Arik steps up into the tunnel, staying tight against the wall to his left, approaching the intersection he scans the tunnel to his right and lets fly an arrow at the first orc he sees.
Round 2 - Initiative 7
In Hand: Short Bow
Effects: Bless
HP: 10/10
Move action: Move to FB42
Standard Action: atk orc at FE40
Free action: None
Round 2 recap
After waiting for the spell, the orc known as Longtooth slumps to the ground. Before he can get up, Arik and then the dwarf on the right side him into next week, leaving him a splatter on the floor.
Things do not work out so well on the left side. Warchyld fires first targeting the bear orc, but being shaken from the taunting affects his almost perfect shot. As it arrives, the bear orc brings up a shield of lacquered wood of the finest quality to deflect the arrow enough it doesn't penetrate the links of chain that hang from his body. The shield with the emblem of Ulek the Bear orc carries is a thing of beauty and the arrow does not even scratch the fine finish on the shield. He easily slips blows from Mott and Xanthar.
Order
Round 2
Party not Ozymund (acted)
Ozymund<<<<
Orcs
Ozmund moves forward and extends his hand towards the orc to his right. A sliver of blue force flies from his outstretched fingers towards the creature.
Round 2
In Hand: Nothing
Effects: Bless
HP: 11/11
Move action: Move to FB43
Standard Action: Cast force bolt at orc in FD41
Free action: None
Damage:
Seeing the first orc down, Ozmund wait until last and hits one of the orcs resuscitated by Mot, he hangs to life by a thread.
Round 2 ORCS
The orcs shuffle slowly forward, the females inspired by the Bear Orc.
Crom gets hit by what is a mated pair, male and female.
Xanthar faces two females.
One female gets in a nasty nice slice
The bear orc swings his battleaxe. He starts with Xanthar and opens himself up with a cleaving blow in a wider stance.
The bear orc misses. Except for a nasty dagger slice, the group is unharmed. There is a gap in the orc line. Is it worth it to step into?
The Bear Orc is clearly confident behind his large wooden shield of Ulekian design. "I took this off a soldier." he says in common.
Order Round 3
Warchyld<<<
Mot<<<
Arik<<<
Xanthar<<</Crom<<<
Ozzie<<<
Orcs
Although his blood is still boiling at the disdain shown for one of his brothers by the large Orc, Xanthar's training kicks in...When engaged by superior numbers, always take out the weakest opponents first...and he turns his attention to the Orc female to his left.
Round 3
In hand: Dwarven Waraxe and Heavy Shield
Effects: Bless
HP: 12/12
Move Action: None
Standard Action: Attack Female Orc in FA:41 with Waraxe
Arik fires at the wounded orc, hoping to finish him off. He then retreats back down the entry tunnel hoping to lure the orcs in.
Round 3 - Initiative 7
In Hand: Short Bow
Effects: Bless
HP: 10/10
Standard Action: atk orc at FD40
Move Action: move to FB44
Free action: None
Round 3
In hand: Composite short bow
Standard action: Stow bow
Move action: Draw weapons
Free action: Move to square FB directly behind Xanther.
Finally collecting himself, Warchyld stows his bow, draws his blades and advances towards the orcs.
"Time to die," he growls in orcish.
Ozmund takes a 5' step to the right and begins to concentrate on the sleep spell once again. His ring flashes, as he uses the focus to recall the spell to mind.
"Ware, I am casting the spell of slumber once again to the left side area", he calls before beginning the incantation.
In hand: Nothing
Standard action: Cast 1 round spell (Sleep)
Move action: None
Free action: 5' step to FC43, warn party of spell.
Round 3 - Initiative 17
In Hand: Long Spear
Effects: Bless
HP: 8/8
Move Action: 5' Step to FB43
Standard Action: atk orc at FD41
Free action: None
Bear orc
The bear orc adjusts and tries to cleave again starting with Xanthar. He shouts in orcish
Only a single orc hesitates, as he is very hurt. The bear orc cleaves starting with Xanthar.
the females bite and stab
Xanthar takes a shot from the bear orc, but the follow through misses Crom, who, while ducking, takes a stab from a nasty female.
Xanthar takes a shot from the bear orc, but the follow through misses Crom, who, while ducking, takes a stab from a nasty female.
The slumber spell hits, and the weak willed orcs manage to resist except a female which falls.
The Raging Boar tribe continues to lead a charmed existence. Powerful magic only drops one of them. Their blows continue to hit hard.
The lone injured orc seems surprised to be alive, he swings at Crom missing completely.
Crom splits the injured orc before he can act.
