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Noticing Lash's expectant look, Kith chuckles quietly. Then looking at the Commander he says, "You may tell your story old friend... as usual, I trust your judgment."

Closing his eyes and breathing a profound sigh Kith say, "It's been far too long since I have heard my real name."

Mostly to himself Kith says, "Interesting pommel... and a well-made blade. Better than the longsword I carry."

Wiping the blade clean of his own blood, Kith removes his longsword from the scabbard and replaces it with the Orc leader's masterwork blade.

After rifling through the remaining contents of the reeking Orc leader, Kith pauses to crack open the bone scroll tube and examine it's contents. After reading the parchment, he offers it to the Commander along with the bag of platinum.

"Commander, you'll want to have a look at this."

Kith's longsword is a 'backup' weapon. If any other characters have a need for the blade, he will willingly offer it to them. If Kith keeps the blade, he will decline a share in the platinum and gold.

Seeing that the situation is under control, Kith will search the Orc leader's body for anything that may help solve the riddle of how they are acting so un-orc-like. Also, while not a scavenger, he'll search the body for anything that might prove useful to the group.

A slight shake of his head is the only indication Kith gives that he is disappointed in the Orc leader's poor decision to turn his back on Kith. Not one to waste an opportunity in battle, the two-handed sword once again rises above Kith's head for a powerful blow.

(9:06:14 AM) "Attack on Orc Leader" 1xD20+9: 16 (Sum: 25) (I want to give you the attack additions so you can adjust them if necessary. +6 natural, +1 Bards Song, +2 Flanking for a total of +9)

(9:16:56 AM) "Overhand Chop Damage" 2xD6+11: 2 1 (Sum: 14) (This includes +1 for Bard's song, if it had ended you may subtract 1)

Dancing with his elven sword, Kith desperately dodges several attacks, causing him to lose his offensive stance and wildly miss with his follow up attack.

(9:48:25 AM) (Sum: 8)1xD20+7: 1

epic... fail... @#$%#

Zzzzz...

I show Kith with 7 total points of damage, leaving him with 16.

As Kith curses at his missed attack he feels a coldness spread over his body that he knows has nothing to do with the hit he just sustained. Magic! Knowing his resistances are limited, he forces the brunt of his Will against the attack.

Will Save (1d20=20)

Grimacing against the pain, Kith lifts his sword for another devastating attack against the Orc leader.

Attack, Damage (1d20+6=[13], 2d6+10=[15])

hell, I burned my 20 on the will save. So, is the performance still in effect, it hasn't been 5 rounds? If so, +1!

"Blades of Hell! We've been setup!"

Kith quickly scans the attacking force and settles his gaze on the leader. Hoping to cut the morale of the other orcs by cutting off the head of the snake, Kith moves at a determined, accelerated pace directly toward the leader.

"So be it.."

Charge Attack with Overhand chop (1d20+8=12, 2d6+10=20)

Not sure if the bard song is still in affect, if so, add +1 to attack and damage rolls please.

I like the stat block, but I'm indifferent to where they are in the post.

Hearing the bards song Kith performs a deadly overhand chop.

(6:42:12 PM) "Attack"(Sum: 23)1xD20+7: 16
(6:42:50 PM) "Damage"(Sum: 17)2xD6+10: 5 2

Damage should actually be 18 with the song, but I don't think it will matter.

Grunting from the minor hit, Kith nods at Selena. Snarling at his attacker, but seeing the Commander engage a different Orc Kith swings to assist (orc1). Raising his sword in a signature overhand chop Kith is determined to lay the orc low.

(5:48:02 PM) "Attack"(Sum: 8)1xD20+6: 2
(5:50:57 PM) "Damage"(Sum: 18)2xD6+10: 2 6

Gah!

Too funny, Selena you snapped my post as I went back in to add my blustering observation about the orcs. Threw me for a loop... I second her request... distances in feet.

Oh hell, I mis-read the "20 yards" as "20 feet". That's fine. Run it the way you have it rolling. Kith will charge in the next round if possible. If that isn't possible we can remove the +2 from the attack roll... the overhand chop will work either way. 4 orcs on Kith... that's not really fair.. for the orcs. :)

Initiative (1d20+6=20)

Kith will charge the closest Orc near the pile of rocks (on the right side of the catapult) and attack with an Over-hand chop. +2 to attack roll, -2 AC until next round for Charge. Over-hand chop gives 2X strength bonus (+8) to damage roll for a total damage bonus of +10

Attack (with Charge), Damage (Overhand Chop) (1d20+8=27, 2d6+10=12)

2d6 and I roll snake-eyes. My 19 on the attack roll is not a 'threat'. Kiths sword crits only on a 20.

Kith bursts from the cover of darkness. Raising his two-handed sword over his head he sprints to the closest orc and snaps all of his muscles into a powerful over-hand chop.

"Thantos! Engage the Orc up top! Get those pots in here!"

