
Nivian |

Wow, that was long, but *nice* story.
Nivian finishes her song and comes over when Elrohir welcomes people to the table.
To Pero:
When Pero finishes, and looks up, he sees Nivian at the table as well, if he hadn't noticed her earlier. I thank you for your story.
As he watches, she takes a knife from the table and cuts a lock from her hair, tying it at the end so that it won't come apart, and offers it to him. Here she says, this will aid you in your journey.
Grants +1 insight bonus on Will saving throws and Craft and Perform checks

Herrnarrell Leafblade |

Pero's tale draws Herrnarrell's attention away from whatever conversations might still be going on around him and he listens enraptured, still facing up with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head. As the story finishes, Herrnarrell looks over at Pero in appreciation, "A fine tale. A bit morbid in its moral, but captivating nonetheless. Are you a storyteller by trade or merely by opportunity?"

Henris Flynn |

Henris feels himself drawn in by the gold elf's tale of the late years of Myth Drannor. A most fascinating story. I'd like to ask him what more he knows of it. Father would have loved stories of Myth Drannor. He feared approaching, however, as his mixed heritage would likely result in a cold reception at best. Still, perhaps he could hear more by staying close by.

Pero Elond - Starym |

Marpenoth 15, 1348. Year of the Spur - the Halfway Inn
Pero grins at Nivian, "It is about time I entertained you for once after all the ballads I have heard you sing".
He turns to Herrnarrell, "Thank you, no, I am no Bard. I was told that my Grandmother was so perhaps some of her latent talent passed down through my blood. The Tel'kiira I wear on my forehead is in her honor, she gave it to my Grandfather who was injured early on in the fighting and evacuated as the city fell. She died in the Weeping War giving others a chance to survive. My Grandfather tells that it went dark after her death.
While the tale may seem morbid, I have always seen it as a symbol of hope. "When I am wanted truly, I shall return. When I am needed truly, I shall return. Peoples, attend me. Look ye upon my work and dare to hope". Those were the Srinshee's final words. Perhaps one day hope shall return to the City of Love though with it falling that hope seems long gone".
Pero notices Henris out of the corner of his eye and addresses him, "You there, have you a tale to tell of the city as well?"

Iym |

Iym meant to ignore the tale; he'd heard and sung it himself countless times. It was ably told, for the brief version. Every word left him wanting to add another and another and make clarifying points. But at least he hadn't told the endless excuses about how the Srinshee or the mages twisted the Art of the Ruling Blade to slay all but she herself. Or how she reduced the Last Heir to a spell-thrall before that. Or the tedious laments for those the blade judged false.
He sat rapt all the same.
"You should not flaunt that tel'kiira," he finally said. "They are few and many would take it from you, whether they could master it or not."

Pero Elond - Starym |

Marpenoth 15, 1348. Year of the Spur - the Halfway Inn
Pero turns to Iym, "Imagine how their God's will react when they discover their follower standing before them for attempting to steal an item of magic whose power has long since faded Cousin ".

Iym |

Marpenoth 15, 1348. Year of the Spur - the Halfway Inn
Pero turns to Iym, "Imagine how their God's will react when they discover their follower standing before them for attempting to steal an item of magic whose power has long since faded Cousin ".
"I can imagine it well, but the thieves would not know that when they took it and may take your last breath for it. Then the People have lost two stars we can ill afford."
He's going to lose his s~*+ when he learns your real name. :)

Pero Elond - Starym |

Marpenoth 15, 1348. Year of the Spur - the Halfway Inn
Pero keeps his face neutral, "I appreciate your concern Cousin but for quite some time and quite many battles against thieves and worse have I been wearing this and I have no intention of removing it now".

Nehama MoonBow |

Sighes wistfully, and comments, her voice soft but able to be heard by all gathered" Just imagine, adventuring there and turns out one of us is worthy? I have little left, but I suppose with the youth I have, I could be talked into such a tale. I suppose that would make me your token priestess, who warns of dangers, and guides you all closer to the glory our kind once held. Though I have no wish to have a noble death, we would be great heroes, our names never forgotten, if we manage to take the city back." She then looks at the group gathered, knowing it was a passing fantasy. Surely none of them would take her up on her offer. It was a crazy, ill thought out plan, and one that plenty of better equipped groups had died over, so why would they be any different?

