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A bellow.

He landed in a bare-footed squat on the fallen tree trunk and reared upwards.

260 pounds of orc chieftain, Lermoriach stood, breathing in through his nose and his throat sac ballooning. The symbol of twin axes were carved into his dark face, gruesome red scars. His fangs were yellow, with gold teeth in between and he bared them now, as he turned his fierce, amber eyes on his band.

He had orcs, lightly equipped, with their menagerie of freakish, simian faces. But he also had goblins. These were a breed apart from the orcs, and looked it. Where the orcs were thickly muscled and dark, earthy colours, the goblins were wiry things, almost bird-like, with bright, pigmented skin and eyes. They chittered with rows of sharp teeth, clearly flesh-eaters, and trilled through their long noses. The Orc Lord used them for hunting Fey, for nothing was better at that task than goblins. Lermoriach's hunt was for a more mundane creature. A female of the humans.

"Only her!" He growled, "On the others, do murder! DO MURDER!!"

"MURDER!!" His warriors squawked, roared and spat, surging downhill through the trees.

Lermoriach dropped down from the treetrunk, blocking two of the goblins. Their skin and eyes were red, and their noses had been cut off, leaving only holes that oozed with a bubbling puss. Shamans.

The chieftain eyed them with disdain. "Bring her down and bring her to me." He snarled.

***

Ahead of the shamans, the rest of the goblins broke from the forest.

Groil was amongst them, a vicious, vile goblin, the thought of being too late to the fray and perhaps only mutilating bodies, made him panicky.

He watched the backs of the goblins in front of him, desparate to overtake.

Rich sunlight rushed over them as they rushed from the trees. Groil's shadow fell long and black against the sun-bleached rock and he could see the axe he wielded looking gigantic in his shadow's hands.

He grinned ear to pointy ear. Most of the other goblins carried wooden clubs with paddle-like heads. They could lay open a man's chest if unprotected but Groil and some of the proven warriors carried the Orc Lord's steel, bearded axes that would cleave leather, padding, breast, bone and heart.

The rock underfoot was trecherous, carved by the river into a labyrinth of walls and promontories with sheer drops either side. More goblins had been lurking in these shadowy troughs, hidden by the late sun.

Less than 10 paces ahead, Groil saw the adventurers. His brethren were scrambling up the rocks around them from below.

There was a white flash to Groil's left and he nearly fell. One goblin toppled from the rocks, a smoking husk, another was thrown to his knees, and Groil saw the copper-haired jester gesturing arcanely with one hand whilst holding a rapier in the other.

The jester would soon be dragged down by the lurkers, so Groil veered to the right and jumped across a chasm alonsgide another goblin... the Axesian bowman launched an arrow and it intercepted the other goblin's face. It tumbled into the foaming whitewater with barely a splash, but Groil landed, raised his axe and plunged into the fray.

Seyja swept her axe, screaming and laughing in rage, so she scythed goblin heads as they scurried up from hiding below. Heilbutt held his spear high, tip-lowered in a one-handed grip, like a scorpion's sting, as he fell back to protect his master, the half-elf cleric Nestaron.

Weston was reaching for his sword when a goblin lept at him with its skull-splitting club. There was a yell and the goblin was chopped out of the air by Sergeant Almador's polearm. The older man's eyes met Weston's. Almador looked shocked. Not as shocked as the dead goblin scum.

There were goblins attacking on all sides, with creepy, white-ringed eyes, blue skin and flushed throats. Some had wooden, goblin clubs, but some had bearded axes of grey steel. Some of the headless corpses at Seyja's feet carried nets and ropes. That hinted to D that there was more to this ambush than met the eye, and either way, he wasn't fond of grinding melee. A goblin grunt hopped towards him, but suddenly D was a rapidly fading memory. The grunt blinked, gobsmacked and glancing around, sure that either his mind or eyesight were failing.

A deep, resonant voice in prayer rose above the clamour. Nestaron pointed an accusing finger up the slope to the trees, where the two hideous, goblin shamans had emerged, red-skinned, noseless and decked in macabre trinkets. A wave of power pulsed from the cleric, washing over his companions. They all felt as though someone, an ally, stood back to back with them, whether Nestaron, or maybe some divine agent they couldn't tell.

Some of the goblins were trying to reach Nestaron, but were held off by Jex and Heilbutt in bloody fighting.

Groil saw the armoured paladin fighting at Seyja's flank, preventing anyone netting the mad bitch from behind. A champion! Groil's favourite. Skipping over his dead brethren, Groil coiled.... He caught the paladin's golden eye -- Not a champion! -- at the same time his toes caught a fissure. The goblin ate rock, face first, his front teeth exploding as if struck by a hammer.

Zoltan didn't think much of it, lunging to intercept a different goblin that was about to bury an axe between Tindarien's shoulders. The tiefling barged the goblin aside, gaining a split eyebrow, but the high elf got away with a similar flesh wound.

Before Zoltan or Tindarien could say anything, something splattered them, hot, wet, and putrid. Seyja screamed in agony as raw pain shot through her body. Yellow puss dripped down her body. The goblin shamans further uphill, they chittered, clutching dark totems, before spraying puss from the noseless holes in their faces. The thick streamer landed amidst the melee in a grotesque splash. Seyja was already coated, and it carried some shaking curse with it.

Groil was dragging himself to his feet, cheering the shamans, when he felt a sudden weakness in his knees. Looking down, he saw the tip of a longsword protruding from his midriff. It disappeared again and Groil staggered forward as if pushed. He coughed blood and rounded on the paladin with his axe swinging.

So Zoltan was otherwise engaged, and Tindarien now faced a goblin grunt alone. It was no place for a sorcerer; he needed a better vantage so he could tackle the shamans. He could see D slipping between goblins, who ignored the dark elf like he wasn't there. Tindarien didn't have that trick but he did have tricks of his own.

The goblin grunt screeched and lunged, but the sorcerer vanished in a spray of dust, kicking up a similar plume as he reappeared some 20 feet away uphill. No sooner had Tindarien teleported than crackling lightning forked from his fingers and lit up the shamans. One deftly took cover behind the other, so that one took the entire brunt of the blast, skin boiling, eyes popping....

But the shamans weren't dead yet, the rest of the party were still occupied with the other goblins, and Tindarien could hear more, larger enemies crashing through the forest nearby.

