Breccha runs, sweat dripping from his brow, long muscled legs eating the distance that lies between him and his endangered companion. Suddenly in his path, a familiar looking scruffy rat stands on a large stone comically waving its fore-paws. It gives the barbarian a knowing look and scampers off at a slight tangent to his current path.
Slowly but surely Kargan, Eedim, and Kryinor bring up the rear with their companions ever increasing the distance between them. Scanning the skies for large wing born threats they find them clear. The only evidence of activity they find are the tracks of the Orcs, and their friends.
Zaxx keeps his distance and observes Titus' captors. Moving through the rough scrub is no easy task. Gully's, potholes, and washes crisscross the landscape. Although doing his best he often loses sight of his quarry, though thus far always finding them within moments.
Working his way up the side of a steep cut in the rocky ground he is a jot too slow to catch them topping the next rise and the duo and their unconscious burden move out of sight again.
Carefully picking up the pace, as he has done numerous times in this current pursuit Zaxx makes his way to the next rise to find his foes. But they are gone. Moving down into the small dale he begins to climb the next bank and almost makes the top of the rise as a hulking brute of and Orc sporting a huge axe and painted skin steps into his path. At the same time a voice behind him says, "Well, well Gorbag, wot 'ave we got 'ere?"
The big Orc replies, "Looks like we got a Wizza. Dats wot it looks like Snaga. Da Big boss will be 'appy about dis."
Snaga answers, "Now now den Mr Wizza don't do nuffin magiccy or dangerous or we might 'ave to 'urt youse. Just give up nice and easy and we can all take a nice li'l' stroll back to camp for a chat a bit o' grogg wiv da boss. Dat alroight?"
Zaxx stands in the bright sun ans his hands are tied and mouth gagged. Snaga and Gorbag debate the finer points of knocking him out of the continued journey. Zaxx makes Snaga as the 'brains' of the outfit when Gorbag concedes he does in fact not want to carry both of them back to the Tor.
Marching off with the smaller Orc, Snaga, prodding him along with his own staff, Zaxx watches the big one, Gorbag, walk along with the senseless form of Titus draped over his shoulder. The Elven rangers head lolls this way and that with the swaying motion of the greenskined barbarians step.
LATER...
Breccha races across the country side leaving his companions far back in his wake, Topping a rise he sees the small group making its way across the broken landscape of the foothills surrounding the Sword Mountains. Two Orcs and his two companions, Zaxx, by his Wizards robes, prodded along by one, and Titus carries on the broad shoulders of the other.
Burdened by their captives they are moving slowly and would be easy to catch up. The barbarian is confident that he is as yet unseen by his quarry.
Kryinor will follow the tracks of Titus. When the party comes across the scene of the battle Between Titus and the bezerker Kryinor will stoop down where the blood of both combatants have mingled together, running two fingers through the blood before bringing it up to his nose and sniffing. "This is both orc and elvish blood. This is Titus's blood... "
For Don
Emotions Check: The smell of both orc and elvish blood brings back horrible memories from Kryinor's past. From a time when he was too late, and did nothing.
DC: 15
Pass: Kryinor's rage will take hold but he will still keep his stealth while he hunts the orcs.
Fail: Kryinor will rush like a hound out of hell until he finds Titus dead or alive.
10
Kryinor rises and talking to himself starts to mutter. " A fool, an absolute fool i have been, worrying about my own safety, slowly creeping along while my friend has been fighting our enemies! How could I let this happen again, no not again, never again, not the same way twice, back then i could do nothing, now it is different." Kryinors voice is starting to get louder now it is almost a shout as he continues his tirade. " NOW, NOW I AM STRONG, STRONG ENOUGH TO DEFEND MY FRIENDS AND MAKE SURE NO HARM BEFALLS THEM, YOU WILL SEE, YOU WILL SEE LUNA!" At this point Kryinor shifts into Dire wolf form, his eyes savage and unnerving. he make an almighty howl "AAAAAWWWHHHHOOOO" Before sprinting off into the forest as fast as his legs will carry him in the direction of the tracks and the smell of the orcs and Titus.
