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Post by calithena on Sept 22, 2011 5:18:35 GMT -6
Soval will press the attack, crying out in anguish for his fallen comrades.
Any stragglers he will cut down, but once the orcs are fully fled, he will turn to the fallen and see if he might help bind their wounds, or at least hold his lantern for someone more knowledgeable to help them.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Sept 22, 2011 5:36:12 GMT -6
Arbenbard: "Nat! Return to my side."
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Post by Mushgnome on Sept 22, 2011 11:52:46 GMT -6
"Take that, you warty snot-chewers!" shouts Sili. He continues to smash orcs until there are none left to smash.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 25, 2011 1:21:09 GMT -6
While the rear-most Orcs make good their escape, the fighting around the mine car continues. Initiative is rolled [1d6; Lomeluin=5, Largo=3+1, Eremin=6+1, Eohild=3, Soval=5,2, Orcs=5].
Eremin twists around and springs at the Orc who has just slain Barald, driving at it with his dagger point [1d20=12], quick as a cat, and puncturing it for [1dd=4] 4 hit points. The Orc recoils with a horrible squeal, but it is not slain yet, oh no.
The the Orcs remaining in the fight strike a barrage of blows (simultaneously with Soval and Lomeluin) hacking and beating [4d20; vs Eremin=18, vs Eohild=17, vs Soval=13, vs Largo=12]. Eremin and Eohild are each struck by a grim mace and cleaver for [2dd; Eremin=5,6, Eohild=5,3] 6 and 5 hit points, respectively, while Soval fends off the blows efficiently, and Largo is saved by his shirt of light Elvish mail.
[Eremin has 6 of 12 hit points remaining, Eohild 4 of 14 hit points].
At the same moment both Soval and Lomeluin riposte [2d20=8,18] and Man and Elf both slash open wound upon their targets, dealing [Soval 2dd=6,3] 9 hit points and [Lomeluin 2dd=3,4] 5 hit points, damage, cutting the pair of Orcs down with ruthless efficiency.
Only a moment later do Largo's, Eohild's and Soval's (second) attacks fall [3d20=5,19,6]. Largo and Soval find themselves out of reach of any genuine opportunities, but Eohild slashes fiercely back at her nemesis wounding the great Orc for [2dd=1,6] 8 hit points, but even this savage blow does not fell it!
Then at the last Norin and Sili smash their way through the melee [1d20; Norin=13, Sili=16,16] and the last pair of Orcs learn to their cost how the Dwarves do the business fighting. Norin [3dd=1,6,5] crushes Eohild's foe beneath his hammer, splitting its helm and loathsome head for 8 hit points, and Norin [2dd=3,4 and 2,5] kills Eremin's Orc with two concussive flail blows for 7 and 8 hit points.
The Orcs are vanquished!
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 25, 2011 1:23:13 GMT -6
Or are they?
As this unfolds Baraglin Banks faces an Orc twice his own size in the Troll den!
Initiative is rolled [1d6; Baraglin=5+1, Orc=3].
Baraglin is grown bold by necessity [1d20=13] and plunges his short sword into the Orc's chest, wounding it for a third time [2dd=6,1] for 6 hit points. The Orc struggles weakly for a moment, trying to pull the blade out of its black heart, but Baraglin holds it firmly there for a moment before yanking it suddenly free. And the Orc collapses in front of him.
"Well I never!" remarks the Hobbit to himself, sheathing his sword briskly so that he can dab the perspiration from his forehead with a handkerchief.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 25, 2011 1:26:28 GMT -6
The breathless and wounded company members stand surrounded by cloven Orc carcasses, while the half dozen or so fleeing Orcs are just now vanishing from sight around the corner as they escape into the West Hall.
Barald and Beranger lie slain among the enemy, and Norin, Soval, Eohild, Eremin, Nat, and Baraglin have suffered grievous hurts. And beneath the stink of of Troll and Orc there lurks another scent...
What now?
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Post by calithena on Sept 25, 2011 6:10:51 GMT -6
"We should move from here - quickly. Either back to the surface or farther ahead," says Soval. "These armies of darkness will bring us down eventually in a pitched battle.
"Have we a goal ahead? Or can we return to our comrades?"
(OOC: I am a little confused about the map - maybe Soval knows if we are cut off or not, but I don't - maybe another PC can set me straight? What are our options from here? Did the orcs get us from behind, or is there another way back?)
