Thurston let out a Norscan cry of battle when the ettin falls under his friends attacks. He looks around and momentary asses how the battle is going. He sees Val is under dire straits with enemies all around the brave barbarian. 

He looks to Hürrig and Bründir and smirks. 

"I know you got this my friends. Have fun!" 

He then turns towards Val and raises Rikkazarik into the air. He yells and a lightining came down the sky with the roar of a thunder and surrounds the head of the hammer and the paladin's arm. He then jumps into the air, the cloack billowing behind him and lands just at the other side of the enemies that surrounds Val. 

As he lands, he slams the hammer into the ground and the thunder and lighting explodes and cracks around covering two of the goblins with lighting and sending one of them flying iunto the air. 

He stands, with lighting still covering his armor and flesh and closing some of the wounds  the ettin inflicted. 

"You wanted all the fun for your own brave Val? Care to share? " he smiles to the goliath.

 As the goblin retreats, Jex hears the crackle of static as Thurston lands at the campfire and breathes a sigh of relief. Cautiously he rounds the tent, and with all the grace he can muster, leaps beautifully toe to toe as he gains pace, carrying all the momentum of his run into an arcing spin he slashes diagonally upwards across one of the goblins, opening it up as its insides begin to spill out onto the ashes of the fire. He finishes the spin with a grunt of effort, thrusting out his left hand into the eye of the startled goblin. It catches on its skull and Jex has to lean his weight in to force the blade sideways onto its eye. 

"Six, Seven"

He breathes deeply, forcing a rasp through gritted teeth. He reaches out to lean on Thurston's armour, leaving a bloody handprint where it lands.

"My friend... So glad... You're here... I am... Gravely wounded..." He breathes heavily between his words, moving his other hand to reveal the cut across his thigh beneath his cloak.

"Please."

Seeing his friend wounded Thurston holds him

"I got you Jex but that one last... it's mine! I got him with my lightining! " 

"Thank you. But you are mistaken. I took out his eye. Your lightning merely singed his eyebrows." Jex leans on his friend, forcing a weak smile.

Both Vark and the wagon sway as the bugbear heaves itself up and sends its morning-star clanging into Vark's shinguard. His leg recoils in pain and he hangs in the air for a moment as he again infuses his wepaon with elemental power. "Stay DOWN!" he shouts as he thrusts Path Maker down into the goblinoid. Again, the bugbear plummets away from the concussive thunder, but this time its neck snaps back as it falls and its skull collides with the hard packed earth. For a moment at least the cretin obeys Vark's order, as blood pools out from beneath its head.

Val grins over at Thurston's dramatic appearance. "I never share!" She shouts over the din of battle as more of the goblins find the soft spots in her armor. "Little shits! Stop that!" She roars in angered pain as she slams the heavy, stone head of Rook into the neck of the remaining warg that its head is torn from the body in a massive spray of blood as flesh rips and bone is rent and shattered by the powerful blow. She turns to face the little goblins, heaving with rage and screams defiantly in their faces. "Flee vermin! FLEE!" Warg blood sprays from her hammer as she whirls it around in a shocking display.

Meanwhile at the gate, Brundir and Hurrig stood against their next foe. Where the others were counting tallies with small fodder, the dwarves aimed for (literally) larger victories. Against the meaty ogre, Brundir rushed forward. His blade came down hard, but the giantkin brought its club around to parry easily. Undeterred, the dwarf stands with shield and blade ready for counterattack.

Moradin's hammer also moves to Val's aid, dealing a brutal injury to a goblin's torso. Meanwhile, the runes running across the surface of Karakaklad light up a brilliant blue as Hurrig blasts the ogre with a pulse of energy the leaves the giant shining as a clear target to Bründir. The retaliation is swift and the ogre finally hits home with a powerful blow that even the ancient adamantine armour cannot completely absorb.

Hurrig takes 22 points of bludgeoning damage, reduced to 14 by DR, reduced to 13 by soak -> 37/50 Vigour.

The remaining hobgoblin rushes forwards to engage Bründir, but the dwarf is ready for the attack and neatly dodges it.

Around Val, wounded goblins break and scatter in all directions as the barbarian's allies rush to her aid. The remaining hobgoblins, quickly reassess the situation, withdrawing from melee with remarkable skill and forming a phalanx at the entrance to the large tent. Longspears bristle between the flaps of leather and fabric.

Thurston's action.

"Your rules... " replies the norscan to his friend while putting Rikkazarik's head just an inch from Jex's wound "... my ass!" 

A spark of electricity jumps from Thurston's hammer towards Jex injuries, crawling along them and cauterizing them as they pass throuhgh. 

Jex feels a little burnt as the lighting heals his wounds. 

"We had an agreement, the big ones are worth four points. " he let Jex in the ground, standing on his feet. 

"And don't be a baby, that wounds weren't so bad... " he smirks at his friend, hit Val on her shoulder as he walks away and says " You greedy one..." with a wink and he goes towards the then, keeping his distance from the organized phalanx and keeping an eye on the ogre, the bugbear and the two dwarves. 

