Ûk Umberbrand |
Now you die for touching my ride!
naginata,Hatred,mounted: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 21 >>1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
With Tailwind whining like a puppy, Alright Alright, back of the line, Uk dismounts and scolds the wolf, Go get some bandages or a cleric.
fast dismount: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Tailwind withdraws
Craag |
Seeing his opening Craag pushes in close with his shield drops it low and swings over the top with his War Axe taunting them once again taking a step back trying to draw them in.
"Come get me you black hearted beast.
war axe,hatred: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 1 = 10
damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
THE LOREMASTER |
Uk slashes the Orc again, this time across the throat, spilling the contents of its neck to the ground! Craag trades blows with the remaining Orc seeking to lure it to a death similar to its comrade! Tailwind falls back 15 ft, howling in fury and rage, as if to warn the Orcs of their impending doom!
THE LOREMASTER |
Seeing its line crumbling away, the remaining Orc slashes at Uk one last desperate time!
Orc 6 on Uk: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21, Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 4) + 4 = 12
The Orc slashes at Uk cutting a deep gash across the Samurai's throat! It screams to Gruumsh in victory as Uk falls to the ground, bleeding his precious vitae onto the cavern floor!
THE LOREMASTER |
"Moradin!"
The healing energies of Moradin suddenly washes over you all, as Kazunder Lichbane, enters the area.
Mass Cure Serious: 3d8 + 14 ⇒ (2, 7, 8) + 14 = 31.
Healing energies flow into you all. Craag's stomach wound stops bleeding and heals, as does Uk's neck wound, and Tailwinds deep gash! You all stand and eye the stunned Orc.
The power of the First Infantry cannot be denied by such as these!
THE LOREMASTER |
Seeing Dwarves healing from near death all around them, the Orc that slashed at you all only seconds before, as well as many others, begin to falter.
"Gu'un Au'ur!" The commanders orders calling for magic comes expectantly! The deep booming sound of the ancient Dwarven tongue sends courage into you all! Magic Missles, and Fireballs begin to rain down on the breaking Orc tribe!
Ironfist Clan up!
Craag |
Craag feeling his wounds vanish steps up beside Uk with renewed vigor sweeping his foes weapon aside with his shield and swinging his axe twords his foes rib-cage.
"Lets finish this you and I"
War Axe: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
THE LOREMASTER |
The unfortunate attempt at trying to duck under Craag's swing not quite paying off!
The lines left flank is suddenly clear of Orc enemies giving both of you a moments respite.
You watch as the Orc line disintegrates, the creatures stumbling over each other in an attempt to flee! Many are cut down as they turn their backs and run, and many more are destroyed by the magic cast by the First Infantry's Magic Users!
The mighty Cleric Kazunder looks to you both and smiles saying, "You held this flank well you two. A commendation appears to be in order." With that he turns to tend to any other wounded he might be able to assist.
THE LOREMASTER |
He looks at the two of you proudly.
"The left flank was the hardest hit, and you both held the edge of the line beautifully. Commander Hammerhand is sending squads from the individual clans into the tunnels to root out any survivors. The Ironfist Clan will move into the tunnels to the east.
A Dwarf moves up alongside the Sergeant, you both instantly recognize an old childhood friend that neither of you have seen for the last 7 years. Rao Rockborn once again stands with the two of you, your circle of old friends just that much more complete!
Rao Rockborn |
"Uk, Craag. It's good to see you both again."
Both of you recall Rao being imbued with some kind of magic energy growing up. You remember how he had hard times controlling the mystic energy that coursed through him. It would seem that his time within the Wizard's College bore some fruit.
"It would seem that destiny is on the move once again my saman". You don't miss the old term you all used for your tightly nit group of friends when you were all younger. Saman, Shield Brothers. "Moradin gathers us together once again so that we might do his bidding."
Craag |
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Craag grunts "Well since I'm not looking to be in charge my first order as the one in charge is to put Uk in charge that way when he yells orders they enemy wont be able to understand."
Smiling he looks around
"I could get use to being in charge"
Rao Rockborn |
Rao looks at Craag, then to Nunatak, then to Uk and laughs hard!
"The company of Wizards gets old fast. Thank Moradin I'm home. It's good to see you all haven't changed!"
Ûk Umberbrand |
perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Uk urges Tailwind to take a sniff. scent: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
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Craag |
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perception: 1d20 ⇒ 1
"What the hell you all got me looking for. I aint no damn scout. Dats prolly my stupid brother sending me off on a wild goose chase.......
HEY I gots an idea just make noise like we wounded and dieing and something will come that we can beat on eventually."
THE LOREMASTER |
As if on cue, the Orc Leader, having survived the decimation of his forces at the hands of the First, drops from the ceiling. He uses his surpise to trigger a small avalanche of pre prepared boulders blocking off your escape.
"Prisoners. An excellent consolation prize. I only need one of you though, the rest I'll eat." You all don't miss the Orc speaking in perfect Dwarven.
Roll Initiative Ironfist Clan!