[[
D HP: 21/21; Rec: 8/8; AC 14, PD 15, MD 11; Init +9
T HP: 15/18; Rec: 8/8; AC 11+2, PD 12, PD 14; Init +3
N HP: 27/27; Rec: 8/8; AC 17, PD 13, MD 13; Init +2
W HP: 26/33; Rec: 9/9; AC 16, PD 14, MD 11; Init +3*2
S HP: 25/33; Rec: 8/8; AC 15, PD 15, MD 11; Init +3*2
Z HP: 27/30; Rec: 8/8; AC 20, PD 13, MD 13; Init +2 (Engaging Gb.Gr3)
J HP: 17/24; Rec: 8/8; AC 14, PD 12, MD 11; Init +4*2 (Engaging Gb.Gr1)

Al HP: 27/27; AC 17, PD 14, MD 12; Init +3
He HP: 23/30; AC 16, PD 14, MD 10; Init +3 (Engaging Gb.Gr2)

Gb.Sc HP: 0/30 (5/mook); No. 0/6; AC 16, PD 14, MD 11; Init +3
Gb.Gr1 HP: 22/22; AC 16, PD 13, MD 12; Init +3 (Engaging J)
Gb.Gr2 HP: 22/22; AC 16, PD 13, MD 12; Init +3 (Engaging He)
Gb.Gr3 HP: 2/22; AC 16, PD 13, MD 12; Init +3; Staggered (Engaging Z)
Gb.Gr4 HP: 22/22; AC 16, PD 13, MD 12; Init +3
Gb.Sh1 HP: 6/34; AC 17, PD 12, MD 16; Init +6; Staggered
Gb.Sh2 HP: 34/34; AC 17, PD 12, MD 16; Init +6
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[ROUND 1. Escalation Die 0. Initiative is rolled:
J [10]19+4=23
W [16]18+3=21
S [1]17+3=20
He 16+3=19
Al 15+3=18
D 8+9=17
N 12+2=14
Gb.Sc 11+3=14
Gb.Gr 6+3=9
Gb.Sh 2+6=8
Z 4+2=6
T 2+3=5
Jex attacks Gb.Sc with Chaos Bolt(Lightning). Rolled 10+4=14 vs PD 14. Hit, Chaotic Benefit triggered
Jex rolled 4+3=7 damage. Killed 1 Gb.Sc
Gb.Sc takes 1 damage from Chaotic Benefit
Weston attacks Gb.Sc with Longbow and Deadeye Archer. Rolls 2+5=7 vs AC 16. Miss
Weston does 1+2=3 damage. Killed 1 Gb.Sc
Seyja starts Barbarian Rage. Attacks Gb.Sc with Greataxe. Rolled [11]18+5=23 vs AC 16. Critical Hit
Seyja rolled (5+4)*2=18 damage. Killed 3 Gb.Sc
Heilbutt attacks Gb.Sc with Jagged Spear. Rolled 4+6=10 vs AC 16. Miss
Almador attacks Gb.Sc with Polearm. Rolled 19+5=24 vs AC 16. Hit
Almador does 4 damage. Killed 1 Gb.Sc
D targets Gb.Gr with Shadow Walk. Rolled 15+4=19 vs MD 12. Hit
D walks in shadow. Next attack double damage
Nestaron attacks Gb.Sh1 with Spirits of the Righteous. Rolled 6+5=11 vs MD 16. Miss
Nestaron grants Tindarien +2 to AC until end of next turn
Nestaron casts Invocation of Community, negating all crits against party for battle
Gb.Gr1 attacks Jex with Axe. Rolled 12+6=18 vs AC 14. Hit
Gb.Gr1 does 7 damage
Gb.Gr2 attacks Heilbutt with Axe. Rolled 13+6=19 vs AC 16. Hit
Gb.Gr2 does 7 damage
Gb.Gr3 attacks Zoltan with Axe. Rolled 4+6=10 vs AC 20. Miss, Curse of Chaos triggered
Gb.Gr3 does 3 damage to Gb.Gr3
Gb.Gr4 attacks Tindarien with Axe. Rolled 20+6=26 vs AC 13. Hit. Crit negated by Invocation of Community
Gb.Gr4 does 7 damage--- Zoltan interupts with Bastion. 3 damage to Tindarien. 3 damage to Zoltan
Gb.Sh1 attacks Seyja with Shaking Curse. Rolled 18+6=24 vs PD 15. Hit, Spread triggered
Gb.Sh1 does 8 damage to Seyja. Seyja and Zoltan will take 2 damage whenever engaged or disengaged until end of next turn
Gb.Sh2 attacks Seyja with Shaking Curse. Rolled 4+6=10 vs PD 15. Miss, Spread triggered
Tindarien will take 2 damage whenever engaged or disengaged until end of next turn
Zoltan attacks Gb.Gr3 with Longsword+Smite Evil. Rolled 11+9=20 vs AC 16. Hit
Zoltan rolled 6+7+4=17 damage
Tindarien uses Highblood Teleport to become unengaged
Tindarien attacks Gb.Sh1 with Lightning Fork. Rolled 20+3=23. Critical Hit
Tindarien rolled (11+3)*2=28 damage
Tindarien attacks Gb.Sh2 with Chained Lightning Fork. Rolled 1+3=4. Fumble [Natural 20 followed by Natural 1!! -GM]

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[[ Just trying to be sure I understand all these 'features'. Doesn't "Deadly Assault" apply to the bow attack with an even roll on the to hit die? And what about "Second Shot"? I wasn't real sure when that came into play ]]

<Weston>

He smiled as his first arrow struck. As he looked again at the battle. While he would have liked to have had time for another arrow or three, there were too many foes too close for that now. He dropped his bow and reached for his sword and realized he was too slow.

He gives Almador a nod acknowledging his efforts as he finishes pulling his sword. "We have to keep killing the vermin", he said as he lunged at the nearest foe.



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Laughter disappearing, the barbarian woman screamed in combined rage and pain as she ignored the remaining goblins and lunged toward the nearest approaching orc.

"Die, you scum!"

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Zoltan

The battle begins swiftly, as he has found they usually do. Never time to prepare as much as you would like. Still, a small smile plays over his face as he calls his Tiefling Racial power into play against the larger foe, who trips over his own feet.

Zoltan spares a quick glance for Tindarien, who is being attacked, and focusing his will he pulls some of the damage of the blow against the Mage into himself.

He then returns to the task at hand and before the large goblin can rise, he stabs him deeply in the torso with his sword, putting the righteous anger of his training into the blow.

He can feel the disgusting fluid spatter him from the goblin Shaman, but he cannot worry about that for now and focuses on killing the foe before him.

Stepping back, he takes a large backhand swing at the neck of the goblin who is trying to rise in front of him.

