The Return of Myth Drannor: Gestalt, Faerunian Homebrew(ish) (Inactive)

Game Master Thackery Baxter J Thorington

Top of Round 2

"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. The orc reaches up and grabs the blade, grinning wickedly as blood wells up beneath the blade and drips to the floor. He pulls his hand free and drinks the pooled blood from his hand, then he smears the rest of it across his face. For the first time, Henris knows fear.

Across the inn, Sarissa faces her own opponent. Hopping over the edge of the bed, she lands quietly on the floor. She reaches out and grabs the branched spear and turns to face her foe. She drives 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. The warrior snarls and cuts at Sarissa. But, she steps back and easily avoids the blow. Just as twin roars rock the inn, shattering Herranrrell and Nehama's confidence.

At the lake, Nivian dodges a crossbow bolt as it splashes pointlessly in the water.

Frustrated by the lack of maneuverability in the confined space, Sarrissa planted the butt of her spear on the floor of the inn and kicked her feet off of the wall, vaulting onto the bed and out of the orc's reach. With more room to wield the branched spear, she thrust it downward and into the orc's thigh. If she didn't kill the savage, she at least wanted to maim it so she could escape the room and see to the others. The roars seemed to shake the very walls of the inn and she began to fear the worst.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Branch Spear, fighting defensively: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 5 - 4 = 17
Piercing damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

AC: 23

Round 2

As the Orc charges at Pero and misses, he is forced to abandon his advantage with the bow and draws his longsword to attack in a vicious upward chop with both hands!

Longsword Attack - 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

However, the elf proves just as unable to connect as his foes does.

Move Action - Draw Weapon.
Standard Action Attack.

I'll assume that his attack against me is a miss based on what you note above?

I take it I'm shaken from some affect, but I'm unsure what I need to roll to overcome that.

Nehama backs away from the snaring beast, bumping against her closed door. She swings, unsure it would do any good, and her weapon misses the mark as she fights defensively against the door frame

1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1

I take it I'm shaken from some affect, but I'm unsure what I need to roll to overcome that.

Nehama backs away from the snaring beast, bumping against her closed door. She swings, unsure it would do any good, and her weapon misses the mark as she fights defensively against the door frame

1d20-2

the orc intimidated Nehama.. She;s not frightend, though.. so, if that changes your action, you can redo now.

[spoiler=Iym's stablization rolls, because im silly and forgot to say "who was up"]
DC 12 conc check: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12 Success!!! stabile!
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Round 3 (I saw your top of round two resolves and the orc actions, then the three from bottom of round 2. For future reference, are we waiting for anything from you or are we just automatically rolling over into the next round once the opponent's turns are completed?

Not phased at all by the orc's blustering, Herrnarrell paused for a moment, channeling arcane energy into his leafblade, before thrusting with all of his might into a gap in the orc's armor.

Swift - Arcane pool - +1 to chosen weapon for one minute. 5/6 remaining.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 Crit!
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 Crit confirmed with a second crit. Because why not?
2d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2) + 4 = 10
9/10 rounds remaining for Arcane Pool bonus.

After dodging the crossbow bolt, Nivian attacked the orc again, wondering what was going on in town.

Attack Orc: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Damage Orc: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 6) + 1 = 11 (with Gravity Bow--8/10 rounds to go)

Round 3 (I saw your top of round two resolves and the orc actions, then the three from bottom of round 2. For future reference, are we waiting for anything from you or are we just automatically rolling over into the next round once the opponent's turns are completed?

Not phased at all by the orc's blustering, Herrnarrell paused for a moment, channeling arcane energy into his leafblade, before thrusting with all of his might into a gap in the orc's armor.

Swift - Arcane pool - +1 to chosen weapon for one minute. 5/6 remaining.
1d20+6 Crit!
1d20+6 Crit confirmed with a second crit. Because why not?
2d4+4
9/10 rounds remaining for Arcane Pool bonus.

I prefer you wait till everything's resolved, just in case things are invalidated when i resolve

Bottom of Round 2

Sorry about the confusion folks!

Nehama backs away from the snaring beast, bumping against her closed door. She swings, unsure it would do any good, and her weapon misses the mark as she fights defensively against the door frame. The orc laughs at her strike. "Weak elf! Your meat taste good!" He laughs again and licks his chops, drool drips onto the floor.

