Beerg takes a step back in preparation for the coming battle, using the wall to his right to limit the chances of being surrounded.
Lets Do this Kraz!!!! Beerg says with a snarl in his voice.
Beerg repositions himself as Nilelane shoots icy rays and manoeuvres her dancing lights.
Jack waits until Nilelane has moved her lights back to illuminate the enemy before he lets another quarrel fly from his crossbow.
Attack:
Damage:
crit:
Sneak:
Jack's bolt hits the lead orc-thing in the thigh, and blood begins streaming from the wound. It roars in pain.
The half-orc shouts at the rest of the creatures and charges forward, engaging Beerg with his greatsword.
Beerg easily deflects the blow, and a shower of dirt and pebbles erupts from the ground where the huge sword strikes.
Beerg bellows back at the half orc in orcish
"You fool! you will not defeat us. Assist us in ridding the evil and you will be spared"
Beerg defelcting the greatsword and sending it flying past his body and into the ground retaliates against his kind.
[dice= Maul] 1d20 + 5
[dice=DAM] 2d6 + 3
Having turned aside the hostile half-orc's blade, Beerg smashes his maul into his opponent's side. The half-orc grunts in pain but readies his blade to strike again.
The furry-looking orc hybrids rush out after their leader, the one that Jack shot in the leg heading for Beerg, the other two engaging Kraz.
Both Beerg and Kraz deftly turn aside their opponents' attacks.
Sorin using the stone for cover moves unseen into flanking position with one of the furry-orcs facing
Even with the advantage of being unseen, Sorin uncharacteristically stumbles on some loose stone causing her balance to be off for the attack.
As she recovers, she says a short prayer to Torm for strength. Strangely, she feels as though her prayer is answered and holy energy begins to course through her. Feeling faster but understanding it will not last long she strikes out again with her quarterstaff.
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Sorin steps back. Her defense set, looks at her staff and her hands holding it for a moment in wonder. Had her god actually answered her prayer?
Kraz roars..
"Death to the rubbish!!"
before swinging his sword in a decapitating arc.
Attacking one of the ones one him.
Jack again moves into a position to capitalize on the enemies weak points. He fires his crossbow at whatever one is still standing (or the one he hit last time if both are still up)
Attack:
Damage:
Kraz swings at one of the furry orcs, and while the creature gets its blade up, its arm collapses under the weight of the blow. Kraz's sword still crashes into its body, and he feels the crunch of cracking bones beneath his weapon.
Sorin leaps out from hiding, flanking the regular half-orc. His chain mail defeats her first blow, but she strikes again, this time at his unarmoured head. The half-orc tries to roll with it, but still wears a solid blow, and staggers beneath it.
Nilane's icy spell attack fires into the ceiling above the combatants, causing a fine mist of icy particles to float down over the melee. Jack fires at his previous target, engaged as it is with Beerg, but the bolt instead hits the half-orc paladin...
...Fortunately, the bolt bounces off Beerg's heavy armour, causing no damage.
The half-orc, apparently the squad leader from the way he is still ordering the others around the battlefield, swings at Beerg with a blinding flurry of blows, benefiting from the distraction that his furry orc-thing ally is providing.
Beerg struggling to comprehend the multiple attacks hes just taken responds straight back with a desperate and wailing swing whilst screaming in pain. ARRRRGHHHHH, have at you!!!!
Beerg's target howls in pain as the maul crushes into his chest.
The furry orc hybrid beside Beerg slashes out at the paladin with his two-handed weapon, trying to drop Beerg before he becomes the target of his maul.
Beerg drops to the ground under the orc-thing's blow.
The other two move to flank Kraz, swinging their blades all the while.
Kraz takes a number of serious blows in the exchange
Kraz feels his wounds burning, more so than normal slashing wounds. A deep weakness sets into this muscles almost immediately.
Sorin sees Beerg collapse and tries to pay the creature back with a whack to the back of the head.