Iym |

Marpenoth 15, 1348. Year of the Spur - the Halfway Inn
Pero keeps his face neutral, "I appreciate your concern Cousin but for quite some time and quite many battles against thieves and worse have I been wearing this and I have no intention of removing it now".
"I understand completely," Iym said. "I wouldn't yield a kiira easily either. So much could be learned from one..." He trailed off, imagining it all.

Pero Elond - Starym |

Marpenoth 15, 1348. Year of the Spur - the Halfway Inn
Pero eyes Nehama wth interest but says nothing further, I shall have to speak with her after this...
Indeed, Pero is interested in what the elder elves gathered here have to say and what their map may reveal.

Nivian |

Nivian looks at the token still in her hand, unaccepted. Her shift over, she tosses it into the fire on the way to the door, headed to her lake for the night, suddenly tired of elves.
Nehama's idea was interesting, but not enough to keep her there. I'll ask her about it at breakfast she thinks.

Henris Flynn |

Henris shakes his head at Pero's question, relieved that the other gold elf had intervened so he didn't have to answer the question any further. So far, no one's treated me badly, but how long can my luck hold out with that?
Nehama's idea sounds interesting, but he suspected he would be less welcome in such a group than the others present. Besides, he still had to determine if his mother was in the city, or if anyone knew where he could possibly go to find her. Making a decision, he walks back over to his seat at the bar and attempts to wave Myrinn over.
"Pardon, but might you know the whereabouts of either Alara or Viaro Solainin, or perhaps someone related to them?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Nehama MoonBow |

Nehama yawns, and pushes away from the table, stretching a bit. She then states " I will be retiring to my room. I wish you all a good night, and safe travels." And with that she would move off to her room, unless stopped by anyone for any reason.

Sarrissa |

Sarrissa hesitantly joined the cloaked figures at hearing the call about the city of love. She stood transfixed and listened intently at the big gold elf's story of Myth Drannor. She even felt herself begin to clap at it's conclusion.
What did I tell you. Even those that would protect the sacred city turned on it for power and politics. Never before has a greater tragedy befallen the Tel-quessir and never again since.
As the others began to argue or depart, Sarrissa blurted out...
"I long to see the legendary city. Could any of you tell me how to get there?"
Fool child! You must learn your place. You know none of these elves. Why would any dare to aid you? Even if any would, you will not survive the journey. It is fraught with more dangers than you have ever read about, even dreamed about. Things in the city would give your nightmares nightmares and you toy with the notion like a child wanting a new doll. I implore you, please, return home and give up this fantasy before it gets you killed.
You over react Jerr-Dann. I was just asking for directions.

Pero Elond - Starym |

Marpenoth 15, 1348. Year of the Spur - the Halfway Inn
As Sarrissa blurts out Pero cocks his head, Is this what I have been looking for? Are these strangers coming here now a sign?

Herrnarrell Leafblade |

Had this written for the past two hours but apparently never posted it before I got sucked back into work. Oops.
"Though I have no wish to have a noble death, we would be great heroes, our names never forgotten, if we manage to take the city back."
Herrnarrell watches Nehema as she takes her leave, and turns to the remaining group at the table, being sure to include the Gold Elves at the next table as well, "Nehama was right: heroes we would be if we managed to accomplish the impossible. The world - or at least the City - would be ours for the taking, having earned at least that possibility. Who then among us would be fit to rule? Would any of us be worthy, or would we fall to the same trappings of greed and power which consumed the City in the first place? Would we be able to look inside of ourselves, view our flaws and vices with honesty, and turn away from the crown or the Council if there is any doubt about our worthiness? And let us say that we do turn away. Would we leave the City open for the taking or would we then pledge ourselves to its defense, even from those who might want to rule rather than raze?
"I would be interested in attempting to restore the City for no other purpose than for the stories that we would then be able to tell. But the crown? The responsibility of becoming or of choosing a new ruler? It would not be for me."

Iym |

But the crown? The responsibility of becoming or of choosing a new ruler? It would not be for me."[/b]
"Nor I, Labelas preserve me! The City of Love restored would be a wondrous thing, but the cares of a ruler never sleep."

Pero Elond - Starym |

Marpenoth 15, 1348. Year of the Spur - the Halfway Inn
Indeed Pero also has no care for the Blade of Coronal, It is the War Blade I seek, Josidiah... wherever did you go and not return? Much like the Tel'kiira on his forehead, Pero saw the Warblade as his birthrite, a Starym should wield it...