Round 3
In Hand: War Axe
Effects: Bless
HP: 2/17
Standard Action: attack bear orc
Move Action: none
Free action: none
Attack: Damage:
[ooc]on idevice can't see the map ....
Round 4 - Initiative 17
In Hand: Long Spear
Effects: Bless
HP: 8/8
Move Action: none unless necessary
Standard Action: atk orc at FD41 (unless that's the one that went down)
Free action: None
"I am beginning to the k this cave is cursed!"
Mott will take any aoo's ... Again, I can't see the map
Round 3 Order of actions
Mot - miss
Crom - hits bear orc
Ozzy <<<
Arik <<<
Warchyld <<<
Xanthar <<<
Orcs
Ozmund curses under his breath as his spell again fails to reduce the number of enemies.
"Well I guess I will just have to take them down one at a time!"
Round 4
In Hand: nothing
Effects: Bless
HP: 11/11
Move Action: none
Standard Action: Cast Force bolt on orc at fd40
Free action: None
Round 4
"Get behind me!" Warchlyd yells to Xanthar, as he pushes past the wounded dwarf to face the bear orc.
In hand: scimitar and kukri
Move Action: trade places with Xanthar
Standard action: attack bear orc bless in effect
Arik continues to snipe at the orcs, turning his attention to bear orc.
Round 4 - Initiative 7
In Hand: Short Bow
Effects: Bless
HP: 10/10
Standard Action: atk bear orc at FC40
Move Action: none
Free action: None
Round 4
Reeling from the devastating blow from his opponent, Xanthar stumbles back towards the cave opening...
In hand: Dwarven Waraxe and Heavy Shield
Effects: Bless
HP: 0/12 (Staggered)
Move action: move to FB:45
The bear orc manages to avoid all but a shot from Crom. Although his huge swing left him open (-2ac), only Crom could capitalize. Still the dwarf lands a glancing blow off the huge orcs armor.
A bolt of force hits the last other male orc. He still hangs to life by a thread as he swings then passes out.
The huge orc swings again, this time starting with the new opponent without a shield. The wide swing again starts at navel level.
Finally, the orc misses with his blow.
Crom takes a single bite
Crom falls, and the sleeping female is roused. Facing one opponent she tries to rise, but Warchyld swings at her.
The scimitar cleaves her in two leaving her in pieces. Crom is down, but the female and fallen male leave two holes in the orc line.
Warchyld tries to exploit the opening left by the bear orc's wide swing.
Round 5
In Hand: Scimitar and Kukri
Action: Full Attack on bear orc
"Grab Crom, and get him out of here!" he yells to his companions.
Round 5
Gritting his teeth at their losses and the ineffectiveness of his spells, Ozmund reaches into the scrollcase hanging over his shoulder and removes a fine piece of vellum with mystical writing upon it.
One last chance...I hope it works, he thinks as he warns his party members to beware the area to their right as he is attempting another spell.
In Hand: nothing
Effects: Bless
HP: 11/11
Move Action: Remove scroll from case
Standard Action: Read Sleep scroll
Free action: Warn party of incoming spell.
Mott step forward to grab Crom, striking at the bear orc while he's at it.
Round 5 - Initiative 17
In Hand: Long Spear
Effects: Bless
HP: 8/8
Move Action: 5ft Step to FB42
Standard Action: ark Bear Orc
Free action: None
Arik fires another shot at the bear orc.
Round 5 - Initiative 7
In Hand: Short Bow
Effects: Bless
HP: 10/10
Standard Action: atk bear orc
Move Action: none
Free action: None
and curses to himself as his shot misses it mark.
Round 5 RECAP
Xanthar continues his orderly move to the rear. The wizard removes a scroll and begins to read. Warchyld sinks a nasty blow deep past the armor of the Bear orc.
Arik and Mott miss him in the desperate fight. Warchyld's secondary swipe is also turned by the shield.
The bear orc orders the females to attack and waits to see how their attack works.
The females rush up to hit Warchyld.
The ranger is hit for
The last female rushes madly for the wizard, the area around the ranger is too crowded.
The last of the tribe seems to be fighting desperately to hold at the doorway. From the distance, young orcs too young to hold a weapon chant 'Raging Boar' 'Raging Boar'.
The bear orc is hurt badly , he looks for a way to repel the invaders.
Round 6:
"Protect the wizard!"
Warchyld takes a backhanded swing at the charging female orc
He brings his blade back around, arcing his swing toward the bear orc. If they were going to prevail, the monstrous leader had to fall.
He cuts upwards with his kukri, trying to spill its guts.
Warchyld misses the female.
Mott tries to hit her and the bear orc as he comes by, though they seem covered by the orcs as they rush forward.