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Following that with a knee to the creature’s back.
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And a kick to the side of the head.
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If the creature drops Sorin will step back behind the stone.
Kraz will use his inspiration to try and make the posion save.
oh well..
Kraz will use his inspiration to try and make the posion save.
1d20 oh well..
S%!$s heating up alright. does my relentless endurance help here?
Save: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Retcon: Beerg sways under the blows from the half-orc in front of him, but his orcish fortitude keeps him on his feet. He feels the burn of poison in his wounds, but doesn't succumb to it.
Kraz despirately tries to drop one of the ones on him.
Kraz lunges ferociously at the wounded creature, and slices it from shoulder to opposite hip. He tries desperately to shake the already dead creature off his blade, and does so, but gives the other creature a momentary opportunity to strike him...
Sorin smashes the half-orc leader with that nearly dropped Beerg with her staff, almost caving in his skull,but like Beerg his orcish blood keeps him on his feet...
However, before the half-orc can spin around to face her, Sorin drives her knee into his back, and feels his spine snaps beneath the blow. The half-orc drops to the ground between Sorin and Beerg, gurgling. She then melts back into the darkness, hiding again behind the rock.
Nilelane's blast of cold energy hits the orc hybrid in the shoulder, and it roars in pain (or at Nilelane's joke?), though the damage seems minimal.
Beerg barely catching his breath after his last swing but seeing the unscathed Orc in front of him, heaves his maul upwards towards its mid region in a ditched attempt to bring it down.
Jack moves so as to have a clear line of sight at the wounded orc and fires at the creature.
Attack:
Damage:
Sneak:
The orc-thing in front of the severely wounded Beerg raises itsgreatsword, the blade poised to deliver a killing blow, but Jack's bolt takes him through the throat, and it drops its sword and falls to the ground with a gurgle.
Beerg, seeing his opponent drop, rushes up next to the staggering Kraz, and brings his maul to bear on the last remaining shaggy orc, crushing it and driving it into the ground.
Beerg walks towards the once leader of the pack and picks up his greatsword. Torm let this serve me well [\b] He collects his thoughts and mumbles under his breath to the corpse [b] This could have been avoided. His heads shakes looking at his kind lifeless on the ground.
Turning back to the group we are going to have to find somewhere to rest or head back to re group. I feel there is far more to these tunnels than we are yet aware off. This orc reffered to another above him... a Kurastan, at least we have a name.
Kraz breathes a sigh of relief when the last one drops..
Pretty hairy there Kraz thinks. Those beaties got me poisoned with something..
For a moment, Sorin stares at her hands holding the quarterstaff. Her got had granted her power. Her faith strengthened beyond measure she comes back from behind the stone when she hears Kraz mention his condition. ”Let’s take a look, see how bad it is. I agree though, we need to find a place to rest. “
Sorin can tell that the poison will indeed run its course given time, but she is unsure of what that time frame is.
The tunnels are silent and black, and lead in every direction.
After searching the bodies of the dead orc-things, Jack looks over the party.
"Well we got pretty beat up in that encounter. Perhaps we should fall back and rest for a bit before continuing. What do you all think?"
Jack rummages through the bodies of the fallen half-orc and his band of shaggy orc-things. All of them were wielding greatswords, the blades coated with the same substance that the first huge, shaggy creature used. The half-orc is wearing a chain shirt, and also has a vial of dark liquid exactly the same as that worn by the big furry beast from the earlier battle (the one that Nilelane attempted to taste!). He also has a small pouched tucked away that holds 10 gp, 14 sp, and 8 cp.
The shaggy-looking orcs all wear hide armour, and wear little but rags beyond that.
Hear me out here crew, but perhaps the Spider lair we were in earlier would be an apt place to rest? Surely these dungeon locals would be fearful of entering there also? We now know its safe where as they would not. Beerg looking at the team for alternative ideas or approval..