Dragonofashandflame |

Elrohir gives a polite smile as all talk. The others of his company nod along with him. An sorrowful tale, and beautifully told. The City of Love is best remembered in the songs of our People, and not in the dry books and musty whispers of others. The night is drawing to a close.. He motions to his companions. "We have much to think on, this day. Perhaps we can meet again tomorrow evening? We may be of great help to each other.

Pero Elond - Starym |

Marpenoth 15, 1348. Year of the Spur - the Halfway Inn
Pero nods to Elrohir, "Certainly, I plan to be here for the next few days".

Herrnarrell Leafblade |

"I do not mean to invite myself, but if the invitation is open to all of us, I am here every night once I finish the day's work at my forge."

Sarrissa |

Sarrissa looked on with eyes as wide as saucers. She had expected to be laughed at, even insulted because of her remarks. She had not expected others to share her ambitions.
She turned her attention to Herrnarrell. "You mentioned books on Myth Drannor. Would you be in possession of any? If it would not be too much of an intrusion, may I accompany you? I would like to read up on the city tonight."

Herrnarrell Leafblade |

"Hmmm..." Herrnarrell considered carefully. "I don't have any with me - I generally used the library of my mother's Order when I lived in Waterdeep, but we can always ask Myrrin if he knows of a decent one nearby. Actually, I may close down my forge a bit early tomorrow and check it out myself. I haven't left myself much time most days to actually relax, I've barely even made a dent in the book that I did bring with me, but now that I'm actually thinking about it, I'm starting to miss the silence of a library." When it becomes safe to politely do so with the talk of meeting together the next night or if he's being ignored by that group, Herrnarrell excuses himself from the table for a moment to speak to Myrrin about the location of a library before returning to his seat.
No trained knowledge (local), so I didn't roll for it.

Henris Flynn |

"Quite alright, thank you. I'll take a room for the evening, then."

Dragonofashandflame |

The night deepens and the Halfway Inn grows silent as even the most hearty of its patrons finds their beds. Some seek reverie, entering that peaceful meditative trance of contemplation and unity with the world around them. Others drift upon the moonbeams and starlight into the world of dream, nestled in their thick blankets as they sleep. All are silent and unaware of the world around.
Beyond the walls of the inn, owls hoot on silent wings, casting shadows through the moonlight pouring into the travelers' rooms. Somewhere far away, a wolf howls. Another howls further away in answer. A gentle breeze stirs the branches of the pine trees, sending them tap.. tap... tapping against the shutters and walls of the Inn. The shadows stretch across the floor, twisting, bending, and growing into the forms of hulking brutes.
Nivian: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Pero: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Sarissa: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20 add 3 if possessed
Nehama: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Herrnarrell: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Henris: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Iym: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
stealth: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (8) - 2 = 6
and everyone hears them
orcs: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
Nivian: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Pero: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Sarissa: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Nehama: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Herrnarrell: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Henris: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Iym: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 always acts in surprise
Steel grating against leather is all the warning the travelers have to alert them of the attack. But, it is enough warning to roust them from their reverie and dreams and take stock of their danger. Large tusks protrude from over-sized mouths beneath beady red eyes. Their poorly-made breastplates are scarred by battle and covered in soot and dried blood. Orcs! They stalk forward from the the windows, curved blades at the ready to end life!
Round 1 No one surprised (dangit). Order is Herrnarrell, Henris, Sarissa, and Nivian, then Orcs, then everyone else. post your actions, and i'll make a summary post, then the others can act. Feel free to move yourselves around the Inn Map on Roll20 to reflect your actions. Speech, knowledge checks, and generally anything that doesn't affect another character will be considered swift actions. Check with me if you're not sure.

Sarrissa |

Before she even sat up, Sarrissa's fingers were working to summon her shield of magic. Motes of light gathered around her coalescing into a circular shield between her and the invader. She quickly got to her feet and took a few steps toward the corner of the room where she had foolishly left her branched spear leaning. She cursed herself for not taking Jerr-Dann's warnings seriously, and silently began to resent the scolding she would no doubt receive later, assuming she survived the next few moments. She briefly considered summoning her spirit guardian, but it would take much too long for him to heed the call.
Standard Action: cast shield
Move Action: Stand from prone
5-foot step (if possible) to north east corner of the room
AC: 21

