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Post by waysoftheearth on Dec 9, 2011 23:46:21 GMT -6
The battle of Hollin Gate is won!
But at what cost?
All of a sudden the ringing, clashing and shouting ceases, and the company are left gasping for breath, reeling, and aching from many hurts. There are many among you with grievous wounds, and most of those will not live to see the sun rise.
The Orcs are scattered into the night, and judging by the piled heaps of their corpses, they will not soon return...
What do you want to do in the immediately aftermath of the battle..?
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Post by waysoftheearth on Dec 9, 2011 23:55:03 GMT -6
Eremin Sulk and Elindir of Rivendell will now roll saving throws versus death to determine whether they will survive their mortal injuries...
Eremin's regular save (4th level sneak with 14 wisdom) is 11+. Elindir's regular save (3rd level bard with 16 wisdom) is 12+.
However, Eremin went to -4 hit points, and Elindir went to -1 hit point. These adjustments will be applied to their saves, so Eremin requires an unmodified roll of 15+ to live. Elindir requires an unmodified roll of 13+ to live.
(Drum roll... drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rhop!)
Eremin; 1d20=11!
Elindir; 1d20=14!
Alas, Eremin has passed from this world. But Elindir might still have a hope of survival...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2011 1:24:30 GMT -6
Legandir watches the last of the yrch flee into the darkness, and lingers there for several moments longer, pondering something.
Returning to the present, he wipes black blood from the now dulling Morfil before returning it to its sheath.
He then moves to Elindir to see what he can do to ease his kinsman back from the brink of the otherworld.
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Post by rleduc on Dec 10, 2011 4:04:58 GMT -6
"By Durin's beard, that was a bloody fray," Hrok curses. He wonders how long until the dawn?
He renders immediate aid to the wounded to the best of his ability, then will retrieve his armor and other weapons in case of a counter-attack.
Finally, realizing the corpses must be disposed of to avoid attracting scavengers, he begins to pile wood for a pyre and gather Orc bodies, searching each for any useful clues, although not expecting valuables to be found. The bodies of fallen comrades will also require attention; he will see to Dwarves first, knowing the customs of his own kind, then assist others as needed.
The expedition so far has cone at a terrible price. Hrok wonders if further supply of goods and men at arms will be had at any price, or whether this expedition to reclaim Moria has failed as all others before. Treasure has been scarce relative to lives lost.
"If we are to continue, we'll need at least a palisade; or better yet, good Dwarven earthworks!". His mind turns to how to construct defenses as he gathers the bodies of the fallen.
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Post by mgtremaine on Dec 10, 2011 12:33:34 GMT -6
As soon as the action stops Baraglin would start to develop a slight shake that would increase until he lurches off to the side throws up. He's cold, tired, hungry, wounded, and crashing from adrenalin. His bluster is gone and he really is no help for a while as he frets over his wound and wonders out loud if it is going to get worse or not. About the only thing he does is ask is, if the any of the dead Dwarves leather armor would fit him.
"How stupid of me to come under dressed into the hellish nightmare. I need some armor if I'm are going to face assassination attempt everytime I try and sleep. Now where in all the wreakage is the teapot! Curse to filthy orcs."
When enough time has passed he would at least check to see if ladybird has survived and if there is any way to build up the fire and heat up something to eat and drink. He would offer to Largo to join him and have a midnight snack, just to keep our hobbit strength up ofcourse.
-Mike
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Post by Mushgnome on Dec 10, 2011 13:05:57 GMT -6
Sili checks if any of the fallen orcs are still alive, so he can extract some answers (by any means necessary).
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Post by doctorx on Dec 10, 2011 14:34:18 GMT -6
Lómëluin makes haste to tend to the fallen. He stoops momentarily by Eremin Sulk, then steps away, a grim expression on his face. He then moves to Elindir but, seeing Legandir has matters well in hand, turns his attentions instead to Éohild and Norin, ensuring they have suffered no further ill-effects from the trials of the battle and building up the fire as best he may to keep them warm.
After this he sets forth in search of the company's fled animals, speaking to any he can find in the soothing words of the Nandor and endeavouring to lead them back to the campsite.
If he has time after that, he prowls among the fallen Orcs, dagger in hand, a pale light in his eyes. If Sili wishes to talk to the wounded foe, best he do so swiftly...
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Post by sulldawga on Dec 10, 2011 21:17:51 GMT -6
Largo drops to the ground where he stands, literally too exhausted to find a safer or more comfortable position. From time to time his mouth begins to move, as if he's about to say something, but no words come out. He stares dully into the darkness...
