GM Tyranius Giantslayer (Inactive)

Game Master Tyranius

Jorgan and Hops plow out of the building. Jorgan takes the orc's head clean off as Hops jumps around nearly landing on Torgan.

Vanderhoff snaps and plows his blade into the creature's hip, crippling it. No in game effect

Torgan continues to sleep while his clan battles on.

The yellow orc slams it's chain at Hops as the yak continues to thrash about.

Yellow Spiked vs Hops AC 12: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 2) + 4 = 9

The chain snaps against the yak's thick skin taking a strip of flesh with it.

The pink orc charges straight at Wren in a bout of rage with it's Orc double axe.

Orc double axe 1 vs Wren AC 17: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

The axe digs into Wren's side as he attempts to dodge the blow.

Round 12

Jorgan (17/19 hp) (Hops 10/21)
Kraygan (6(10)/22 (26) hp)
Torgan (-1/22 hp; stable)
Vanderhoff (13/17 hp)
Wren (4/13 hp)
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Orcs (yellow -19 hp;Pink -16 hp; lt blue-asleep)
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You can do it guys! I believe!

Round 12

Wren flees, withdrawing.

I did the best I could. If they are dead, it is not for want of my will.

AC 17, HP 4/13

After Hops flings his horns around Jorgan tells the yak to back away as he steps into the yak's place and swings!

both at yellow

gore: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

dwarven waraxe: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Jorgan and Hops easily finish the wounded orc as Wren retreats into the thick smoke of the blacksmith's burning house.

Round 12

Jorgan (17/19 hp) (Hops 10/21)
Kraygan (6(10)/22 (26) hp)
Torgan (-1/22 hp; stable)
Vanderhoff (13/17 hp)
Wren (4/13 hp)
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Orcs (Pink -16 hp; lt blue-asleep)
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Van takes the opportunity, and says another prayer to Angradd as he reaches down an heals Torgan.

CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Torgan's eyes flitter open as his wounds mend themselves and Vanderhoff just inches from his face.

Round 12

Jorgan (17/19 hp) (Hops 10/21)
Kraygan (6(10)/22 (26) hp)
Torgan (7/22 hp)
Vanderhoff (13/17 hp)
Wren (4/13 hp)
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Orcs (Pink -16 hp; lt blue-asleep)
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Torgan stretches and cracks his neck before standing, still feeling the gash in his leg from the falchion blow from earlier, but the wound to his stomach seems to have healed up nicely.

"Thanks Van." He looks around and sees the sleeping orc and the noticeably absent Wren.

"Where'd the elf go?" the blonde dwarf asks as he retrieves his weapons.

"Khay Khazshuds!" Kraygan cheers after the last orc falls.
"Khay gorazsh!!!" He cheers again with Keg held high.

Covered in blood and beer, he sways alarmingly in the saddle, his glazed eyes looking suddenly distressed. The bile in his stomach, suppressed during the battle by desperate rage and guzzled ale, can be held back no longer. Dropping his axe, he clings to Haggis and tries to lean away from his companions as a stream of vomit sprays from his mouth.

"HHHHUUURRRRRRGHHHH!!!"

He gasps for air.

"Ohhh TorAGGGHHHHHUUURGGGH!!"

Kraygan will be nauseated for 5 rounds.

Torgan stands looking about for Wren as Kraygan begins vomiting all over the ground. He tries not to get any on Haggis.

The Lone Orc continues to give chase to Wren. Little elf. Come out Come out.

Round 13

Jorgan (17/19 hp) (Hops 10/21)
Kraygan (6(10)/22 (26) hp)
Torgan (7/22 hp)
Vanderhoff (13/17 hp)
Wren (4/13 hp)
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Orcs (Pink -16 hp; lt blue-asleep)
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Still heaving, Kraygan clings to Haggis. "Um good. UURHGH! Shomon.. UUURGHGHSH! gemme lancshe 'n axshe..." He reaches for his weapons, both laying on the corpse-strewn battleground.

Kraygan is reduced to a move action every round for the next 4 rounds. Haggis is still sober, so he can be led to wherever the rest of the clan decides to go.

Ah, Piddlespot, how is this piddlespotter still up?

Round 13

At failing at fleeing, Wren reverses his course, trying to escape the unkillable orc of unkillability.

1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 9 + 4 = 28 Acrobatics/tumble and double move

AC 17, HP 4/13

To push this forward we will say you kill it as it is below 0 hp and ferocity is now kicked in. It is staggered so you guys would easily finish it off as it just has a couple HP left.

