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Kargan finishes his retort and then emphasises it by cleanly cutting the Orcs head from its shoulders.
Titus refines his aim and with the distraction of Breccha and Eedim manages to scrape an arrow past the Orcs leaders defenses. It sinks into his shoulder just beneath the large amour plate.
Kryinor's magical stone skips off the floor aimed at a point the quick Orcs is no longer in. Out of the corner of his wary eye he spots a singed and angry looking Orc scout sneaking up the South West passage , a lit firebomb in its hand ready for a throw, it hesitates while deciding where it will do the most damage.
Breccha swinging like a maddened boar lands blows that would devastate a normal foe, but the cunning Orc shifts aside or deliberately moves his armour to intervene. Its dfenses prove insurmountable in this exchange of blows.
Zaxx's firebolt fails to find a its target in the maelstrom of steel and flesh around the Orc leader.
Eedim swings again. Attack: 19 Damage: 8
"Kill me and my people will know good sport is to be found here along the Tribaor Trail..." The huge Orc laughs, "The Many Arrows tribe longs to test its metal against worthy foes."
Swing its two hand axes with blinding speed the Orc leader continues to single out Breccha as the most dangerous foe.
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Kryinor looses another stone with startling accuracy and it flies into the South East passage and smashes the fire bomb in the Orc Scouts hand!
The creature gives on last pain filled cry as it is engulfed in sticky flames and falls to char and crack on the fire coated floor.
Kargan, Breccha, Titus, and Eedim all attack the Orc Leader. Many of the blows are either dodged, blocked, or find armour instead of flesh but some get through and green blood begins to drip onto the stone beneath its feet.
Zaxx flings another bolt of fire over the shoulders of his companions singing green flesh!
"Grmmsh, Grummsh thank you for this glorious battle!" The Orc Leader cries, "My death will bring the tribes, there is good fighting and plunder in this land!"
Then the mighty Orc presses his attacks! He decides to focus on ancient hatred and concentrates all of his blows on Kargan.
Kargan swings hard at the Orc leader but his blow is deflected by raised hand axe.
With uncanny skill Titus takes advantage of the momentary gap in the huge Orcs defenses. The long shaft flies from the bow string and sinks deep into he arm pit of the Leader.
The big Orc stumbles back a step, and coughs up a gout of blood from nose and mouth. Falling to one knee it speaks its last blood flecked words, "A... worthy... fight... Gruumsh will be pleased." It looks up and smiles.
"The Many Arrows will fall on your lands like rain..." a long rivulet of blood and spittle leaves its mouth and it falls to the stone floor, Dead.
OOC:
Searching the area you find the rough but serviceable armour, tools, and weapons of the Orc raiding party and an unlocked treasure chest in the cave holds 750 cp, 180 sp, 62 ep, 30 gp, and three vials of perfume (10 gp each).
There are also 3 remaining Fire bombs: 2d6 damage, + 1d6 per round for 1d4 rounds in a 15 foot area. Fumble means you drop it and it goes off with you as the center. DEX Save DC 12 to take half 2d6 damage with no extra fire damage. Miss the bomb scatters in one of 1d8 compass points for 1d6 x 5 feet.
"Job well done lads, 'nother nest of Grobbi cleaned out! I dunno 'bout the rest o' ye, but I say we take our ease here for a wee bit. An' if we're lucky, some more of their chums will return from patrol, mae axe is still keen for more work!"
Zaxx mops his brow and gives Mr Skittles a celebratory high-five.
"Well played, my boon companions! Well played! I agree with the dwarf. Perhaps a short rest to catch our breath? I feel I've definitely learned a thing or two about the tactics of magic versus orcs that I'd like to contemplate upon."
After putting any remaining fires out and stowing the gathered loot, you all move towards the mouth of the cave and drag the bodies of your fallen enemies out of sight. Free of the stench of the greenskin occupation you feel at last you can rest and recuperate from the days exertions.
The afternoon and night pass by and you breakfast on simple traveling fare and make ready for the day ahead.
The menace of Wyvern Tor now dealt with, albeit the threat of looming increased greenskin activity in the Triboar area, you debate your next moves.
Eedim finishes a swig of early morning stiffener and slurs..."So, Ol' Owl Well or the Banssshee?"
"I do believe I promised our nature loving wolf friend a guided tour to Thundertree. What say you Druid? Undead or Thundertree? I'll go where you decide"
With that Titus closes his notebook he had been writing in, carefully stows the worked leather bound tome in his backpack and starts readying his accoutrements for the days march.
Kryinor picks one of the magically imbued stones and aims for the big brutes ankle.
Attack: 7 Damage: 6
Then he will turn to look down the south eastern passage listening for more enimies that might come from deeper in the cave.
Perception : 11
Breccha's fury raises to fever pitch and he returns attack.
Att1: 21
d1: 6
Att2: 10
d2: 13
Kargan finishes his retort and then emphasises it by cleanly cutting the Orcs head from its shoulders.
Titus refines his aim and with the distraction of Breccha and Eedim manages to scrape an arrow past the Orcs leaders defenses. It sinks into his shoulder just beneath the large amour plate.
Kryinor's magical stone skips off the floor aimed at a point the quick Orcs is no longer in. Out of the corner of his wary eye he spots a singed and angry looking Orc scout sneaking up the South West passage , a lit firebomb in its hand ready for a throw, it hesitates while deciding where it will do the most damage.
Breccha swinging like a maddened boar lands blows that would devastate a normal foe, but the cunning Orc shifts aside or deliberately moves his armour to intervene. Its dfenses prove insurmountable in this exchange of blows.
