The orcs are standing almost in a line in front of the adventurers. They rear back their javelins and make a ranged attack on the party from around 30 feet.
Snarling like a tigresss, Tress slashes at the nearest Orc within reach -- but alas, the opponent is wily enough to dodge.
Silvash attacks with his bow.
Tress's attack misses the orc. It responds with a two-handed swing of it's falchion.
The Orc's fierce blade slices Tress in the shoulder deeply and then he growls in delight.
Round 1
Tress
Orcs
Silvash
Lillyanna
Thaane
Dire wolves
Verrin Kord
Ibrah
Khartelosch
Lilly keeps firing her bow at the orcs.
Thaane lands about 30 feet behind the orcs and takes this opportunity to quickly reload his pistol, both barrels.
One orc attacks Ibrah with a spear.
Piercing his side somewhat shallow.
Another orc launches a javelin at Verrin hoping to skewer him.
Again meeting the sandy floor of the desert.
The last orc charges Khartelosch, falchion swinging wildly.
Penetrating even his protection ward, Khartelosch feels the burning sting of the sharp blade against his flesh.
Both S ilvash and Lilly let arrows fly at their aggressors, slightly missing them.
Thaane fires his pistol at the orc with the spear.
Grazing the arm of Ibrah's opponent, Thaane wonders,
Did they run out of falchions?
The dire wolves hold position, somewhat confused and continue to growl viciously at anyone who is close.
Khartelosch attempts to use his reach weapon to down his charging foe before the orc can reach him.
After the bleeding pig cuts him, Khartelosch backs up five feet and swings again, taunting the orc in his own language "Well done, pig."
One orc attacks Ibrah with a spear.
Piercing his side somewhat shallow.
As the Orc tries to pass Ibrah's glaive to make his attack, Ibrah reflexively swings his blade at the orc
but his swing goes wide and the orc gets through.
Ibrah takes a 5-foot step back, so the orc will have to get by his glaive another time in order to attack him, then he begins shouting advice to his companions. there's an opening there -- watch how he lowers that Falchion -- no, numbskull, not like that -- etc.
As he does so, he glares at the orcs. These must be the ones.
Verrin steps up to the nearest orc and dances his blade around the savages crude falchion.
Verrin thoroughly destroys his opponent by nearly dicing him into pieces.
Ibrah responds to the spear attack with a swing of the glaive that narrowly misses the creature and Khartelosch makes quick work of his attacker dropping him hard to the ground.
One renegade orc, confused by Thaane charges the orc that attacked Ibrah with the rusting blade of the falchion.
He makes a frantic swing and misses the equally confused orc now flanked by Ibrah and his unlikely ally.
Three orcs and four dire wolves remain. The wolves are behind and to the right of the orcs. One orc is flanked by Ibrah and the confused orc.
Snarling, Tress attacks the nearest available Orc, her scimitar flashing in the sunlight.
Silvash shoots an orc preferably one not in melee.
-4 if in melee
Lilly will shoot another arrow at an orc.
"Go foolishly to your maker." Khartelosch says over the orc's remains. He glances around to find the nearest orc threat and moves in to attack it if he can in this round.
Tress slices one of the battling orcs severely.
The orc responds with a swift swing of his falchion.
The orc is confounded by a blow that would seem to strike true being averted by some invisible force.
The charged orc responds to his former ally with an overhead stab of the spear towards him.
Catching him slightly in the shoulder on the way down.
The orc by Khartelosch savagely swings his giant blade around in an attempt to cut him in half.
Missing greatly the orc snarls in anger as the party remains puzzled by the aid of an ape-like monk, an orc who turned on his comrades and an odd human donned in black leather looking more like undeath than life, fighting so fiercely together yet unaquainted.
Lilly's arrow grazes the orc in melee with Khartelosch adding nicely to it's scar collection.
Silvashes arrow goes wide again.
Thaane attempts another shot, this time against the orc in melee with Khartelosch.
It proves to be a mistake as he is much closer to the previous one and the bullet bounces of the rock outcropping some 500 feet behind them.
The dire wolves viciously fight over the two downed orcs impulsively needing to feed their hunger.
"There is little honor in running away, it's true, but there is less honor than dying here for your corpse to feed the scavengers where no one will remember your name."
Khartelosch sees the opening in the orc's defense, takes a five-foot step back and swings his lucerne hammer around for a punishing blow...
... that becomes more of a love tap.
Step up to the pair of orcs next to Ibrah and attempt to down first one then the other if he is lucky enough.
Ibrah continues to give out advice, they are nearly beat -- strike hard and true -- etc.
Seeing Verrin come to attack the orcs, Ibrah circles partially around them to stand opposite Verrin.
Ibrah waits for the right time, feeling luck welling up in him. Lure them out or chase them to me--give me an opening.
Khartelosch and Verrin each make quick work of the warring orcs providing more fodder for the wolves to feed on. One really confused orc remains and he begins to shake his head as if waking up.
Even among the party there are strangers. The dire wolves make quick work of the orc corpses eyeing the adventurers next, lost in a sort of blood frenzy, they begin to circle the party to find the best position for an attack.
The pasty, wet and pungent figure has an air of confidence about him, or maybe just an unconcern for death.
He reloads his pistol quickly and then shoves his hand slightly in the air and says Hello. I am called Thaane.
The orc comes to and decides to make a hasty escape.
Silvash takes a shot at one of the circling wolves.
Hello, Thane. We'll talk when the wolves are dead.
This seems to be a very busy stretch of wilderness
Verrin leaps sword first in to the middle of the wolves to draw their attention and allow the others clear shots and flanking.
The first wolf to make the mistake of approaching Tress is treated to a faceful of scimitar. Tress' expression remains businesslike and cold.
Khartelosch growls at the dire wolves, warning them to stick to the dead prey or become prey themselves.
If they fail to heed his warning, like Tress, he strikes out at the first one to come within reach.
Lily sighs and shoots at a wolf.
When the orcs went down, Ibrah ceased giving advice. [ooc]4 rounds left
Ibrah moves to block the way of the wolves, should they choose to strike, and uses Bit of Luck on himself again.
When the orcs went down, Ibrah ceased giving advice. [ooc]4 rounds left
Ibrah moves to block the way of the wolves, should they choose to strike, and uses Bit of Luck on himself again.
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We would be in round 4 now by my count.
Tress's fierceness is enough to hold the circling wolves at bay for now.
S ilvash, however, launches an arrow into the shoulder of one of the wolves, drawing first blood from what seemed like an imminent confrontation.
Lilly follows that up with an arrow to the neck of another wolf narrowly missing it's main artery, and seriously weakening the beast.
Thaane quickly confirms in his head that he has 24 bullets in his bandolier and two in the pistol before releasing one at the injured wolf.
Taking Lilly's first strike nearer to death.
The wolves begin their orchestrated and instinctual attacks.
One wolf attacks Tress.
plus trip.
Another wolf goes after S ilvash.
The third wounded one gnashes teeth before lashing out at Thaane.
The last one tears after Lilly.
Lilly escapes the maw of the beast while Silvash is not as lucky.
Verrin and Khartelosch deliver rhythmic attacks that fell one of the dire wolves leaving it unconscious and bleeding.