The group tracks down and 'cleans up' the remaining orcs in the area. as they take a moment to catch their breath.

Combat Over

Wren walks limps over to put an arrow in pinkorc though he is already more than mostly dead...just in case it was somewhat alive.

He examines the gash on his wound and looks to see how many of the dwarves still breathe.

Maybe we'll be 'lucky' and they all live to drink another day.

"What of you, dwarves?" Wren says tiredly. He wasn't trained for this. He could shoot all day, but running around like an idiot while doing it wasn't how he spent his days.

Back at the barricade Kraygan remains seated on Haggis, but only because he doesn't trust his own two legs. Although he soon recovered from the immediate vomit-aftermath of his binge-drinking rage, Kraygan is still a drunken mess. Blood and beer spatters his armor in equal amounts, and Haggis stands under him looking a little like an unhappy dog in mid-bath. Still, Kraygan seems in good spirits, and is eager for more fighting.

Lets use some charges from those wands!

@GM: I'm not sure how you want to handle drinking rules in this game. Looking at the drugs and addiction rules Gamemastery Guide, I believe Kraygan is a little over his limit. Normally a character can drink 1+2xCon (5 for Kraygan) without becoming penalty (every drink over te limit leaves a character sickened for 1 hour). I think Kraygan is at 6, assuming he had at least 1 drink in the hour before this battle with the orcs. How much time has passed since the funeral? And how much time is this current rest period after the fight with the orcs?

2d8 + 2 ⇒ (5, 8) + 2 = 15

Already down to 31 charges on that new wand! Use them up and I'll keep track.

Jorgan uses the curing wand on Hops but ignores his own scratches. "How many more signal fires do we have? And how many more orcs do you think'll be in our way?"

@Kraygan- You are right at your limit. The one before had enough time pass. The time that has passed since the end of the funeral to this point is about an hour as you spoke with Kurst and quelled the small riot. This current rest period time limit is all up to you however. Just remember that there are drums in the distance getting louder, people screaming, flaming boulder flying into the town, orcs rampaging throughout the lower district.

Van takes the wand from Jorgan, uses it on himself once, then looks to Torgan and Wren. "Torgan, Wren, you look as if you need some healing. You too, Kraygan."

CLW Van: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

CLW Wren: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (4, 5) + 2 = 11

CLW Torgan: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (7, 5) + 2 = 14

CLW Kraygan: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (5, 8) + 2 = 15

@GM: Ok, sounds good.

"Thanksh Hoff!"

After a few minutes, a couple passes of the healing wand, and a half-dozen buckets of water from the nearby well dumped over his head, Kraygan looks just about normal again. Grabbing his lance and remounting Haggis, he lets his bucklered hand rest comfortably on the not-quite-empty keg hanging from the horn of his saddle. Though he looks ready, his cousins can tell from the glaze in his eyes that he's riding the edge of sobriety, and while a drunk Kraygan is fun in a barfight, the battle for Trunau has much higher stakes.

"Moun'up sholdiers!" He calls to his companions and begins trotting towards the sound of drums. "Er.. soldiers." He corrects himself. "We got at least one more fire to light, and sounds like some more orcs to kill too!"

Wren nods thanks at Vanderhoff, testing the skin around his wound.

I haven't been this hurt since the...incident.

While others are healing, Wren will root around the nearby dead orcs for things of interest/loot/tribal markers, etc.

"Moun' up sholdiers!"

Wren nods and uses the last bit of dabble magic that he has left over, summoning a Mount out of the aether for himself. Cast Mount.

Wren jumps on his horse and is ready to ride. He seems relieved to *not* be in charge...even if a drunk dwarf is.

Absolutely no more magics from Wren. Just the bow and snark. That's all I got now...unless you need light or to be cleaned magically, but Wren don't work with beards.

That's ok. Kraygan is out of magic too. :)

Van looks around. "I need to get Vanderhoff, so I can keep up."

Yes this is a very hard book. They set you up for investigation and then slam you with this hard mess.

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After taking a few moments to check their wounds and search through the bodies. The wounded man from the battle peeks his head out of the door. Is it clear?

Seeing no immediate danger he approaches with a small sack. Thanks for helping me. I thought I was a goner fer sure. He hands the sack to Jorgan. you may get more use outta these than me.