Jex pokes out his tongue with a grin as he feels the lightening already stitching together his flesh. The tingling sensation is odd, but far from unpleasant. Slapping Thurston on the back as he too looks to rejoin the battle, he takes up a place around the cart, looking at the ogre. He thinks for a moment he sees an opening. Letting a dagger fly perfectly free at the back of the beast. His aim is perfect as ever, but he has misjudged the amount of fat and his dagger is unable to penetrate far enough to hit anything vital. He swears and ducks his head down again, looking also towards the hobgoblins.

Vark’s features remain locked in a furious grimace as he surveys the battlefield from his tower of hay. His companions have the ogre and the goblins handled, but now the hobgoblins present a new defensive front. The sorcerer begins a low incantation and begins to rise several feet into the air. For a moment, brooding clouds appear around the front of the tent causing the warriors to tense in anticipation. But as quickly as the storm appears it erupts in a deafening crash, highlighted by criss-crossing red lightning streaks. The two closest to the focal point are thrown to the ground where they bounce like discarded toys. The further hobgoblins manage to brace themselves despite being battered by the now ruined tent as it is ripped apart from the blast. Finally, even though the wounded bugbear nearby seems far enough away to avoid the attack, the shockwave is just enough to disrupt his balance and the fall proves fatal. Vark marvels at his destruction and calls out to his friends. “Try and keep up you guys!”

Hurrig, hearing Vark's cacophonous blast on the Hobgoblins, sends his hammer toward them. Landing a great hit on one of the goblins, but not strong enough to penetrate its defenses. The hammer gongs against the Hobgoblins solid metal. "Don't worry! I have a little trick ta help with those buggers! Brundir and I just need ta finish up with this big fella!" The dwarf calls out to his Half Orc friend. Another anvil appears in the sky, above the ogre's head. A red hot, ghostly hammer strikes the anvil several times, before the ogre is clasping one hand to his head covering an ear and screaming. 

Great...more of the stinking bastards to fight. Side-by-side with Hurrig, the pair faced off against the ogre and bugbear. Temptation was a but too much, and Bründir overreached against the ogre. He lost his footing, but kept his guard, and just missed a counterattack by the flabby brute.

Val watches in awe as the cacophonous roar fills the encampment as hobgoblins are blasted aside by Vark’s magic. She rushes up to prevent the hobgoblins from recovering too much and slams Rook hard into the chainmail of the monster and crushes his chest cavity... The hobgoblin collapses with a horrible wheezing sound before expiring in a pained gasp.... The black sparks swirl down the haft and the magics seal up the last wound marring Val’s body...

The remaining hobgoblin breaks and flees as its comrades are obliterated, but those fighting at the front of the camp are none the wiser. Taking advantage of Bründir's misstep, the ogre and bugbear bring their weapons down on the dwarf in concert, with devastating effect. The ogre's enormous greatclub smashes Bründir in the side causing him to spit up blood, and a moment later the bugbear drives its morning star past the dwarf's guarding blade, gauging a bloody pit where from one of his eyes.

Bründir takes 70 points of damage, reduced to 63 by DR, reduced to 56 by parry -> 0/42 Vigour, 1/14 Wounds, 13 Bleed.

Thurston's action.

Thruston walks towards the still standing ogre. He start spining his hammer from the leather strap that keeps it around his wrist.

"Hear me my friends? Do you think that Thruston had abandoned you? Never!! I am still fighting at your side!!" 

With that he throws the hammer towards the ogre head. It impacts with a loud thunder and the massive ogre, stunned, falls to one knee. 

Rikkazarik flies back to the paladin's hand. 

" Finish him " he says with a smirk. 

Jex stands behind the crate, puffing heavily, the battle had taken its toll on him and he was out of breath. The Scimitar is loose in his right hand and his hidden blade still juts out beneath his left wrist. He looks around for an easy target looking to strike from the shadows, knowing he has little left in his muscles for a prolonged fight. As he glances back at the mess around the tent, thinking to take advantage he hears a roar and terrible scream behind him as Brundir takes two terrible blows to the torso and face. His face pales and his self preservation instincts have him half starting to move towards the hobgoblins and Val, but seeing Brundir's face a bloody mess he swallows hard. Punching his chest twice with the hilt of his scimitar, he gives a quick little jump on the spot, shaking his shoulders loose. He sees Thurston also running towards them and that gives him some comfort. Drawing a final deep breath he notices they are coming harder now, but he knows he can do 20 footfalls before he will need to draw another.

Maximum effort.

He runs forwards, crossing infront of the hammer as Thurston throws it behind his head, skidding to the ground beneath it as it returns, rising up in a fluid motion at the ogre Thurston has brought to its knees, he draws the scimitar across its's throat. "Finish Him" . His feet are still sliding from the skid, he pushes himself all the way to his feet with his left hand to extend the strike and make sure it is fatal, before reaching it over, palm open at the face of the bugbear. Another solid strike, though it mostly bounces off the skull of the creature, Jex falls back into a defensive guard, he can tell there is little left in his arm to parry anything, but stands tall, hoping to look as though there is more strength there than he feels, even if he is on the backs of his heels. Behind his back, the Ogre drops onto its face, dead from the blow.