In the greatroom next to hers, Pero realizes his predicament. He's too close to the beast to attack, and there isn't enough room for him to step away and let fly his bow. He switches tactics. As the Orc charges at Pero and misses, he is forced to abandon his advantage with the bow and draws his longsword to attack in a vicious upward chop with both hands! Yet, it does nothing for him, and the blow cuts only the brute's topknot. "HA! Weak elf! You make good slave!" The orc chortles and readies his axe for another strike.

Deep in his own room, unconscious to the madness assailing the Inn, Iym's blood spills across the floor. But, he is made of sterner stuff, his ancestors call out to him to fight back the call of death, to stand and face these monsters that despoil their ancestral homelands! The bleeding stops, and he takes a steadying breath. He's unconscious, but stable! yay!

Round 3!!!! I'll resolve Sarrissa, Nivian, and Herranrrell now since i have their actions
Herranrrell collects himself, despite the orc's savage fury and blustering. He pauses for a moment, channeling arcane energy into his leafblade, before thrusting with all of his might into a gap in the orc's armor. The blade strikes true! The elf magus feels his blade slide quick and deep into the orc's chest, beneath the gap where its breastplate met the hide about its hips. Blood bursts from the orc's mouth, as it works soundlessly. Mute shock gives way to furious rage, however, and it pulls itself along the blade towards Herranrrell, axe lifted to strike.

Across the hall from Herranrrell, Sarissa presses the attack on her own would-be assassin. Frustrated by the lack of maneuverability in the confined space, Sarrissa plants the butt of her spear on the floor of the inn and kicks her feet off of the wall, vaulting onto the bed and out of the orc's reach. With more room to wield the branched spear, she thrusts it downward and into the orc's thigh. If she doesn't kill the savage, she at least wants to maim it so she can escape the room and see to the others. The roars seemed to shake the very walls of the inn and she begins to fear the worst. But! the worst has not yet come! Not for her, nor any of the others! Her leaf blade slides quick and deep into the savage's thigh, tearing meat and shattering bone with its barbs. She pulls her spear free and blood drips freely from the wound, pooling about the brute's feet, and staining the wooden floors a deep oily black.

Outside the inn, Nivian readies her bow and fires again. Another arrow flies true, carried by the might of her enspelled bow. The arrow pierces the brute's chest, parting tanned hide and orc flesh alike with perfect ease. The orc steps back from the force of the strike. Then, his hand grips the shaft and snaps it off, tossing the ruined arrow into the water.

Middle? of Round 3: Henris UP! then, orcs, then Nehama, Pero, and if someone can cure him, Iym.
Oh! if you guys need to make a save based on something a monster does (like a will save vs a fear spell) i'll handle the saves. it'[s easier than waiting for you guys

Henris feels fear from the Orc, and his first thought is to perhaps run. He takes the first step Instead, he remembers all the stories about heroes who fought through their fear to stand against foul beasts and monsters, and never gave up no matter the odds.

Besides, his sister always said he had more balls than sense.

"I do not fear you, beast! I will stand against you, and I will be triumphant!"

Adopting a defensive stance, Henris sets himself, preparing for the orc's follow-up stroke.

5-foot step back, total defense. AC is 21.

Middle of round 3

Henris feels fear from the Orc, and his first thought is to perhaps run. He takes the first step Instead, he remembers all the stories about heroes who fought through their fear to stand against foul beasts and monsters, and never gave up no matter the odds.

Besides, his sister always said he had more balls than sense.

"I do not fear you, beast! I will stand against you, and I will be triumphant!"

Adopting a defensive stance, Henris sets himself, preparing for the orc's follow-up stroke.

Hur hur hur! The brute laughs and strikes with a wicked overhand chop. Just in time, Henris brings his own blade up to catch the orc's steel in a jarring clang that sends pins and needles up his arm and leave his hand frightfully numb.

In Sarissa's room, blood spurts from the orc's wound as he stumbles forward to attack. Slowly, its ruined leg trailing behind him, it clambers onto the bed, gnashing its teeth and great tusks it steadies itself on the soft mattress, ready to strike!

Across the room, Herrannrrell's foe shambles forward, blade raised in shaky, blood-slicked fists. Its arms quiver in the air, and the light of madness flickers in its eyes. Though it clearly seeks the elf's death, he cannot muster the strength to strike, and he stands gasping for air, willing himself to stay alive to fight. Herranrrell is certain of but one thing: the brute is not long for this world.

