Kevkas looks over at Dargrim, then Ulcisor, and takes a few steps closer to the man. "It sounds like you need help, friend. How are you feeling?"
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FYI, I won't be online much the rest of this week. Then the week after next I'm going to the beach for a week; I probably won't be online much then, either, sorry.
"Bah! Let's all just go and crush anything that tries to kill us! If nobody's scouting, why have any of us hang back?"
Kevkas nodded his thanks to Ulcisor. In response to Gyro's comment he grunted. "I think saving might be off the table by now. Vengeance, though, that's always available."
It's been pointed out to me that I'm an idiot and forgot that Oracles get Cure spells for free. So Kev won't be falling down quite so much anymore. :)
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"First that statue of the rot-god, then this." Kevkas shakes his head. "I expect we'll see more of these moldy plant monster things in there." In answer to Ulcisor's question the big, badly wounded half-orc just grunts.
Kevkas mutters to Torm under his breath, asking for his patron's forgiveness after that poor showing.
Kevkas groaned as he sat up. "What...?" Seeing Ulcisor crouching next to him he nodded. "Oh. Thank you, priest."
The big half-orc roars at the plant-corpse-thing that had hit him and swings his greatsword in another powerful, shearing arc.
Kevkas takes a step back and swings his huge sword at the creature on his right. "I wouldn't eat any of these things even if I did eat vegetables."
"No glory to be had in fighting shambling dead men, but if they're in our way they need to get put down." Kevkas hefts his greatsword and moves slowly toward the nearest corpse to see if it would attack him.
Kevkas drew his huge greatsword and positioned himself between the others and the plant-inhabited corpses. "They don't look like the chatty sort, Dorn."
Kevkas nods. "They uncovered a lost temple to Moander. I wonder if they were human or something else." He shakes his head and looks at Argentia. "Looks like your lost miners probably got killed covering up his lost production. Don't know if that accounts for all the missing, though." "Anybody see a map that might tell us where the Zenex complex is?
Kevkas looks over at Dorn's dagger. "Pretty. Little small for my taste."
Kevkas nods appreciatively at Dargrim. "Good eye. But if those orcs are Moander worshippers why isn't there any orc-sign here?" He laughs at Innocent's suggestion about the safe. "Throwing things out windows to open them! That's the kind of idea I can get behind!"
The big half-orc had ducked his head as they walked up the stairs and been careful to keep the pommel of his huge sword from bumping the walls as they moved through the building. Kevkas nodded at Lioslan. "I doubt whatever happened out there was caused in here."
Kevkas grimaces at the statue. "Moander, god of rot and decay." He shakes his head. "It's cults are usually scattered and hidden. Was this put here by the killers?" He kneels and pokes at the strange, spongy mass covering the ground. "What is this stuff?"
Kevkas nods. "Let's go see."
Kevkas grunts. "We'll know more when Lioslan gets back." He shakes his head. "The question is, then, if this wasn't orcs then what happened? And did the same thing rile up the orcs that attacked the town?"
Kevkas frowns. "This is not an orc camp. Smell. There are no cook fires, no middens. Listen. There are no sounds, no war drums- there are always war drums when a tribe is at way." He gestures at the towers. "There should be heads on spears, bodies hung from trees..." The big half-orc shakes his head. [b]"There are no orcs here." He looks at Argentia. "How certain are you that orcs took the mine? Even if they'd been chased away by something, there should be some evidence they were here."
Kevkas frowns out at the towers and the area beyond. "I'd prefer not to sound an alarm until we know where the pig-faces would be coming from. Where are they?"
Kevkas frowns at the recent corpse but nods at Ulcisor's response. "I'd be glad to hunt them with you but the bigger fight's going to be with the hundreds of orcs. Tempus calls me to the mines. Once those bastard sons of pigs are dead we can come back and slaughter these beasts."
He nods at Lisolan. "We can't save anyone if we're dead. Let's stay under cover."
Kevkas snorts. "Yeah, it was a trap. Not that I mind killing worgs, but maybe we should all try not to run off alone into the dark in the future."
Kevkas wipes the blood off his sword onto the dead worg's fur, nodding. "Sounds good to me."
Kevkas steps up to the other wolf and launches another mighty blow. "Bet you're rethinking waking us up now, aren't you!?"
Kevkas rushes to flank the nearest wolf with Lioslan. "This is what you get for waking me up!"
"What do you know, it was a trap," Kevkas mutters as he rushes out to fight.
Once he's sure his armor is properly strapped on, Kevkas follows Ulcisor out into the dark. "I've always wanted a wolf fur mantle."
Kevkas grunts as he hurries into his armor. "Hearing wolves in the trees and them bothering people are two different things. At least that means this isn't a trap for sure."
"Could be an ambush," Kevkas murmured to his companions. He looked over at Argentia. "Are wolves usually a problem for people around here?"
Kevkas awoke with a start and hustled to strap on his armor.
