The insect swarms continue to pester two of the ogres, while a third, about 10 feet distant, remains rooted in place, unable to break free of the grasping vegetation. The ogres that fled are long gone now. The captives likewise scattered somewhere out in the darkness, though their chains may occasionally be heard clanking in the night.

OOC: Eagle's entangle spell will end after 1 turn (10 minutes), at which time there will still be three remaining ogres. What's the plan?

Inas continued to pull at his legs, desperately trying to free himself from the vines.

08:31, Today: Inas Eoinsson rolled 12 using 1d20 with rolls of 12. STR check to pull free of Entangle.

In reply to Inas Eoinsson (msg # 481):

Seeing Inas struggle to escape eagle starts cutting a path to him while he waits for the storm to gather its fury again.

Saliq's dragon once again took wing, lazily gliding her way into the clouds. The illusionist glanced at Eagle, hoping the druid would take the hint: he was looking to coordinate that next lightning bolt.

Rath's blood is still pumping, but the weariness is setting in. A good night's sleep is damn far away. He gives the dead ogre -- the one Eagle cut down -- one last jab with his fork before tucking away the trident in favor of a javelin. He steps carefully to interpose himself between the remaining entangled ogres and  Saliq. There, if any break free, he stands ready to hurl his spear and serve as a human shield for the vulnerable wizard.

He tries to ignore the dragon. Saliq has a gruesome streak, which doesn't disturb Rath on its own, but coming from the cultured foreign wizard gives him a chill.

He calls Bruno and Monvo. "Back off, now. Don't get caught up in that mess." It's not a snipe at the ranger, who did get himself caught, but it might sound that way. He gives the pair a nod of solid approval for their part in the fight.
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Bruno and Monvo edge slowly away from the entangled area, each man eyeing the entrapped Dread Ogres contained within.

Two of the ogres continues to flail about in a hopeless attempt to free themselves of binding vines and biting insects, all to no avail. Watching them struggle, helplessly against their fate is akin to watching slow torture: not for the faint of heart.

The third, not pestered by insects but held fast nonetheless, calls out to the adventurers in what might be his, rough native percussive tongue. The ogre's words sound like little more than grunts and bellows, and none in the group can make out what it might be trying to say. Frustrated, the ogre calls out in another tongue, this one rich and gutteral.

Norion recognizes this language: orcish.

[Language unknown: "Fo ave lo io,"] it calls out. [Language unknown: "Pa ngon se eeet be enfofimi ha lin ac u whi!"]

The Dread Ogre looks around wildly, hopeful that someone will hear and understand his offer.

Meanwhile, the skies above darken again, and Eagle feels the crackle of energy pulsating, ready for his primal command.
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In reply to DM Storm (msg # 485):

'What did he say,' Eagle asks curiously.

Rath digs the wax out of his ears and asks Eagle curiously, "What did you say?"

Norion looks back at the area of the fleeing slaves.

[Private to group Orcish: Not a good enough offer, we are rich beyond your comprehension, tell me now about this slaving operation, who commands it, from where, all the details. Don't waste your breathe with promises, the blue dragon will strike you with lightning in moments lest we call him off, he hates Ogres, your next few words determines your life or death, speak the truth, quickly, I hear its wings even now.."]

One of the ogre responds to Norion, [Language unknown: "Ulthet nottinour toti ckna se ughvoreveati. Waswe ic any larviroul no ith, ic p chri iv fo stiol!"]

The ogres struggles against the vegetation and continues, [Language unknown: "Ripr tr te ent ivurev alekol eeal thfi ivic-noof, n n ec plhou pe hobe lat esplwa."
]
[Language unknown: T moutng u Nteromderwhi Atiousdayons. Se evil si a fobut a evfo enc. Ha ha pr ne si ngof ounos. Nd i re, Ie inof ine tetr."]

Norion is just standing, waiting till the lightning bolt does its damage and he can engage the last two.

"Someone should go try to get those escaped slaves to hunker down, I'm afraid they will die out here alone without supplies, we should escort them back to safety once we are done here.  Oh, and this ogre says his leader is called the Olvazgraf One Horn, and his lair is near here.  And they eat humans like we do chickens.  I'm naught inclined to let 'im live fer that bit ov information..."