Dragonofashandflame |

Before she even sat up, Sarrissa's fingers were working to summon her shield of magic. Motes of light gathered around her coalescing into a circular shield between her and the invader. She quickly got to her feet and took a few steps toward the corner of the room where she had foolishly left her branched spear leaning. She cursed herself for not taking Jerr-Dann's warnings seriously, and silently began to resent the scolding she would no doubt receive later, assuming she survived the next few moments. She briefly considered summoning her spirit guardian, but it would take much too long for him to heed the call.
Standard Action: cast shield
Move Action: Stand from prone
5-foot step (if possible) to north east corner of the room
AC: 21
5 foot step is possible, so if you haven't moved yourself. Move yourself

Pero Elond - Starym |

Halfway Inn
Round 1
Pero rolls out of bed (away from the Orc though I do not seem to have control of my token) and fires an arrow at the intruder.
Longbow Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Longbow Damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Move Action - Roll and Grab Weapon.
Standard Action - Fire!
"You are far too late for dinner but I shall see if tomorrow my friend the owner wishes to sell half priced Orc stew..."

Dragonofashandflame |

Halfway Inn
Round 1
Pero rolls out of bed (away from the Orc though I do not seem to have control of my token) and fires an arrow at the intruder.
Longbow Attack 1d20+2
Longbow Damage 1d8+2Move Action - Roll and Grab Weapon.
Standard Action - Fire!"You are far too late for dinner but I shall see if tomorrow my friend the owner wishes to sell half priced Orc stew..."
you should be able to move him now

Nivian |

Nivian, sensing a threat, walks across the lake to confront an orc, who seems to be coming from the direction of the Inn. She wonders if there are more orcs around and what one is doing here.
She casts gravity bow in preparation for an attack, but then, willing to give any race the benefit of the doubt, asks the Orc what he is doing here. She doesn't want to harm any creature that is non-violent.
What can I help you with, friend?
She makes sure to stay standing far enough out on the water that he can't get within melee range, in case his intentions are dishonorable.

Henris Flynn |

Round 1
Henris leaps out of bed, grabbing and drawing his sword as he shouts, "Orcs attacking!"
Move action: Stand up from prone
Move action: Move to end of bed, drawing sword as I go.

Herrnarrell Leafblade |

A slight grunt and the shifting of armor is all that it takes to rouse Herrnarrell from his reverie, and almost before he even registers the movement, Herrnarrell has rolled out of his bed, grabbing his sword from its resting place, and unsheathed the weapon by the time his feat have hit the floor. This quick succession of movements allows Herrnarrell mere seconds to find and focus on his opponent What in the Nine Hells is an orc doing in here!? Knowing that orcs are generally dull creatures, Herrnarrell casts Daze in the hopes of buying the time required to take the initiative in this fight.
Move to stand and draw his Leafblade, standard to cast Daze - DC 15 will to negate or dazzled for one round (can take no actions).

