Seeing the great divide between himself and the orcs, Lorkan works his way over to Thallan, and calls for Sarenrae's hand to guide the elf's arrows.
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Lorkan steps up beside Amarisa, and adds his call to Sarenrae.
Before the group scatters into movement, Lorkan quietly gathers the injured and draws on the power of Sarenrae, filling the area about him with divine healing energy.
The cleric then checks over the party and reaizes some are not yet fully healed. Sighing at the damage the critters caused, Lorkan renews his call for aid, and another wave of healing energy washes over the group.
Eager to be rid of the flying pests, Lorkan continues the weaving of the scimitar.
Lorkan smiles at the invocation. "Sarenrae be with us. She has brought strength in numbers." The cleric of Sarenrae nods at Thallan's suggestion, and follows Thallan to the entrance.
Sounds like one doozy of a dungeon crawl...
Lorkan heaves a sigh of relief at the retreating horde, and sheathes his blade as he begins moving about helping the injured.
With a stoic face, Lorkan tucks away the scroll and draws the scimitar as the cleric prepares to join the inevitable fray.
With the half-spent scroll in hand, the cleric of Sarenrae approaches Thallan, and offers him a touch of divine guidance as he keeps an eye out for injuries to his allies.
Realizing Gilbert may not be properly recovered for the confrontation, Lorkan pulls out his trusty scroll and draws divine energy from it to heal the dwarven monk.
Lorkan goes about the day visiting with the locals, and shakes his head at the hopelessness behind the local name, Fort Disaster for the place. "May Sarenrae bring light to this place." As the day turns to night, Lorkan joins his band of merry man in search of nourishment.
As the orog and his orcs beat a hasty retreat, Lorkan stares at their retreating forms, before shaking his head and returning to tend to the injured.
The cleric sighs in relief as the group reaches the village of Batlet without further incident.
Sensing an opportunity, Lorkan moves forward and strikes at the trapped orog.
Facing the approaching harbringer of destruction, the servant of Sarenrae closes his eyes momentarily and draws a deep breath as he unsheathes his morningstar. "Surrender to Sarenrae, and be redeemed by her cleansing light." The cleric offers as he begins an awkward rendition of The Sarenite Battle Dance, Morningstar Adaptation, as taught by his master.
The cleric flinches at the arrow, and mutters to himself as he draws forward another difficult step. "Woe is me Sarenrae. Now the vile lot is after me as well." He channels another wave of divine energy, which just catches all his nearby allies but most divinely avoiding the orog.
The cleric sees the paladin fall yet again, and moves forward to assist him, only to realize the movement suddenly became more labored. Sighing, the servant of Sarenrae draws forth more healing energy, and sends another healing wave to encompass those around him.
With a glance over at the melee down the road to make sure they're in the clear, Lorkan draws a touch of divine energy, and a wave of energy flows from Lorkan, washing over the fallen Sergeant and just touching Thallan before dissipating.
Finally, Lorkan reaches his destination. He stops past the fallen body, making sure he's between the comrade and the enemy fire. Once there, he takes a glance at Uther's breathing, and sighs in relief that the man is not yet dead.
The arrows cause Lorkan to flinch instinctively. "Sweet Sarenrae of the Dawn. Please protect me." The cleric chants as he continues running toward his fallen comrade.
On hearing the sad news, Lorkan begins his lumbering trek up the road and into the billowing fog. He makes steady progress right up and past the elder wizard, nearly running the old man over in his haste.
The question surprised Lorkan. The cleric of Sarenrae stays by Thallan's side for moment, and wonders. Thus causing him to give himself a headache.
"For Sarenrae's sake! Stop doing that Thallan!" The cleric looks at the poor fallen paladin, and draws forth more healing energy from his quickly depleting divine reservoir to try to pull his comrade back to the conscious.
The fire and the volley fire split the cleric's attention, and he frowns as he ponders which to respond to first. The call of Sarenrae wins out, and Lorkan reaches out and touches Thallan, causing a wave of healing energy to wash over the paladin.
Lol. Hope it was a good trip. Don't forget you have Guidance cast on ya, good for a single +1.