In the room next to Herranrrell, Pero faces his own quarry. The orc bellows a mighty roar and digs his hand into the gaping wound in his side. Pulling it free, he coats his face in blood and licks the hand clean. Then he roars again, spraying blood-flecked spittle everywhere. It's an intimidating display, all the more so because it showed how little the orc cared for life, even his own. The brute only craved death and destruction of all things, including himself! Pero felt his blood run cold at this realization. There was no reasoning with this creature, and no hope for peace. The orc would not rest until one of them was dead. Even then, it had to be the orc. For, if the orc lived, he would continue on to slaughter countless others.

At the water's edge, the orc lifts its crossbow one more time and fires. The bolt flies with deadly accuracy, ripping through Nivian's belly, and leaving her sorely wounded. But, it was all the strength the brute had left in him. He gurgles one last time as blood trickles from the hole in his ruined throat, the crossbow dropping to the ground. The mad, fiendish light fades from his eyes, and the orc collapses beside the water's edge, dead.

Round 3

Pero has never known fear such as this before, without the aid of his patrol, alone and taken unawares in Reverie, this is about as bad as it can get.

Still, the Orc has miscalculated, Pero's House faced down Demons and he shall face down this foe. He focuses on the knowledge of this blade, how long it has been at his side, how he knows just what to do. Bringing his sword up he thrusts once more, nor bravado, just a desperate two handed swing to save his own life.

Move Action - Martial Flexibility - Weapon Focus

Longsword Attack 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 - 2 + 1 = 13
Longsword Damage 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Growls and strikes at the beast close to her, after hearing the battle of her companions around her. Perhaps not all hope is lost.

Swing the blade: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 = 18
crit confirm even if shaken?: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17
just take away 1d6+1 if not able to crit: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 71d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Bottom of Round 3

Pero has never known fear such as this before, without the aid of his patrol, alone and taken unawares in Reverie, this is about as bad as it can get.

Still, the Orc has miscalculated, Pero's House faced down Demons and he shall face down this foe. He focuses on the knowledge of this blade, how long it has been at his side, how he knows just what to do. Bringing his sword up he thrusts once more, nor bravado, just a desperate two handed swing to save his own life.

the blade connects with the orc's neck. There's a bit of resistance as the blade cuts deep into the flesh and bone. Then, nothing as the orc's head sails across the room to thump uselessly against the far wall.

In her own room, Nehama grits her teeth, and thrusts up with the blade. It cleanly enters up through he orc's belly, despite the layers of hide he wears. She gives a good thrust again and a twist, then pulls the blade free. The orc gurgles again and then collapses to the floor. Dead.

Top of round 4: Henris, Herranrrell, Nivian, and Sarissa UP. Then, orcs. Then Pero and Nehama

Henris again steps back from the orc, further bating it, before he has an idea. Speaking arcane words, he weaves an enchantment into the orc's mind, hopefully causing it to burst out into laughter.

5-foot step, casting hideous laughter (DC 15 will save).

While the orc continues to struggle through sheer ferocity, Herrnarrell can see it begin to slow down, begin to get weaker... begin to succumb to its wounds. Herrnarrell takes a short step backwards and attempts to let its wounds do their work without interference, but not letting his guard down.

Move: Five foot step away from the orc. Ready action to attack again if it follows me.

After a moment's thought, with the adrenaline of the battle ebbing away, Herrnarrell decides to phish for information, in Orcish "Orc, before you die, tell me: Who organized this assault? Who stands to profit from my death?"

Nivian, bleeding profusely, casts Cure Light Wounds on herself:

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

She is restored to health, and walks to shore to see if the Orc is carrying any clues to this strange attack.

As the orc stepped onto the bed, Sarrissa stepped off and away. The polearm needed room to dance and she would not be the one to restrain it. The spear pulled back and lunged forward again. This time it went higher, aiming for the orc's belly.

Branched Spear, fighting defensively: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 5 - 4 = 15
Piercing damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

AC: 23

Top of round 4

While the orc continues to struggle through sheer ferocity, Herrnarrell can see it begin to slow down, begin to get weaker... begin to succumb to its wounds. Herrnarrell takes a short step backwards and attempts to let its wounds do their work without interference, but not letting his guard down. The orc sneers and steps forward again.

