2
Sooth Syrup x 2
Spells:
1st - Shield
2nd - None
Tam reloads, picks a target, and fires again! "Time to celebrate later!"
Dropping his bow in the sand Somer rushes forward drawing his trusty longsword.
Going to need to practice with that.
He advances on the orc in red and takes a swing.
Somer hits Red good, and so Red swings first at Balmir (no shield of faith now), and then at Somer with his double axe. Yellow moves forward to attack Derrik.
Tam puts another wound in Red, who is now looking rather bad.
Balmir sees that the orc directly in front of him is mortally wounded. He turns his anger towards the one facing Derrik. His axe whips through the air and into the orc's body.
The giant lifts his large hands and punches out at Balmir and Derrik again.
"We have to start putting these things down!"
Somer steps over the body of the dead orc in green armor and grips his longsword with both hands before slashing at the attacking giant.
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Derrik reels back from the blow, applying his own weapon to the orc infront of him.
Somer goes for the gold, and stabs the giant deep in his belly, causing him to howl in pain! He yanks the pink orc from the water, using the chain to swing him around as a weapon. The pink orc is holding on for his life!
Red attacks Mouser.
The yellow orc swings his axe at Derrik.
The giant looms in his vision. Balmir steps forward, into the water, so that he can attack the creature. He swings his axe in a downward stroke aimed at the giant's thigh. As he cuts a wicked gash in the leg, he redirects the axe blade into the back of the orc facing Derrik.
"I'm trying!" shouts Tam in response to Somer's cry.
Tam and Mouser both miss, but Balmir scores a couple of fine hits.
The giant, in pain, steps back onto the small island and swings an orc, aiming it for Somer. The orc splashes in the water in front of Somer.
Using his other chain, with no orc attached, he swings at Balmir.
"We need to end this quickly"
A look of frustration crosses Somers face as the giant moves out of his reach but when the orc takes his place he smiles.
"You will have to due green skin."