By the time your meeting had been done with Itaz it was a little past noon, some went about their individual errands, the majority had gone back to the Faded Flame and relaxed.  Dinner came and went, with lite conversation being exchanged after which everyone went and made their individual arrangements and preparations for the coming journey.

  Arriving at Lake Hurst it seemed that one individual was not present but no one was really worried about it.  Mr. Harden was waiting at the gate, after letting you in, he welcomes you again and bids that you follow him.  Taking you thru the grounds again and to the same building, he leads the way through different door, hallways and stairs that lead down passing many doors.  It is quite obvious that the Mansion of Lake Hurst is a vast structure.  You arrive at a very heavy metal door that is flat and plain from all appearances, from his pockets Mr. Harden produces a flat disk, places it on the door and moves his hand in a set pattern.  The door swings silently in revealing a hexagon room, that is twenty feet across from wall to wall and ten feet tall.  On floor are many markings that even those not trained in the mystic arts know to be magical by nature and design.  Mr. Harden directs you to stand in the center loosely grouped, to Verna and Thracce he hands the magic medallions each time saying a brief incantation and then steps to the outside of the mystic markings.

"Itaz bids you safe travels and a safer return.  Should you find Teneck show him one of the medallions, they are keyed to an individual and cease to work for anyone other then who they are keyed to.  By this he will know that you are friend and ally and should gain his trust quickly."

  With a quick motion of his hand a scroll appears in his hand that he unrolls and reads the incantation.  Barely visible mystic energy swirls around and without any real notion you are transported.
  In the blink of an eye you were in the room at Lake Hurst the next you are in a square room made of well fit stones with many arrow loop openings positioned on each wall.  On the north side is a set of steps leading down and to the south a set leading up.  A guard is resting upon them when you a appear, he is slightly startled, standing he salutes and bids you to follow him to the captain of this outpost.  Leading you down three flights it is quite a tall tower, at the base he leads you out a door on the west side of the tower and straight to a wooden house made of rough cut logs that back onto a twenty foot tall wooden palisade with walkway.  To the left and right of the door a soldier stands guard in well used and well maintained armor, shield and short spear in hand, they are no doubt veterans.  Your escort salutes them and proceeds to open the door and shows you in, coming to attention before a very stern looking middle aged man who is brooding over some maps which can no doubt represent the surrounding area, to his right is an elf pointing to a location.  Your escort salutes.

"Captain, the guests have arrived"

Straightening from his position the Captain dismisses the man.

"Ah, excellent I was just about to send out my scout before you got here, as I have reports that she is needs to investigate.  As per request of the Order some extra rations and supplies have been secured for you as well if need be some weapons and armor but it seems you are well and ready.  Penelo here is your guide tomorrow morning and hour before dawn and she will bring you as close to the border as she feels is necessary to get you on your way.  I have strict orders from my King not to send men in until further intelligence is gained and I will not do so, but  I will should something cross the border bring the full might of the outpost against it.  One of the smaller barracks has been set aside for you tonight and you will not be disturbed.  With that is there anything that we can get for you, the cooks should have something left if you haven't eaten.  They are not bad but out post fare is not the best."

With that the Captain gives way to any questions or curiosity's and if none are to be had he shouts for the private that escorted you from the tower.
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In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 1):

Thracce is quite excited to experience teleportation. He takes  in all the details of the room and medallion and instructions given.
He'll tuck away the medallion for safe keeping.

He expected the experience itself to feel more dramatic. "huh." is all he says when they arrive.


"If I may ask, what are the reports your scout is investigating?" he asks


"Are there healing potions in the supplies provided? When we find them, they may be injured and we will need them to be able to travel, carrying them out might slow us down.
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In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 1):

It was faster then he thought the whole teleportation thing, but he was happy he didn't feel to disoriented.  Grudgebearer looked at the defensive structures to see how well they were built and to see if he could hear a smithy working.  When asked if they had any questions Grudgebearer could only really come up with a couple.

"What might your name be Sir Captain and do you have a smithy that I might work at."

Korin tried to yell to Itaz to go suck a lemon but the teleport just left it at "Go suck a..." oh well sometimes things are best left to the imagination. Unfamiliar with teleportation he expected to feel dizzy or something. It was exciting to think about being able to jump all around the world in such short time.