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He slips from the day to the shadow, and begins moving towards his intended target. The goblin shamans would be very dangerous and deserved his full attention. He spared no thought to what was happening to his associates, that was their responsibility. His was to kill high value targets as quickly as possible, something he had done in multiple lives.

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Tindarien

As always in combat, things happen too quickly to register other than as a general effect. He knows that Nestaron has helped as he feels the effect wash over him as it has done before. Instinct serves him now and he focuses his will to move himself elsewhere where he can focus on the shaman. These are the most dangerous foe that he can see.

He had hoped the lightning bolt would have taken both of them. No use dwelling over lost opportunities. He hopes D is going to tackle the other shaman as he sends a Chaos Bolt at the one he had already injured. Removing one spell caster completely is their best option.

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Heilbutt

Bleeding from shallow cuts, the half-orc stood back to back with Jexric and fought the goblins with all his vigour. Despite this, the broken ground made his spear thrusts short and easily evaded by his notoriously fleet-footed foes.

"We must not get pushed back to the brink!" He yelled to the jester.

Jex had taken Heilbutt by surprise. He'd expected the bard to wave his rapier around fancily and either run off or get his head cut off.

Heilbutt hadn't expected dragon-blooded sorcery and charcoaled goblin. It made him doubly determined to prove his mettle to his companions, and so he lunged recklessly at a foe with his jagged spear.

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Nestaron

The cleric was glad to see Tindarien teleport away from the fray. He knew the high elf to wield a withering arsenal of magic, but breathing space and vantage was needed for good effect.

And needed they were. Nestaron recognise the red-skinned goblin for what they were immediately. Shamans. But they were too entrenched in their evil to be touched by his magic. Whatever dark and foul thing they prayed to, it was beyond Nestaron's ken. He didn't make a study of the idols of goblins.

Very well, he thought, narrowing his eyes and holding aloft his staff.

"Spirits of sword and clamour arise! Entwine our arms and guide our aim. Cool and calm, I call you life-takers!" He intoned.

[Casting Bless with Domain bonus, for broad effect on Jex, Weston, Zoltan, Seyja and Tindarien, granting +1 attack bonus until end of battle.]

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He was singing the Song of Heroes under his breath as he drew his rapier and attacked the goblins as they pushed forward.

[ooc: Sorry, crazed at work...but better busy than bored!]

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Sergeant Almador

"I've got your back, son!" He yelled to Weston, holding his partisan in a well-drilled defensive posture.

Indeed, the town guards weren't trained in anything but defensive manoeuvres.

Sergeant Almador stayed at Weston's back. He saw the half-orc on a narrow crease, struggling for an angle on his foe. The goblin was within his partisan's reach, so he opened up another flank on the creature, jabbing at it.

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The goblins were hunched, wiry creatures with thin limbs corded with tendons. Their blue, pimpled skins and white-ringed eyes suggested a more northerly tribe, but there was something else to these goblins....

It wasn't so much the eagerness -- goblins liked killing but they loved murder -- it was the ferocity, the boldness. A daylight attack on an armed party, and where were the dreaded goblin archers? These goblinoids had rushed in, some with hardwood clubs, some with well-made bearded axes, but not one bow between them.

Jex stared at the goblin he faced. It had a long, beak-like nose and behind its lips were chittering, needle-like teeth. Under his breath, the bard was singing in a language that had been dead for two thousands years, and he tried not to dwell on where he'd first heard it.

But the song had power, felt by his companions, tempo tempo tempo, each individual's moves suddenly becoming more co-ordinated with the fellow next to them.

Jex thrust at the goblin with a loud battle cry, his rapier piercing its foot, while the grunt hacked crudely at the bard's exposed flank. Anticipating, one-two, Jex blocked with the quillons of his rapier but the goblin flung itself behind the blow, following the axe blade with its whole body. The blow smashed Jex's hilt back into his own face and he crashed to the ground with the goblin scrabbling atop of him.

Landing flat on his back, under the goblinoid, knocked the wind from Jex's lungs but not the song from the tip of his tongue. Grabbing the grunt by the throat, he bucked and rolling, reversed their predicament. Jex's left leg slid off the edge of the rock promontory, and glancing sideways he saw the chasm yawning only a foot away, whitewater below. Blood was leaking from his nose, spattering the goblin's chin. The bard was never very couth, so he cocked his arm and pounded the goblin in the mouth with the hilt of his sword, swearing bluely.

Behind him, another grunt leapt up and hefted its steel axe to split his skull like kindling. Before it could, it screached as Weston's lunge ran it through, above the hip, out through the groin and into its thigh. The goblin brought its axe down on him instead, the steel crunching into Weston's shoulder as he dodged. He felt sharp pain but could be grateful that the Order had reworked his armour with heavy spaulders.

Two-handedly, Weston whipped his longsword out of the goblin's trunk, wheeling the blade in a classic transition and cutting down across the goblin's chest, right to left, splaying its vitals.

The grunt collapsed like a wet sack. Weston was standing amongst its dead brethren; the once pale rocks were awash with their revolting orange blood. The young fighter was already favouring one leg from where a goblinoid had tried to break his knee but frankly it was amazing any of them where still standing. This was no goblin ambush, it reeked of...

Orcs! Seyja rampaged up the slope towards the trees and there she found them. Pine branches cracked and the orcs burst from the forest, roaring and slathering.

Whereas goblins were brightly coloured creatures, orcs were browns, blacks, mottled pinks. And unlike goblins, their features differed widely from one to the next, but they were all hairy, heavily built and fanged.

Two came straight at Seyja, orcs taller than Heilbutt and wearing wreaths of severed ears around their necks. They carried mauls with ironbound heads and the barbarian woman knew they were berserkers. Pink foam had dried around their mouths and flared nostrils. Seyja's nerves were still on fire from the shaman's curse, but hearing Jex's battle cries stoked the fire in her belly too. She would return the slaughter to its sender, a rejected gift from a rejected suitor.

Seyja screamed and charged both berserkers.

Heilbutt heard and looked around. He was bloodied from the fighting, but Sergeant Almador's polearm had allowed him to find better footing. The half-orc saw Seyja and the berserkers, was afraid for her, but there were more orcs uphill with Tindarien in their way. Heilbutt would have to barge through the goblins, and then to who's aid did he go? He turned to his master....

Nestaron cast his blessing and his companions could feel their presence, ancient spirits of battle, for whom death held no fear. They did not provoke fury, they instilled calm.

Loading a stone into his staff sling, the cleric took aim at a goblin shaman even as they were aiming their accursed gouts.

The lightning struck shaman sucked in its breath, ooze bubbling from its nose hole, but suddenly a dark elf stood behind it and plunged a dagger into its neck, sawing forward. Orange blood gushed down the goblin's chest and it toppled sideways, half-decapitated.