Peeking in the sack Jorgan finds a few items:
[list]

Torgan appreciates the mending of his wounds as he recovers his maulaxe and sheathes all of his weapons on his body. "Let us gather th'weaponry an' armor an' continue on."

Torgan grabs the swords, spiked chains, axes and leather armor and help secure it with the yaks.

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Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

"Thank you, soldier." Torgan says as he starts his campfire bead near where the old signal pyre was located. "Hopefully, thiss'll help."

"Thanks." Jorgan grunts as he is handed the sack. I'll hold on to them for now unless anyone wants to claim them.

Prepared caster want that pearl?

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Jorgan helps stash the spare items to the side before giving his axe a quick wipe-down. "Let's go kill some more orcs, eh?"

"I need to get Vanderhoff..."

Wren's eyes blink in confusion.

I thought you *were* Vanderhoff. Is there another like you?

Wren shakes his head, hoping that he was just mishearing things over the sounds of destruction.

"Thank you for the healing, *cough*van*cough*der*cough*, I appreciate it." Wren remarks, a coughing fit overtaking him when he speaks the dwarf's name...stumbling off to avoid admitting he is confused.

That was pretty smooth, Elf. Pretty smooth.

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Wren takes the necklace and examines it before huffing with interest. He offers it around but explains that he might have use of it.

Your choice on the PoP1, peeps. It's an extra sleep or CLW at this point.

Wren shuffles through the gear, hoping for an extra brace of arrows in case things get really dark. He tries to move quickly as he searches and packs gear on his (temporary) mount.

He, unless somedwarf objects, takes one of the vials of soothe syrup...as he feels a rising tide of nausea and queasiness coming on from watching the dwarves fight. Is the soothe syrup pink and chalky?

* * *
When the dwarves are ready and the stuff is distributed, Wren will lead the team (from behind) to the last bonfire torch thingy.

"Whoooa!" As a dwarf on the verge of yaking on his yak (again), Kraygan reigns up as the contents of the bag are discussed. Reaching down, he a potion to remove sickness and stuffs them into a pocket, then claims the second soothe syrup and offers to toast with Wren.

After, he fishes out a couple potions he'd been saving, but so far had little use for.

"Torgan, Jorgan, either of ye want one o' these? Will make ye as big as an ogre for a short period o' time. Would use one m'self, but don't think Haggis would enjoy being squished under me arse!"

2 potions of enlarge person up for grabs.

Torgan gathers the equipment from the cart and begins loading it up on the yaks as he ignites the campfire bead at the scattered and broken pyre. It does little to illuminate more than the trees and houses on fire around them.

Digging through the orcs Wren is able to find plenty of arrows. Looking at the soothe syrup Wren notices that it is indeed pink and chalky.

The most direct route to the last beacon you have to continue west through these burning trees and smoke. You are roughly at area L on the town map. The last beacon is at Area M on the Town map.

Looking through the burning trees proves near impossible as they cover the area in a thick impenetrable smoke. Thick plumes of pea green smoke billow from 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.

Same conditions to enter as the burning house was. Anyone inside the smoke must make a Fort save each round. (DC 15 +1 per previous attempt) or suffer smoke inhalation. (Choking and coughing for the failed round. A character who fails two consecutive rounds takes 1d6 points of nonlethal damage.) Anyone also in the smoke has concealment (20% miss chance). You can hold breath for 2 rounds per point of CON. Each standard or full action reduces the amount by one round to which you need to start breathing again.

Dogs bark in the distance as you hear the sound of a man being attacked and possibly killed from within. The group knows that they must cross through this green sulfurous smoke to reach their destination.

If I think it won't help at all, then I will recall the campfire bead into its bead form. I just thought it might be an innovative solution to the problem.

"Nah, 'm good without it, Kraygan." Torgan states at the offer.

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"Follow me!" Torgan will hold his breath before rushing through the green smoke.

60' through the smoke in a straight line towards the building.

Wren waits to see what he can see, unwilling to jump through the smoke just yet.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 Perception

Wren uses the PoP1 to recover Sleep.

Torgan enters the green hazy smoke. It parts ever so slightly to show a lone orc woman standing in the middle of the smoke. She yells in the air as she smacks he chest with a closed fist. The drums in the distance seem to boost her morale as she looks back locking eyes with Torgan. She releases something from her hand. Within seconds three dogs locked on chains come bounding through the smoke.

20%miss chance in the smokey area and keep track of breath rounds if fighting in the green smoke.