Korin introduces himself to the Captain amd thanks the man for the accommodations. He will retire to the barracks as soon as they are pointed out. Having no experience in military camps he figures it will be best to keep his head down.
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Thilo comes out of the teleportation looking at Korin as he had heard just the first part of what he was saying to Harden.  Shaking his head slightly at Korin, Thilo follows along with the group and also thanks the Commander for his accommodations.  Thilo waits patiently for the others, leaning against the door jamb and meditating while the formalities are done.

Having never been teleported before Venra was a little disorientated afterwards.  She has a few questions for the Captain.

"How many men of arms and men of magic does your garrison have?"

The Captain holds up his hand slowing the questions coming in, although obviously not a lot.  He smiles, looks to the elf and then back at the group.

"I apologize, I had not thought to introduce myself, I am Captain Randall Nocus Knight of the Wolf.
The reports are no doubt connected to why you are here, at best it seems enemy forces are probing some of the out of the way homesteads.  By the gods no fatalities as of yet just very spooked people who are in my care.  Also none of the reports are in the area where you will be going, so it should not be a problem.

As for our smithy Master Dwarf, if you would like to use it I will have one of my men introduce you to the garrison smith.  I can't say you will be allowed to use it as it is his and he is a cantankerous person.  He may welcome the help though as I have had him and his lads working some extra time to make sure weapons and armor are in good shape should things come to pass.

In regards to the strength of the forces here, I cannot give that exact  information but you are free to walk around the garrison and ascertain for yourself.  My reason being should you be caught I cannot have specific information of that nature falling into their hands.  Suffice to say you will be safe if you can make it back to our border.  There will be scouts and scout riders every day patrolling, looking for you return.

Potions of healing I am not sure if any of the men might have those, but I can have word put out and pigeon sent to my Lord, they may have some there.  Is there any other questions if not I will get you situated for this evening and have you Master Dwarf brought to the smithy."

Captain Randall waits for anything else to be said if nothing he sends you on your way.

In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 7):

"Very well thank you." Thracce answers, he is interested in seeing the smithy, though does not want to be a bother then when they are busy. He will ask Thilo, seeing him lean against the door "Are you well?".

Jalahada studied the military encampment for any possible inefficiencies, or anything out of the ordinary.

In reply to Caspar Uhla Thracce (msg # 8):

Thracce's question was a distant sound in Thilo's deep meditation but it was enough to let him know that this conversation was over and they could be about the business required of them.  Peering at Thracce Thilo is curious as to the question.

"I am fine, just was meditating on the the events of the last few days and of the days to come.  It will be nice to rest before this task before us consumes our energies."

Thilo will follow the guide the resting area, once there he will ready his kit and take note of any missing items that he may be able to replace.

In reply to Thilo Brighthand (msg # 10):

“Ah, yes much has happened in a short time.”    He nods and walks along, humming to himself. After a few moments he asks  “Have you any new insights?”
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In reply to Caspar Uhla Thracce (msg # 11):

"Only that time is against us, there are a couple variables due to the supposed sightings of foreign scouts.  They are keeping watch on their newly acquired territory, they are looking for signs of weakness and are planning on expanding quickly and thirdly the one I hope the most as it would be the most convenient is that they are looking for someone inside their territory.  I feel as though the third one is wishful thinking."

While walking and speaking Thilo had kept his head forward on the back of the guardsman leading the way.

In reply to Thilo Brighthand (msg # 12):

Thracce nods in agreement.

"This is a large territory, finding them could be problematic, if we don't know which direction to go. I do hope there are maps to look at here that we might plan where to look for them.”

He will run this idea by Verna and inquire about maps of the territory .
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Thracce, Thilo, Verna and the others are shown to where their sleeping quarters will be and instructed that they may visit the mess and walk around the fort.  The soldier instructs that you are to stay off the ramparts simply for the fact that the distraction to the guards is a potential risk.