The second shaman squawked in alarm, flinching away from D and its streamer of slime splashed wide of the party, only a few spatters striking the Sergeant. Nearby, Tindarien the High Elf dug deep into his darkest knowledge and flung out his hand. From it fled a shadow, groaning, wailing, formless, streaking across the open ground and thudding into the shaman's breast, twisting heart, squeezing lungs and raking spine. The goblin wheezed but didn't die, and it turned a baleful eye on Tindarien, then D, and sneered.

Suddenly both elves were assailed by orc warriors, growling and wielding broadswords, edges notched and jagged.

The dark elf ducked and leaned, losing sight of Tindarien, who fended off the orcs with his own sword as best he could. The short, leaf blade was a poor defence and while the sorcerer was blocking an overhead chop from one orc, the other struck him under the ribs, carving four inches into Tindarien's flank. A mortal blow. Tindarien might have been concerned for the ferret, hidden, trembling in his pack. What would happen to Farvi?

About the hack the sorcerer to bloody chunks, the orc warriors were bowled apart as Heilbutt charged into their midst, spearing one through the stomach with such violence it lifted the orc off its feet.

Nearby, D dodged his orcish assailant with a butterfly twist and charged Tindarien's orcs, plunging his dagger into the back of the one Heilbutt had wounded. Tindarien staggered backwards, clutching his side but succored by the bard's obscene battle cries downhill.

Nestaron stamped his staff on the rocky ground, muttering to himself. From a well of life within him, the half-elf drew forth energy and moulded it with magic, golden light radiating from under his skin. Somehow he drove it across the distance, into his friend, Tindarien, and the same light bloomed in the high elf's flank.

Now the orc warriors were engaged in a fierce melee with Tindarien, Heilbutt and D. The afternoon sun glinted from the edges of blades, and the goblin shaman and the high elf sorcerer traded fell magics that made the greenery wilt.

Between them and Nestaron, Seyja was battered by the berserkers' mauls. She felt her limbs growing more leaden with every exchange, but the orcs were bleeding and labouring too.

A bellow.

Groil knew who was coming. Lermoriach, Chieftain of Bile and Spite. The adventurers were as doomed as he was.

Dying, the goblin grunt swung. It was so wild and without thought, it struck Zoltan upside the head with the haft not the edge, whilst the tiefling's own blade lopped the top off of Groil's head above the eyes. Groil flailed and spat, but Zoltan's next blow sprung the goblin's head from his shoulders.

Groil's parts toppled from the rocks into the river, and the paladin wincing, turned to survey the scene. He was likely surprised by the carnage. The goblins were fighting to the death, fighting like orcs. Like they were being pressed into a giant meat grinder by the ironshod boot of their overseer. What was worse, the meat grinder was starting to jam and the butcher's shop was still very much open for business.

Five orcs. Four goblins. Zoltan caught Weston's eye as the other man slew a goblin. Five orcs. Three goblins.

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D HP: 15/21; Rec: 8/8; AC 14, PD 15, MD 11; Init +9 (Engaging Or.Wa1)
T HP: 12/18; Rec: 6/8; AC 11, PD 12, MD 14; Init +3 (Engaging Or.Wa2)
N HP: 27/27; Rec: 8/8; AC 17, PD 13, MD 13; Init +2
W HP: 26/33; Rec: 9/9; AC 16, PD 14, MD 11; Init +3*2
S HP: 17/33; Rec: 7/8; AC 15, PD 15, MD 11; Init +3*2 (Engaging Or.Be1)
Z HP: 22/30; Rec: 8/8; AC 20, PD 13, MD 13; Init +2
J HP: 7/24; Rec: 8/8; AC 14, PD 12, MD 11; Init +4*2; Staggered (Engaging Gb.Gr1)

Al HP: 20/27; AC 17, PD 14, MD 12; Init +3 (Engaging Gb.Gr2)
He HP: 23/30; AC 16, PD 14, MD 10; Init +3 (Engaging Or.Wa1)

Or.Be1 HP: 20/40; AC 16, PD 15, MD 13; Init +5 (Engaging S)
Or.Be1 HP: 40/40; AC 16, PD 15, MD 13; Init +5 (Engaging S)
Or.Wa1 HP: 18/30; AC 16, PD 14, MD 10; Init +3 (Engaging He)
Or.Wa2 HP: 22/30; AC 16, PD 14, MD 10; Init +3 (Engaging T)
Or.Wa3 HP: 30/30; AC 16, PD 14, MD 10; Init +3 (Engaging D)
Gb.Gr1 HP: 9/22; AC 16, PD 13, MD 12; Init +3; Staggered (Engaging J)
Gb.Gr2 HP: 12/22; AC 16, PD 13, MD 12; Init +3 (Engaging Al)
Gb.Gr3 HP: 0/22; AC 16, PD 13, MD 12; Init +3; Dead
Gb.Gr4 HP: 0/22; AC 16, PD 13, MD 12; Init +3; Dead
Gb.Sh1 HP: 0/34; AC 17, PD 12, MD 16; Init +6; Dead
Gb.Sh2 HP: 24/34; AC 17, PD 12, MD 16; Init +6
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[ROUND 2. Escalation Die 1. Initiative order as follows:
J 23
W 21
S 20
He 19
Al 18
D 17
N 14
Gb.Gr 9
Gb.Sh 8
Z 6
Or.Be 6
T 5
Or.Wa 4
Enemy reinforcements: 3 Orc Warriors, 2 Orc Berserker
Jex sings Song of Heroes. Rolled 18 vs 11. Sustained. Nearby allies gain +1 attack bonus until next turn
Jex attacks Gb.Gr1 with Rapier. Rolled 11+4+2=17 vs AC 16. Hit, "Pull It Together!" Battle Cry triggered
Jex rolled 3+3=6 damage
Seyja gains a spontaneous heal using recovery. Seyja uses recovery, rolled 9+3=11 HP
Weston attacks Gb.Gr4 with Longsword and Power Attack. Rolled 16+5+2=23 vs AC 16. Hit, triggers Deadly Assault
Weston rolled [2]4+[1]7+4=15 damage
Seyja attacks Or.Be1 with Greataxe. Rolled [9]19+5+2=26 vs AC 16. Hit
Seyja rolled 6+4=10 damage
Seyja takes 2 damage from Shaking Curse
Heilbutt attacks Gr.Gb2 with Jagged Spear. Rolled 10+6=16 vs AC 16. Hit
Heilbutt does 6 damage
Almador attacks Gr.Gb2 with Polearm. Rolled 8+5=13 vs AC 16. Miss
D attacks Gb.Sh1 with Dagger and Deadly Thrust. Rolled 13+5+3+1=22 vs AC 17. Hit, gains Momentum
D rolled (1+3)*2=8. Killed Gb.Sh1
Nestaron casts Bless on Jex, Weston, Zoltan, Seyja and Tindarien, granting +1 to attack until end of battle
Nestaron attacks Gb.Sh2 with Staff Sling. Rolled 1+2=3 vs AC 17. Fumble, Miss
Gb.Gr1 attacks Jex with Axe. Rolled 9+6=15 vs AC 14+1. Hit
Gb.Gr1 does 5 damage
Gb.Gr2 attacks Heilbutt with Axe. Rolled 9+6=15 vs AC 16. Miss
Gb.Gr3 attacks Zoltan with Axe. Rolled 18+6=24 vs AC 20. Hit
Gb.Gr3 does 5 damage
Gb.Gr4 attacks Weston with Axe. Rolled 17+6=23 vs AC 16. Hit
Gb.Gr4 does 5 damage
Gb.Sh2 attacks Seyja with Shaking Curse. Rolled 6+6=12 vs PD 15. Miss, Spread triggered
Almador will take 2 damage whenever engaged or disengaged until end of next turn
Zoltan attacks Gb.Gr3 with Longsword. Rolled 7+5+3=15 vs AC 16. Miss
Zoltan does 1 damage
Or.Be1 attacks Seyja with Maul. Rolled 17+7=24 vs AC 15. Hit, Crit negated by Invocation
Or.Be1 does 7 damage
Or.Be2 attacks Seyja with Maul, rolled 3+7=10 vs AC 15. Miss
Tindarien attacks Gb.Sh2 with Chaos Bolt(Nega). Rolled 15+4+3=22 vs PD 12. Hit
Tindarien rolled 1+3=4 damage
Or.Wa1 attacks Tindarien with Jagged Sword. Rolled 17+6=23 vs AC 11. Hit, Crit negated by Invocation
Or.Wa1 does 6 damage
Or.Wa2 attacks Tindarien with Jagged Sword. Rolled 12+6=18 vs AC 11. Hit
Or.Wa1 does 6 damage
Or.Wa3 attacks D with Jagged Sword. Rolled 6+6=12 vs AC 14. Miss]