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Post by doctorx on Dec 11, 2011 13:29:39 GMT -6
Lómëluin will take the opportunity to examine a few Orcish weapons as he prowls amongst the slain enemy, alert for any sign or scent of Gorfang or similar wickedness.
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Post by calithena on Dec 12, 2011 7:51:11 GMT -6
Soval stands tall, keeping watch as the remnants of their band reassemble. "Victory is ours," he murmurs, "yet we shall not survive another assault like that tonight."
Whenever conversation of the next move begins, Soval will offer his views. "There is something to be said for returning to more civilized lands even now," he says, "given our grievous condition. Yet if we could heal well and quickly enough, one more foray into the mines with our whole band might yield something of what we seek. We cannot rest here unless some old blessed grove or the like makes itself known. To ape the feat of Húrin night upon night is more than we can hope for."
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Post by mgtremaine on Dec 16, 2011 14:14:04 GMT -6
After enough time has passed for Baraglin to calm his nerves with a spot of tea and biscuit or three, he would feel curious enough and almost compelled to start searching bodies. But he doesn't just do start searching bodies he approaches it almost like a store keeper taking inventory. He would mark out piles for weapons, armor, trinkets and cash. One area for the Orcs one area for the fallen hirelings and party members.
"Alright like grandpa always said these fields aren't going to plow themselves. Let's just take a look at what we need to dispose of. I can't abide the thought of leaving Orc weapons about for them to come and find. I'm starting several piles if anyone wants to help. Not sure what to do with the stuff from our fallen friends, I'll put that stuff separate incase family members need to be contacted."
So the little hobbit would start stripping Orcs first with out a hint of discomfort, it's all business now.
-Mike
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Post by doctorx on Dec 16, 2011 14:46:55 GMT -6
Lómëluin stands over the body of his fallen warrior Telthalion, even in death still locked in combat with the hideous foe. The expression on the Elf Captain's face is hard to read - a mixture of grief, anger and puzzlement perhaps, combined with a certain weariness and that strange Elvish aloofness. The more martial among the company may be of the impression that this is a scene he has looked upon more than once over the years, and more times than he cares to.
He sees Baraglin Banks beginning to rifle the bodies of the fallen. A cold gleam appears in his eye.
"I shall attend to the needs of my kinsman, Master Banks," he says quietly; "You will touch nothing that was his. No-one shall."
He turns his pale gaze full upon the Hobbit.
"I trust we understand each other?"
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Post by mgtremaine on Dec 16, 2011 16:53:49 GMT -6
OC: Baraglin is do more then rifling he's basically stripping'em, I'd imagine it's pretty gross work. "Of course, of course good Sir Elf. I will not disturb your friends rest. I know everyone has different customs and I appreciate being told. I want to make sure these arms and armor and never used against us again. Now if I can just get this strap." Baraglin works on the next Orc get the foul beast out of his armor. -Mike
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Post by Mushgnome on Dec 16, 2011 17:12:52 GMT -6
Sili is slowly coming to grips with the situation. "They killed my DOG!!!" He wanders the battlefield seeing with his own eyes who is alive and who is dead. If any orcs yet live he will torture them viciously.
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Post by doctorx on Dec 17, 2011 14:27:24 GMT -6
Lómëluin notes Sili's grief for his fallen hound. His estimation of this valiant Dwarf (already high by Elf standards) rises higher still.
"I grieve for your loss, my friend. Alf was a brave and loyal animal. His spirit will be honoured in the pack of his ancestors."
He takes a moment to kneel by the slain dog and whisper a prayer in the Nandorin tongue, then slips away to try and round up the remainder of the company's scattered animals.
Should Sili find orcs to torture his grim lips take on a disturbing smile at the sound of their screams...
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Post by crusssdaddy on Dec 18, 2011 11:26:16 GMT -6
Arbenbard: "Graverobbers assemble to the left, torturers to the right - let's arrange the imbecilic in an orderly fashion. Perhaps the dead dog can arbitrate any disputes between the two.
"Nothing has been learned from our twin disasters, we lack only a noisy broken cart to push around to rouse our own doom. Can someone among this rabble of children lead us back to civilization? If so, let us waste no more time and hastily depart. Let the military geniuses who allowed us to sleep in an undefended camp, in the shadow of the enemy, carry what our now dead horses cannot."
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Post by doctorx on Dec 18, 2011 14:52:37 GMT -6
Andúnë clears its sheath once more with a soft ringing sound. Lómëluin stands, contemplating Arbenbard with a cold, cold stare.
"Lower your voice and change your tone, Man," he says very softly...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2011 17:28:53 GMT -6
"Let me remind you that you were one of those "military geniuses'" says Legandir, stepping silently up beside Lómëluin and adding his cold eyes to those of his kinsman.