The soldier indicate to Grudgebearer that he should follow and doesn't really care that Thracce seems to be tagging along for the mini tour.  A short walk around the stone tower you arrived in, you come to the main gate and to the right of the gate you can see the smithy lit with torches as the sun has gone below the line of the palisade.  Heavy methodical hammer blows can be heard as you approach closer, the sight before you would cause most to pause for it is not a human or dwarf at the forge, rather three kobolds and a orc chained to a large stone with what looks like only enough length to reach the anvil and bellows.  As you enter the smithy the metal working stops, words are exchanged and one walks off in the direction of the captain.  The orc's eyes are down cast, his body is hideously scarred and it is difficult to look at him even for those who slavery is common.  The soldier that escorted you looks at the kobold that walked away and then at those who followed him.  He shrugs his shoulders and walks away leaving those standing there in silence.

(OCC in the words of another GM what do you do?)
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In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 14):

Thracce walks along in silence taking in the details of the fort and soldiers. The tour of the smithy was for Grudgebears benefit. He is more interested in maps of the area and what the scouts will report when they return.

He owns several kobold blades and knows that they make quality weapons.
He is not surprised by the cruelty the orc has been subjected to but it is not his place to comment at least not right now.

He looks carefully from where he is standing at some of the weapons and armor being made and repaired, to see if the kobolds are doing "their best" work.
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After the quick tour Jalahada heads to the mess and other areas of the fort he is allowed to go (ie not the ramparts. He specifically looks to see if there are any whores about.

Grudgebearer stands stationary taking in the scene before him long enough that the annoying elf called Thracce just walks into the Kobolds smithy and start perusing items.  Grudgebearer just follows suit, not touching anything out of respect, once in a while he will look to the slave orc.  Grudgebearer did not really have a strong opinion on slavery of any kind, he had seen in Timiro and there were slaves of all races.  This creature had endured more then his fair share.

"The Captain mentioned that you may be in need of a hand as things around the area have heated up.  I am not here to cause no problem, just been awhile since I have worked at the forge.  If need be I can even run the bellows, stoke the coals what have you, give your orc there a break.
 If yeah want I could even give you boys a break, just tell me what needs being done and I will get er done for yeah."

Grudgebearer was just interested in some good old fashioned work.

Korin  takes  his own little tour of the area. Mostly looking for the best escape routes in case things get weird. Lately things in his life have been very weird so he figures on more of the same.

Once shown where they will be housing for the night Thilo proceeds inside and finds a secluded spot as possible to sit down and meditate.  He will remain so until he morning.

The two remaining Kolbolds do not respond to Grudgebearer's polite offer of help, either they don't understand or are just arrogant.  They notice Caspar perusing the items that have been fixed and the work is of fine quality.  There is a slight sour look on their faces as they stare at Caspar and Grudge.  A couple more minutes of awkwardness go on, when the one Kolbold who had left comes back.  Going into the smithy he speaks with the other two and finally comes and speak to both Caspar and Grudge.

"There was a misunderstanding on the Captains part, no help is required, as you can see we are doing quite fine.  As for the bellows, coal and such we have more then enough help in that area."

The Kolbold thumbs in the direction of the horribly beaten orc.

"Now if the two of you wouldn't mind leaving we have some more work to do, before this days end.  Also none of our current wares are for sale as these items are for the Fort Soldiers."

With out so much as a nod the Kolbold starts barking orders to the other two and the orc and the sound of the smithy back in work can be heard.

Jalahada little jaunt around the small fort proves somewhat fruitful in the mess hall as the cooks elder daughter is the one who serves the food to the men.  She is not to hard on the eyes a little cleaning and some fresh cloths she would no doubt make a fine house wife to someone someday.

Korin is able to find a couple places that seem viable to make a hasty retreat from the fort, that do not require the use of the rampart stairs or would draw much attention. The fort is definitely easier to get out of then in.


Thilo and Verna turned in and when others return to the barracks where they are staying will find Thilo resting in a cross legged position and Verna either asleep or maintaining her equipment.

Finding no whores about, Jalahada makes it known to members of the garrison that he is willing to perform certain services for money.

In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 20):

Thracce purses his lips and sighes slowly, then exits the space. He will pace the grounds within the fort for a bit. Not much to do until the scouts return. After that he will rest.

In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 20):

Slightly perplexed, Grudgebearer is about to speak up when he hears Caspar's sigh.  Taking note from the elf which was not his most favorite thing Grudgebearer shrugs and follows suit hurrying a bit to catch up to the taller elf.

"Well not quite what I was expecting but not a real surprise, Kolbold's and Dwarve's are not the greatest of friends, much like Dwarves and Elves eh there Caspar.  How about we find something to drink in this place before we go."