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 25, 2011 6:46:46 GMT -6
The Orcs did indeed come from behind.
The scratch map Soval has in mind is something like this:
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888 Company XX Fleeing Orcs $ Dwarf beacon
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Post by Mushgnome on Sept 25, 2011 8:22:11 GMT -6
"Well done!" booms Sili, "but maybe it's time to return to camp?"
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Post by ehiker133 on Sept 25, 2011 9:01:18 GMT -6
With the adrenaline of battle wearing off, Norin starts to feel the pain of the wound he took.
"Aye, it might be a good time to get back to camp and regroup and tend our wounded... and our dead. But first..."
Norin's wound isn't grievous enough to prevent him from searching the bodies of the dead orcs for any valuables.
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Post by Mushgnome on Sept 25, 2011 10:35:41 GMT -6
"Hepti you were brave and we could not have defeated the Orcs without you; now shine your light and help Master Norin pillage that stolen treasure which is rightfully ours."
Meanwhile Sili passes his beer flask around to boost the morale of the wounded and shell-shocked. He is no doctor, but offers a slap on the back and a "buck up!" to those who need encouragement.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Sept 25, 2011 12:16:40 GMT -6
With Nat's help, Arbenbard searches the nearest fallen Orc, looking anything of value, but also taking note of any badges, emblems, identifying marks, etc...
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Post by doctorx on Sept 25, 2011 12:45:45 GMT -6
"Soval is right; back to camp," concurrs Lómëluin, "and as swiftly as we may. We can attend the wounded far more effectively there."
He sniffs the air, a concerned look on his face as he attempts to identify the strange scent; "We should not linger here. Make haste!"
He cleans his blade and sheathes it, setting arrow to bowstring once more. He also nods to Largo; "Well fought, Master Harfoot," he says, a new respect in his voice.
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Post by coffee on Sept 25, 2011 16:18:13 GMT -6
Eremin Sulk quickly cleans and sheathes his blade, then gets right down to the task of inspecting the orcs for valuables. He doesn't mind their gruesome condition; no, indeed, it serves them right.
He'll quickly but efficiently strip off anything worth keeping and/or selling.
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Post by sulldawga on Sept 25, 2011 20:19:19 GMT -6
He also nods to Largo; "Well fought, Master Harfoot," he says, a new respect in his voice. A weary look lays upon Largo's face, as he cleans his dagger on the sleeve of a dead Orc and sheathes it. "A terrible business, it was. I am happy just to be... oh, my word! Mister Banks!"The weariness is replaced by deep concern as Largo's head spins around, looking for his fellow Hobbit. His view settles upon the entrance to the Troll cave and Largo creeps slowly inward, loading another stone into his sling. "Mister Banks, are you there?"
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Post by calithena on Sept 27, 2011 8:57:08 GMT -6
If the move to return to the surface holds up, and someone else is willing to hold his lanthorn to give the party light, Soval will clean and sheath his blade and then lift one of the dead bodies to return to the surface.
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Post by doctorx on Sept 27, 2011 14:42:44 GMT -6
Lómëluin moves to support Largo, following the Hobbit to the mouth of the Trolls den...
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Post by coffee on Sept 27, 2011 16:01:45 GMT -6
If the move to return to the surface holds up, and someone else is willing to hold his lanthorn to give the party light, Soval will clean and sheath his blade and then lift one of the dead bodies to return to the surface. Eremin will carry the lanthorn. (Much rather that than carry the dead!)
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 28, 2011 6:01:25 GMT -6
Norin, Sili, Nat, Eremin and Arbenbard search over the Orc corpses; fourteen of them all told.
The Dwarves and Eremin search for valuables, but come up with a poor tally of dirty purses and pouches containing finger joints, mouse heads, teeth, ears, toes, frogs, snails and a jumble of copper and brass coins which appear mostly of recent Hollander make. Only a few of the coins are immediately identifiable as being of an older, Dwarf cast.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 28, 2011 6:01:43 GMT -6
Arbenbard, meanwhile, searches the Orcs for information. After some grisly work he concludes that there is little intelligence to be had here, though he does note that several of the Orcs bear a repeated glyph upon knife sheath, dark tattoo, or embossed upon a battered helm; a black flame. What meaning the mark has is not yet clear.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 28, 2011 6:04:11 GMT -6
While this is happening, Largo hastens into the Troll den, where he is relieved to find Baraglin Banks sitting upon the chest of a slain Orc, dabbing his forehead with a kerchief.