Lorkan frowns at the sound of the arrows. "Perhaps it's time I invest in some longer ranged weapons." He stays close to Thallan, ready to supply him more divine guidance from Sarenrae. However, upon seeing the flames ignite, Lorkan instinctively calls forth water to help douse the fire.
Lorkan maneuvers to be close enough to Thallan, and provides Thallan with a touch of divine Guidance as he watches on.
Safe travels, and Happy New Year everyone's!
Lorkan lets out a chuckle at Gilbert's response. The cleric catches himself, and with a cough resumes his respectful quiet while introductions continue, before stepping forward and introducing himself. "Welcome, and thank you for joining our cause. I am Lorkan, servant of Sarenrae. We have the honor of serving with Iscarel, the trueborn son of Telandia Edasseril." He looks about for signs of the logical leader of the group. "Hmm, I have not seen him of late. Perhaps he is busy with the local leaders."
Quick check with the DM (GM?): someone I'm in a campaign with is doing a Wrath of the Righteous with gestalt. This being my first time, I want to make sure I don't ruin the experience for myself by being in it twice at the same time (I think my brain would explode from having two visions of the story running in my mind). Will we see a lot of what happens in the Wrath of the Righteous story here?
Lorkan nods at Ivan's claim to the captain. "I've seen him fight some fierce orcs myself. He sent them running even as he bore their harsh woundings."
Lorkan nods in agreement. "I would not want a repeat of what the orcs did. I like the idea of bolstering the team as well."
Lorkan is a bit slow to process things. Apparently, it's having an effect on his controller... :)
Hi Gerald. I am the resident cleric. To help clarify on behalf of our esteemed GM, by Core classes he means the classes from the original book. That is, we came from the original Core Handbook, and nothing else.
Has Lorkan been so quiet as to escape your attention? We are four, although I am trying to rework Lorkan. I have come to the conclusion that Forrest's personality is too difficult to play for an amateur like me. (I get a feeling of deja vu, like I've thought this before) Going to think about reworking it a little while keeping the character concept intact. So, Shandor, Ivan, Thallan, Lorkan. We're missing skills with Pash gone, but surprisingly have arcane, muscles and healing covered. We're close to being able to journey on (although if another 100 orcs come rushing down on us...I kid, I kid). I liked Iscarel. I was going to have Lorkan keep pinning the heir title and leader of party on him, and see how long I can make that last. I'll miss you both. I see it's Ivan that has gone rather quiet...I liked him too :(
Lorkan wakes, interrupted by the bombardment. As he steps out to look about, he sees chaos. The cleric stops the nearest person and inquires. "Anything I can do to help? Who's in charge?
Lorkan buckles down and helps with the setup. He nearly chuckles as the teamster's jab at Jasmalus coincides nearly perfectly with Shandor's quickened pace to join Thallan in the explorations of the fort. "What did the orcs take away?" Lorkan asks in passing as the group worked on, trying to make small talk to pass the time while finding out what the caravan lost in the conflict.
I think Thallan and Ivan are ok now. Not sure about Iscarel, and that should cover all the wounded, no?
With the graves done, Lorkan rejoins the party. He looks at Jasper and tries to envision what the experience would be like, but fails miserably, the puzzled look clearly reflected on the cleric's face. As he checks over everyone, he frowns at Thallan's wounds. "I am unable to channel more. I am sorry. If only I...wait." Lorkan squats over his backpack and rummages, retrieving a scroll from the bag. The cleric studies the scroll, and begins chanting, invoking power embedded therein.
Lorkan checks the wound after the energy washes over Thallan. "There is a slight trace still. It should heal itself by morning."
Duh! I've got scrolls of CLW. Where's everyone at here?
Once it is apparent Emerald is done with her most impressive demonstration of interrogations, Lorkan steps forward to voice a plea for mercy for the orc. However, before he can utter even a single word, Ivan makes the gesture moot with a swing of his axe. Sighing, Lorkan shakes his head as he returns to the chore of finishing the graves.
3 channels for 6 hp for everyone. You should be up and about again. Assuming we survive the night, Lorkan should be able to get everyone full up in the morning.
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