Thamkis' red rimmed eyes locked on to the orc who'd thrown the spear, and she spoke her magic words to lull the warrior to sleep . . .

OOC: slumber hex, why not? DC 16 Will save

Their hearts slowed, the pounding of excitement settled to a contentedness. Their fears settled and their spirit rose up. Fueled with the courage to face any threat, the Orcs seemed little more than semi-competent rivals. Penny's strumming banjo cords echoed through the trees, voices could be heard back in the camp. Human voices, elf voices, dwarf voices; loudly rising up against their captivity.

An Orc readied another spear. His fellows egging him on for having missed his throw at Brengalyn. Thamkis was less than impressed with his performance herself. That spear had only just missed her. So, the Orc suddenly fell backwards of the side of the little ridge, asleep before his head smashed into the rocks along the way.

Brengalyn smirked as the orc pulled back from his cut, gripping her ankus in both hands and swinging across the space between them. The blow was sloppy, the pain throbbing in her side as she stumbled

OOC: attack roll 14, damage would be 12

"Barg will being with you shortly . . . "

Barg turned his beady red eyes to the new orc volunteer, smiling too wide as he leapt up to bite down on the orc's neck

OOC: natural 20, confirming on a 16, damage 25 (12 if not confirmed), if that kills him will pick him up as an unattended object as a free action

(OOC: so this will be obvious in moment. Bren missed on 14, Barg hit to confirm his crit on a 16. So, a little deduction would lead you to believe the Orcs have an AC of 15.)

Brengalyn's blade slid across the Orc's armor. An amalgamation of chain and plate that bespoke of Dwarf craftsmanship from the clans of the Eastern Mountains. Good stuff, most likely stolen from a caravan or supply wagon for so many of them to be wearing it. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Barg launch himself, yet again, at an Orc like some kind of Goblin projectile with teeth.

Barg bound from the ground and grabbed the Orc's arm as it was stretched out in his path. Foot hooking over the forearm, Barg powerfully extended his leg as his hand rose to grip the top of the Orc's armor along the neckline. His teeth followed, his eyes rolling back showing their whites like some kind of predatory beast, and then there was the initial resistance and the splatter of warm Orc blood over his face. There was a giggle, a giddy giggle, as the music of Orc misery and terror filled Barg's ears.

Thamkis was left shaking her head and tisking dismissively. That little barbarian was bound to bite off more than they all could chew one day. Soon, now less.

In the camp, hearts pumping with new fire, the prisoners fought the Orcs like people possessed of the little barbarian's rage. Penny smiled and sang on.

Brengalyn spat on the ground and continued her fight with the orc, swinging only for the orc to parry her strike

OOC: attack roll 13!

Barg turned to the next closest orc as the tall woman struggled to fight her one and smiled, leaping . . . and smacking a tree for good measure!

OOC: attack roll 10, damage 14

"
Went down the highway
Broke the limit, we hit the town
Went through to Hogsfeet
Yeah, Hogsfeet, and we had some fun
We met some girls
Some dancers who gave a good time
Broke all the rules, played all the fools
Yeah-yeah, they, they, they blew our minds

I was shaking at the knees
Could I come again please?
Yeah, the ladies were too kind

You've been - thunderstruck, thunderstruck
"
Penny's music solidified into jagged crystals that sprang forth from her fingertips and launching into the orcs.
ooc Chord of Shards aiming at as many orcs as I can without hurting my group. reflex negates 2d6 piercing damage (8). 

Shaking her head at the ridiculous display before her, Thamkis eyed another orc, and spoke her words of power to ensnare them in her slumber hex

OOC: same again!

As vibrant chords of musics spiraled into the air around Pennny, Thamkis delivered a potent hex that sent the Orc to the ground. The lumbering raider was snorting before he splatted in the mud at his own feet.

An Orc slipping and sliding, dodging the webs ungracefully, and bellowing rage filled curses on Brengalyn's lineage rushed to tall warrior and attacked with a bastard sword in a two handed grip. Brengalyn felt the force of the attack as it careened off of her armored shoulder as she slipped to his left.

Barg was just looking up as a trio of Orc's approached when an arrow came from he left rear flank and pierced his left calf (6 points Piercing damage). It elicited much pain and a burning desire within the Goblin.

As Barg whirled, wobbly for the moment on his feet, the musical chords fell for the sky and transformed into jagged, blade-looking shards raining down on the trio. They fell, dead, with multiple wounds. Barg felt somehow cheated when he looked towards the Orc archer.

The longbow was on the ground, but the Orc was running full tilt away from the area shouting at the top of its lungs, "It's a trap, It's a trap. They got a war mage. He's dropping the everloving sky on us."

"Ah! Sharp rain from the sky!! Barg must hurry, or Penny Purse will take all the most strongest!"