After a moment's thought, with the adrenaline of the battle ebbing away, Herrnarrell decides to phish for information, in Orcish "Orc, before you die, tell me: Who organized this assault? Who stands to profit from my death?"

The brute laughs as it wheezes for air. "The Dark Voice spoke to Gortur's tribe. The Dark Voice promised Gortur's tribe meat and power!" He takes one more lurching step and then collapses to the floor, dead.

Across the hall, Sarissa squares off one final time against her foe. As the orc steps onto the bed, she steps off and away. The polearm needs room to dance and she will not be the one to restrain it. The spear pulls back and lunges forward again. This time it went higher, aiming for the orc's belly. It runs right through the orc's chest. The brute twitches on the shaft, and then slumps forward. The light fades from his eyes as he finally dies.

In the room beside hers, Henris mutters a few words and then makes a lewd gesture. His foe stares dumbly for a second. Then, it doubles over into peels of uncontrollable laughter. The laughter fills the inn and carries to the lake.

Nivian mutters a few arcane words and scoops at the water of the lake. LIke a thing alive, the lake water arcs up onto her hand and flows over her wounds with a pale glow. The water fills her wounds, knitting her wounded flesh together and restoring her health.

Sighs, having escaped death. However, hearing possible more battle, she moves out of her room, and tries the door across the hall from her, checking on the others

I think that is two movements, so i'm done.

Round 4

Pero grabs his bow once more and steps into the hallway. I doubt this was isolated to just me.

He walks until he sees an Orc and fires at it, no questions asked.

Readied Action Fire Bow - 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 - Damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5.

Can't see the map at work

Bottom of Round 4

Nehama sighs, having escpaed death. However, hearing the sounds of more battle, she runs across the hall to the door across from her, checking for more survivors. As she runs across the hall, she spots a lone orc stomping down the hall towards the stairs. But, seeing that Pero has it well in hand, she continues on down the small corridor towards the sound of riotous laughter. Took some liberties here, and made it a run, not a double-move She bursts the door open and sees Henris standing before a chortling orc.

Pero, having rushed from the room with bow in hand, turns on his heel and looses his arrow as soon as he spots a charging orc. The arrow flies through the air with perfect accuracy, and lodges in the brute's chest.

End of Round 4. Start round 5. Henris, Herranrrell, Nivian, and Sarissa UP. Then, orcs, then Pero and Nehama

Nivian hears the sounds of crazed orc laughter coming from the Inn and knows she has to go check and help in the fight, if there is one. First though, she checks him for anything valuable or informative

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

and then rolls him into the water to boost the lake's ecosystem.

Not sure how long that takes. Gravity bow down to 6/10 this round, and maybe lower if that takes two rounds, or whatever.

With the orc collapsing into a pool of it's own blood, Sarrissa darted past it and into the hallway. Every second counted if the tavern was still under assault so she left the rest of her belongings and headed out of her room. In the hallway, she encountered another of the elves from the night before. She appeared no worse for wear so with a quick nod to her, she continued on farther down the hallway.

Double move

Round 5

Herrnarrell shakes his head as the orc falls over and mutters to himself as he makes his way out of the room, Damn, dirty orc. Herrnarrell rushes into the room across the hall assuming that where there's one orc, there's many, and spots Iym sprawled out on the bed, beathing shallowly, but breathing. Knowing that he can do nothing immediately for the wounded elf but seeing no orc body, Herrnarrell rushes back out of the room, yelling as loud as his voice will go, "IYM IS WOUNDED BADLY! I NEED A CLERIC!"

Move action to go into Iym's room, second move action to leave Iym's room.
7/10 rounds remaining for +1/+1 Arcane Pool bonus.

As the Orc falls down laughing, Henris breathes a sigh of relief that the threat is down for at least a brief time. Hearing the door burst open behind him, he recognizes one of the Elves from the common room. "Good timing. Let's get him while he's down."

Henris's blade then glows with arcane power as he moves forward to slay the prone Orc.

Attack, Prone: 1d20 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 4 = 9

Unfortunately, his foot slips on some blankets on the floor, and he fails to accomplish his goal.

Swift: Arcane Strike. Move: Move to Orc. Standard: Attack.

