Turn 42 - Where is Everybody?
Fabian Benavente
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- they needed to conserve their last breath with which to kill those
that dared defile their ancient grounds.
RPG: Grakram's blood boiled at the sight of two of his kin outnumbered
by orcs, at least one of the stalwart warriors grievously wounded, but
neither giving an inch to their opponents, showing an admirable
dwarven spirit in face of adversity. Spirit that was often mistaken
for bone-deep stubbornness by the younger races, for reasons that
would remain an eternal mystery to Grakram.
The warrior glanced over his shoulder, saw Kruack and Greta advancing
slowly in the pool of flickering light cast by Kruack's torch the.
Both seemed visibly nervous, wary of enemies hidden in the darkness
their eyes could not pierce. Barely 30 feet behind him and Urokk - and
the curious manling who seemed at home in the darkness - yet Grakram
doubted if they could even make them out. Certainly the two had yet to
react to them stopping. The dwarf wondered how much use they and their
kin would be in the battle to come, but one could not pick and choose
one's allies in times like these, and both the manlings and the gnomes
had proven their worth - if reluctantly and with much fuss, in the
case of Arthur and his kin.
But effective allies or not, two of his kin were falling and he had no
time to worry about superior numbers and whether more enemies lurked
beyond the range of his vision or not. There was a battle to be joined
and possibly a mighty doom to be courted; dying to save two warriors
of a Clan the world had presumed extinct for decades would be a decent
way to amend some of his sins. Besides, hiding would be a futile
effort; the three of them would be perfectly visible against the light
at their back if any of the shadowspawn decided to take the time to
glance in their direction.
"Ye do what ye want; Oi know what Oi need tae do," the dwarf muttered
to Urokk and Ganwin before he charged forward towards the nearest orc.
The battle-dream suffused his being, chasing a flood of adrenaline
that lent power to his muscles, sweet clarity of purpose to his being.
His skin flushed and sweat poured from every pore, evaporating
instantly into a icy mist that grew to surround the charging warrior
as his anger awoke the soul-bound bond with the unrelenting winters of
the deep mountains.
His axe held low and trailing behind, Grakram charged his foe, saw the
orc glance behind and spot him, noted its eyes widening as light from
Kruack's approaching torch caught the mithril blade of his axe.
Grakram aimed just left of the orc and spun his body at the last
moment to lend momentum to his blow. Unnoticed by all, a thin film of
ice formed around his feet only as his boots touched the water, only
to be immediately shattered by his violent motions.
** If it hits...
The orc tried its best to bring its weapon to block the sweeping axe
but its efforts were in vain. With a sickening crunch of metal and
bone the axe ended its horizontal arch by embedding itself into the
orc's waist, the impact strong enough to almost wrench the weapon from
the dwarf's grip - were it not for the fact the axe was secured to his
armored gauntlet even his strength might not have been enough to hold
onto it. Grakram's lips twisted into a grin of pure malicious pleasure
as the orc's screech shattered the air and the dwarf wasted no time in
head-butting the taller orc to the chest to tear his weapon free.
Black blood spurted from the wound as the orc stumbled back,
splattering the dwarf, fueling his killing rage.
"Die an' feed me axe!" he shouted in Old Dwarvish, brandishing the Axe
of the Dorthane.
** If it misses...
The orc was just fast enough to block the sweeping axe, though the
impact of metal on metal nearly tore the weapon from the creature's
hands. Its eyes were wide from the shock of the surprise assault and
Grakram took the opportunity to spit at the red orbs, taking pleasure
as the orc winced back as if stung. The battle-mad dwarf set his feet
and raised his shield and axe, eager to shed some more of orcish
blood.
"Die an' feed me axe!" he shouted in Old Dwarvish, brandishing the Axe
of the Dorthane.
TAG: Everyone interested...
NRPG: First round: activate rage (Cold subtype, +4 Str, +4 Con, +2
Will saves, -2 AC, lasts 9 rounds), charge orc 3. Let's put the charge
bonus to feed Power Attack (AB +15, Damage 1d10+9)
Second round: assuming the orc still lives, keep pounding on it. If it
falls, moving to get within reach or the next nearest foe. The giant
orc would be a favorite but anything goes.
Don't forget cleaves if a foe falls to Grakram's axe.