ROUND 3. Escalation Die 2. Initiative order as follows:
J 23
W 21
S 20
He 19
Al 18
D 17
N 14
Gb.Gr 9
Gb.Sh 8
Z 6
Or.Be 6
Or.Sh 6
T 5
Or.Wa 4
Jex sings Song of Heroes. Rolled 16 vs target 11. Sustained. Nearby allies gain +1 attack bonus until next turn.
Jex attacks Gb.Gr1 with Rapier. Rolled 13+4+4=21 vs AC 16. Hit, "Pull It Together!" Battle Cry triggered
Jex rolled 4+3=7 damage
Tindarien gains a spontaneous heal using recovery. Tindarien uses recovery, rolled [3]5+2=7 HP
Weston attacks Gb.Gr4 with Longsword. Rolled 8+5+4=17 vs AC 16. Hit, triggers Deadly Assault
Weston rolled [1]3+4=7 damage. Killed Gb.Gr4
Seyja attacks Or.Be1 with Greataxe. Rolled [7]17+5+4=26. Hit
Seyja rolled 6+4=10 damage
Heilbutt moves to attack Or.Wa1 with Jagged Spear. Provokes opportunity attack from Gb.Gr2...
Gb.Gr2 attacks Heilbutt with Axe. Rolled 4+6=10 vs AC 16. Miss
Heilbutt attacks Or.Wa1 with Jagged Spear. Rolled 18+6=24 vs AC 16. Hit, Crit
Heilbutt does 12 damage
Almador attacks Gr.Gb2 with Polearm. Rolled 13+5=18 vs AC 16. Hit
Almador does 4 damage
D disengages with Or.Wa3 using Tumble. Rolled 17+5=22. Success. No opportunity attack
D moves to attack Or.Wa1 with Dagger, Sneak Attack and Sure Cut. Rolled 9+5+3=17 vs AC 16. Hit
D rolled 2+3+3=8 damage
Nestaron casts Heal on Tindarien
Tindarien gains spontaneous heal using recovery. Tindarien uses recovery, rolled [5]6+2=8 HP
Nestaron attacks Gb.Sh2 with Staff Sling. Rolled 4+2+3=9 vs AC 17. Miss
Gb.Gr1 attacks Jex with Axe. Rolled 19+6=25 vs AC 14. Hit
Gb.Gr1 does 5 damage
Gb.Gr2 attacks Almador with Axe. Rolled 18+6=24 vs AC 15. Hit
Gb.Gr2 does 5 damage
Almador takes 2 damage from Shaking Curse
Gb.Gr3 attacks Zoltan with Axe. Rolled 9+6=15 vs AC 20. Miss
Gb.Sh2 attacks Tindarien with Shaking Curse. Rolled 5+6=11 vs PD 12. Miss
Zoltan attacks Gb.Gr3 with Longsword. Rolled 17+6+4=27 vs AC 16. Hit
Zoltan rolled 8+4=12 damage. Killed Gb.Gr3
Or.Be1 attacks Seyja with Maul. 6+7=13 vs AC 15. Miss
Or.Be2 attacks Seyja with Maul. 15+7 vs AC 15. Hit
Or.Be2 does 7 damage
Tindarien disengages with Or.Wa2. Rolled 15 vs 11. Success. No opportunity attack
Tindarien moves to attack Gb.Sh2 with Chaos Bolt(Nega). Rolled 5+4+4=13 vs PD 12. Hit
Tindarien rolled 3+3=6 damage
Or.Wa1 attacks Heilbutt with Jagged Sword. Rolled 4+6=10 vs AC 16. Miss
Or.Wa2 attacks Tindarien with Jagged Sword. Rolled 13+6=19 vs AC 11. Hit
Or.Wa2 does 6 damage
Or.Wa3 moves to attack D. Rolled 8+6=14 vs AC 14. Hit
Or.Wa3 does 6 damage]

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Zoltan

He takes in the scene quickly, shaking off the smash from the haft of the Goblin's axe. He knows the remaining shaman needs to be taken down so he charges at it, shield leading to give him some protection from it's putrid attacks.

As he moves he can see Weston taking out his bow and he knows he will be targeting the Shaman as well, so Zoltan prepares to alter course and help Jex before he tumbles off the cliff if the Shaman doesn't drop from Weston's attack.