"I can't imagine what has the Orcs acting so oddly... "

Kith pauses to stare across the open expanse to the activity on the catapult.

"...I see nothing we can do about it now."

Reaching up across his left shoulder Kith unsheathes his curved, two-handed Elven blade.

"We move on the next signal."

Ready.

lol... your last 3 rolls have been a 2, 4, and 3... on a d20. InvisibleCastle probably felt sorry for you.

Lash, the intention of the plan was to have you and Mird scout ahead, report back, and then become part of the attacking force. I probably did a poor job of clearly explaining that. I was hoping the scouting mission would give you two an opportunity to use some of your skills (besides a perception check). Is that good for you? or were you suggesting something different? Also, I was attempting to re-use our plan from before in an effort to move this part of the story line along.

"We can hide Selena's firepot when we meet to hear what Lash and Mird have discovered. That's going to leave us with only two chances to take down the catapults, so from that point forward Fyird and the Commander will be responsible for landing at least one of those pots on the catapult. The rest of us will have to do our best to keep the attention off of the them."

"Is there anything else?"

"I say we follow the same plan as before. Lash and Mird, if you are willing, you'd be best suited to move ahead of the group acting as scouts while the rest of us follow behind. Once you've spotted the Orcs and gather what information you may, report back to us. With the racket they are making staging the damn things we can probably walk right up and run a blade through them, but we might as well know what we're up against."

"Again, I'll lead the following group with the Commander. Followed by Selena and Fyird, with Thantos watching our rear."

Kith stops and looks at Thantos, then nods at his loaded crossbow.

"You seem ready enough to use that... perhaps you'll get your chance."

With a hint of a grin, Kith continues,

"I recommend Selena, Fyird and the Commander carry the firepots. The rest of us who are skilled with blade and bow will clear the area of orcs - or at least, carve a path so these three can get close enough to hit the catapults with the pots."

Turning to face the Commander, Kith asks,

"Have you methods for signaling the other teams in darkness? Otherwise, we'll just have to hope they decide upon the same plan."

"Everyone please, be at ease. The error was mine."

Kith pats the air with his hands in Thantos's direction before making eye contact with Lash.

"I assure you, any deception, either real or suspected, is devoid of nefarious intent."

Kith pauses a beat to let that thought sink in.

"I'm sure we all have questions. I have a few myself. But they'll have to wait. For now, we're going to have to trust each other enough to work together."

Kith looks in the direction of the nearing sounds of Orc war drums and then back at the group.

"I suggest we all get out of sight. The Orcs draw near."

Kith moves around looking for a good vantage point to be able to both hide and see the army as it passes.

With anquish visible in his face, Kith hesitates a moment before visibly relaxing and breathing a sigh that eases the tension from his muscles. Taking a second breath he sheathes his weapon.

Without taking his eyes off the Commander he says, "My only concern is your safety..."

For a moment it looks like Kith will say more, but then he simply steps away ignoring the poised xbow and the confused looks of the others.

As Kith's warrior instincts cause the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end, he narrows his eyes at the Commander. Drawing his Elven sword out over his left shoulder, he moves deliberately, directly in front of the Commander.

"Tell me Commander... where were your Mother and Sister the night you left home?"

Damned blocked rolling sites!

I finally found one that is not blocked by the network nazi's here called "Konkret Web Dice Roller". The drawback is that it does not provide a link to the roll.

(1:02:24 PM) "Kith1"(Sum: 19)1xD20: 19

Yes, it is a lucky high roll, but I swear it is legit.

Kith stares in the distance, lost in thought, considering Selena's words. When he again looks at the group he is slowly shaking his head.

"I respectfully disagree Selena. Though, I feel like your opinion holds as much weight as my own. We are not a proper military, so I will not ask any of you to do more than you see fit. I was asked to lead this group, but I feel like the closer we get to battle the more each of us will have to decide how we might best contribute to the task at hand."

"With that in mind. I suggest we wait it out. Our main advantage was to strike in concert with the other groups using the spectacle of 8 burning catapults, and the ensuing confusion, to cover our retreat. Those groups have now decided to stay put. If we strike alone, at a moving target, we could have an entire orcish army breathing down our necks. "

"I agree with the Commander, they have lost the element of surprise for no apparent gain. It's hard to believe that even Orcs are that stupid. I say let's watch them walk below us. We gather what information we may by watching, then follow them and attempt to coordinate with the other groups when the Orcs begin to stage the catapults."

Kith finishes by shaking his head in dis-belief and says, "Maybe we can solve the mystery of this tactical blunder..."

I talked to the DM. He's been swamped but is planning on posting this evening. He wanted me to give everyone that update. Hang tight.

Returning the nod to the Commander, Kith steps forward.

"Right, before the our attack we need know exactly what we're up against. Mird and Lash seem best suited to gather that information."