-Jussi / Grakram
Fabian Benavente
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Game on!
Fabian
Lex Aevum
AB-19]
Rolling his eyes and trying to keep ahead of the quickly approaching
light from behind, Ganwin padded along the wall in the darkness. Even
after all these years, the sharp cut off at the edge of his Darkvision
made the rogue uneasy, but the detail within the small radius was always
useful.
Ganwin. Second round, half speed move, Move Silently and Hide to AG-21]
The orcs were alerted by Grackram's charge, his battlecry echoing off of
the walls.So much for the element of surprise. Ganwin sighed silently to
himself again and continued to move along the wall of the cavern,
sneaking his way towards the unprotected back of one of the orcs.
Finding a nice spot to press against the wall, the rogue watched
carefully for the opportune moment to strike. Perhaps after the others
had engaged their foes. Especially the big one.
Justin Kroona
Round 1:
As they approached the sounds of battle that echoed in
the darkness, Greta felt the Void full consume her.
She welcomed it in fact, as all of her nerves and
fears of the eternal dark were swept away. There was
work to be done and no time for such trivial concerns.
Greta peered ahead into the gloom but could not see an
enemies yet.
"I will stick close to you, we both need the light and
together we can kill the enemy swifter," she said
softly to Kruack.
[tag Kruack]
(OOC: Greta will move to R14.)
Round 2:
The sounds of battle were closer, joined now by
Grakram's shouts. The dwarf's words meant nothing to
her but the sound, the rage in them, sent a spike of
rage through the Void. Growling, Greta's grip
tightened on her spear.
"We must hurry," she growled to Kruack as she rushed
forward towards the battle, her black spear glittering
wickedly in the dim light. The sounds of fighting and
splashing grew louder as Greta reached the water's
edge. Greta's eyes were immediately drawn to the huge
orc. Greta felt a flicker of fear before she spat a
curse in Orcish, adding her voice to the chaos and the
noise.
(OOC: Greta will double move to AB14.)
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Strange emotions gripped Urokk as his eyes absorbed the scene. He did not feel so much compassion for the dwarves, out numbered as they were, as hatred and loathing for the orcs.
He shared the blood of both these races. Both of these races were responsible for his pitiful existence. Both of them had made him suffer for what he was. Dwarves with their stiff pride and insular ideals were almost as hated to the dworg as orcs. They had made his life miserable with their intolerances, it was only since arriving at the Durgis clan that he had begun to realise that not all dwarves were so single-minded. Now Grakram and he were the only remaining members of that clan, and no other dwarf deserved assistance.
But, as Grakram charged into battle, Urokk felt compelled to join him. Something pulled him forward and his hands automatically reached for his urutuks. He broke into a run, easily keeping pace with his Dothane's short strides. Normally the dworg would have remained silent as he fought. War cries were for fighters who relished combat or needed to work themselves into a fury to overcome their fear. Fighting to Urokk came naturally, he did not enjoy it and he feared no death, he longed for it. It felt like someone else was shouting "Durgis… Durgis… Durgis…" as he charged into the fray. But the words were coming from his own mouth.
Urokk jumped high into the air before the pool. His urutuk came down at the same time as his feet splashed into the water.
1st
[Hit – charge and attack with urutuk as a full round action]
It was still a strange feeling for the dworg to feel, through the handle of his hatchet, the blade rip through flesh and bone. He was more accustomed to bringing death with his bare hands.
[Miss]
The war cries of both the dworg and the dwarf spoiled their element of surprise. The orcs was ready for Urokk and parried the blow, preparing to strike back itself.
2nd
[Hit – two weapon attack]
Urokk's urutuks became a blur of sliver and crimson in the dark. The orc stood no chance against such an onslaught. The dworg saw fear in its eyes as it frantically fended off blows in vain.
[Miss]
This orc was good, a veteran of many battles by the look of scars on his arm. The dworg would have to up his game if he was to defeat this adversary.
[OOC – Urokk will also attack the orcs with the intention of dealing with the big fella on its own]
Justin Kroona
[Brew/new]
Brew leaned against the wall as the warriors of the
group moved off into the dark towards the sound of
battle. He had idea what they were going off to
fight, he didn't want to know. If it was orcs, what
were they doing here? And how badly did that bode for
their continued journey in these caves? Was there a
legate with them? Brew listened to the sounds of
combat, straining to hear any chanting or words of
praise to the Dark One, any clue to indicate if a
legate was present.