[OOC - Neal - Weston goes well before Zoltan so he should be able to see if the Shaman is still up after Weston's arrows fly past his head. Note he will use a second use of Smite Evil on the Shaman if Weston misses him.]

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She'd been roaring her rage, but now, as she began to tire somewhat, Seyja saved her strength a little, breathing in heavy gasps as she pressed home her attacks against her hated enemy.

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His memory didn't recall any fragment of such a pitched battle. In point of fact most of what he could remember involved a single foe who didn't know the dark evil that he had been, was coming. But that didn't delay or slow his lightening fast movements as he adjusted for his opponents. He had too many foes close by to toss a blade to assist Seyja. If she could hold out, he would assist her, and he knew she could hold out.

Lining up his dark blade he aimed it for the back of the orc's neck in front of him. He would kill it as surely as his blade would split it from behind.

[OOC: Sure Cut d20+6, d8+4, miss d4+1]

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With the closest threat settled, he grabbed his bow. They needed to get rid of the shaman and the apparent leader ... in that order.



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Sergeant Almador

His eyes were wide like saucers, taking in every speck of light, every motion. The man-at-arms looked like he was on the verge of panic, but perhaps that was what battle was, perhaps if you were fighting for your life and not on the verge of panic, you were simply ignorant or misinformed.

Sergeant Almador was thankful for the cleric's blessing, the calming influence of the spirits he summoned. As Heilbutt barged passed the goblin grunt, Almador thrust his partisan at its legs, trying to trip or lame it.

Stabs of pain shot up the older man's spine from where the shaman's cursed puss had splattered him. He gritted his teeth.

"Kill the bastard thing!" He shouted encouragement to Weston. Someone had to kill that shaman.

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Sighting along the arrow in his bow he grinned. "Working on it. Keep up the good work, you are doing great!"

He let his arrow fly at the remaining shaman even as he was pulling the next ...



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It was going to be him or the goblin. One would die and the bard was adamant about it being the goblin. He continues to sing the ancient song under as he struggles to keep himself from plunging into the ravine with the goblin rolling on the ground with him. The hilt of his rapier created a moment of separation and he tries to take advantage of it and throw the goblin down. If that fails, his rapier was still in his hand and magic flowed through his fingertips.

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Tindarien

Suddenly there are orcs, and ferocious orcs at that. Beset, he feels pain at a severe wound in his side. He does not want to end here. Not much in supporting his parent's legacy. Then he feels the balm of healing flowing into his side and knows who he will have to thank later as he has felt this boon before. And others arrive to assist.

Maybe not all is lost?

He knows the shaman is the biggest threat.. and then the orc leader. With these two gone, the tide could turn in their favour.

He reaches out a finger which is glowing red and a beam of red hot flame arches out towards the shaman.

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Heilbutt

Every impulse drove him to go to Seyja's aid, but he'd seen his master look in Tindarien's direction and seen the high elf recoil, gravely wounded.

So fighting every urge, he barged passed the goblin and stormed the hill, cheeks puffing as he went to Tindarien's aid.

For once he doubted the power of the spirits, the gods, to protect the barbarian woman, but he had to believe Nestaron wouldn't fail her.

And then there was no time for doubt or any other constructed thought, only instincts. He hated orcs. Killing them was a cleansing act.

Pulling his spear from the orc, he pistoned in back at in again, yelling to the sorcerer.

"Fall back, Tindarien! We will hold them!"

With most of the goblins slain, Tindarien could fall back, downhill to Nestaron's position... if he could get clear of the orcish warriors.

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Nestaron

He reached within himself, to the farthest, most remote corners, and found the light gathered there, growing, pure and positive, on the twilit roads to eternity. The fruit of life.

Nestaron knew Heilbutt wanted to aid Seyja, but Tindarien needed him more and so that's where he directed his disciple.

Well, if the half-orc insisted on calling him master, he'd better get used to following a command or two.

But Nestaron's mind was focused on someone else, there, he felt Jex's vitality, his life, and it was into the bard that he channelled the fruits he had gathered, a holy power, a healing force.

As he did this casting of his spell, his hand fumbled for another stone to cast from his staff sling. The shaman's time had surely come.

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Weston flicked the longbow up from the ground with the toe of his boot and caught it, snatching a fistful of arrows from his belt quiver. His eyes darted around the scene of battle, looking for an archery target.

The red goblin shaman was spewing puss from its noseless face, locked in a duel of magic with the high elf sorcerer, Tindarien.

Nestaron hurled a stone at the creature, thudding off of its hides but drawing its gaze so that it only saw Zoltan at the last moment.

It swung up its stone spear in defence, a clumsy block, but the paladin's blade hummed with a choir of seraphim, rending the spear into splinters when it struck and tearing the forearm to ribbons, as if the flesh itself leapt in all directions to evade the blow.

Then Zoltan had to lift his shield as the shaman burst into seething, spitting flames, shrieking curses at the top of its voice, boiling puss squirting from it. Smoke trailed from Tindarien's fingertips, as he sprinted downhill to join Nestaron, dimly aware that Heilbutt and the dark elf, D, had created an opening for him to escape the orcs.

With arrows gripped between the fingers of his draw hand, Weston pumped the string of his bow. One, two, the arrows launched at the goblin shaman, one sinking into its chest and finally silencing it. A third arrow, a third draw, Weston twisted at the waist and loosed an arrow at the goblin wrestling with Jex.

The two foes were bruised, bloodied, covered in rock dust from where they'd been grappling. The bard's arms were dead and his heart hammering. He didn't feel like he could breath fast or deep enough. The goblin grunt didn't look any better, its beak-like nose cracked and mashed against its cheek, blood smeared everywhere. But it had decided it was going to drag Jex with it, over the side of the rocky promontory and into the cascade. Jex was just driving the brass quillon of his rapier into the goblin's eyeball, when Weston's arrow thunked into the base of its neck and murked it.

Sergeant Almador also had a goblin problem. The older man-at-arms was wheezing as he staggered back from the grunt. Exhausted, he hadn't been concentrating during their last exchange and was suddenly alarmed by his slick grip on his polearm. He stared at his left hand in vague disbelief. It was missing two fingers; hot blood spurted from the stumps. His opponent gave a chittering laugh, its ear had been sheared off but it still hefted the steel axe with menace.

Seyja couldn't tell if she screamed as she blocked another massive, roundhouse blow from the berserkers. Her lips were blue, her eyes sunken and weeping blood, but her chipped teeth were locked in a vicious snarl. The orcs were relentless, untiring, their arms and shoulders working like terrible cranquins, winding up each attack with seemingly little strain.