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Breccha; running along and thinking of rat recipes, spots his companions captured by the orcs. quickly he surveys the landscape as a man of the wilds can and decides on the best possible course to run and attack the orcs from behind with as much stealth and cover as he can. Realising he can head them off due to their slow pace he plots to cut in front of them and mount a one man ambush.
As Breccha skirts around the motley group of captors and captives he observes a the smaller Orc in what looks like rough made camouflage garb move off quickly to the side, bow in hand, arrow knocked. The big one keeps Zaxx moving along, awkwardly in his bonds, in front of him while Titus remains slung over his shoulder.
Breccha notes that the big one looks slyly in his direction now and then and figures the Orcs have spotted him and are making preparations for an ambush.
He also spies a position up ahead where he could face them without the smaller one getting behind for a sneaky shot, but it did mean boxing himself in for a fight.
On the other hand they were unprepared for direct action at this moment and he might surprise them if he charged in.
Kryinor moves fast across the landscape large wolf paws eating up the distance between him and his foes.
Kargan and Eedim pick up the pace as best they can, their short stature built for a sprint not this long distance pacing. Though it was well known that if a chase covered days or more Dwarves and Gnomes were the favored contender. Given the legendary endurance of their races.
Breccha takes note of the situation and decides to directly charge through (now that he has been spotted) aiming to take out the small ambush orc on the way through by acting like he has not seen him but at the last possible moment (allowing for the orc being an archer) changing direction and aiming to cut him down; as he does not want to leave the ambush in place for those following...
With the decisiveness of a hungry bull shark Breccha attacks at a flat out run without stopping - striking two handed as his shield is slung for running :
The smaller Orc is caught off guard by Breccha's sudden action and it flinches wild eyed as the blade of his enchanted longsword sweeps in a deadly arc as the barbarian runs past.
Blade biting deep into green flesh the Orc Scout lets out a wet cry as he is nearly cut in two!
The Second larger Orc sees his companion die and drops his unconscious burden without ceremony to the stony ground.
OOC: Titus Give me a Con Save Vs DC 10 to wake please :)
Gripping its axe in two hands it roars with foaming lips and charges straight at Breccha who in turn rushes through the bloddy ruin of the scout.
The speed and ferocity of the creature surprises even the battle hardened warrior of the forest.
Orc Berserker
Attack: 9 Damage: 9
The great axe misses Breccha the large Orc overextending its swing, putting the wounded creature at a disadvantage!
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The two wild warriors trade blows and breccha scores a solid hit. The foam on his opponents lips is now turning red.
The Orc roars again and attacks with a wide two handed swing.
Orc Beserker
Attack: 23 Damage: 8
The Big Orc is swinging wild and losing momentum.
Unnoticed by all in the vicinity with such violence going on a small furry creature makes its way to the bound Wizard. Zaxx hears an urgent "Squeak, Skreek!" at his feet.
The Orc's roar turns into an exhausted sigh as Breccha skewers it on his blade. The Big creatures falls to its knees and its eyes roll up into its head.
For the moment all threats are dead.
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Mr Skittles runs as fast as his tiny paws can carry him making a break for the rest of the company following behind.
Zaxx maintains distance and keeps Titus' abductors in sight, whilst being as stealthy and cautious as he can.
OOC: Can Zaxx roll for perception and insight please :)
Zaxx tries desperately not to lose track of his friend even though he knows he's not really observant, even at the best of times.
[OOC: Perception 12
Insight 5 ]
Breccha runs, sweat dripping from his brow, long muscled legs eating the distance that lies between him and his endangered companion. Suddenly in his path, a familiar looking scruffy rat stands on a large stone comically waving its fore-paws. It gives the barbarian a knowing look and scampers off at a slight tangent to his current path.
