OOC: Good post, maddmic. Stay tuned for Herger's fate... Thornir, where art thou?
Starhl is a Northman. Honor in battle. Honor in life. Even those his people have been crushed under the heel of Shadow for decades, their spirit crushed, not now would he abandon a comrade. Another Northman. Herger. Breaking free of the orc attacking him, Herger races toward the massive reptile, his body shaking with an internal rage that makes the Northman see red. Close to the great beast, Starhl can see that much of the flesh of the reptile is dried and withered with great strips of skin hanging in tatters and gleaming white bone glinting in the gathering gloom. This is no living creature. A twisted monster. A monter of Shadow. Even the orc pursuing Starhl screams in terror and flees over the cowering form of the legate.
Swinging Bjorn's Faith, Starhl drives the blade deep into the belly of the creature. Hissing in anger, the free leg not holding Herger strikes out as it balances itself with a mighty surge of its wings. The talons strike Starhl with an irresistable force, crushing the Northman and driving him to the ground, his sword flying through the alley. Blackness consumes the Northman as blood pools around his crushed form in the tight grip of the great black claws.
OOC: Looking back at Starhl's damage, from this battle, he should have already been unconscious. This last attack did him in. Dead or alive...you'll have to wait to find out. Everyone, please remember to keep track of your character's hit points and if you go unconsious or are dead, let me know!
Valurel and Ensin renew the attack at Starhl's brave attack. Varurel's claws tear open one orc and Ensin, braving an attack, buries his blade in the gut of another orc. Both fall quickly. Before the pair can react, Kaela happens.
Kaela casting is instinctive, almost elemental in nature. Her fear adn anxiety rise, lost as she is in the mist and without knowledge of what is happening to her companions. Trusting her feelings, the young woman direct's Aryth's arcane fields to a point just south of the massive reptile. Fog billows out, hiding Valurel and Ensin from the beast's bale gaze. Ensin cries, Now, Elf! Follow me! Cluthcing his ribs, Ensin turns to run.
OOC: Valurel and Ensin have no orcs attacking them.
Bowen grabs Kaela, ducking the clumsy attack of the nearby orc and pulls Kaela northward, free of the billowing mist. Staggering from her injuries, Bowen cries hoarsely, Kaela, follow me! I know a way to safety!
OOC: Two orcs are still trying to attack Bowen and Kaela but are lost ilooking for them in the mist.
Lost in the midst, the Beast of Shadow cries out in anger and triumph. Beating its massive, bat-like wings, it begins to disperse the fog and mist that Kaela worked so hard to conjure. The legate's voice rises sharply in the mist as well. Warriors! Bring your vardatches into the alley and slay the insurgents! Hobnailed boots ring out on the cobbletsones in the mist...
Lodric...?
Starhl is a Northman. Honor in battle. Honor in life. Even those his people have been crushed under the heel of Shadow for decades, their spirit crushed, not now would he abandon a comrade. Another Northman. Herger. Breaking free of the orc attacking him, Herger races toward the massive reptile, his body shaking with an internal rage that makes the Northman see red. Close to the great beast, Starhl can see that much of the flesh of the reptile is dried and withered with great strips of skin hanging in tatters and gleaming white bone glinting in the gathering gloom. This is no living creature. A twisted monster. A monter of Shadow. Even the orc pursuing Starhl screams in terror and flees over the cowering form of the legate.
Swinging Bjorn's Faith, Starhl drives the blade deep into the belly of the creature. Hissing in anger, the free leg not holding Herger strikes out as it balances itself with a mighty surge of its wings. The talons strike Starhl with an irresistable force, crushing the Northman and driving him to the ground, his sword flying through the alley. Blackness consumes the Northman as blood pools around his crushed form in the tight grip of the great black claws.
OOC: Looking back at Starhl's damage, from this battle, he should have already been unconscious. This last attack did him in. Dead or alive...you'll have to wait to find out. Everyone, please remember to keep track of your character's hit points and if you go unconsious or are dead, let me know!
Valurel and Ensin renew the attack at Starhl's brave attack. Varurel's claws tear open one orc and Ensin, braving an attack, buries his blade in the gut of another orc. Both fall quickly. Before the pair can react, Kaela happens.
Kaela casting is instinctive, almost elemental in nature. Her fear adn anxiety rise, lost as she is in the mist and without knowledge of what is happening to her companions. Trusting her feelings, the young woman direct's Aryth's arcane fields to a point just south of the massive reptile. Fog billows out, hiding Valurel and Ensin from the beast's bale gaze. Ensin cries, Now, Elf! Follow me! Cluthcing his ribs, Ensin turns to run.
OOC: Valurel and Ensin have no orcs attacking them.
Bowen grabs Kaela, ducking the clumsy attack of the nearby orc and pulls Kaela northward, free of the billowing mist. Staggering from her injuries, Bowen cries hoarsely, Kaela, follow me! I know a way to safety!
OOC: Two orcs are still trying to attack Bowen and Kaela but are lost ilooking for them in the mist.
Lost in the midst, the Beast of Shadow cries out in anger and triumph. Beating its massive, bat-like wings, it begins to disperse the fog and mist that Kaela worked so hard to conjure. The legate's voice rises sharply in the mist as well. Warriors! Bring your vardatches into the alley and slay the insurgents! Hobnailed boots ring out on the cobbletsones in the mist...
Lodric...?