Top of Round 5

Herrnarrell shakes his head as the orc falls over and mutters to himself as he makes his way out of the room, Damn, dirty orc. Herrnarrell rushes into the room across the hall assuming that where there's one orc, there's many, and spots Iym sprawled out on the bed, beathing shallowly, but breathing. Knowing that he can do nothing immediately for the wounded elf but seeing no orc body, Herrnarrell rushes back out of the room, yelling as loud as his voice will go, "IYM IS WOUNDED BADLY! I NEED A CLERIC!"

His cry sounds throughout the inn, as Sarissa turns from her fallen foe. With the orc collapsing into a pool of it's own blood, Sarrissa darts past it and into the hallway. Every second counts if the tavern iwas still under assault so she leaves the rest of her belongings and heads out of her room. In the hallway, she encounters another of the elves from the night before. She appeareds no worse for wear so with a quick nod to her, Sarissa continues on farther down the hallway. She spots a brutish orc advancing on Pero further down the hall, though the savage is gravely wounded.

The brute levels his crossbow at Pero and fires. But blood slicks his fingers and his aim is thrown wide. The bolt lands well above the elf's head, and the orc frantically tries to reload his weapon before Pero can strike next.

In his chambers, Henris breathes a sigh of relief that the threat is down for at least a brief time as the orc falls over laughing. Hearing the door burst open behind him, he recognizes one of the Elves from the common room. "Good timing. Let's get him while he's down."

Henris's blade then glows with arcane power as he moves forward to slay the prone Orc. The brute's mad giggles kick his descending blade away at the last moment, spoiling his strike. The laughter continues as the brute slowly rises, chortling evilly to boldly stare Henris in the eye.

Out at her pool, Nivian quickly searches the corpse. She finds nothing of value, not even gold. But, she finds a carving on the savage's chest: a toothed maw encircled by a snake. The wound is fresh and still weeps blood. From the inn, she can still hear the mad din of battle.. and laughter?

Bottom of Round 5. Nehama, Pero and Iym (if someone can cure him) UP

Having burst into the room with Henris, she would step up and take a swing at the massive brute, hoping to finish this as quick as she had finished her. " You shall begone foul beast!

swing to hit: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
not sure if that hits but: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Attack of Opportunity, Prone: 1d20 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 4 = 26
Damage, Arcane Strike: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8

Fina-friggin-lly!

Bottom of Round 5

You shall begone, foul beast! Nehama calls out as she rushes into the room and leaps atop the bed. Together, Nehama and Henris back the orc into a corner. The brute casts about wildly, snarling in rage and pounding its bloodied chest with his fist. It's a savage attempt to intimidate the others, but the elves have the advantage. They strike, and orcish blood spills onto the floorboards once more. Stubbornly, the brute stands, although his breath grows ragged and pained, and the light of mad fury begins to flicker in his eyes.

End round 5./ Start Round 6. Herranrrell, Henris, Sarissa, and Nivian UP.

Nivian moves cautiously toward the inn, keeping an eye out for more orcs.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Double move if she doesn't see any orcs. Gravity Bow down to 5/10 this round. Moved icon, but just an approximation since there isn't a grid on the open ground. Feel free to adjust as needed.

Round 6

Herrnarrell sees a single orc, badly wounded, stumbling further down the hall towards the stairs and rushes towards it while its back is turned, using his momentum to drive the short blade deep into the monster's back.

Charge Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 23
damage: 1d4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4

6/10 rounds remaining for +1/+1 Arcane Pool bonus.

Following the shouts calling for a cleric, Sarrissa turned left at the intersection and proceeded to where Herrnarrell had come from. She glanced into the first room she passed but saw no bodies so she continued up the hallway. She stopped at the doorway to the next room and saw the unconscious body of an elf laying on the bed. She took a few steps into the room before freezing in place and started looking around, making sure the room was clear of any immediate threats.

Double Move

Now with assistance, Henris feels now is the time to finish him. Bringing his sword down in a slant from the right shoulder, pulsing arcane power through it, hoping this finishes the beast.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Unfortunately, he rather misses the mark.

Round 5

Pero, pauses and fires at the Orc. Move Action - Weapon Focus Longbow. Martial Flexibility.

Longbow 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 = 9
Longbow Damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

And misses.