Grudgebearer made sure to let the elf know through body language that he was jesting and would walk with him.

Korin returns to the barracks and arranges his things around one of the cots.

“It is not a nice inn but it is a far sight better than sleeping under a bush.

Feeling relatively safe Korin lays back on his cot, covers his face with his hat and goes to sleep.

In reply to Grudgebearer (msg # 23):

Thracce pauses letting the dwarf catch up. A pint flask full of dark green liquid appears in his hand, a pair of copper shot glasses appears in the other. “Would you care to try my Uncles special absinthe blend? It is 120 proof with  spicey notes but a very smooth finish. The high is very very mellow.”   Noting noone is currently in stocks he will have a seat there. He fills both shock glasses and offers Grudge one.
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In reply to Caspar Uhla Thracce (msg # 25):

Grabbing a near by seat, Grudgebearer takes the shot glass with a cheering motion of his hand to Caspar.
"Cheers to you Caspar and success to the journey ahead"

With that Grudgebearer takes the shot real quick, Caspar's assessment of the drink was accurate and man did pack a punch.  Figuring tomorrow was a good day to walk it off Grudgebearer will have a couple more if Caspar is offering.

In reply to Grudgebearer (msg # 26):


Thracce raises his glass to the sky toasting his Uncle and his recipe “Q hisenna!” Elvish for “into the fog!” “And to you Grudgebearer, and to you”
Thracce sips his shot slowly savoring the anis flavor. He will have two more shots himself. Then sits back to let the triple strength drug thujone from the wormwood to kick in. The sky explodes into a pleasant kaleidoscope of swirling lights.   Grudge is welcome to finish the bottle if he likes.

Caspar and Grudgebearer share some moonshine into the evening and eventually doze off in a alcohol induced euphoria from his Uncle's special blend, after talking about whatever elves and dwarves talk about.

Jalahada is spit at a couple times, cursed at by most of the men, the rest give him a skewed look for his offering of whoring. The offer was not a complete waste though for his efforts as it turns of the cooks daughter had a devious side and she and a soldier smitten with her takes you up on the offer.  The evenings festivities are pleasant for all involved and it is around two in the morning when things come to a close.

The others continue in their slumber in the assigned quarters uninterrupted like the rest, the faint ringing of the smithy coming through the wooden walls.  Torches lit along the ramparts cast shadows on the inside but allow the men to see out and do not hamper their night vision.



Roll Perception
-8 for Grudgebearer (Alcohol)
-4 for Thracce (Alcohol)
-4 for Jalahada (Throws of passion)
-2 for the sleeping     

The deal struck with the cooks daughter was rather interesting for Jalahada. It was something he had done before, on a number of occasion where women wanted their suitor satisfied but their maidenhood remaining intact. In the darkness of the girls bedchamber's he was instructed to carry out tasks and acts the smitten soldier wanted the cook's daughter to perform.

Jalahada carried out these tasks/acts quite well without the smitten soldier even knowing there was a third person in the room....or even that the smitten solider was satisfied by a male Elf.

19:24, Today: Jalahada Kirith rolled 1 using 1d100.  seduction 43%.
Critical Pass!!!! (poor soldier boi has no idea.....)

19:25, Today: Jalahada Kirith rolled 28 using 1d100.  impersonate specific, known person (cook's daughter) 41%.
Pass

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Around two in the morning, Jalahada attempts to sneak out of the girl's bed chambers but ends being seen by some other guard....having been paid this wasn't his problem.

19:31, Today: Jalahada Kirith rolled 77 using 1d100.  Prowl 55%.
FAIL....oops!

19:37, Today: Jalahada Kirith rolled 10 using 1d20.  perception -4.
unat 6

Grudgebearer had let his pride get the best off him, it had went down so smooth on the first shot that when offered the flask from Thracce he did not hesitate.  That turned out to be a mistake as he quickly blacked out from the moonshine.

In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 28):

06:57, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 0 using 1d20-2 ((2)).

Thracce enjoys the view of the world altered by the mild hallucinogenic he keeps quiet company with the dwarf as they recline against the stocks. The flask, shot glasses and the Absinthe itself all fizzle out of existence after 5 hours leaving the two chemically unimpaired from that point on.