Kith pauses to make eye contact with both Lash and Mird, then continues,

"As we move out, I'd like you two to fan out in front of the group acting as scouts and reporting back when you find anything of interest. In particular, we need to know exactly where the orcs and the catapult are entrenched. We know the general direction, of course, but we'll need to locate the camp itself. Secondly, we'll need to determine the strength of the orc position near the catapult. We need numbers. How many orc guards are present and, if possible, determine whether they have a shaman or two in their midst. Lastly, keep an eye out for an orc leader. As the Commander mentioned, it's not a priority, but if the opportunity presents itself we may as well take advantage of it."

Kith gazes toward the general direction of the orc camp for a moment.

"I'll lead the following group. Commander I'd like you to stay near me. Fyird and Selena behind us with Thantos watching the rear. We'll make a stop a safe distance from the camp once these two..."

Kith raises a finger in the direction of Mird and Lash

"...return with some information about our enemies. We'll discuss tactics for our attack based on that information. If we get split up, we'll regroup back at this location after we destroy the catapult. Lash and Mird, we'll give you a 15 minute head start. If there are no questions, prepare yourselves and depart as soon as you are ready."

Kith swings his gaze across the remainder of the group before continuing.

"As for the rest of us, we have a few minutes. Let's douse the fire and be ready to move out soon after Lash and Mird depart. We'll likely be engaging the enemy so prepare yourselves accordingly."

Though lost in thought, Kith looks up when Selena speaks.

"Hello, and well met. Selena is it not? Rumors of your healing reached even my remote cot in the barracks. Your talent must be considerable. I know little of magic, but I always take comfort when I know a skilled healer is near by."

Kith finishes with a nod and a small smile that fades as quickly as it came.

... a short while later, in the barracks, Kith packs his bag and heads directly to the tunnels.

"I suggest we all return to our quarters to prepare our gear for the journey through the caves. I'd recommend traveling light. By the sounds of it, we'll need to be moving fast."

After a slight pause Kith says, "We meet at the tunnel entrance in an hour."

That said, Kith abruptly leaves the room.

Only the most astute observer would notice that Kith seems to stiffen as the Commander walks into the room - a moment later he's leaning back against the wall and once more seems at ease.

With a nod to Fyird, Kith raises his mug.

Leaning back against the wall, Kith's well-worn, banded mail armor creaks softly as he shifts to find a comfortable position. Though the armor would seem heavy and cumbersome to most, Kith seems to wear it as easily as one might wear a leather jerkin. Protruding over his shoulder is the pommel of a scarred and notched two-handed elven sword - obviously not a show piece, this sword shows the signs of frequent use.

A closer inspection of the man would reveal that his face, hands and arms carry the scars of a warrior who has seen many battles. Perhaps too many. The top half of his shoulder-length, light-brown hair is pulled back away from his face and held in place by a leather band near the top, back of his head. A slight graying of the hair near his temples hints at his age, but his body still seems as solid as granite.

Initially content to observe the others as they introduce themselves and discuss the situation, Kith uses his years of experience to judge the merit of each of the people in the room - and he's impressed with what he sees. Noticing a pause in the conversation he speaks up -

"My name is Kith Tol'Andread. I've been asked to lead a group on a mission concerning the safety of the Keep."

Kith pauses and makes brief eye contact with each person in the room.

"Based on the experience I see in each of you, I assume this to be the group."

Kith finds his bunk as the place empties of soldiers all going to watch and listen to the bard's performance. Desiring solitude over the crowds the warrior lays down to find some rest.

Kith acknoledges the compliment with a nod and avoids the topic of his background with a vague, "I'll assist in whatever capacity you see fit."

With that, Kith turns to find his bunk and some well needed rest.

Gah! Forums ate my post! Reposting.

After thanking Alalar Kith moves to claim a bunk somewhere off to the side. Dropping his pack at the foot of the bunk he can feel the dark mood (all too familiar as of late) ease like a fog into his conscience. He considers going to socialize with the soldiers outside but thinks, Why meet tomorrows corpses. Realizing it's the mood talking, he stands and forces his feet to start moving - out the door and into the training yard.

As the watches the young soldiers training and sparring, he involuntarily begins to mark the ones mostly likely to end up on the wrong end of an orc's spear. The mood still lingers. Taking off his shirt and drawing his two-handed Elven blade Kith decides to combat the mood the only way he knows how - by getting lost in his sword routines.

Soon his body is covered in sweat and his thoughts are lost in the fluidity of his movements and the simplicity of the exercise.

"Well met, Alalar Machophant", Kith says with a slight nod. "I am Kith Tol'Andread, I've come in answer to the notices calling for men at arms here in Kiren's Keep."

Nodding his head in the direction of the front gate Kith says, "Jeffries at the front gate suggested I speak with you. I am skilled with a sword and could prove useful when the orcs decide to press an attack."

Finishing his discussion with the guards Kith moves into the town proper and soaks in the familiar sights of the battle preparations. Standing still in the midst of the bustling activity, the castle catches his eye and he seems lost in his own thoughts for a moment. Then, with a grunt, he heads off to the barracks to introduce himself to the squad leader.