The female and bear orc swing at the wizard after making it past the first and second row and dodge three attacks.
The bear orc tries for the wizard and cleric, starting with the wizard.
The bear orc makes it to the back row and cleaves a nasty swing through the two casters. After the orcs violently attack, the mage is down and the priest is staggered.
Blood continues to litter the narrow cave. The orcs fight with an amazing ferocity. Most curious is their lack of susceptibility to magic here.
As the carnage continues, the chief mentions:
"You cannot win here. We have held these caves against all manner of foes. Your ransom may be paid--humans are sentimental."
Round 6
Party in any order<<<<<<<
Orcs in any order
HP: 0/8
Desperate, Mott knows there's not much he can do. He's too close to use his spear on the Bear Orc. He could strike one of the other females, but then he'd be down … at least now he could draw an orc's attack, maybe saving a standing fighter. If he withdrew he would certainly be killed.
To stay standing all Mot does is take a 5' step, standing over the fallen wizard, and blocking the path to his still standing allies.
Blood oozing from his mouth, he taunts bear orc by feigning a big, puckered up kiss …
Arik is getting desperate, he takes one more shot hoping it can turn the tide.
he takes a 5 ft step to FC 45 and then fires at bear orc
Round 5 - Initiative 7
In Hand: Short Bow
Effects: Bless
HP: 10/10
Standard Action: atk bear orc
Move Action: none
Free action: 5 ft step to FC45
Round 6 partial update
Mot and Xanthar are staggered. Warchyld hits the bear orc hard with the scimitar. Enough to incapacitate a human, but Warchyld knows he staggered the huge orc. Mot blocks his way.
Orcs round 6
Two female orcs try to bring down Warchyld.
He is staggered too. Like two fighters that have hammered each other for an hour, both sides look in bad shape. Five female orcs fighting for their young seem to be in the best shape as well as the rogue with the bow.
The remaining two females look on approvingly as Warchyld does not fall. They attack to try to bring him down.
The Bear orc smiles a toothy grin at Arik, "Better put that bow down. I got another swing left in this axe."
Mott, Xanthar and Warchyld have another swing left too!
The bear orc readies his last blow.
Round 7
In hands: Scimitar and Kukri
Action: Full Attack
Condition: Staggered (-1)
Warchyld feels his life's blood flowing from him. The only thing holding him on his feet is his rage; his hatred of these foul creatures that spawned him through the desecration of his mother.
With his last ounce of strength, he strikes out with two vicious slashes at the bear orc.
Unable to focus due to blood loss, both swings go wide.
"Time...to die..." Warchyld manages to mumble, as the world goes black.
You can't have my bow, but I'll let you have an arrow"
Round 6 - Initiative 7
In Hand: Short Bow
Effects: Bless
HP: 10/10
Standard Action: atk bear orc
Move Action: none
Free action: 5 ft step to FC46
Mott 5' steps for reach ... and with his last bit of life blood strikes at the bear orc with the black long spear ...
"from hell's heart I stab at thee ...
Round 6 - Initiative 17
In Hand: Long Spear
Effects: Bless
HP: 0/8
Move Action: 5ft Step to FC44
Standard Action: atk Bear Orc
Free action: None
Mot crumples to the ground: HP -1/8
Round 6 OrcsMot swings, and the Bear orc swings before collapsing himself.
The females rush to swing at Arik. Two become dazzled as they swing in the bright light. Xanthar continues to back up.
The claws are vicious.
Word reaches the Keep that the might battle of Raging Boar Hold lasted for less than ten minutes, but is was a fight of ferocity not often seen. The brave adventurers fought to the last man, trying to keep the orcs from holding the field. At the end of the day, the might of the Raging Boar Hold was broken. Reports by a scouting duo from the Keep mentioned five female orcs and a pack of young carrying a huge orc off to the hills.
Adventure still becomes on the fringes of Ulek? A dwarven kitchen worker looks anxiously from the walls at night, waiting for word about the three dwarves that went missing that day.
There is another spot marked on the map. The Unknown Dungeon. What could be there?
Morgan awakens to a throbbing pain that seems to resonate throughout her entire body. The cold stone of the cave floor burns into the side of her face.
She remembered the battle, and the viciousness of the orcs. She could feel that the cracks in her ribs had not yet healed. How long have I been out? Where is everyone?
Slowly rising to her feet, she is surprised to find all of her gear is still with her. Either the orcs are all dead, or they left in a hurry. I should be dead and stripped bare by now...perhaps even spitted and roasting over a fire, she muses silently to herself.
She walks slowly, gingerly toward the light that she assumes to be the mouth of the cave. As she steps into the light, she sees the bloody remains of her companions, several orcs, and...others....
