Snorri leads the way towards the junction, shield ready. As he notices the opponents already looking in his direction and getting ready for a fight, he shouts towards the drow. "I don't suppose you'd be up for just having us pass through, would you?"
Turing to Ukrim and watching a dull force move from her hand to surround him. "That should help."
Stepping forward with her undead shadow. They both move to the mouth of the ridges, waiting for the orcs to come towards her and Regnir.
"If we can get them to clump a little, I can get abount 3 of them in a burst of fire."
Dagmar hefts her axe, "I am ready."
Glenda quietly releases the blessing of Magrim. "Swift death to our enemies," she murmurs.
Dasur moves up in the battle line, jumping up and grabbing the nearby ledge. He hoists himself up with a strained groan, rolling over and colecting himself onto his feet.
The wizard, now above the other dwarf's heads, surveys the terrain for an opportunity to control the battlefield.
"I don't suppose you'd be up for just having us pass through, would you?"
The drow captain ducks through the low opening of the cavern he appears to be using as private quarters. He wears a black lacquered chain shirt and carries a scimitar in his right hand and a helm tucked under his arm.
"Poor meetings, dwarven interlopers. Know that you are not welcome here. This pass is the holding of Baroness Satha of Vothys, and your kind have no business here. However, the Baroness is magnanimous, and should you turn back or take the eastern way, I will offer you safe passage for only the price of whatever gold you are carrying. Passing to the west will cost you your life."
This pass is the holding of Baroness Satha of Vothys, and your kind have no business here. However, the Baroness is magnanimous, and should you turn back or take the eastern way, I will offer you safe passage for only the price of whatever gold you are carrying. Passing to the west will cost you your life.
Dasur listens to the drow's offer, before stroking his beard and nodding his head. He comments in Dwarven: "Given the circumstances and conditions, that's a generous offer. What a nice fellow."
"No, Dasur, not nice. He's forbidding us to pass and shaking us down."
"You wish to stop Dwarves from walking the ways of the Underdark? Your wisdom is even more lacking than your fashion sense! We'll gladly pay a price in metal for passage, but we lack gold, so you can have steel!"
Drawing in a deep breath, Snorri clangs his axe against the shield, steel ringing on steel in a clash of dwarven and human craft. An old, ancient battlecry in the old, forgotten tongue of the first High Kings rises to his lips. Immortal Earth, the mother of all their kind.
Two orcs step toward Snorri, attempting to take out the obvious battle commander. Their scimitars arcing toward him.
One missing completely with his wild blow, the other blow being deflected off of Snorri's armor.
Three of the orcs move to protect their commander, forming a wall of scale mail in front of the drow.
The drow himself draws upon magical energies, tracing patters in the air with his hands. His form seems to shake for a moment, and suddenly he is three drow, each mirroring his actions.
The orc in the southwest entrance fires his crossbow at Glenda.
Glenda steps up next to Snorri to assist him in fighting the orcs. She keeps her shield up and to her left as she swings her warhammer high to the right (against the orc in front of Snorri). She focuses on battering the orc's weapon to open his guard for one of Snorri's strikes.
As the dwarfs charge forward Dasur runs alongside them, albeit 5 foot higher than the rest. The orcs crash into Glenda and Snorri, but will soon learn it was a mistake to ignore the dwarf with the walking stick.
The wizard reaches into his spell component pouch and casts a handful of beautiful sand into their faces, completing the arcane ritual with words of power. "ແກ້ວປະເສີດທີ່ສ່ອງແສງສະຫວ່າງໃນຊ້ໍາ"
A blinding phantasmagoria of colors erupts from the sand- to the dwarfs it is reminiscent of watching the sun set from atop the battlements of a Sky Citadel. To the orcs, it is probably what they imagine the demons of the Abyss to look like.
Completely shifting to a crimson coloring once Snorri bellows his battle cry. Bloodlust sings though Regnir. The overwhelming need to kill the long enemies of his kind consumes him. Why should they live. They have no honor, they are nothing but wasted life. He is trapped in the child's mind and those orc's are free to do as they please. That cannot be tolerated.
Growling and rushing forward. Leaving scattered crimson droplets behind him. Getting in close with one of the orcs and slamming right into his chosen victim.
Grinning at Snorri's yell. This is what Nalnera had been looking for though she did not know it at the time. Not a fight on her own, desperate to avoid death but a battle with allies against the plague of her her people. Looking around and then rushing towards the orc off to the side.
The effectiveness of Dasur's spell surprises Snorri positively as he rises his axe to strike at the bestial thing with a roar.
Dagmar double-moves to get into the cavern.
The two northernmost orcs move in and launch bolts from their crossbows at Dasur.
The drow captain commands his orc guards Short tentacles and they gather around him. He traces fiery symbols into the air and then pushes them away. A bolt of fire lances out at Regnir.
Nalnera's orc reloads and launches another bolt at her.
Begin Round 2
Round 2
A wet thump concludes the sound of a bolt singing thorugh the air, followed by a cry of pained surprise from Dasur.