Jalahada is walking back to the sleeping quarters provided.  His path taking him past where Caspar and Grudgebearer were enjoying their drink, past the main gate and the smithy.  The passed out forms of three Kolbold's around a table just inside the smithy, a large bottle of something clearly alcoholic in each of their hands with plenty of empty ones scattered on the table with partially finish plates of food, a set of dice and a small stack of coins.  By the dying embers of the forge, the large orc is curled up by the forge and had covered himself with a couple of holey burlap sacks.  A heavy fog has settled around the fort, so thick the fog that it is creeping inside wooden palisade walls, concealing a bottle that had been thrown in the earlier dice game among the Kolbold's.  Jalahada ends up kicking the bottle with his foot sending it skittering along the ground.  The guards on the walls turn to see what caused the commotion, Jalahada's Elvish grin is the last thing they both see as the wooden gate explodes in a shower of various sized splinters and chunks of wood of the once sturdy front gate.  A a twenty foot tall giant and his wooden tree club buried in the gate, he struggles to wrench it free.  The twang of short bows can be heard in the night as screams of some guards being hit.  All followed by the battle cry of what can only be the voices of goblins and orcs.  One of the Kolbold's is dead a chunk of wood sticking through his abdomen, his hands clasped around his face one of surprise.  The other two are walking around the smithy dazed from the sudden blows to the head from shrapnel.  The Orc is as far away from gate as his chain will allow him, desperately pulling on it to break free.  He appears to be rather uninjured as the stone base of forge had protected him from any debris.  It is only a matter of seconds before the giant retrieves his giant club from the wall and will completely clear the gate.  Heavy ladders can be heard being placed along the walls in the front and Orcs and Goblins climb to the top and jump down to the ramparts.

With the sound of the gate being smashed Caspar and Grudgebearer are close that they will be second on the scene with Jalahada.

At the sleeping quarters, you are all resting peacefully, when a loud cracking sound wakes you all, followed by the sound of the door to your resting quarters being kicked in.  In comes five orcs, weapons drawn and bloody, the head of the guard that had escorted you to Captain hanging from his belt.

What do you do?
(please roll initiative)

Verna, sleeping in a bed in the back and with a dagger under her pillow (just in case some man tried to crawl back to bed with her) is woken by the door being kicked in. Having no intention of getting raped by an Orc (rumor has it that Orcs had ugly barbed cocks) throws her ‘bed dagger’ at the head/face of the nearest Orc.

She then rolls out of bed, wearing nothing but a flimsy night gown that does nothing to hide her gender. Grabbing her nearby bow Verna let’s loose at the nearest three Orcs.
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In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 32):


16:58, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 6 using 1d20+3.

Thracce was mid-dream a very pleasant dream, sleeping very hard when he hears the commotion. He sits up suddenly it takes a moment for him to shake himself fully awake. He  conjures Armor of Ithan and draws his swords. He glances to see if the dwarf is up to the challenge but does not linger. As he rushes to the shattered gate he conjures a magic net across it to block the giants progress, perhaps trap him and his club in it. He can cast it up to 100 ft away, covers a 10 x 10 area.


Armour of Ithan   AR 18  SDC 150 20 melee rounds 1/2 dam from fire cold lightning
   Initiative 11 or 13 to conjure before an attack.
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Korin sits bolt upright in bed as if from a nightmare. Then the door explodes in and he rolls from his cot into a martial stance.  He gestures towards the door forcefully expelling a breath and then snaps up his spear with the other hand.


_{22:33, Today: Korin Simmat rolled 11 using 1d20+6.  Initiative
Sixth Sense 2 ISP
Carpet of adhesion 10 PPE, targeting the ground beneath the orcs.}

Jalahada, is showered by splinters and chunks of wood as the gate is shattered. The queer as a platinum coated piece of copper Elf then hides in some nearby shadows, and promptly disappears.

Rushing into a fight wasn't his thing. Waiting for some unsuspecting Orc to run by only to be pulled into the shadows by an effeminate male Elf and choked to death on the other hand was well within his ability.