Dragonofashandflame |

round 1
orcs: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
Nivian: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Pero: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Sarissa: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Nehama: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Herrnarrell: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Henris: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Iym: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 always acts in surprise
So.. i started resolving with the assumption that you'd all be in your respective armors. Then, i realized that you weren't. So... you all ended up sleeping in your respective armors, because that's how you all roll.
A slight grunt and the shifting of armor is all that it takes to rouse Herrnarrell from his reverie, and almost before he even registers the movement, Herrnarrell has rolled out of his bed, grabbing his sword from its resting place, and unsheathed the weapon by the time his feat have hit the floor. This quick succession of movements allows Herrnarrell mere seconds to find and focus on his opponent What in the Nine Hells is an orc doing in here!? Knowing that orcs are generally dull creatures, Herrnarrell casts dazein the hopes of buying the time required to take the initiative in this fight.
DC 15 will save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
Herranrrell speaks the words, and he feels the bits of wool fly from his fingers, forming a thin, invisible web gossamer and dreams. He sees the web fly through the air and wrap about the orc's eyes and ears. The brute stares, dumbstruck mouth open and drooling as visions dance before his eyes.
In another room, the fetid stink of orc sweat fills the air, fouling the room, and stirring Henris from slumber. "Orcs attacking!". Quick as lightning, Henris leaps from his bed in a somersault that puts him at the foot easily out of reach of the intruder. Blade and scabbard flash in a twirl as the bard tumbles free of his covers. moonlight dances on the orc's pitted blade as the brute brings his falchion down onto the bed, causing the bed to erupt in a burst of feathers.
Henris' call carries throughout the Halfway Inn, and Sarissa's eyes burst open. Before she even sits up, Sarrissa's fingers work to summon her shield of magic. Motes of light gather around her coalescing into a circular shield between her and the invader. She quickly gets to her feet and takes a few steps toward the corner of the room where she had foolishly left her branched spear leaning. She curses herself for not taking Jerr-Dann's warnings seriously, and silently begins to resent the scolding she would no doubt receive later, assuming she survives the next few moments. She briefly considers summoning her spirit guardian, but it would take much too long for him to heed the call.
The falchion drops with a powerful force, rebounding off the eldritch field between Sarissa and the brute. The blade quivers against the shield, and the orc steps back, arms numb from the impact. He's startled and dazed, clearly expecting easy prey. But, his shock is only momentary and he grins with wolfish bloodlust. He lifts his falchion, ready to strike once more.
Beyond the walls of the Halfway Inn, Nivian can hear the faint sounds of combat as steel meets steel and Henris' call carries through the shuttered windows even to her ears at the edge of her lake. Sensing a threat, even at her lake, she walks across the water to confront the orc, who seems to be coming from the direction of the Inn. She wonders if there are more orcs around and what one is doing here.
She casts gravity bow in preparation for an attack, and her bow grows heavier in her arms. But then, willing to give any race the benefit of the doubt, asks the Orc what he is doing here. She doesn't want to harm any creature that is non-violent.
"What can I help you with, friend?"
She makes sure to stay standing far enough out on the water that he can't get within melee range, in case his intentions are dishonorable.
The orc grins, showing massive tusks dripping with drool and caked with blood. "Thugak no hurt pretty. Thugak watch pretty. Pretty stay, and Thugak no hurt." He gestures towards her, beckoning her to come forward. But, she spots how tightly he fingers the trigger of his crossbow, and the slight tensing of his arm muscles as he readies to bring it up, and knows his words for the lie they are.
bluff: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1
sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 ya, she's not buying it .. feel free to RP that how you want, Nivian.
Back in the Halfway Inn, Pero rises to Henris' call and rolls off his bed, grabbing at his longbow as he does. He's quick, but the orc is quicker, and feels the brute's blade rake deep across his back, bearing him near to the bone. His life flutters in his eyes, and he feels the Seldarine call his soul to them. But, he is made of sterner stuff than that. He puts arrow to string and pulls back, the fletching tickling his ear as he releases. The keen eyesight of his ancestors guides his bow and the shaft flies true, striking the brute square in the heart. The orc gasps in pain, staggered. But, still, he stands, ready to fight once more!
falchion on Sarissa: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
falchion on Henris: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
falchion on Iym: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 hit
damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 2) + 4 = 8 dying at -1 hp
falchion on Pero: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 3) + 4 = 9
Iym, however, does not fair as well. He remains lost in reverie as the orc approaches. He doesn't hear his assailant as the brute materializes from the shadows. Nor, does the savage's reek assail his nostrils. Likewise, he doesn't feel the blade as it cuts through him, nearly severing his head from his shoulders.
Bottom of round 1: Actions are needed from Nehama and Iym. Iym, you can make a constitution check (DC 11) to stabilize. Also, remember as a diviner, you get that Prescience roll as a free action. It doesn't EXPLICITLY say you need to be conscious to do this (i think.. and, really, i'm ok with rules-lawyering to keep you alive through the first combat).. so y'know. feel free to use that to double your chances with double mint gum
Sarissa: Shield AC 21 for .. awhile
Nivian: gravity bow for.. awhile
Iym: -1 hp and dying. needs to make a DC 11 con check on his turn to see if he stabilizes, else he drops to -2 next round.

Nivian |

Gravity bow lasts one minute per level, so 10 rounds at 1st. This next round will be round one of its effect.
Nivian hears the orc's words, but she can also hear sounds of battle from the Inn, and she sees the orc going for his crossbow... she attacks.
Attack Orc: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Damage Orc: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 3) + 1 = 5 <--gravity bow
Sorry, didn't notice we weren't into the second round until just now, so spoilered my action... we can either drop it in when it is appropriate, or I can roll again at that point if you prefer.