Eagle looks at Notion curiously, none too sure if the dwarf is faithfully translating all that the struggling ogres were saying. He raises an eyebrow thoughtfully, and then shrugs - why would be doubt a friend with whom he'd been through so much, and what does he care for the monsters souls anyway?

With a nod to Saliq he murmers something about the need for the dragon to swoop, and starts to concentrate on channelling Melora's divinity. He waits for the 'dragon' to fly towards the ogres, and then with a sweep of his arms there is an explosion above them, and another lightening bolt vaporises another ogre.

ooc 00:06, Today: Eagle rolled 52 using 9d8 with rolls of 6,1,8,7,8,3,6,8,5.

Rath stands, flinching again at the blast of lightening,but ready to follow Norion's lead in wrapping up this battle.

The effects of the entangle spell finally subside, leaving behind just two Dread Ogres to dispatch, which the adventurers accomplish with little difficulty. The battle is over now and 13 Dread Ogres lie scattered across the battlefield. Somewhere, out in the darkness, the ogre's slaves have fled away from the carnage.

Ben continues to loot the bodies...

Finally able to move again, Inas cleans his blade and sheathes his sword, then dug the wax out of his ears. He wrinkled his nose at the foul smell of charred ogre, but in truth he had smelt worse over the years. With no lead on where this Olvazgraf's lair might be he was content to return to the lizardfolk and complete their mission. "Come, let us finish here and be on our way. The captives have scattered so it would be folly to search for them, they will find their own ways home. Let's go."

He joined Ben in checking the bodies, starting with the leader.
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A thorough search of the dead ogres turns up 580 gold pieces, a burlap sack filled with a dozen recently slain chicken, assorted ogre-sized crude weaponry, and little else of any value.

Testing one of the coins with his teeth, Ben smiles. "Like chickens, eh?"

Saliq dismiss his dragon with a snap of his fingers, but looks uncomfortable as he surveys the dead orgers. He wondered whether Norion had translated quite correctly - the ogre had seemed more desperate and proud.

He went over to check on Ryiz and make sure the timid mage was alright. "How did you find a taste of battle my friend?"

Norion looks around, what a great victory, a massive army of ogres laid waste, slaves, unharmed, he hopes they can find there way home.  He walks over and picks up the great horn, that should be worth something, if only to hang on a wall somewhere.

"Shall we head home...oh, an' Ryiz, very brave, crazy an' foolish, but brave...let's go ta town, an' toast arrr coming back alive....it's been thot kind ov mission".

Having debated on and deciding against testing if Ogres had treasure inside them, Ben asks Saliq if there is any piece of a Dread Ogre that might be a salable magical component...

Ryiz appears energetic and on-edge when Saliq approaches, the thrill and terror of battle still coursing through his veins.

"Positively intoxicating!" he answers excitedly. Regaining his composure, Ryiz adds in, "And, your skill! You do a fine service to the craft, and your house, peace upon yours, master." Ryiz concludes with a formal bow.

This might very well have been Ryiz' first combat, and most certainly none before compared to the fireworks he saw on display tonight. It was a lot to take in for an aspiring magic-user.

Several minutes after the battle is over, and the group has concluded searching the Dread Ogres for any valuables, the party hears a trembling voice call out in the night, "Lo! Please, for the love of the Gods, tell me you be friend."

Norion spots a lone man standing behind a large rock about 100 yards distant.

Sitting down, Ben picks dirt out from between his toes. He carefully flicks each gob, trying to get them into the nearest ogre's nostrils, and appears to be keeping score.

Rath paces slow circles around the battlefield. Too early to let his guard down, he stays vigilant -- as vigilant as possible, given the fog of fatigue hanging on him -- watching for trouble to emerge from the dark. Leaving the scattered slaves to find their own ways home ... the idea doesn't sit well with him,although it would be a relief to be unburdened of that chore. When the old man warbles, Rath is both relieved and disgruntled.

"We won't hurt you, friend," Rath calls back, amiably enough. "Come out where we can see you. Don't worry. Our dragon's gone."