Seeing the barbarian fading, one of the orcs growled "Lights out, little girl!" as it swung its ironshod maul up and over. With incredible ferocity the 'little girl' span to her off-hand side, her greataxe sweeping up from the long tail stance and slapping open the berserker's abdomen, spilling its innards. It roared and stamped on them, trying to retain its balance but Seyja struck again and lopped off its head, before the other berserker slammed into her.

Having poured healing magic into Jex, Nestaron the Half-Elf called upon the river gods to protect Seyja and she felt cajoled, as if some presence was pushing and pulling her out of harm's way. The cleric couldn't know if his divine magic would be enough to hold out against the orcs.

D might have decided that fighting orcs wasn't the done thing. Evidently he had no issue with killing them, but there had to be a more underhanded, blaggardly way of doing it.

The dark elf ripped his dagger from the neck of the orc warrior that had been harrying Tindarien. He'd created the opening that allowed the sorcerer to fall back, but was paying for engaging in the fray. Blood was pouring from a stab wound in his thigh and filling his boot. Alongside him, Heilbutt's armour was torn and glistening wetly but the half-orc didn't falter. The orc warrior dropped, clutching its neck and its feet kicking.

There were more.

One more especially.

With a crackling of branches, Lermoriach leapt from the forest, landing with a crunch on the burning carcass of the goblin shaman.

He stood amongst the black smoke, his amber eyes surveying the battle with unveiled disgust. He was a stocky, broad shouldered orc, with twin axes scarred into his face. The Axes of Impurity, marking his as a champion of the Orc Lord and a chieftain. He carried a steel boar spear and had a throat sac that trembled as a uttered a low growl. He saw Seyja. Lermoriach had been chasing her across the Dragon Empire for too long, every day a forced march, never able to pillage or plunder, and him, orc chieftain, answering to that dwarven abomination, the Iron Skull.

Lermoriach was going to kill every one of the adventurers, and then he was going to drag Seyja kicking and screaming back to the Orc Lord himself.

His eyes met Zoltan's and he recognised the zeal instantly. Lermoriach's growl became a roar, as he loped then charged towards the paladin who did likewise.

The two champions clashed, Zoltan's sword singing and tearing through Lermoriach's mail as they collided. The chieftain snarled and glared at the tiefling, showing yellow fangs and gold teeth. Without braggadocio, the paladin used his shield as a counterweight and wheeled his sword into a overhead chop. The blade struck Lermoriach in his forehead, but his skull didn't split. The Axes of Impurity sizzled and fumed, his throat sac swelled and then the chieftain bellowed.

All heard it, but Zoltan, D and Heilbutt, they felt it. The hatred, the revulsion for all civilisation, so overwhelming it could crush the life out of someone, as if a gargantuan boot was trodden across their neck. It was venom for the mind, a battle curse.

Lermoriach's orcs howled in reply, attacking with fury intensified.

Heilbutt staggered backwards, grabbing the blade of an orc's sword, as the tip was thrust into his stomach. D came to the Heilbutt's aid, burying his dagger between the orc warrior's shoulders, distracting it. But behind D, another orc attacked, striking the rogue across the back with its broadsword.

The first orc flung the dark elf over his shoulder like a ragdoll, a dead weight, then both turned on Heilbutt.

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D HP: -7/21; Rec: 8/8; AC 14, PD 15, MD 11; Init +9; Unconcious, Dying
T HP: 10/18; Rec: 5/8; AC 11, PD 12, MD 14; Init +3; Staggered
N HP: 27/27; Rec: 8/8; AC 17, PD 13, MD 13; Init +2
W HP: 26/33; Rec: 9/9; AC 16, PD 14, MD 11; Init +3*2
S HP: 3/33; Rec: 7/8; AC 15+2, PD 15, MD 11; Init +3*2; Staggered (Engaging Or.Be2)
Z HP: 18/30; Rec: 8/8; AC 20, PD 13, MD 13; Init +2 (Engaging Or.Ch)
J HP: 4/24; Rec: 7/8; AC 14, PD 12, MD 11; Init +4*2; Staggered

Al HP: 10/27; AC 17, PD 14, MD 12; Init +3; Staggered (Engaging Gb.Gr2)
He HP: 9/30; AC 16, PD 14, MD 10; Init +3; Staggered (Engaging Or.Wa1)

Or.Ch HP: 19/36; AC 18, PD 12, MD: 16; Init +5 (Engaging Z)
Or.Be1 HP: 0/40; AC 16, PD 15, MD 13; Init +5; Dead
Or.Be2 HP: 32/40; AC 16, PD 15, MD 13; Init +5 (Engaging S)
Or.Wa1 HP: 9/30; AC 16, PD 14, MD 10; Init +3; Staggered (Engaging He)
Or.Wa2 HP: 22/30; AC 16, PD 14, MD 10; Init +3; Dead
Or.Wa3 HP: 30/30; AC 16, PD 14, MD 10; Init +3
Gb.Gr1 HP: 0/22; AC 16, PD 13, MD 12; Init +3; Dead
Gb.Gr2 HP: 12/22; AC 16, PD 13, MD 12; Init +3 (Engaging Al)
Gb.Sh2 HP: 0/34; AC 17, PD 12, MD 16; Init +6; Dead
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[ROUND 4. Escalation Die 3. Initiative order as follows:
J 23
W 21
S 20
He 19
Al 18
D 17
N 14
Gb.Gr 9
Gb.Sh 8
Z 6
Or.Be 6
T 5
Or.Wa 4
Jex sings Song of Heroes. Rolled 19 vs 11. Sustained. Nearby allies gain +1 attack bonus until next turn
Jex attacks Gb.Gr1 with Rapier. Rolled 3+4+5=12 vs AC 16. Miss
Jex does 1 damage
Weston attacks Gb.Sh2 with Longbow. Rolled 1+3+5=9 vs AC 17. Miss, Fumble
Seyja attacks Or.Be1 with Greataxe. Rolled [16]19+5+5=29 vs AC 17. Hit, Crit
Seyja rolled (6+4)*2=20 damage. Barbaric Cleave triggered
Or.Be1 gains 6 temporary hp from Unstoppable
Seyja attacks Or.Be1 with Greataxe. Rolled [10]16+5+2+5=28 vs AC 17. Hit
Seyja rolled 6+4=10 damage. Killed Or.Be1
Heilbutt attacks Or.Wa1 with Jagged Spear. Rolled 4+6=10 vs AC 16. Miss
Almador attacks Gb.Gr2 with Polearm. Rolled 2+5=7 vs AC 16. Miss
D attacks Or.Wa2 with Dagger and Sneak Attack. Rolled 20+5+4=29 vs AC 16. Hit, Critical
D rolled (5+4+3)*2=24 damage [F***!!]. Killed Or.Wa2
Nestaron casts Heal on Jex
Jex gains spontaneous heal using recovery. Jex uses recovery, rolled 1+1=2 HP
Nestaron attacks Gb.Sh2 with Staff Sling. Rolled 17+2+4=25 vs AC 16. Hit
Nestaron rolled 4+1=5 damage
Gb.Gr1 attacks Jex with Axe. Rolled 11+6=17 vs AC 14. Hit
Gb.Gr1 does 5 damage
Gb.Gr2 attacks Almador with Axe. Rolled 11+6=17 vs AC 17. Hit
Gb.Gr2 does 5 damage
Gb.Sh2 attacks Tindarien with Shaking Curse. Rolled 10+6=16 vs PD 12. Hit, Spread triggered
Gb.Sh2 does 8 damage to Tindarien. Tindarien and D will take 2 damage whenever engaged or disengaged until end of next turn
Zoltan moves to attack Gb.Sh2 with Longsword and Smite Evil. Rolled 15+5+4+5=29 vs AC 16. Hit
Zoltan rolled 6+4+2=12 damage
Or.Be2 attacks Seyja with Maul. Rolled 15+7=22 vs AC 15. Hit
Or.Be2 does 7 damage
Tindarien moves to attack Gb.Sh2 with Scorching Ray. Rolled 6+4+5=15 vs PD 12. Hit, Burning triggered
Tindarien rolled 1+3=4 damage
Or.Wa1 attacks Heilbutt with Jagged Sword. Rolled 11+6=17 vs AC 16. Hit
Or.Wa1 does 6 damage
Or.Wa3 attacks D with Jagged Sword. Rolled 18+6=24 vs AC 14. Hit, Critical negated by Invocation
Or.Wa3 does 6 damage
D takes 2 damage from Shaking Curse