Round 1

Torgan
Vanderhoff
Kraygan
Wren
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Orc BeastMaster
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Jorgan
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Dogs
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Round 1

Not trusting himself to move on the horse and fight, Wren dismounts. He knocks an arrow and fires wildly into the smoke in the direction of the dogs. @Yellow.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 to hit;
1d6 ⇒ 5 damage.
1d100 ⇒ 26 Low is good.

Torgan scowls at the woman, holding his breath as good as possible. He draws his waraxe and one of his maulaxes, ready to strike down the next thing to get next to him.

26/28 rounds of holding breath left.

"Torag's steel codpiece, Torgan! Yer in the way of me lance! Bah! Hold yer breath Haggis, we're goin in!" Kraygan gives Haggis his knees and, holding his own breath, enters the smoke and forms up next to his cousin.

Move action, then ready action to lance the first enemy that closes. Also, Kraygan's reach will likely give him an AoO.

Lance: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Concealment - High=Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 18 MISS!
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
AoO (if available): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Concealment - High=Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 55
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Crit Confirmation: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Extra Damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (5, 2) + 6 = 13

Vanderhoff casts a spell, asking Angraad to shield him, as he moves into the smoke, holding his breath, and readying his hammer.

shield of faith

The dwarves brace themselves as Wren fires a warning shot arrow into one of the burning trees.

The orc beast master grasps a javelin from the ground beside her. She heaves it through the green smoke at Torgan.

Javelin vs Torgan AC 18: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

The javelin arcs right past the group and splinters into the rubble of the building behind them.

Round 1

Torgan
Vanderhoff
Kraygan
Wren
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Orc BeastMaster
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Jorgan
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Dogs
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Round 2

Still staying out of the smoke, Wren moves to fire another deadeye warning shot at one of the dogs. @Blue.

1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6 to hit; (PBS)
1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 damage.
1d100 ⇒ 61 Low is good.

Good doggie! Go fetch the pointy stick!

Jorgan waits to see what the dogs do. Delay so I'm with the rest of the group.

Jorgan holds back, mesmerized by the smoke.

The dogs dart through the thick smoke at the dwarves.

Two of the dogs are met by Kraygan's lance and Vanderhoff's hammer. They had little time to react before they were smashed into the ground.

The third dog bites at Torgan.

Bite vs Torgan AC 18: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Crit damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

The dog clamps down on Torgan's throat before he hurls it to the ground.

Wren continues to fire arrows into the flaming tree. Perhaps he believes the tree to be the enemy?

Round 2

Jorgan (17/19)
Torgan (15/22)
Vanderhoff
Kraygan (21/22)
Wren
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Orc BeastMaster
Dogs
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Kraygan is the last to go in the initiative order, so I'll assume 3 dwarves can take out the last dog. If not, it will deserve an AoO for Kraygan charging past it.

With a mighty effort Kraygan resists the urge to give a battlecry and loose some of his breath. With a sharp jab of his knees, he signals Haggis into a charge and brings his lance in line to run through the beastmaster.

Charging Lance with Ride-by-attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 2 = 26
Concealment - High=hit: 1d100 ⇒ 80
Damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (8, 8) + 6 = 22

Jorgan moves up and hits Torgan with the wand:

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

He orders Hops to stay back for now.

Vanderhoff steps south and swings his hammer at the doggie!

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Damage: 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Miss: 1d100 ⇒ 63

Jorgan heals his brother's wounds from the dog bite as Torgan...

Jorgan tends to Torgan's wounds as Torgan begins to hack at the snarling dog. His waraxe bites deep into the dogs hind leg as Vanderhoff finishes the dog off.

Kraygan plows forth into the smoke in a drunken rage. He miraculously manages to plow right over the orc, trampling it into the dirt by nearly a foot.

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Combat Over. Boom Level 3! Time to upgrade!

Once on the other side of the burning trees the group sees a sight that shocks them to their core. The portcullis at the gate is closed but their is a small horde at the portcullis on the verge of breaking it down with a ram and about to pour through the gate in a merciless wave.

On the groups side of the gate seems to be two sets of barricades prepared and a familiar face, Patrol Sergeant Omaust Frum. It seems he alone has decided to stand against the orc waves. Unfortunately he still seems to be drunk.

Omaust leans against the barrier with a greatsword as he drinks from a flask. Let looshe the fury of the flaming logsh! He shouts as he stumbles, nearly impaling himself on the barricade.