Zaxx's firebolt fails to find a its target in the maelstrom of steel and flesh around the Orc leader.
Eedim swings again. Attack: 19 Damage: 8
"Kill me and my people will know good sport is to be found here along the Tribaor Trail..." The huge Orc laughs, "The Many Arrows tribe longs to test its metal against worthy foes."
Swing its two hand axes with blinding speed the Orc leader continues to single out Breccha as the most dangerous foe.
Orc Leader:Attack 1: Attack: 23 Damage: 11
Orc Leader Attack 2: Attack: 6 Damage: 4
OOC: Your turn adventurers, what do you do?
Titus silently knocks and fire again at the mammoth Orc.
Attack: 18 Damage: 16
I charge the orc chief
"Your teeth will decorate the halls of Nyr Gǟthǫl Džörn, such is the fate of all who defiled our hall!!"
att 5
dmg 3
Kryinor yells "Look out!"Before hurling his next magically enchanted stone at the firebomb in the orcs hand.
Attack: 21 Damage: 8
Breccha continues the onslaught of blows
att1: 11
dmg1: 7
att2: 20
dmg2: 11
Zach harumphs in frustration as the big orc refuses to drop.
"DIE! DIE! DIE!" shrieks the young mage, spitting another jet of flame from his finger tips.
[Cast Firebolt again. Attack: 7 Damage: 10 fire ]
Kryinor looses another stone with startling accuracy and it flies into the South East passage and smashes the fire bomb in the Orc Scouts hand!
The creature gives on last pain filled cry as it is engulfed in sticky flames and falls to char and crack on the fire coated floor.
Kargan, Breccha, Titus, and Eedim all attack the Orc Leader. Many of the blows are either dodged, blocked, or find armour instead of flesh but some get through and green blood begins to drip onto the stone beneath its feet.
Zaxx flings another bolt of fire over the shoulders of his companions singing green flesh!
"Grmmsh, Grummsh thank you for this glorious battle!" The Orc Leader cries, "My death will bring the tribes, there is good fighting and plunder in this land!"
Then the mighty Orc presses his attacks! He decides to focus on ancient hatred and concentrates all of his blows on Kargan.
Orc Leader Attack 1: Attack: 15 Damage: 4
Orc Leader Attack 2: Attack: 17 Damage: 5
"Ha, call every Grobbi in the lands, mae axe is ready, more teeth for the walls of Nyr Gǟthǫl Džörn !!"
att: 22
dmg: 9
[Moving 45deg NE 1 square]
Titus looses again.
Attack: 23 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
9 + 1
thats 22 +whatever magics in the bow) hit 20 damage booyar hopefully
Kargan swings hard at the Orc leader but his blow is deflected by raised hand axe.
With uncanny skill Titus takes advantage of the momentary gap in the huge Orcs defenses. The long shaft flies from the bow string and sinks deep into he arm pit of the Leader.
The big Orc stumbles back a step, and coughs up a gout of blood from nose and mouth. Falling to one knee it speaks its last blood flecked words, "A... worthy... fight... Gruumsh will be pleased." It looks up and smiles.
"The Many Arrows will fall on your lands like rain..." a long rivulet of blood and spittle leaves its mouth and it falls to the stone floor, Dead.
OOC:
Searching the area you find the rough but serviceable armour, tools, and weapons of the Orc raiding party and an unlocked treasure chest in the cave holds 750 cp, 180 sp, 62 ep, 30 gp, and three vials of perfume (10 gp each).
There are also 3 remaining Fire bombs: 2d6 damage, + 1d6 per round for 1d4 rounds in a 15 foot area. Fumble means you drop it and it goes off with you as the center. DEX Save DC 12 to take half 2d6 damage with no extra fire damage. Miss the bomb scatters in one of 1d8 compass points for 1d6 x 5 feet.
Welcome to Level 4!
After checking there are no more orcs about, I take my knife and remove the biggest tooth from the orc boss
"Och, I dunno if yer Gruumsh will be pleased to see yer tooth hung on the walls o' a dwarf hold laddie!!"
"Job well done lads, 'nother nest of Grobbi cleaned out! I dunno 'bout the rest o' ye, but I say we take our ease here for a wee bit. An' if we're lucky, some more of their chums will return from patrol, mae axe is still keen for more work!"
Zaxx mops his brow and gives Mr Skittles a celebratory high-five.
"Well played, my boon companions! Well played! I agree with the dwarf. Perhaps a short rest to catch our breath? I feel I've definitely learned a thing or two about the tactics of magic versus orcs that I'd like to contemplate upon."
After putting any remaining fires out and stowing the gathered loot, you all move towards the mouth of the cave and drag the bodies of your fallen enemies out of sight. Free of the stench of the greenskin occupation you feel at last you can rest and recuperate from the days exertions.
The afternoon and night pass by and you breakfast on simple traveling fare and make ready for the day ahead.
The menace of Wyvern Tor now dealt with, albeit the threat of looming increased greenskin activity in the Triboar area, you debate your next moves.
Eedim finishes a swig of early morning stiffener and slurs..."So, Ol' Owl Well or the Banssshee?"
"I do believe I promised our nature loving wolf friend a guided tour to Thundertree. What say you Druid? Undead or Thundertree? I'll go where you decide"
With that Titus closes his notebook he had been writing in, carefully stows the worked leather bound tome in his backpack and starts readying his accoutrements for the days march.
"Aye, choose our path laddie, it seems all the lands are overrun wi' Grobbi, so any road ye choose will make work for mae axe!!"