He places a gentle hand on the wrist of the elf, staying his blade, "Enough blood has been shed for one day my friend, permit this fool his tantrum", he adds quietly in Sindarin.
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Post by coffee on Dec 18, 2011 17:52:15 GMT -6
Was there an orc leader who escaped?
Because if there was, the ghost of Eremin Sulk would like to haunt his ass for eternity...
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Post by Mushgnome on Dec 18, 2011 17:53:50 GMT -6
"My kin, slaughtered in their pajamas on another's watch!" Sili is spitting mad. "A Dwarf would not have been ambushed so easily!"
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Post by crusssdaddy on Dec 18, 2011 19:02:13 GMT -6
Arbenbard: "Am I of the military? Is there a sword at my side and armor draped from my shoulders? The keen-eyed Elves have all sailed West it seems. Need you one of my candles to see clearly that I am a Man of letters?
"Tend your dead, Elf kin, and be quick about it so we may leave. Consider their deaths to have been in vain and by your hand. I have great love for your kin who have departed these shores, but those left behind are a sad shadow that I would be rid of sooner rather than later."
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Post by rleduc on Dec 18, 2011 19:29:16 GMT -6
"Leave your quarrel, Master Elf," Hrok replies. "We have enough bitterness here without adding to it. Besides, we have seen the Man to be an expert in fleeing the field of battle. Perhaps we should defer to his expertise in this area."
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Post by doctorx on Dec 19, 2011 11:03:54 GMT -6
Arbenbard: "Am I of the military? Is there a sword at my side and armor draped from my shoulders? The keen-eyed Elves have all sailed West it seems. Need you one of my candles to see clearly that I am a Man of letters? "Tend your dead, Elf kin, and be quick about it so we may leave. Consider their deaths to have been in vain and by your hand. I have great love for your kin who have departed these shores, but those left behind are a sad shadow that I would be rid of sooner rather than later." "Be thankful you carry no sword," says Lómëluin in his softest, coldest tones; "If you did, you would be dead by now." He turns his back on the fuming seer and returns to the task of rounding up the animals. To Legandir in Sindarin: "I say leave this coward to make his own way back to Edhil. Let us see how well his learning serves him alone in the night when the wargs have his scent..." (O.O.C: No offence, crussdaddy! Arbenbard's criticisms are not without merit, but his blunt speaking has got Lómëluin's haughty Elvish dander well and truly up!)
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Post by crusssdaddy on Dec 21, 2011 9:40:24 GMT -6
[OOC: No sweat, DocX. And Arbenbard can understand everything you say in Sindarin...!]
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Post by doctorx on Dec 21, 2011 13:08:44 GMT -6
(O.O.C: He knows! ;D)
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Post by calithena on Dec 28, 2011 3:13:53 GMT -6
Soval looks with dismay upon his fellows.
"Shall we escape the clutches of darkness, only to fall one upon the other?"
Surveying his fellows, he continues. "I for one would not give up the battle against the forces of the night. Yet we are weak and need refreshment, and have no real knowledge of our foes. If the majority here wish to stay and pursue, I will put my blade at your service 'til the last. Yet I would think it better counsel for us to return to Edhil, to heal and re-equip, mayhap to find new fellows, 'ere we continue our hunt."
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Post by doctorx on Dec 29, 2011 17:06:29 GMT -6
Lómëluin says nothing but gives a curt nod of approval at Soval's words.
Orc-Bane at least is one Man whose counsel he still respects...
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Post by sulldawga on Dec 30, 2011 12:07:41 GMT -6
Largo finally rallies from his post-battle torpor and scrambles to his feet. He walks over to where Soval, Arbenbard, and the others are standing.
I think a return to Edhil is the wisest choice. We're all angry about what happened here. Some time to heal our wounds, bury our dead, and drink some tea would be good right now. Then we can decide what to do next.
The Hobbit gestures at the orc corpses littering the campsite.
I think the Orcs will be licking their wounds as well. They should still be in disarray when we return.
Without waiting to hear a response, Largo heads off to collect Doloris and see to the old nag's needs.
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Post by heartless on Dec 30, 2011 19:23:49 GMT -6
Soval looks ... Yet I would think it better counsel for us to return to Edhil, to heal and re-equip, mayhap to find new fellows, 'ere we continue our hunt." "Sound words Soval we need healing and an better attack plan to continue", agrees Lady Éohild. "I for one can not wait to walk and fight again to track down and remove the evil that walks still in this land." Lady Éohild calls for her groom, " Deorwyn bring water that I may quench her thirst to restore my strength from this poison in my blood."
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