Slowly but surely Kargan, Eedim, and Kryinor bring up the rear with their companions ever increasing the distance between them. Scanning the skies for large wing born threats they find them clear. The only evidence of activity they find are the tracks of the Orcs, and their friends.
Zaxx keeps his distance and observes Titus' captors. Moving through the rough scrub is no easy task. Gully's, potholes, and washes crisscross the landscape. Although doing his best he often loses sight of his quarry, though thus far always finding them within moments.
Working his way up the side of a steep cut in the rocky ground he is a jot too slow to catch them topping the next rise and the duo and their unconscious burden move out of sight again.
Carefully picking up the pace, as he has done numerous times in this current pursuit Zaxx makes his way to the next rise to find his foes. But they are gone. Moving down into the small dale he begins to climb the next bank and almost makes the top of the rise as a hulking brute of and Orc sporting a huge axe and painted skin steps into his path. At the same time a voice behind him says, "Well, well Gorbag, wot 'ave we got 'ere?"
The big Orc replies, "Looks like we got a Wizza. Dats wot it looks like Snaga. Da Big boss will be 'appy about dis."
Snaga answers, "Now now den Mr Wizza don't do nuffin magiccy or dangerous or we might 'ave to 'urt youse. Just give up nice and easy and we can all take a nice li'l' stroll back to camp for a chat a bit o' grogg wiv da boss. Dat alroight?"
"Oh, bugger," pants Zaxx.
He raises his hands into the air and lets his glass staff fall to the ground.
Zaxx stands in the bright sun ans his hands are tied and mouth gagged. Snaga and Gorbag debate the finer points of knocking him out of the continued journey. Zaxx makes Snaga as the 'brains' of the outfit when Gorbag concedes he does in fact not want to carry both of them back to the Tor.
Marching off with the smaller Orc, Snaga, prodding him along with his own staff, Zaxx watches the big one, Gorbag, walk along with the senseless form of Titus draped over his shoulder. The Elven rangers head lolls this way and that with the swaying motion of the greenskined barbarians step.
LATER...
Breccha races across the country side leaving his companions far back in his wake, Topping a rise he sees the small group making its way across the broken landscape of the foothills surrounding the Sword Mountains. Two Orcs and his two companions, Zaxx, by his Wizards robes, prodded along by one, and Titus carries on the broad shoulders of the other.
Burdened by their captives they are moving slowly and would be easy to catch up. The barbarian is confident that he is as yet unseen by his quarry.
'The question now, what to do?'
Kryinor will follow the tracks of Titus. When the party comes across the scene of the battle Between Titus and the bezerker Kryinor will stoop down where the blood of both combatants have mingled together, running two fingers through the blood before bringing it up to his nose and sniffing. "This is both orc and elvish blood. This is Titus's blood... "
For Don
Emotions Check: The smell of both orc and elvish blood brings back horrible memories from Kryinor's past. From a time when he was too late, and did nothing.
DC: 15
Pass: Kryinor's rage will take hold but he will still keep his stealth while he hunts the orcs.
Fail: Kryinor will rush like a hound out of hell until he finds Titus dead or alive.
10
Kryinor rises and talking to himself starts to mutter. " A fool, an absolute fool i have been, worrying about my own safety, slowly creeping along while my friend has been fighting our enemies! How could I let this happen again, no not again, never again, not the same way twice, back then i could do nothing, now it is different." Kryinors voice is starting to get louder now it is almost a shout as he continues his tirade. " NOW, NOW I AM STRONG, STRONG ENOUGH TO DEFEND MY FRIENDS AND MAKE SURE NO HARM BEFALLS THEM, YOU WILL SEE, YOU WILL SEE LUNA!" At this point Kryinor shifts into Dire wolf form, his eyes savage and unnerving. he make an almighty howl "AAAAAWWWHHHHOOOO" Before sprinting off into the forest as fast as his legs will carry him in the direction of the tracks and the smell of the orcs and Titus.