Kevkas nods. "Good. All this fighting and walking made me hungry." He grunts. "But then again, I'm always hungry." The big half-orc shakes his head, grinning. "I'll take the dead watch. I don't mind being up without light."
I finally started playing Dragon Age: Inquisition this weekend. My main dude has black lipstick and wears violet eyeshadow. I will wreck Thedas. Heh. I've put about 120 hours into DA:I with my main, with just the last storyline quest left to go. Good game. :)
Kevkas had nodded at the Tyran when Morin came in, but said nothing. Now that it seems the meeting is finally over, the big half-orc cracks his neck to the left and the right and grins. "Finally. Let's go break some heads."
On their way back in to see the mayor, Kevkas seems grumpy, having argued on the battlefield rather loudly that this was a waste of their time. The offers of drinks seem to cheer him up, though, and by the time they're in the mayor's office the half-orc is back to his enthusiastic- if not to say over-enthusiastic- self. The argument over money puts a sour expression back on his face. "This is stupid. Just tell the priest's friend we each get 300 gold and we'll go save your miners."
Kevkas looks curiously at one of the orcs' falchions, even going so far as to pick it up and give it a few experimental swings before shrugging and dropping it back on the dead orc's corpse. He picks up one of the bows, though, and takes one of the archers' quivers. From where he's looting the fallen, he shrugs. "There will be orcs to kill at their camp or at the mine. If we punch them in the nose hard enough at the mine, it will probably draw them from the camp, anyway." He sounds less concerned about recovering the miners than he does about having enough orcs to fight.
From where he was liberating a dead orc archer from his bow and arrows, Kevkas laughs. "That's the way! If you can't hit them first, hit them harder! Let's track these dog-f***ers back to their camp and kill some more!"
"If the deputy mayor had allowed these people inside the palisades, they would still be alive," he noted, passing several of the dead. To leave his own kind to the orcs, he must be less, even, than they. Kevkas laughs, not at Lioslan's comment, but at the backs of the fleeing orcs. "And if those orcs had stayed, they'd be dead!" "Gruumsh takes it from behind from Bast with Sylvanus's c--k, you sons of whores!", he yells in orcish as they run away. The huge half-orc seems in fine spirits, in spite of the dead and dying around them. He nods at Ulcisor. "What else can they expect? If they won't defend themselves, they'll die from something anyway- fire, disease, hunger, something. They weren't strong enough to take up spears and defend themselves and they died in their beds. I guarantee you that if this was an orc village, every man, woman, and child strong enough to pick up a pointy stick would've been out here fighting the invaders." The Tempan shrugs. "Maybe they'll have a better life in whatever afterlife their gods take them to." And with that profoundly unsympathetic comment, he goes and starts to poke around the dead orc warriors' and archers' things, looking for anything useful.
While the archer is reacting to Innocent's stab, Kevkas smashes his heavy greatsword down into the orc's back. He grins at Innocent. "You're good luck, priest's friend! You pick the next one and I'll follow."
The big half-orc grinned a toothy smile at Ulcisor. "Tempus isn't fond of his people dying in his name, either, priest." He turns and his grin turns into a snarl. "He likes us to make our enemies die for theirs!" With that, he rushes the archer, flanking him with Innocent.
Kevkas grins at Dargrim's deadly attack. "You are blessed by Tempus indeed!" He turns in time to avoid most of the sorcerer's gout of flame but still gets singed, drawing an unhappy growl from the huge half-orc. "Say hello to Gruumsh for me, shaman!" Heedless of the gash across his chest or the angry red skin on his singed face, Kevkas rushes the sorcerer.
Seeing that Gyro had the closest orc in hand, Kevkas bares his teeth and charges the one just past the now-dead orc. "Tempus!"
As for prep, there was a several-minutes long jog to get to the gates so I'm going to rule there'd be enough time for one standard action worth of prep. I do normally indicate if there's time for pre combat prep but this time it slipped my mind. Mea culpa :-)
Kevkas drew his sword and grinned as he saw the orcs tearing into the refugees. "Tempus! No quarter for those who attack the defenseless! Face me, you ugly sons of pox ridden whores!"
Kevkas barks out a laugh at the news that the town is under attack. "The orcs decided to come die here instead of making us walk out to them! Convenient!" He walks over to the door, ready to follow Argentia out to the palisades.
Orcs are no laughing matter. They are strong and vicious. They have skilled archers and shamans amongst their ranks. They can endure wounds that would fell two men and continue fighting. And if they capture you ... Argentia suppresses a shudder. Kevkas takes a long pull of ale and wipes his lips on his sleeve. "Then it's a good thing I can dish out wounds that would fell three men!" He laughs and takes another drink. If the huge half-orc notices Argentia's apparent hatred for orcs, he clearly doesn't feel the need to address it. "You said there are 500 miners. I've got a couple of questions. How far are the mines from here? What's the terrain like? Have they seized or built any fortifications? You've tangled with them; do you have a good idea of how many orcs there are? Any chance you've seen their banners, know what tribes are involved?"
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