The quivering shaft is lodged firmly in the far right side of his gut, where he reflexively clutches it. "The air betrays us, carrying their bolts true! Beware its blasted machinations, trust in the stone!"
He grabs a handful of iron powder from his spell component pouch and tosses it over their future king. "ພະລັງງານໃນລະດັບຄວາມສູງ, ພະລັງງານຢູ່ໃນຫຼາຍ. ການຂະຫຍາຍຕົວແບບຟອມຂອງທ່ານແລະຮູ້ວ່າພະລັງງານນີ້"
Dasur steps back along the ledge as he finishes the long incantation, both to give him space to grow and to use the enlarged dwarf as cover.
A weird feeling in the stomach as Dasur's spell enlarges him, Snorri calls upon his own well of magic, attempting to overwhelm the drow's mind. "Is it through spells you wish to fight? Hypnè, phratrè tou Thànatou!"
He then steps forward towards the foes, shielding his friends from harm.
Glenda shifts to provide support for Snorri, and lashes out with her Dammerhall warhammer at the black orc between them.
(probably miss)
Flinching at the shrill scream that Regnir lets out as he vanishes in a blast of light. But it is silent in her head. Regnir did not come back to her. Turning and lashing out at the orc in front of her. Heedless, or perhapse due to, the tears streaming down her cheeks. Kill the orc and then the drow!
Wanting to ensure the orc reinforcements are taken out before the drow can call for more aid, Dagmar heads to the 2 upper crossbow orcs releasing a gout of fire from her palms.
Whatever foul demon these creatures worship must be smiling on them. The orcs guarding the drow are completely unfazed by Snorri's soporific spell. Dagmar manages to scorch two of them, but only barely.
The drow captain snaps his fingers and encants a magical phrase. Magical energy lances toward Dagmar and Snorri.
Two orcs step in to finish the job on Snorri. This ridiculously massive dwarf has to go.
Dagmar's burned orcs step back, reload, and snap shots at her. Both shots go wild. The orcs are apparently thrown off by fire.
Nalnera's orc continues to fire at her.
Glenda steps in again to help her fallen liege.
Glaring at the Orcs, Dagmar reaches down to assist Glenda in stabilizing Snorri.
She then moves a step southward to assist with the orc harrowing Glenda.
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Gasping at the pain and swinging again.
Gasping at the pain and swinging again.
[dice=battle axe]1d20+4
[dice=damage]1d8+4
Nalnera sinks her axe into the forehead of the orc and he drops like a stone.
Dasur leaps from the ledge he was standing on to move up next to Glenda, taking cover from the crossbow fire behind the giant Snorri. Thick fingers waggle intricate symbols in the air as he opens a connection with the elemental plane of lard.
The wizard finds his spell is cast too late- seconds after orcish scimitars cut into their leige's flesh, the nearest sword suddenly starts spewing grease that smells faintly of roasted pork.
The orc closest to Nalnera drops his scimitar as it squirts from his grasp.
Snorri opens his eyes, pain jolting through his limbs. Immortal Earth, are they tough...
With a silent prayer, he rotates his battleaxee, aiming at the nearest orc's knees, shield up to intercept blows.
Two of the crossbow wielding orcs drop their weapons and move to guard their captain, drawing scimitars along the way.
The orc closest to Dagmar takes a swipe at her, attempting to end her assistance.
The drow captain, having exhausted his battle magic for the day, resorts to drawing his hand crossbow and loading it.
Behind the drow captain, a stone seems to move and somehow Iverna is there. With her tiny dagger she manages a crippling cut against the unsuspecting drow. Unfortunately, it seems like it may not be enough to turn the battle in your favor.
Round 3
Dasur rushes past their battered leige, taking advantage of the opening created by the moving orcs. The wizard huffs and groans as the bolt lodged in his side seems to wiggle its way deeper into his flesh, but he gritted his teeth and pulled forth the brilliannt ruby amulet hanging from his neck.
He could see it in the multi-faceted glory of the trillium cut- this was the moment where prophecy could turn to ruin. A battle between the gods for the fate of the Underdark was being waged through the smallest of players.
He thrusts the ruby towards the orcs and drow, mentally commanding the focus to spill forth arcane power on their foes. An incandescent cone blasts forth to engulf their bodies in horrifically bright light.
Dasur's appeal to destiny finally finds an ear. The drow and his two guard orcs fall to the stone.
Round 3
As the drow and orcs tumble to the ground before him, Dasur finally notices their gnome companion. "Oh, Iverna, hello. How did you get back there? Ah, I suppose it isn't important right now." He shrugs, evocating a pained grunt and clutching his side.
Moving to lunge towards the drow but he collapses and Dagmar is down. Altering her course and lashing out at the orc standing over her.
Glenda steps over the unconscious orc to reach Dagmar and stands over the unconscious woman. She reaches down to tap Dagmar on the forehead and says, "Not yet."