Perception : 16
Survival : 10
"Ach Eedim, the lot o' 'em's gone mad!! Running hither 'n thither like a flock o' headless fowls! Mark mae words, no good will come of it!"
We will follow as quickly as we can, following the trail
perception 23
Breccha; running along and thinking of rat recipes, spots his companions captured by the orcs. quickly he surveys the landscape as a man of the wilds can and decides on the best possible course to run and attack the orcs from behind with as much stealth and cover as he can. Realising he can head them off due to their slow pace he plots to cut in front of them and mount a one man ambush.
Stealth: 18
OOC: May I have a perception and insight roll for Breccha please :)
Percept: 8
Insight: 17
As Breccha skirts around the motley group of captors and captives he observes a the smaller Orc in what looks like rough made camouflage garb move off quickly to the side, bow in hand, arrow knocked. The big one keeps Zaxx moving along, awkwardly in his bonds, in front of him while Titus remains slung over his shoulder.
Breccha notes that the big one looks slyly in his direction now and then and figures the Orcs have spotted him and are making preparations for an ambush.
He also spies a position up ahead where he could face them without the smaller one getting behind for a sneaky shot, but it did mean boxing himself in for a fight.
On the other hand they were unprepared for direct action at this moment and he might surprise them if he charged in.
Kryinor moves fast across the landscape large wolf paws eating up the distance between him and his foes.
Kargan and Eedim pick up the pace as best they can, their short stature built for a sprint not this long distance pacing. Though it was well known that if a chase covered days or more Dwarves and Gnomes were the favored contender. Given the legendary endurance of their races.
Breccha takes note of the situation and decides to directly charge through (now that he has been spotted) aiming to take out the small ambush orc on the way through by acting like he has not seen him but at the last possible moment (allowing for the orc being an archer) changing direction and aiming to cut him down; as he does not want to leave the ambush in place for those following...
ooc- what should I roll?
OOC: Roll for attack!
With the decisiveness of a hungry bull shark Breccha attacks at a flat out run without stopping - striking two handed as his shield is slung for running :
Att: 27
Dmg: 13
The smaller Orc is caught off guard by Breccha's sudden action and it flinches wild eyed as the blade of his enchanted longsword sweeps in a deadly arc as the barbarian runs past.
Blade biting deep into green flesh the Orc Scout lets out a wet cry as he is nearly cut in two!
The Second larger Orc sees his companion die and drops his unconscious burden without ceremony to the stony ground.
OOC: Titus Give me a Con Save Vs DC 10 to wake please :)
Gripping its axe in two hands it roars with foaming lips and charges straight at Breccha who in turn rushes through the bloddy ruin of the scout.
The speed and ferocity of the creature surprises even the battle hardened warrior of the forest.
Orc Berserker
Attack: 9 Damage: 9
The great axe misses Breccha the large Orc overextending its swing, putting the wounded creature at a disadvantage!
OOC: Breccha can attack again with advantage:)
Keeping his momentum Breccha meets aggression with aggression..
Att: 14
Dmg: 11
The two wild warriors trade blows and breccha scores a solid hit. The foam on his opponents lips is now turning red.
The Orc roars again and attacks with a wide two handed swing.
Orc Beserker
Attack: 23 Damage: 8
The Big Orc is swinging wild and losing momentum.
Unnoticed by all in the vicinity with such violence going on a small furry creature makes its way to the bound Wizard. Zaxx hears an urgent "Squeak, Skreek!" at his feet.
OOC: Is Zaxx going to try anything?
Sorry I stuffed my post and have to do it again:
a: 20
d: 15
con save 7
The Orc's roar turns into an exhausted sigh as Breccha skewers it on his blade. The Big creatures falls to its knees and its eyes roll up into its head.
For the moment all threats are dead.