Firbell exchanges a panicked look with Gidma, "Oh no, stay near me girl!" he commands his wolverine. Hearing the others shouting he scrambles to his pack, ripping his shield free and holding it high. Rushing with the other to the kings side, he looks for any extra loose areas of the ceiling, readying his entangle spell to try and shore up the massive stone.
Belvica scratches her head at first not totally sure if its an earthquake or just her hangover but she gets her bearings and grabs Tysa and runs out of the building with the other beasts.
Im alright! Got to get our new friends to safety!
As you gather in the hallway with the King he looks distraught at the earthquake. Everyone follow me! There is a way out!" He dons his armor hastily and grabs a bag. He then darts down the staircase at the end of the hallway. You make your way down...down...down... several staircases. Suddenly you come to hall that seems to have quite a bit of noise coming from it.
Firbell is panting as they reach the hall, Gidma's long tongue likewise lolling out the side of her mouth. He spares a quick glance at their surroundings.
Belvica follows the king with Tysa in her arms.
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"Stay close together! Keep your Sheilds up if ye have em!"
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Firbell responds to the authoritative voice of his King and the Paladin, shield raised high. He tries to move closer to the others to form a sturdy barrier above their heads to guard from falling stone.
It's Firbell and Belvica who see it first. Actually they hear the chanting and wardrums before they see them. Coming up the stairs at the other end of the hallway are orcs dressed in scraggly armor wielding homemade weapons.
ROLL INITIATIVE
Initiative
Initiative
"Time for some fun"!....
Firbell recoils slightly at the sight of the filthy orcs, but then see's the others excitement and bolsters himself.
Initative
"Orcs! foul beasts! FORM RANKS! Shields up front, Ranged in back, Protect the Common Folk, Protect the King!
Thoradin Draws his Warhammer, and moves toward the Frond of the group, putting himself between the on comming Orcs, and anyone who can not protect themselves
Round 1, Init 20, Burning Hands, DC14
Well, lets burn a bit of that fur and dirt off, and see what's under there".
Belvica implementing her Ranger's focus attacks with her short bow
Morg steps forward, keeping step with Sturgiss... raising an open hand towards the approaching foe, yelling...
Knock you out, dark take your sight... mind confused, uncertain plight!
One of the Orcs steps out of the way the other two get caught in the cone of flames that erupt from Firbell's hand.
Belvica's shot bounces off the lead orcs helmet.
The colored lights jump out of Morgs fingers and the orcs are immediately fall over unconscious.
The king moves forward slowly and pokes one of the unconscious orcs with his axe.
Belvica ties them up for interrogation with her rope with their feet tied with their knees bent and tied to their hands behind them. She also disarms them and searches them for documents or anything of value...
Wese cans sees who and wheres they come froms!
Firbell watches in stunned fascination at the havoc he and Morg wrecked upon the nasty Orcs. "Gidma, here." is all he manages to get out as he watches the orcs get searched.
Set up an ambush by the door... I'll act as bait.
Belvica tosses her caltrops in front of the door and readies her battleaxe.
" Sire, Torag decrees we give no Mercy to the Enemies of our people, but we must also do our best to Protect our people, Shall we question on of these beasts, or shall I put them down?
Belvica looks at Spangelheim in a confused manner, "Who be Torag, she not queen, he be king" as she points at the king.
Torag is the Father of Creation, He is the Dwarven God the Forge, Protection, and Strategy. But we will Discuess Torag more later, Ma'am, If you're Willing, bnow is a Time for action!
Firbell and Gidma both ready themselves for when the orcs enter the room.
You see 4 more orcs move around the corner and come into the hallway.
The king responds to Thoradin "By all means, they are brutish and seem to be the cause of the damage."
As the orcs come into the room and trample her caltrops, she attacks the first one through with the focus which shifts damage
Belvica's attacks with subtle flick of her wrist which comes unexpected to the orc putting a hefty gash across its chest.
Feel the tigress' bites!
Morg kneels for stability, firing his crossbow.
Warhammer Attack, Charging
Warhammer Damage
With a roar of rage, at their continued persistance to try and share the same air with his new king, Sturgiss charges the closest one whirling his warhammer about his head.
"For the Deep"!
Noticing that there are more Pressing threats, Thoradin charges the Oncoming Orcs, Screaming a battle cry to Torag
"Let them Taste Dwarven steel, and Break upon our Shields!"
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Dmg (1 handed)
Firbell tries to charge with the others, caught up in the moment. He rips his scimitar from it's sheath as he closes in on the nearest orc.
Gidma charges after him, teeth and claws bared.
The first orc goes down between Belvica and Sturgiss. It's lifeless body crumples to the ground.
Morgs arrow bounces harmlessly off the next orcs helmet and it looks at him enraged. However unfortunately for him, Thoradin's attack cracks him hard in the back. The orc stumbles forward into Firbell's blade and falls to the ground.
Gidma attacks the next orc through the door. Biting at it's ankle she distracts it long enough for the king to get a swing in.
The third Orc is staggering around with blood pouring from multiple wounds. The fourth one seeing the slaughter gives a bloodcurdling scream and swings its broadsword at the closest person.
Still bellowing, Sturgiss steps up, and attempts to achieve a flanking position with his Liege.
Warhammer attack (+2 more if flanking can be achieved)
Warhammer Damage.
Belvica moves to flank with either Firbell or Gidma and lets rip with her battleaxe damage
Her axe slices diagonally upwards from the orc's hip to his shoulder.
Morg reloads and fires into the Orcs.
Firbell can't help a grisly smile from creeping onto his face as they seem to be overwhelming the orcs. The druid shifts 5' to try and achieve flanking against the Orc he's currently facing and tries a slash at the ugly brutes stomach.
Gidma continues her attack at the monsters ankles, teeth flashing in.
Sturgiss' warhammer swings in but the orc's stumbling manages to get out of the way in time.
Belvica's axe catches up with the orc who tried to attack her and digs deep into its flesh. The orc lets out a bellowing roar of pain and clutches at the wound.
Morg' arrow bounces harmlessly off the armor of the orc who doesn't even seem to notice it.
Between Firbell and Gidma the third orc to enter crashes to the ground in a heap.
The king takes another swing at the only orc standing,
And luckily for him, he catches the brute unaware and lands the killing blow.
Sturgiss whirls about in excitement, his breath coming in gasps. God it's good to fight Orcs again. I forgot how much fun in can be.
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testing
dice roll
Firbell stares, incredulous, as the last orc falls. He raises his hands, one still holding the scimitar, before his face and examines his hands, speckled with more than a little orc blood, as if seeing them for the first time. He see's a happy Gidma, contentedly licking blood from her jaws and claws. After a moment the stunned druid looks around, taking stock of their situation.
Belvica flicks the orc blood off of her axe against the wall and wipes it onto her armor.
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