Dragonofashandflame |

Gravity bow lasts one minute per level, so 10 rounds at 1st. This next round will be round one of its effect.
** spoiler omitted **
Sorry, didn't notice we weren't into the second round until just now, so spoilered my action... we can either drop it in when it is appropriate, or I can roll again at that point if you prefer.
ya, that's ok, we'll throw it in when it's appropriate, it's what I did with pero's action.

Nehama MoonBow |

Wakes from reverie confused to the shouting, but when she spots the orc, she understood. She grabs for her thornblade, having nothing else close by, as her other weapons, like her armoer, are packed away nicely, and swings towards the orc closest to her, hopefully ending the threat of it.
thornblade roll: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
try to confirm crit: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
thornblade damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Pero Elond - Starym |

Round 2
Knowing that Orcs are made of stern stuff, Pero draws his blade and finishes off the one he injured.
Full round coup de grace action.

Herrnarrell Leafblade |

Round 2 - Initiative 19
Seeing the orc's eyes glaze over, Herrnarrell rushes in, stabbing low into the orc's side hoping to pierce a critical organ...
attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Herrnarrell misses any vital spots, but easily cuts through the orc's tough skin and feels the lifeblood of the orc flow out over his hand. Ugh. Blood takes forever to wash out of these clothes.

Dragonofashandflame |

Bottom of Round 1
orcs: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
Nivian: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Pero: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Sarissa: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Nehama: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Herrnarrell: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Henris: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Iym: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 always acts in surprise
Nehama wakes from reverie confused to the shouting, but when she spots the orc, she understood. She grabs for her thornblade, having nothing else close by, as her other weapons, like her armor, are packed away nicely, and swings towards the orc closest to her, hopefully ending the threat of it. Her strike is true, and the thornblade runs the orc through to the other side. It gapes, dumbly at her, tusked mouth dripping drool, before it grips the blade in a bare hand and pulls the blade from its chest with a vicious snarl.
End of round 1. Start Round 2. Herrnarrell, Henris, Sarissa, and Nivian up FIRST. Then, Orcs. Then, Nehama, Iym, and Pero.
Aaaaand... since i have Nivian and Herranrrell's actions, I'll resolve their actions, too. herranrrell, you can put yourself where you need in the room.
Seeing the orc's eyes glaze over, Herrnarrell rushes in, stabbing low into the orc's side hoping to pierce a critical organ. But, although his longsword misses any vital spots, but easily cuts through the orc's tough skin and feels the lifeblood of the orc flow out over his hand. Ugh. Blood takes forever to wash out of these clothes. Though the strike is true, and grievous, the brute still stands! The orc snarls in rage as its life spills from the wound and lifts his blade with renewed fury.
At the lake, Nivian hears the orc's words, but she can also hear sounds of battle from the Inn. She sees the orc going for his crossbow and she attacks. Her leaded arrow flies true, piercing the air as a hawk on the wing, and sprouts clear through the orc's neck. It gurgles, gasping for air, as it attempts to roar in brutish fury. Yet, only a strangled gurgling croak only sounds from the hole in its neck!
Sarissa: Shield AC 21 for .. awhile
Nivian: gravity bow for 9/10 rounds
Iym: -2 hp and dying. needs to make a DC 12 con check on his turn to see if he stabilizes, else he drops to -3 next round.

Pero Elond - Starym |

Pero Elond - Starym wrote:its only staggered, not dying. Orcs get frenzy. So, no CDG for you!Round 2
Knowing that Orcs are made of stern stuff, Pero draws his blade and finishes off the one he injured.
Full round coup de grace action.
Ok. I'll react to what HE does then so ignore that post!

Henris Flynn |

"Come, then, foul beast! Let us face each other and see who shall be triumphant!" Henris taunts, as his sword begins to glow with arcane power. He then rushes forward and slashes at the Orc before him.
Swift action: Arcane Strike. Move action: Move to Orc.
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Unfortunately, his swing goes wide in the cramped space of the bedroom.

Sarrissa |

Hopping over the edge of the bed, Sarrissa landed quietly on the floor. She reached out and grabbed the branched spear and turned to face her foe. She drove the tip of the spear towards the orc's gut, but the confines of the room made the strike awkward at best. The butt of the spear knocked against the head of the bed first and then the wall after. It was all she could do to keep her hands on the spear and the blade pointed away from herself. Still, she tried her best to be menacing with the polearm. Somewhere deep in her own subconscious, Jerr-Dann had to be laughing.
Branched Spear, fighting defensively: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 5 - 4 = 2
AC: 23