When some unsuspecting Orc does run by (hopefully long before the battle ends), Jalahada quickly exits his shadowy hiding place, wraps his garrote wire around the Orc's neck and pulls him back into the shadows. The Elf then grapples with the Orc wrapping his legs around the sub-humans legs, tripping it up and dragging it to the ground.
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Thilo had been in a deep meditating trance in the dark corner that Korin had eventually found to rest at, both opposite of Verna.  When the door is kicked in Thilo remains in the dark corner his staff across in legs  where he had been.  For a second Thilo is there the next all that is there is a shadow.

Grudgebearer wakes up to Caspar looking at him breifly and then running to the front gate leaving him alone.  Collecting himself Grudgebearer follows behind Caspar not really sure what was going on, the large crashing sound did not really draw his attention as the underground forges were fairly loud and he had slept through those sounds.  Yelling at Caspar as he approach him and saw the Giant with it's weapon stuck in the gate.

"Is this another one of your conjuring's mage, if it is you might as well cut it out we have enough adventure before us."

Verna's dagger fly's with accuracy in the direction of the orcs, forcing them all to dodge, narrowly missing them all.  It is in that time as the Orcs evade the dagger that Thilo's and Korin's quick incantation's go off in succession.  The Orcs all seem to be in terror and unable to move from their location, completely incapacitated.

The foremost orc to the group of three, falls injured to the ground, three arrows protruding from his chest, blackish blood pooling from his lips as he gasps for oxygen from a punctured lung.  The other four intruders remain stuck, frozen in fear of some unseen force.  Thilo seems to have melted into the shadows and cannot be seen, Verna's wispy night attire hugs her feminine form her shape is non to hard on the eyes although the situation makes it resistible at the present time.  Korin is prepared to meet out vengeance for interrupting a fine night of sleeping.

(Next Melee sequence Verna, Thilo, Korin....what do you do?)

Grudgebearer stood there looking the fool at the front gate calling on Caspar to stop his pranks.  The giant spots Caspar casting his spell, with a massive heave the giant wrenches his club loose just mere seconds before Caspar's magic net falls where the club once was.  With another massive swing the giants club makes small work of the front gate but it is caught up in the magic net which fell on the gate.  A path is clear though beside the jumbled mess of gate pieces and the giants club, orcs and goblins come in past the giants legs.  From behind Caspar Grudge and Jalahada the Captain of the fort comes with soldiers and form a defensive  line just in front of Caspar and Grudge, their large tower shields lock into place ready for the small charging force of orcs and goblins.

Jalahada who was there with the group has disappeared.  A goblin passes the spot of deep shadows where Jalahada had been, effeminate hands snap out and grab the passing goblin. The faint sound in the darkness of something struggling for breath is the only evidence that someone maybe there.

(Next Melee sequence Grudgebearer, Caspar, Jalahada....what do you do?)

The sounds of injured men and monsters, weapons clashing can be heard throughout the fort area.  The initial assault on the fort is over a small scale battle has commenced.

In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 39):

"No Grudge this is quite real." Thracce will fling another Magic Net up from the ground across the giants feet and legs hoping to catch any orcs or goblins coming with him and also hoping to trip him as he tries to move forward. He is ready to support the soldiers should any beast-men get past their wall of shields.





OOC:initiative 10 or 12 to conjure before attacked PPE 103/79
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Not hesitating a bit, Verna puts an arrow into each of the four frozen Orcs.

Unseen within the shadows of the room Thilo's voice can be barely heard above the twang of Verna's rapid fire bow string. Thilo casts defensive magic on his allies



Initiative: 8
Action 1: Cast Armor of Ithan on Verna (Duration:5 mins / A.R.18 SDC 150/150)
Action 2: Cast Armor of Ithan on Korin (Duration:5 mins / A.R.18 SDC 150/150)

In reply to Caspar Uhla Thracce (msg # 40):

Grudgebearer's eye brows raise at Caspar's comment.

"Oh, OOOOHHHH...well then I guess I better join this line here then"

Grudgebearer's face was a gambit of facial expressions going from comical, surprised, slightly worried to serious as he joins the line somewhere creating a dip in the shield wall that was also strangely amusing.

"Well I guess I will be giving these greenies some dwarven steel for midnight snack"

Korin tries to resist the incoming magic but is caught off guard and fails. Luckily it is just a boon from one of his own companions. He activates his telekinesis abilty and begins flinging matress tops, cots, small tables etc. at the orcs near the door. After the combustible materials are piled onto the orcs and hopelessly stuck in the carpet of adhesion Korin uses his last attack to fling a lit glass cased lantern into the midst of the subhumans.


