Dragon of Icespire Peak ***CLOSED***

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Brutus will pick up the sleeping orcs from the ground.  “I’m taking the sleepy ones, Vaxis!”

mechanics:

Movement a:  Down 2, Left 2.

Action pick up both sleeping orcs.  (If I can only pick up one, Brutus will wait until next round to pick up and carry both. Athletics check if necessary: 23

Movement b:  Movement back towards the gates.  Up 2.

No longer raging.

 

Brutus kneels and gently lifts orc #2, cradling him in his arms as if he were a fragile baby deer. After a few seconds, the orc winks out of his magically-induced slumber to find the enormous firbolg smiling down at him tenderly. (OOC: ORC #2 is grappled by Brutus). The confused orc is at first not quite sure if he is dreaming or perhaps dead and waking up in the place in the Nine Hells reserved for orcs. Coming to his senses, he roars with rage at Brutus and tries to scramble out of his grasp:

Orc #2 Strength (Athletics) 17 vs. Brutus (Strength) Athletics 13

The furious orc drops to the ground, landing prone and quickly realizes his weapons are not where he left them

Unaware that most of the orcs and the dragon had departed (in one way or another), Dazlyn continues to flee in the direction of the temple: “Feet, don’t fail me now!” he exclaims.

(OOC: he will move behind one of the rubble piles and take the Hide action: 1)

Vaxis looks back at the remaining orcs, and sees Brutus. His eyes return to normal, and he somewhat comes to his senses, confused at the display before him.

What in the Nine Hells is he doing? Is he having love for the Orc? He thinks.

He drops his mace, offers a short prayer to Bahamut, and points his finger at the Orc just escaping Brutus' loving embrace. Bright white light begins to engulf the Orc.

(Using Sacred Flame, Dex DC 12. Damage: 3 radiant)

Brutus looks over to Vaxis and shouts “He didn’t want to come with us, we are hitting them again?”

Norbus lifts his pick high above his head and brings it down, pointy end first, in the direction of orc #2’s eye socket:

Attack: 18 vs. AC 13...Damage: 2

The orc throws up a hand to shield his face, taking most of the impact which breaks several bones and one of his large protruding tusks.

The orc shouts something in a language no one understands, but the general feeling is that he is trying to surrender.

"The orc is having giving up. Bind him, I am wanting knowledge of why they're here."

He chuckles a bit despite himself, "And Brutus, we are not having love for the orcs."

Barric turns around as the orc blocking the doorway falls, and seeing his allies still outside mutters a curse and runs towards them.

"By all that is holy Vaxis, none of us speak orc and the dragon is still out here somewhere!"

Barric swings both blades at the orc, turning the blades and attempting to strike both sides of its head with the hilts, hoping to stun or knock the orc unconscious.

Move: 3 SW. Action: Attack: 8 Damage: 9. Bonus Action, Attack: Attack: 10 Damage: 4. Attempting to knock out the orc if reduced to 0 HP.

Edit: Rerolling with advantage. Attack 1: 14. Attack 2 (Crit perhaps?) 25.

Blinding light erupts from the orcs head sending him into a panic as the gouts of divine energy seared his eyes. Barric’s sword thrusts were enough to send the orc hurdling into the afterlife, leaving just the singular sleeping orc left, still quite oblivious to what had been going on around him.

(OOC: at this point, I would consider us out of combat. The sleep spell is still active on the last orc.)

Tabesha'l scans the skies for signs of a returning white wyrm, before striding over to the last orc, who dozes off contentedly, his chest rising in and out with the occasinal gasping and snorting. She wonders idly what the beastly-looking humanoid may be dreaming about.

**  Perception to spot the dragon or any signs of incoming trouble: 17 **

After making sure the fiend was still sound asleep, she turns towards Vaxis and Barric: "Willst thou help me to tie this one up ? I will take him to yon dwarves, methinks they may be able to... convince him to tell us more about what goes on in these parts. I cherish the hope that he may know things about the Great Wyrm that will prove of value. Either that, or reveal other convenient information."

Connak peeks around the corner of the ruined wall, hiding for all he's worth while trying to understand what in the holy elves are they still doing out there?  It is all he can do to resist the urge to yell out for them to get out of the open.

Brutus making sure to walk around the sleeping orc not to wake him,  goes back to the group.    To Vaxis, “I love all, even orc.”  Talking to the rest of the group “Did you see that dragon?  It was huge!  It didn’t eat us.  I think that means something.”  

Tabesha’l scans the skies but finds no indication of approaching danger. The pocket canyon has fallen into peaceful silence other than the sounds of their voices echoing off the walls. Emotions still run high for each member of the group as they reflect back on how much had occurred in such a short period of time: a disturbing voice sent them fleeing from the temple into an encounter with a group of orcs that very possibly would have killed them had it not been for the arrival of a white dragon that could have easily destroyed all twelve of them...but settled for just one. 

Vaxis picks up his mace, and straightens his armor. He looks to Brutus and chuckles a bit.

"Yes, and that was a child spawn. Had it been an adult, our humors would be having sourness. As for the orcs...to each their own, I am thinking."

He moves to the orc, takes out his rope and begins tying the orc up.

"This ghik will be having much anger upon waking. Be prepared for anything. Let us try to not have more bloodshed." He says to Tabesha'l

Brutus shakes his head at tying up the orc.  “It’s a person, not rabid animal.  We fight when needed, to protect the herd.  This one is no danger now.”  After the orc wakes up, Brutus will make a point to drink from his water skin within view of the orc before offering them some water too.  Same to be repeated with a ration serving. 

Barric watches the two tying up the orc, breath still heavy from the fight. He cleans his blades before wiping them down with an oiled rag.

"These 'People' would have killed you without a second though but a few moments ago, Master Brutus. Both rabid animals and orcs will bite at you, one with fang and one with steel. I do not see much difference."

He sheathes his swords, walking back towards the ruin.

"The dragon knows we are here. We must be very careful when we leave."

Connak hears all the casual talking and leaves his hiding spot to walk over to the gate to look out.  "Did you say the dragon is gone?  We would best leave now then."  Seeing the orc being tied up, Connak exclaims, "Good idea!  If the dragon comes back, we can leave the orc tied up while we run or hide."

The orc is RESTRAINED and gradually wakes up a few moments after they finish tying him up as the spell wears off. He glances around feverishly, then seeing that he is the only living orc left, he glares at the group with contempt. He growls something in orcish that no one understands.

"I will not allow this ghik to be made into food. At our worst, we shall grant him a merciful death. At best, he leaves with his life intact,"

Vaxix looks to the Orc.

"Now then...Grrumsh-spawn. Why do you attack us? And why does the Tiamat-spawn hunger for you so?"

Connak mumbles under his breath in elvish, "If you want to sacrifice yourself for the orc, you can be dragon food instead."

Tabesha'l has left the rest of her group dealing with their prisoner and approaches the spot where she last saw the dwarves disappear. She looks around, trying to see if there is any sign of them amongst the ruined stonewall fragments, broken boulders and other ancient debris littering the temple entrance.

Assuming the two miners are within earshot she'll call out to them (OOC: or use Message on the nearest one she can see).

"It seems the immediate danger of yon white wyrm has abated, at least for now. But we do have an orcish prisoner to question. Would any of thee two be knowledgeable in its idiom, perchance ?"