Barg threw a thumbs up towards Penny, impressed with her spell (it even injured him!) and seeing the archer he smiled widely. Archers were the worst, they hurt magic people bad. Barg would deal with this archer, who seemed to realize they were going to have a chase and obliged Barg by running

"Good sport! Good sport! Barg is seeing your very nice gift and will help with chasing!!"

OOC: not sure if Barg can reach our dear orc archer, but he has a movement of 30ft per round so if we're on an incline the guy might get a significant lead on Barg

Brengalyn focused up as the orc's weapon nearly missed causing her harm, her shoulder pulsing with the force of the blow as she spun to swing her ankus into his side

"Less talking dear, more lying on the ground. Let me help you."

OOC: attack roll 23, damage 14

The Orc's eyes bulged in their sockets. The scream died in his severed throat just before his head slipped from the stump of his neck. Brengalyn was surprised, not by the Orc's head falling from its shoulders, but by seeing Barg bolting over the muddy terrain after an Orc who seemed to be fleeing like a mouse being chased by an ornery cat.

Penny continued her song passed the webbing and the dead orcs.
"I was shaking at the knees
Could I come again please?
Yow!"
She headed towards the camp launching into a banjo solo.

Gonna double move as far as my little feet can carry me.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 03:56, Sat 25 Dec 2021.

"Barg!"

Brengalyn took off at a run to chase after the orc and Barg both, hopefully he wasn't running into another trap

Several Orcs, running with spears and shields, were caught by surprise when Brengalyn literally ran into them in the trees.

(OOC: bren make a ref save. please)

Brengalyn had trained from a young age to be quick and react within the space of a breath. It usually saw her through . . . this would be a trial to see if it held

OOC: Reflex save result 18

Shields and spears went clanging and bouncing to the ground. Two Orcs did the same. The third clutched a tree for stability and screamed in rage and embarrassment. He drew a shortsword and a hand axe as he steadied himself on his feet.

"Git up you mangy kurrs." the orc shouted to his companions.

Barg laughed and laughed, almost a fitful giggle, as he chased the orc

"Running is good yes, but Barg will be catching you!"

Continuing to pluck at her banjo Penny grabbed her star knife from her side.
"You've been.... Thunderstruck!"
And the little gnome threw her blade at the orc's assaulting Bren.

ooc way of the shooting star attack 14, 6 damage

Without having been spotted previously, a massive Orc bound into the fray around Brengalyn. Stepping in line with Penny's thrown blade and immediately tossed it back at her. Penny's heart skipped a beat as the blade pierced the gourd of plum wine hanging at her hip.

The Orc kicked another, smaller Orc, backward in time to avoid a killing blow from Brengalyn's blade. It roared, quite literally, causing birds and small animals to flee the trees. It heft a massive sword and was covered in shimmering hide armor.

The Orc Barg pursued turned at the sound of the large Orc's roar. A new look of arrogant confidence planted on its squat face. As the Goblin bore in the Orc drew a large dagger and waited.

"That's what I'm looking for! A challenge!! Mirdautas vras!!"

Brengalyn slipped low, swinging her ankus down and trying to hook the large orc's leg to sweep him

OOC: trip check of 26, if his CMD for trips is lower than 27 he's knocked down

Barg laughed, eyes gleaming and tongue dangling, as he caught up with the orc he was chasing

"Barg accepts this surrender. Is good for balance of nature! Strong eating weak!!"

OOC: charge attack roll 22, damage 17, current AC 18. If at all possible use free action to pick up a rock . . . for the fun of it because Barg can.

Rushing forward, Thamkis tried to follow her group not too far behind lest she be left completely away from them in a moment of need.

Seeing the huge orc fighting Brengalyn, she rubbed her hands together and spoke the ancient curse words, the weapon in his hand growing hot

OOC: burning disarm, DC 16 Reflex save to drop his weapon or take 2d4 fire damage

Barg, ecstatic and frothing with joy, bound forward. Rock in hand he descended upon the Orc as it moved in. The smug expression suddenly changed to that of abject astonishment when the smaller Barbarian impacted into him. The Orc managed a swing, to no avail though it drew a little blood.

(OOC: Barg will suffer 6 points of damage.)

The impact drove both Barg and the Orc to the ground. Teeth gnashing, rock smashing, and Orc arms flailing.

The large Orc was suddenly upended. Flipping in the proverbial 'ass over tea kettle' motion sending his head backwards into the dirt as his feet struck tree limbs. He roared in anguish as his hand suddenly exploded in pain as his weapon turned fiery hot in his grasp. As if to add insult to injury a hunter came charging out of the forest with a spear. The lash marks across the man's face said it all. He drove the spear through the Orc's side pinning him to the dirt.

Screaming in agony and hatred. The Orc reached for a large knife strapped to its calf.