Org's page

org is quiet through out the ceremony. he says nothing and remains stoic during the time.

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Moving in, Org will shorten his grip to swing his ball & chain, wrapping the bottom of the chain around his left hand and swinging with his right.

Org will swing the ball twice letting out a length of chain as he goes and then launch it at a target.

He yells:ORG SMASH! as he does so.

Ball:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Damage:1d10 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Braxus's blows hammer the horned beast into the ground, and as it opens it's mouth to spew boiling blood, a second blow crushes it's head, the boiling blood spilling hissing onto the ground as it's horns separate from it's skull and bounce along the ground.

Org I'm assuming cold Iron Arrows yes? shoots his bow, catching the already pin cushioned dretch in the throat, bringing the creature down.

The final Dretch looks at Vespaja as the flames of Calistria whirls around it, but laughs as the flames don't even sing it's foul skin. However, as he turns to face Vespaja, he blinks in surprise at the Calistrian priest, her mouth aflame, her holy symbol glowing, and overall becoming a truly dominating figure, and it hesitates in fear.

THE BOLD MAY ACT!
Vespaja
Braxus
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Dretch 1 DEAD
Brimorak DEAD
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Flynn
Bo
Org
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Dretch2

uumm..I never specified the type of arrow so....might just bounce off

Org will fire an arrow at the closest target

short Bow1d20 ⇒ 16

Damage1d6 ⇒ 6

Org will then go for his ball & chain.

Org, after listening to the conversation will do his best to cover any open skin on him. Org will ride as long as the party does but once he dismounts he will restring his bow and notch an arrow in preparation.

Org looks around bewildered as what appears to be insanity setting in on those around him. he replies to Vespaja.

I have no idea what is going on!

Org grabs his Falchion and looks around to see if there is something mysterious around him that might be the source of this behavior.

Org doesn't appear to be particularly impressed with the ranting of Ilivan.

Raged responses and casting insults are usually the sign there is truth in the statement and getting in someones face is an attempt to bully them.

Org pauses

I am here for work and to do a job and you are the guide Ilivan. We are asked to try and save some men so I will follow...

Org mounts his horse.

Org waits, listening to the questions and responses, mulling over his understanding.
However,when Ilivan makes his comment, Org's expression becomes a bit lively.

Then stay here with the camp women and do the wash. he states abruptly.

You seem to exclaim all that can't be done and little to help in providing a solution to a problem. This is twice you have objected to helping those in need from the cluckes of the demons. Is there a reason or does your fear of these demons cloud your judgement?

Once in position org will take a shot at the closest target and let an arrow fly.
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Too much debate about doing something
Org turns Bobo to ride down to the southeast point of the map where there is a small bit of land protruding out. He dismounts and draws his short bow, strings it and pulls three arrows and makes his way to the southeast point of the hill these cultists are on.
I'll wait till the others post

Org abruptly turns to Braxus and with a baffled look on his face he says:
Reconna......Reconna....onna....Wanna Drink.....YEA! I wanna Drink
Org laughs and scratches his head which may or may not be a flea.

Org's brow furrows a bit as he thinks on the objective.
This is a reconnaissance mission more than a battle. I can understand the desire to face evil and the blood lust to destroy it but, my understanding is that we are to scout and report.
Org looks at the others for a moment.
Or am I wrong?

Org listens to the conversation, keeping to himself mostly, letting the others hold their conversation and taking mental notes.

Org peeks up from behind his mug.

Org is here to fight he says proudly.

Fight and make coin

Org sips his mug and leans back into his chair, taking it all in.

Org leans in and listens to Bo. he then sits upright a bit and appear to be deep in thought, or you think so from the farrowed brow and tongue hanging out of the left side of his mouth. He scratches the back of his head, appears to find something then stick it in his mouth.

Org is not too sure but I think .....no.....I think....

Org pauses for a moment.

Org is not sure. He says, then realizes Bo has walked away.

Org picks up his mug, puts a bit in front of his face and peers out from behind it, watching those around him and sipping occasionally.

Org, his tongue sticking out to the right side as he is trying to carve his initial into the table he is sitting in, abruptly looks up.

The half orc's gaze goes to each person there and he smiles a BIG TOOTHY GRIN, his over sized tusks protruding out a bit.

There is a thick chain wrapped around his waist with a ball at the end of it. It jingles a bit as he moves.

Hello! Name is Org.

He scratches his chest and farrows his brow a bit.

What's a lubber?