"Ah, Master Harfoot, be a good fellow and help a weary Hobbit to his feet would you?" says Baraglin when he sees Largo.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 28, 2011 6:13:36 GMT -6
He sniffs the air, a concerned look on his face as he attempts to identify the strange scent; "We should not linger here. Make haste!" Lomeluin sniffs the air, and his suspicion deepens; he has tasted its like before. He swiftly fetches one foul Orc blade and examines it closely. Unsatisfied, he fetches another another... "Gorfang!" he exclaims, wrinkling his nose in disgust and flinging the blade away. It is a venom employed by the Orcs.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 28, 2011 6:19:30 GMT -6
Norin, Soval, Eohild, Eremin, Nat, and Baraglin were pierced by Orcish arms... but were they envenomed?
[1d6; Norin=1, Soval=3, Eohild=1, Eremin=3, Nat=5, Baraglin=6].
As Lomeluin mentions the foul word, Norin and Eohild both realise they are not feeling too well. Their wounds burn hot, and their skin prickles feverishly. Come to think of it, they're not too steady on their feet either...
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Post by doctorx on Sept 28, 2011 7:06:04 GMT -6
"Some of the Orc blades were envenomed," Lómëluin informs the company grimly, looking with concern at the wounded, and Norin and Eohild in particular.
If there is anything he can practically do on the spot to slow the effects of the venom he will do it, but he suspects a swift return to camp is the best course of action.
"Haste now is needed. We must return to camp with all speed. Archers to the front and rear, the wounded to the middle. Travel as light as you may. Be ready to carry those overcome by the poison. If the first hall is not held against us let runners go ahead and tell those at camp to boil water ready for our return. Then we healers will do what we can. Swiftly now! We have lingered here long enough!"
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Post by ehiker133 on Sept 28, 2011 7:18:25 GMT -6
Norin nods slowly and starts lumbering towards the stairs to the entrance, weaving about as he does so.
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Post by sulldawga on Sept 28, 2011 10:50:47 GMT -6
"Mister Banks!" Largo's voice veritably squeaks with excitement. "So good to see you. My word, but you've had an adventure of your own in here."Largo will help Baraglin up and they will return to the main corridor. "Haste now is needed. We must return to camp with all speed. Archers to the front and rear, the wounded to the middle. Travel as light as you may. Be ready to carry those overcome by the poison. If the first hall is not held against us let runners go ahead and tell those at camp to boil water ready for our return. Then we healers will do what we can. Swiftly now! We have lingered here long enough!" "Mister Banks and I will lead the way. We can get word to the camp quickly if the path is clear."
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Post by doctorx on Sept 28, 2011 13:29:02 GMT -6
Lómëluin spares Norin and Eohild a mouthful each from his water skin. "Drink," he says gently; "The waters of the Nimrodel are blessed, even in these fading days. May her song help guard you from the malice in your wounds." "Mister Banks and I will lead the way. We can get word to the camp quickly if the path is clear." "Very good. Elindir, Legandir: do you go next and provide bowcraft for our scouts should they need it. Master Sili, pray do not let your brave kinsman wander off on his own! The poison clouds his mind, I fear. Will you and Soval Orc Bane follow next and lead the wounded? Let all unskilled in warcraft follow. Telthalion and I have the rear guard. Let no-one fall behind! Back to the gate now, with all the haste we may!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2011 17:00:59 GMT -6
Legandir allows the party to lead up the passage before following up the rear, bow at the ready.
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Post by Mushgnome on Sept 28, 2011 22:55:45 GMT -6
Sili makes sure nobody (living) is left behind. He will pass his shield to Hepti the torch-bearer if Norin needs a helping hand.
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Post by doctorx on Sept 29, 2011 12:51:31 GMT -6
If Legandir will take the rear guard, Lómëluin and Telthalion will fall in behind the Hobbits at the front of the column, although Lómëluin will fall back periodically to check on the wounded, particularly Eohild and Norin.
His face is grim, even by his dour standards, as he urges the party on toward the Hollin Gate...
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