Round 6

He curses and fires at him once more.

Longbow 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 = 9
Longbow Damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

His curses become ever more obscene...

Roll 20 is down, I am going to assume the one I was firing at is still up. I'll make my Round 5 and 6 attacks. Hmmm, seems like a dice roller error if I've ever seen one...

Round 6

Following the shouts calling for a cleric, Sarrissa turns left at the intersection and proceeds to where Herrnarrell had come from. She glances into the first room she passes but sees no bodies so she continues up the hallway. She stops at the doorway to the next room and sees the unconscious body of an elf laying on the bed. She takes a few steps into the room before freezing in place and starts looking around, making sure the room is clear of any immediate threats.

Inside, the elves each shoot at the remianing orcs, although, only Herranrrell's Nivian rushes towards the inn from her pond, as the elves inside strike at the brutes one final time. Herranrrell and Pero both fire at the the orc inside the hall. The orc dodges Per twin arrows, but it catches Herranrrell's arrow in its back. More blood trickles from its savage maw. The orcs strike back, but their wicked curved blades cut only the wooden walls.

Sorry about skipping you, Pero, did you and your next action, too.. because I keep forgetting you.
Bottom of Round 6. Now, Nehama is up!

Stepping to place the beast between her and Henris, Nehama takes a swing, hoping the beast caught between the two will be off guard and let her finish the fight.

Trying to kill it: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6

Bottom of Round 7

Nehama swings and misses, as the orc backs away into the wall.

[ooc]Round 7 Starts. Herrnarrell, Sarissa, Nivian, Henris UP..

Nivian moves closer to the entrance to the inn with her bow ready, still keeping an eye open for orcs.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Another double move unless I run into something sooner. I'm right at the entrance on the map, but of course if I didn't make it that far, let me know. Gravity bow goes down to 4/10.

Not spotting any immediate threats in the room, Sarrissa strode forward towards Iym's unconscious form. She knelt down beside the body, leaning on her spear for balance and placed one hand on his chest. Feeling the shallow rise and fall of his breathing, she summoned positive energy into herself and let it flow out through her hand and into the elven man's body. As his eyes fluttered open, she smiled.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Muttering about how his mother would not be pleased at how much difficulty he'd had fighting this orc, Henris again sends a pulse of arcane energy through his sword as he strikes at the orc.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Damage, Arcane Strike: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 = 12

Round 7

Pero drops his bow as the Orcs have closed in on him.

His elven blade practically sings out of its scabbard as swings it at the Orc threatening him.

Longsword Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Longsword Damage (double handed!) 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Move Action Draw Sword. Standard Action, attack. Man I need quick draw, too bad I won't be able to get it for some time!

It's ok to miss my turn as long as you don't hit me with any nasty, nasty Orcish axes! This group of Orcish invaders isn't exactly the Bleeding Storm from a combat prowess stand point

Round 7

Herrnarrell jumps away from the orc as it powers through the deep wound in its back and decides a different tactic might be necessary to finally bring the beast down. Pulling a small piece of wool lint out of his component pouch, Herrnarrell whispers a single word before blowing the wool at the orcs back, waiting for the spell to take effect.

Move action: Five foot step away from the orc. Standard action: Cast Daze, DC 15 Will vs loss of action for 1 round
5/10 rounds remaining for +1/+1 Arcane Pool bonus.

Top of Round 7

Herrnarrell jumps away from the orc as it powers through the deep wound in its back and decides a different tactic might be necessary to finally bring the beast down. Pulling a small piece of wool lint out of his component pouch, Herrnarrell whispers a single word before blowing the wool at the orcs back, waiting for the spell to take effect. The lint bursts to light, sending sparks and smoke up into the brute's face. He curses in orcish and scrabbles at his eyes, trying to clear them from the offending magic. Pero takes the moment to aim and fire, but the shaft misses, as smoke begins to billow from the stairs below, spoiling his view.

Further down the hall, Henris calls upon his innate training, centering his power and skill in his blade. The steel thrums with arcane energy, and the with a quick slice, Henris relieves the orc of his head, sending the brute to the floor with two separate thumps.

In Iym's room, Sarissa calls upon her sacred connection to the spirit world. Her hands take on a luminous glow, almost as though another set of ghostly hands covered her own. That same ethereal light surrounds Iym's prone form. Some of it enters Iym's wounds, and they quickly heal. In moments the once dying elf is awake and whole!

