You see armed soldiers running through the cobbled streets toward a mass of smoke on the outside of the town
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Davis you see your old commrade with his arm still in a sling his other arm wielding a longsword
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I man covered in chain mail and wearing the towns coat of arms runs up and onto a stack of barrels and shouts "The west wall has been breached I repeat the west wall has been breached by a group of orcs and goblins, all men at arms report to the west wall at once this is not a drill a repeat not a drill!" His voice rings out through the square and he sounds almost frantic.
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Moving up to his old companion, Davis eyes the sword the other holds. "So what is going on?" He asks, running a hand along the shaft of his glaive as he looks from the wounded man to the smoke.
Keenor can tell the smoke is coming from the west side of the town
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Your old comrade turns to Davis and says "west wall has been breached they need all the help they can get there might be a troll among the orcs this is a disaster!"
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Pushing his way out of the tavern and through the crowd outside with a tankard of ale in hand sloshing and spilling out, a tall man with shaggy red/brown hair dressed in chainmail armor, breeches, and worn leather boots, the standard gear for an infantryman stumbles out and looks at the chaos unfolding. "What is going on in this blasted place?!" Talmond said out loud.
Overhearing one of the towns guard saying a breach was made on the west wall from marauding hordes of Orcs and Goblins, Talmond rolls his eyes in annoyance Can't a man just get some peace and enjoy an ale?! he thought to himself. Taking a long draught of his ale Talmond tosses the tankard over his shoulder while wielding his shield and longsword. The Fighter makes his way towards the west wall while warming up by doing some minor stretches.
OOC - Sorry I'm a bit late, I read up on what's going on. Just let me know if I'm missing any important information or if I mess up on rolls. Here is my character sheetTalmond - Character Sheet
The smoke seems to be coming from a farm out side of the wooden wall but as a fiery splintery beam falls onto the wall the wall to catches on fire
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you see a wave of orcs and goblins pushing through each other and into a gap in the wall. In the middle of them stands a large troll. roaring and shouting he rears his hand back and throws a bolder if flies into the wall winding the gap
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Making his way to the source of the excitement, the Fighter tries to get information on what's going on. "What's going on here?" Talmond asks a town guard that hurriedly rushes by without noticing. "Hey! Tell me what's happening??" Talmond asks again to a villager, but they're too shooken up to talk coherently. "Blast it!" yelled Talmond in frustration as his anger calms down a bit he couldn't help but notice a High Elf strangely dressed like a pirate in these parts. The Fighter walks over to the High Elf and asks "you are definitely not from around here and neither am I, can you tell me what in the Nine Hells is going on?"
Rushing out of a tavern is a fair skinned man, no more than 17 years of age, with brown hair and green eyes. Unsheathing his sword he races towards the source of the smoke, muttering to himself, "What in the great world is happening? It seems one can never enjoy a moment of relaxation nowadays". After running for a bit he arrives at the source of the smoke.
He sees a massive horde of ocrs and goblins with a troll in the middle throwing boulders. The surrounding wall is burning.
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The orc cries in pain and looks at you with pure hatred but another wave of orcs surge forward and he is lost to the crowd.
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You see armed soldiers running through the cobbled streets toward a mass of smoke on the outside of the town
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Davis you see your old commrade with his arm still in a sling his other arm wielding a longsword
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I man covered in chain mail and wearing the towns coat of arms runs up and onto a stack of barrels and shouts "The west wall has been breached I repeat the west wall has been breached by a group of orcs and goblins, all men at arms report to the west wall at once this is not a drill a repeat not a drill!" His voice rings out through the square and he sounds almost frantic.
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Moving up to his old companion, Davis eyes the sword the other holds. "So what is going on?" He asks, running a hand along the shaft of his glaive as he looks from the wounded man to the smoke.
Keenor can tell the smoke is coming from the west side of the town
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Your old comrade turns to Davis and says "west wall has been breached they need all the help they can get there might be a troll among the orcs this is a disaster!"
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Talmond
Pushing his way out of the tavern and through the crowd outside with a tankard of ale in hand sloshing and spilling out, a tall man with shaggy red/brown hair dressed in chainmail armor, breeches, and worn leather boots, the standard gear for an infantryman stumbles out and looks at the chaos unfolding. "What is going on in this blasted place?!" Talmond said out loud.
Overhearing one of the towns guard saying a breach was made on the west wall from marauding hordes of Orcs and Goblins, Talmond rolls his eyes in annoyance Can't a man just get some peace and enjoy an ale?! he thought to himself. Taking a long draught of his ale Talmond tosses the tankard over his shoulder while wielding his shield and longsword. The Fighter makes his way towards the west wall while warming up by doing some minor stretches.
OOC - Sorry I'm a bit late, I read up on what's going on. Just let me know if I'm missing any important information or if I mess up on rolls. Here is my character sheet Talmond - Character Sheet
The smoke seems to be coming from a farm out side of the wooden wall but as a fiery splintery beam falls onto the wall the wall to catches on fire
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you see a wave of orcs and goblins pushing through each other and into a gap in the wall. In the middle of them stands a large troll. roaring and shouting he rears his hand back and throws a bolder if flies into the wall winding the gap
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Talmond
Making his way to the source of the excitement, the Fighter tries to get information on what's going on. "What's going on here?" Talmond asks a town guard that hurriedly rushes by without noticing. "Hey! Tell me what's happening??" Talmond asks again to a villager, but they're too shooken up to talk coherently. "Blast it!" yelled Talmond in frustration as his anger calms down a bit he couldn't help but notice a High Elf strangely dressed like a pirate in these parts. The Fighter walks over to the High Elf and asks "you are definitely not from around here and neither am I, can you tell me what in the Nine Hells is going on?"
Rushing out of a tavern is a fair skinned man, no more than 17 years of age, with brown hair and green eyes. Unsheathing his sword he races towards the source of the smoke, muttering to himself, "What in the great world is happening? It seems one can never enjoy a moment of relaxation nowadays". After running for a bit he arrives at the source of the smoke.
What does he see?
Perception check: 11
DM - PeculiarDragon's Rime of the Frostmaiden
He sees a massive horde of ocrs and goblins with a troll in the middle throwing boulders. The surrounding wall is burning.
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Ander yells a battle cry as he charges the nearest orc, his swords held high.
Shortsword Attack 1 - To hit: 19 Damage: 4
Shortsword Attack 2 - To hit: 20 Damage: 4
DM - PeculiarDragon's Rime of the Frostmaiden
The orc cries in pain and looks at you with pure hatred but another wave of orcs surge forward and he is lost to the crowd.
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Are there any other people fighting the orcs?
Perception check: 5
DM - PeculiarDragon's Rime of the Frostmaiden
Davis nodds to his old companion. He hefts his glaive and strides towards the breach in the wall.