"Eight" He's panting now.

 "Or is it 11? What should we go with now?"

Vark turns his attention to the last remaining foe. Path Maker begins to spin in his hands like a rapid defensive drill. Red lightning crackles around the weapon before a volley of arcane bolts begin to fly towards the bugbear. One, two, three, four- all of the attacks careen into the brute’s increasingly battered form. By the time Vark is finished the enemy is ragged and bloody, barely clinging to life.

Val turns as she hears the horrible sounds coming from her dwarven companions. Her blood goes colder than is has in a very long time, not since the night she found her entire clan slaughtered... "Brundir!" She breaks into a sprint as she rushes towards everyone else converging upon the remaining bugbear who was already raising its morningstar to deliver a finishing blow to her dwarven companion. She quickly realizes she cannot reach him in time to crush him with Rook. A horrible helplessness fills her until she hears the voice of Larkin, rushing alongside of her, stride for stride. 'Javelins!' She snatches one of the javelin's from her belt and uses the momentum of her reckless charge to hurl it with all her might! The javelin whistles as it slices through the air and slams into the back of the bugbear with such a force that the point penetrates through the bone of its sternum, knocks it from its feet, and then pins the beast to the stone ground.

The fateful maneuver, everything turned to a horrid blur. First, the ogre's trunk of a club slammed through his shield. His elven armour was impressive, but the massive bludgeon nearly sent the dwarf off his feet. No sooner did he catch his feet, a flash of steel and spikes were seen a split-second before sending his senses into a flurry. His senses were knocked clean out for several heartbeats, and his mind fought itself over what to focus on. Threats were before him, but his face was rent by a clean strike. The dwarf could do nothing more than feebly retreat behind his shield and shake himself back to focus.

When he realized further attacks weren't imminent, all Brundir could register was the incredible pain on the side of his face. So great it was that he couldn't open his left eye. The weapon struck too close to the socket, and he couldn't be sure if his eye was awash with blood or split in two. Fear. Unbearable fear intermingled with burning rage overtook him. He considered running, he considered cowering and calling on whatever magic Brynja taught him to heal his wounds. Without realizing, he took a few steps back, just trying to keep himself safe from further attacks. However clarity began to return when a thunderous CRASH erupted, and the ogre toppled before him. He remembered his allies - they were still fighting inside and must be winning. His resolve bolstered, but still stood like a candle in the rain.

His own name carried on the wind, as no sooner did it register in his ears, the offending bugbear's chest exploded and it fell. In a heartbeat more, he realized what happened: Thurston and Valaith came to his rescue. The last of his fear was dispelled when a mailed hand closed over his eyes. Hurrig's hands radiated a warmth - like passing a forge in winter - that suffused the ruined eye socket and numbed the pain. This was too much. First, they took his home, but he was nearly killed handily by Kung. Then, he fell prey to an ambush in the mountains by scattered goblins and nearly got people killed. In the last day, he was almost useless compared to everyone else, and now he's mortally wounded while others were routing four times their number. With pain abated, rage took its place. Brundir threw aside Hurrig's hand and charged the impaled bugbear, "C'mere now, yer not dyin' yet!" He grabbed the goblin-brute's chin and held it close. Blood was spilling from it's mouth as blood pooled within, "Wake up, damnit!" The dwarf's fist hit next to the javelin wound, but vigour was driven back into the ravaged chest. The bugbear sputtered and coughed, barely clinging to life. Brundir was so close, his face was all that could be seen, "Look at me, damnit! You did this."  The dwarf jabbed a finger to point at his closed left eye. The bugbear stared in confusion and agony, trying to comprehend his captor, "Wisdom of th' Mountain: Half given, twice received. Now, give'em 'ere!" Dumdrengi drove up and cleaved the furry, blood face. First the left, as was fitting, then the right for interest demanded. The bugbear managed only feeble thrashing and protests against the enraged dwarf.

The deed was finally done. Two severed eyes lay next to an unconscious bugbear, Brundir stood panting and staring at his work with rage still burning. "No, not yet," he muttered. Again he took the bugbear once more and shook it. Vigour flowed a final time, just enough to rouse a reaction in the large form. It whimpered weakly, pleading wordlessly, "That was fer me. This is fer Sheercleft." The dwarf dropped the bugbear back to the ground, raised Dumdrengi high, then drove it cleanly into  the goblinkin's neck. Blood bubbled from the fatal wound, as though words were still hoping to find their way out. Brundir finally collapsed to his knees, supported slightly by his blade. He touched a hand to his eye, and though his vengeance wasn't far from sated, the spiteful torture brought a dark solace to his mind. Death is too kind, and if he had the power, he would hang the thing from a spike and have it cry mercy for years. A deep breath, and he felt a warmth flow from his hand to his face as the last of his own magic was spent.

Nothing mattered now. Let the camp burn, let the earth open to take him. He was crippled and wounded beyond repair.