"Warchyld?!" she gasps, as she looks down on the fallen half-orc. Unable to move quickly, she tenatively lowers herself down to feel his neck for a throb of life's blood. She sighs in resignation as her hand is greeted with the stillness of death.
"You got your wish," she says sadly. "You killed them, and with your own death, there was one less filthy orc in the world. The gods rest your trouble soul."
She hobbles out of the cave into the light of day. If I'm lucky, I'll have gotten far enough away from here by nightfall. If not...
She sighs again, and cinches up her armor straps in hopes that they will keep her upright long enough to reach the Keep.
Keep walking, Morgan. Keep breathing. That's the key.
Morgan almost trips over the body of a man lying just outside the cave. By the look of his clothing, he appears to be some sort of wzard or sorcerer.
She slowly lowers herself down to check for signs of life, and finds that he is still warm and breathing faintly.
"Do you happen to have any magic on your person that might save us both?" she asks the unconscious man, as she opens up the pouch at his belt and begins to rummage through it.
I knew it! she exclaims silently, as she produces two small vials of bright blue liquid marked with the sign of Pelor from the pouch. Wizards always seem to have enough money for luxuries. Good thing...for both of us.
She carefully removes the stopper on one vial and drinks it.
She then gently lifts the man's head, and pours the second vial into his mouth.
Lost! how can I be lost!
He had been traveling with a band of mercenaries when they had been waylaid in the night. He had been nestled in between two great roots of an enormous oak tree and the raiders had not seen him there. By the time he had awoke and gotten loose of his bedroll the raiders were making off with most of the gear the company possessed. None of them ever noticed he was there at all.
He checked his companions, but the raiders were efficient and there was nothing he could do for them except speak a prayer for their souls. How had he cheated death again he wondered as he did his best to bury the dead.
He had been wandering the wilderness for the better part of a day when he stumbled into a huge canyon. Near its mouth he sees something, a man he thinks, lying prone near a cave mouth.
He hurries toward the cave, the hint of danger overwhelmed by the hope for the company of others.
Hello, is anyone there. he calls in a hushed voice as he approaches the entry to the cave. Seeing as he does the mangled body of a young hunter on the ground.
"Shhhh," Morgan cautions to the inquisitive voice. "Over here. Move quietly."
She sees a young man approach, dressed unmistakably in the regalia of a battle cleric of Pelor.
Cave of Chaos, indeed. They take and give with no rhyme or reason.
Theorn starts at the voice from the darkness, he had not really hoped to find anyone alive after seeing the mangled corpse in the cave mouth.
He makes a mockery of moving stealthily as he enters the cave.
"I am coming, are you injured?" he whispers to the dark.
"By the gods...what happened? Where are the orcs??"
Ozmund still has the sweet after-taste of a healing draught on his lips as he suddenly, and painfully becomes aware of his surroundings.
He sits up, still slightly dazed and battered, but it seems that the potion has erased the worst of his injuries.
A young human male, dressed in the colours of Pelor and armoured as a warrior arrives beside himself and a woman dressed in rough leathers; leads the wizard to believe she is some sort of hunter.
"I guess we won?", he inquires to the two standing with him.
"I could use a little healing, if it were possible. I am still quite week, and not sure what happened."
He gets shakily to his feet and surveys the surrounding battlefield. From the placement of the sun he realizes that at least a day has gone by...maybe more.
"Win is not the word I would choose," Morgan replies. "Between your party and mine, we are all that remain."
She looks back at the mangled corpses of the dwarves, as well as the body of the half-orc.
"I knew those dwarves only a short time, but they fought valiantly against a ruthless foe. These caves seem to bend luck like a willow tree in a strong wind. Their bravery and battle skill proved to be no match for the ill-fortune allied with the orcs."
She stares at Warchyld's body for a moment, and sighs sadly.
"Warchyld was a good man who could not see the good in himself. I hoped one day that he would..." she trails off, and sighs again.
After a moment, she composes herself and stands, helping the wizard to his feet.
"I am Morgan Iron Wolf, a ranger and goblin-hunter."
She extends her right hand in greeting, offering it to each of the men.
"If you would be so kind, Son of Pelor, I too could do with the healing touch of your god."
"I am Ozmund the Evocator. I was lucky enough to be part of the force that came upon your party. Warchyld was a great warrior and died in glory killing the orc's champion!"
I am Theorn, well met. It is unfortunate that I did not arrive earlier for maybe I could have saved some of your friends.
He moves to each of the staggering survivors and cast a cure light wounds on each, losing his memorized bless and shield of faith.
CLW on Morgan
CLW on Ozmund