Outside, Nivian rushes towards the front of the inn. The common room is a scene in chaos. Orcs and rough-clad humans brigands swing axes and falchion at elf barmaids bearing curveblades and longswords. The elf lasses spin and twirl about the room, pivoting this way and that like dancers on a stage. But, they are growing tired, and cuts sprout upon their arms and legs with increasing ease. Fire licks at the legs of tables and chairs throughout the common room, and smoke billows from the kitchen in a black could, filling the air with choking fumes. The ale barrels behind the counters have all been burst, and the floors are covered in an inch of alcohol.

In the center of the room stands a hulking figure in black plate armor and a tattered black cloak. The figure seems to eat at the light of the room, creating a nimbus of perpetual gloom about him. The man turns, and she can see Myrrin in the man's grasp, being lifted above the water.

"Where?! Tell me! Where are they!? We know they came here!" His voice is hollow, echoing. It is emotionless, and yet it carries unspeakable rage and hatred for all life. Nivian sees him and knows, instantly, that to face him, even for a moment, is to face death. Indeed, Myrrin's body looks slightly wasted and gray, as though the life were somehow being drawn out of him. The innkeeper looks at her for a moment, hiding the motion as a mere reaction to the curtains that suddenly explode into flames, and the meaning is clear: Run.
Everyone's currently occupied with killing everyone else. If she wants to sneak across the room, she can do so with a +15 bonus because of the smoke, noise, and general chaos in the room. I took some liberties, and moved her to the front of the inn, instead of by the well

Bottom of Round 7. Nehama and IYM (FINALLY) UP!!!! WOOHOO!!

Smiles swiftly at Henris, then looks about. Seeing no other orcs, she would look out, then shout out " FIRE! GRAB AND GO!" She would then try to gather her armor and her pack, thankful she was a light traveler. She however paused, unsure if she should help anyone else escape, but trusted her warning would be heard enough for all to leave. Unfortunately, the only way out for any of them would be from their room windows, unless someone knew something she didn't

Iym rose in a rush, "What in the names of the Seldarine just-" He stopped and took a breath to collect himself. "My thanks," he told Sarissa. "It sounds like there's trouble below."

With that, Iym produced his harp and began strumming an ancient ballad as he started toward the noise.

Inspire courage.

Bottom of Round 7

Nehama smiles swiftly at Henris, then looks about. Seeing no other orcs, she looks around, then shouts out " FIRE! GRAB AND GO!" She then gathers her armor and her pack, thankful she is a light traveler. She however pauses, unsure if she should help anyone else escape, but trusts her warning will be heard enough for all to leave. Unfortunately, the only way out for any of them is from their room windows, unless someone knows something she didn't.

In his room, Iym rises in a rush, "What in the names of the Seldarine just-" He stops and takes a breath to collect himself. "My thanks," he tells Sarissa. "It sounds like there's trouble below."

With that, Iym produces his harp and begins strumming an ancient ballad as he starts toward the noise. When he steps out of the room, he sees the hall filing with smoke and the sound of combat below.

End round 7. Start Round 8. herranrrell, Henris, sarissa, and nivian UP

At Nehama's shout of fire, Henris grabs up his pack and the rest of his weapons, hurriedly strapping his scabbard about his waist, balancing it with the cold iron morningstar. Once he has everything gathered up, he prepares to head for the exit.

I'm guessing it would be a full-round action to get all my stuff together, so that's what I'm doing.

"Orcs have attacked and made it up the stairs. I don't know what's going on down stairs yet, but they caught us unaware. We need to help the others as quickly as we can. Shouts of fire have rung out so we must be quick before it is too late. There are a few others in the halls. We should meet up with them, can you move okay?"

She cursed herself for being rash and leaving her belongings in her room. She should have taken the time to gather them. She would have to go back for the sword at least. Jerr-Dann would not forgive her if she lost it, especially so soon.

She blushed as she looked at Iym. "It would seem in my haste, I left most of my belongings in my room. I'm afraid I can't leave without them. Let me escort you to the others before I retrieve them."

Sarrissa will double move back towards her room but she will wait on Iym before moving.

It seems part of my post was not written as intended, as it should have after I looked out, I spotted the smoke and flames, then shouted out.