Two barricades have been emplaced on the hill leading towards the western gate. They are approximately 3 feet high and five feet wide. Costs 2 squares of movement to cross and provides cover but only to creatures within 30 feet.. Ignore cover if attacker is closer than the defender.

There is a small cache of weapons sprawled in a heap nearby that consists of a glaive, a guirsame, a halbard, two longspears and a ranseur. A large boulder lies in the middle of the hill between the two barricades. It is nearly 10 feet across. It looks as if it is the same boulder that smashed through the blacksmiths house and ignited the trees.

Two bundles of logs have been lashed to the westernmost barricade, one on each side of the road. Takes two full round actions to release The easternmost barricade is equipped with sharpened and splintered wooden fences. Can ready to impale an attacker.

Torgan starts barking out orders, familiar with his crew from their work in the brewery. "Kraygan! You're th'fastest! Get t' the logs o' th'west! Loose 'em, then help Jorgan!" He yells at the drunkard and points to the log smasher.

"Van and Wren! On me! We're off t' save th' other drunk." Torgan steels himself as he heads to the breach. "Van in th' front! Wren in th'back with arrows!"

He turns to his brother and clasps his arm. "Jorgan, we go t'war. Hold th' east barricade an' be ready t' heal if need be. Hops'll keep ya safe."

Torgan sheathes his axes and rushes to the forefront. He scoops up a halbard in the middle of the area, ready to take out the oncoming horde of orcs.

Jorgan keeps his axe out and nods to his brother. He whistles for Hops to follow along as he trots alongside Torgan.

Jorgan is updated! His perception increased to +8 if you've got that noted anywhere.

Wren nods at Torgan's commands. He leaps off his mount...

Ride vs DC20 quick dismount: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

...with quick and amazing elven grace!!

He double moves over the barricade to take up a shooting position, drawing his bow as he moves.

I don't see any foes on the map. Should we see foes?

Edit: Oh! Kraygan makes me think that they are coming from the far left side of the map? Though the portcullis, then the logs, then us, huh?

"Aye, cousin!" Kraygan gives a crisp salute and trots over to the logs, kicking a leg over the saddle as he reaches them...

Quick dismount too!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

...and gets his foot stuck on his keg!

"Gah! Bloody.. stupid.." He grumbles as he slides off the saddle and flops awkwardly to the ground.

Move. Fail quick dismount - move to dismount.

Question: there are two bundles of logs, right? I think we'll need another person on the second one. Also, the logs are designed to roll down on invaders inside the gates, right? How long until they breach it and enter the kill zone? I don't want to loose them prematurely.

Thanks Jorgan I do have a table in the Campaign Tab.

@ Wren- There will be a new map. The enemies are all to the west (left side of the map).

@Kraygan- Correct the logs are set up to roll on incoming baddies. They are breaching as we speak.

A blast rocks the portcullis as the orc's use a massive ram to smash into it as the group sets up what little defenses that have at their disposal.

Also one more note with this portion only. While bodies don't normally impede movement. This portion will. A square containing a single fallen orc does not impede movement but is unable to be charged through. 2 fallen orcs in same square costs 2 squares of movement to cross and 3 orcs costs 3 squares movement. so on and so forth.

The portcullis canters a bit off of it's guide enough for the orcs to begins squeezing through. Before they know it six orcs come rushing through the gates, roaring in fury!

New map is posted

Edit: Won't let me post new map at work. Not a big deal as all. All that it consists of is a closer view of this little area so instead of using 10 foot squares it uses 5 foot squares. I will transition all positions onto new map when I get home.

Round 1

Torgan
Kraygan
Jorgan
Wren
Omaust
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Orcs
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Vanderhoff

Round 1

"They are coming through! We'll never get the logs loosed in time!" Wren hisses while looking at all the orcs.

Omast has it right. This is a good time to die.

Wren looks again at the orcs pouring through the gate.

And I will take many more of them with me.

Wren pulls out the heavy tangleburn bag he's been lugging around for a while. He heaves it as far as he can, aiming at the orc in the gates entrance (or whatever target makes sense), hoping to stick him in place whilst he burns and stop others from coming through.

1d20 + 4 - 8 ⇒ (17) + 4 - 8 = 13 ranged touch to hit; (-range)
1d6 ⇒ 1 fire damage.

Tangleburn bag: DC25 Reflex or catch afire: another 1d6 fire for 2 rounds, minimum. Also, DC 15 Reflex or be stuck to the ground, entangled. (-2 to attack rolls, -4 to dex.)

Burn you bastards. Burn like this city burns.