Korin turns towards Verna.


"I scouted a couple good routes of egress from this camp. What say we use one of them to get the fuck out of here?"

Korin gathers his belongings and makes for a window, back door or other means of escape.


_{09:24, Today: Korin Simmat rolled 10 using 1d20+3.  strike6 (lantern).
09:24, Today: Korin Simmat rolled 5 using 1d20+3.  strike5. (fail)
09:24, Today: Korin Simmat rolled 10 using 1d20+3.  strike4.
09:22, Today: Korin Simmat rolled 12 using 1d20+3.  strike3.
09:22, Today: Korin Simmat rolled 18 using 1d20+3.  strike2.
09:22, Today: Korin Simmat rolled 19 using 1d20+3.  strike1.
09:16, Today: Korin Simmat rolled 9 using 1d20+1.  vs magic.(fail)}
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The four orcs are simply unable to do anything being frozen in fear by some unknown terror and immobilized by Korin's carpet of adhesion, Verna's four arrows hit true in vital organs.  They are already dying as Korin adds material and flames to the group of four, the horror in their eye's as they feel themselves start to burn to death.  The rising flames consuming the bodies of the orcs, they slump to the ground the stench of their burnt flesh and the billowing smoke start to fill the room, it won't be long before you succumb to smoke inhalation.  There is no exit other then the one which the orcs came from, as the rooms of the fort lined the exterior walls of the fort.

(Next Melee sequence Verna, Thilo, Korin....what do you do?)


At the gate the orcs and goblins crash into the defensive line formed by the keeps soldiers and Grudgebearer.  Grudgebearer is assailed by multiple blows, his deft ability with a shield is evident as all incoming attacks are parried and he counters leaving one opponent dead and a couple others injured but more come at the line from the gate.  What looks to be ten goblin archers stay just past the giants feet and let loose a volley of arrows at the group.  Two soldiers are critically hit on the front line creating a temporary gap that a lone orc makes it through and charges at Caspar.  Grudgebearer is engaged against two goblins and an orc.  The giant with somewhat unnatural agility dodges Caspar's magic net leaving his club stuck in the gate and moves forward towards the line.

(Next Melee sequence Grudgebearer, Caspar, Jalahada....what do you do?)

Stepping from the shadows into the light of the burning orcs, Thilo looks at Korin from within his hood.

"Whoever your master was that taught you magics boy was not a good instructor."

Thilo turns to the flame and casts an incantation of extinguish flames.

"We should not flee, if this attack is connected to our mission then we will need our other compatriots to accomplish the task we agreed to."

Thilo moves towards the door hoping that Verna and Korin will not run, although he was of mind to do the same thing.

In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 45):

Thracce moves forward to the attack the orc with twin blades, one slashing high the other low.

OOC:Initiative if needed
18:22, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 5 using 1d20+3 ((2))
Strikes
18:24, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 17 using 1d20+6.
18:24, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 22 using 1d20+6.
              Dam
18:28, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 9 using 3d6.+1
18:28, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 8 using 3d6.+1

                Strikes
18:24, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 11 using 1d20+6.
18:24, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 7 using 1d20+6.
                Dam
18:28, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 11 using 3d6.+1
18:28, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 12 using 3d6.+1

                  Strike
18:24, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 19 using 1d20+6.
18:24, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 25 using 1d20+6.

                  Dam
18:28, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 8 using 3d6.+1
18:28, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 16 using 3d6.+1


Twin parries
18:32, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 12 using 1d20+8.
18:31, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 17 using 1d20+8.

18:31, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 10 using 1d20+8.
18:31, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 20 using 1d20+8.

18:31, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 23 using 1d20+8.
18:31, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 17 using 1d20+8.

If the orc goes down, he conjures a net over the goblin bowmen, if not will press the attack.

                   Strike
18:33, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 13 using 1d20+6.
18:33, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 13 using 1d20+6.

     Dam

18:34, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 13 using 3d6.+1
18:34, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 12 using 3d6.+1

Parry

18:35, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 16 using 1d20+8.
18:35, Today: Caspar Uhla Thracce rolled 24 using 1d20+8.