ROUND 5. Escalation Die 4. Initiative order as follows:
J 23
W 21
S 20
He 19
Al 18
D 17
N 14
Gb.Gr 9
Gb.Sh 8
Z 6
Or.Ch 6
Or.Be 6
T 5
Or.Wa 4
Enemy reinforcements arrive: Lermoriach(Orc Chieftain)
Jex sings Song of Heroes. Rolled 4 vs 11. Not sustained. Seyja gains +2 attack bonus to next attack
Jex attacks Gb.Gr1 with Rapier. Rolled 6+4+5=15 vs AC 16. Miss
Jex does 1 damage
Weston attacks Gb.Sh1 with Longbow and Deadeye Archer. Rolled 19+3+5=27 vs AC 16. Hit, Second Shot triggered
Weston rolled 5+2=7 damage. Killed Gb.Sh1
Weston attacks Gb.Gr1 with Longbow and Deadeye Archer. Rolled 15+3+5=23 vs AC 16. Hit
Weston rolled 6+2=8 damage. Killed Gb.Gr1
Seyja attacks Or.Be2 with Greataxe. Rolled [6]16+5+5+2=28 vs AC 16. Hit
Seyja rolled 4+4=8 damage
Heilbutt attacks Or.Wa1 with Jagged Spear. Rolled 1+6=7 vs AC 16. Miss
Almador attacks Gb.Gr2 with Polearm. Rolled 9+5=14 vs AC 16. Miss
D attacks Or.Wa1 with Dagger and Sneak Attack. Rolled 12+5+5=22 vs AC 16. Hit
D rolled 4+2+3=9 damage
Nestaron casts Shield of Faith on Seyja, granting +2 to AC until the end of battle
Nestaron attacks Or.Ch with Staff Sling. Rolled 7+2+4=13 vs AC 18. Miss
Gb.Gr2 attacks Almador with Axe. Rolled 13+6=19 vs AC 17. Hit
Gb.Gr2 does 5 damage
Zoltan moves to attack Or.Ch with Longsword and Smite Evil. Rolled 7+5+4+5=21 vs AC 18. Hit
Zoltan rolled 8+5+4=17 damage
Or.Ch attacks Zoltan, Heilbutt and D with Battle Curse. Provokes opportunity attack from Zoltan...
Zoltan attacks Or.Ch with Longsword. Rolled 9+5+5=19 vs AC 18. Hit
Zoltan rolled 1+4=5 damage
Or.Ch attacks. Rolled 12+7=19 vs...
...PD 13. Hit, Zoltan takes 4 damage. Orcs do +1d4 damage until end of battle
...PD 12. Hit, Heilbutt takes 4 damage. Orcs do +1d4 damage until end of battle
...PD 15. Hit, D takes 4 damage. Orcs do +1d4 damage until end of battle
Or.Be2 attacks Seyja with Maul. Rolled 10+7=17 vs AC 17. Hit
Or.Be2 does 7 damage
Tindarien uses recovery to Rally. Rolled [1]6 hp
Or.Wa1 attacks D with Jagged Sword. Rolled 16+6=22 vs AC 14. Hit
Or.Wa1 does 6+4=10 damage
Or.Wa3 attacks Heilbutt with Jagged Sword. Rolled 16+6=22 vs AC 16. Hit
Or.Wa3 does 6+2=8 damage]

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He grinned when the shaman fell and the grin widened when he managed to get a third arrow to hit, keeping Jex from going awol over the cliff. But then there seemed to be a whole flock of new foes coming from everywhere. It felt like they were losing ground! And that just wouldn't do!! He gritted his teeth and took a moment to survey. The big one fighting Zoltan seemed to be the leader. That seemed like the best target. Take =him= out and the others might break and run ... or at least be a bit demoralized. He sighted and let loose ...



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Seyja


Breathing in deep gasps, Seyja gathered her strength (benefiting from Nestaron's help, but she did not know that) and roared victoriously when the orc's head left its neck.

Now back to the other. She swung her greataxe at it and even as she did so, she heard the dreaded orc chieftain roar. Even in the midst of her rage, she recognized that sound.

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He could barely breathe, much less sing as he sang the last note he looked towards Seyja and she heard that note. Suddenly an arrow pierced the neck of the goblin and the bard watched it get silenced. Jex felt the grip loosen on him and he immediately clawed at the dirt to get away from the ledge. Once able to get to his feet and away from the precipice, he pointed a finger at the nearest goblin but if he managed to find a moment of safety, he looked towards the orc chieftan and targeted him and his nearest accomplices with a clap of thunderous noise which he hoped would harm and daze them for a befuddling.

[ooc: Soundburst Befuddle]

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