(Round 1: Brew Listens to see if he hears any sounds
of spellcasting. I'm assuming he does not.)
Brew didn't hear anything to indicate a legate was
around, but it was hard to tell with all of the
shouting. Brew was still concerned, maybe he needed
to get a bit closer? He wanted to be certain, well as
certain as he could be without joining the fray.
Cautiously, Brew moved to the edge of the circle of
light cast by Atur's lamp and he listened again.
(Brew moves to L14 and Listens again)
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Bill Boyden
[Greta/old]
"I will stick close to you, we both need the light and together we can kill the enemy swifter," she said softly to Kruack.
Kruack/new
He nodded in agreement as he was peering through the darkness watching for any movement as they moved along this tunnel
Grakram/old
he charged forward towards the nearest orc.
Kruack/new
just as they seemed to get closer to where the dwarf and dworg was standing the smaller figure darted off well as fast and can be for a dwarf just a meer second later the larger figure followed behind.
[Greta/old]
"We must hurry," she growled to Kruack as she rushed forward towards the battle, her black spear glittering wickedly in the dim light.
Kruack/new
Agreed...He replied I guess now is the time caution has to be all but put aside he thought to himself...as greta passed him not by far but a few steps
Round two move Z14-- As the pair approached and the sounds of a battle increased the enenmys started to draw out clearer and clearer as they moved forward first the outline of an orc was seen which started the wildlanders almost natural instict to want to kill the thing as he moved closer and a second orcs outline drew out he hoped their would be at least alittle orc for him left when he got there
Just as a large outline was drawing out not fully in the light but seemed to be an orc, which then he knew there would be no problem that he would definelty have something to fight when he got there..
As greta brushed past kruack pointed with his blade....There the large beast that shall be our target I just hope brew comes to his senses
Carinthia Devi
merely a day, were hardly the sort of people she had imagined herself
with. The two gnomes were the singular reason she stayed. While the
larger races communicated several feet above their heads, the Halfling
and the gnomes held their own whispered conversation amongst
themselves.
In a day Cita knew the pair better than the others had managed in
weeks. The others only spoke when it was necessary, spending most of
their time in brooding silence, consumed with their inner conflicts.
Brew mumbled to himself aggressively, no need for another person with
whom to hold a conversation. Greta and the monster, that the others
called Urokk, were stoic, Grakram confrontational and Ganwin
flirtatious only with the shadow. That left Kurack but the young
wildlander was on edge in the dark and had remained silent.
Their reaction to the sounds of Black Tongue confirmed her concerns
about a suicidal nature. Perhaps it was courageous, but she had seen
what the shadow was capable of. She raised an eyebrow at the younger
gnome who grinned sheepishly back at her. Wendle rolled his eyes to
explain the futility of the situation. The older gnome was brave but
not crazy. Prepared to defend his position with his life but not take
one.
Brew seemed to have ignored the three of them for the time being.
"What shall we do?" Cita asked in a whisper, looking pointedly in the
opposite direction as if to suggest leaving the others here. Wendle
smiled sadly and shook his head.
"They carry something that they do not realise the importance of yet.
I must accompany them back to Caradul."
Wendle had told her this already, but she found it hard to see what
was so important. It a subject that the gnome was closed about.
"Well we better help them then," Cita sighed.
"Or we could just wait here. Just saying what your both thinking,"
Artur added the last looking at his feet.
"Come on!" Wendle said, loading his bow as he walked, and the others
followed him into the cave.
Cita shivered as she imagined what might be in there. It reminded her
of her entrance to the Salt mines of Aarl, but nothing could be as
frightening as what she had beheld that day.
[Move cautiously into the cave for two rounds]
Fabian Benavente
I'm back. I'll get a turn out tomorrow night unless there's a lot of catch
up at work.
L8r,
Fabian
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Sent: Friday, June 22, 2007 10:47 AM
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Fabian Benavente
I'm still here playing catch-up. i did manage to roll the dice and figure
out the outcome of the fight so far. I'll get something out tomorrow.