PPE 103/79
Armour of Ithan   AR 18  SDC 150 20/19 melee rounds 1/2 dam from fire cold lightning
Initiative 11 or 13 to conjure before an attack.

This message was last edited by the player at 22:54, Fri 30 Nov 2018.

Seeing that there wasn't time to fully get dressed here, and getting dressed in the middle of a battle would not be the best of ideas, Verna quickly puts on a pair of pants and her boots. It would be slightly uncomfortable without her smallclothes but there wasn't time. She then grabs her quiver and slides it over her head, the strap of which easily bisects her breasts, giving no allusion to others the she was a woman. Last she grabs her weapons belt and adjusts it to fit on her waist.

With the fire out by the time she's partially dressed (pants, boots, and her nightgown covering her upper body Verna makes her way to the door, agreeing with Thilo.

"Yes, we need to gather the others and what's left of the garrison."

Jalahada feels the Orc he is strangling go limp. For added measure, he slides one of his daggers downward into the Orc's neck just where the neck meets the body. This severs the Orc's jugular vein, but without causing the mess of blood spurting everywhere.

Still staying in the shadows, the effeminate Elf looks around for another unsuspecting victim...

Korin looks at the hooded mage slightly confused about his comment. With narrowed eyes the teenage boys mouth opens partially as if on the verge of replying to the rebuke but instead turns his attention to exiting through the smashed entrance to the barracks. Korin leaps nimbly over the smoldering orc corpses doing his best to ignore the stench. Once outside he immediately assesses the situation as best he can and if there is no immediate danger he will cinch up the buckles on his leather armor, pack etc. in preparation for making a run for it.

Watching Korin dart from the building, Thilo sighs slightly at the young mans rashness.  Facing Verna, Thilo approaches slowly to with in touching distance.

"I apologize for earlier for casting my magic's on you without your permission.  If you would allow me I able to further enhance your combat effectiveness.  If not, that is understandable as many distrust mages."

Thilo had come to learn that a majority of the world did not understand the ways of magic and people had great mistrust of people who controlled other worldly powers.  And it was an understandable fear, who was to know other then the words of the individual that their magic was attained with with years if not decades of arduous study and not out of some dark pact to demonic or evil god forces.  Yes Thilo was all to aware of the mistrust of spell weavers.

In reply to Thilo Brighthand (msg # 51):

Verna shrugs her shoulders as she makes her way outside. As she asses what is occurring she replies to Thilo. "When it comes to situations of life or death, I'm a firm believer of doing first and asking later." The woman then readies her bow and scans for targets....

Caught up in the melee, Grudge holds his position, a wicked grin on his face as he bears down on the opponents in front of him, lashing out from behind his shield.

As the Orc comes within range of Caspar his forward speed and the reach of it's long sword catch Caspar slightly off guard catching you along the shoulder, by passing your magical armor.(9sdc)  The ensuing melee has Caspar taking advantage as the orc is overwhelmed by the speed and quantity of attacks.  With in ten second the orc is dead on the ground.

As the goblin archers prepare another volley Caspar's incantation of magic appears over head, panicking the goblins scramble to run away, all to no avail.

Grudgebearer cleaves the head from one of the goblins he is engaged with, the swing causing you to over extend.  The large orc seizes advantage, striking with his short sword with two powerful blows that send Grudgebearer staggering backwards.(46 dmg.)

Stepping forward to within twenty feet of the defensive line, the giant starts sucking in a large volume of air.  Falling forward into a push up position the giant lets loose a breath of fire along the defensive line.(Flame Breath Strike 10)


Verna, Thilo and Korin as you exit the sleeping quarters you can't see the flame breath itself but you can see what looks like a massive bonfire was lit and then fades away.  There are enemies about, but they are engaged with the fort soldiers.  You cannot see your compatriots from where you are.

What do you do?

In reply to The Storyteller (msg # 54):


Thracce takes a few steps back and conjures a magic net over the prone giant hoping to trap his head and upper torso to the ground. He'll make 2 such attempts as he defends his position.

"HPT/SDC 31/20 PPE 103/65 Armour of Ithan AR 18 SDC 150 20/18 melee rounds 1/2 dam from fire cold lightning Initiative 11 or 13 to conjure before an attack."