Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Things had gone Horribly Wrong...
Sitting in the brambles of the clearing, surrounded by groaning Goblins and dying Orcs, Midnight Fang snorted her disgust.
These fools had walked right into an Elvish trap, one time-tested by Aruthian legions against foes for centuries.
Had anyone listened to her? No, the fool Zuregath kept his precious Wizards close, but to him she had been but a Pawn. Well, no matter, now he was Dead <or was he? None had seen his body after his fall into the Lake...>, while she was alive for now at least.
Looking about, she could see several others that looked as if they might prove useful in getting out of this situation.
Where to now...
Wekerak petted Frostbite's Fur. The Winter Wolf's pelt was stiff with dried blood. Frostbite had sustained more than a few cuts and at least 3 arrows from the accurssed Elfies. The Wolf grinned as Wekerak applied ungeants from his pack, Frostbite knew that he would heal, only to eat more pointy-eared elves. Even now his gullet was full of Elf, he having taken a chance to consume most of a poor hapless Scout that Wekerak had suprised prior to the battle. Wekerak looks askance at the other Wolk Rider among those huddled in the clearing. Necromancer...Wekerak stayed clear of this one, lest it spill forth some vileness from the Realms of the Dead. Even a Goblin had his limits...
Valrack smiled grimly. Kithcor was nearby, licking blood from a dying Orc, the stupid brute too gone to care. Hex waited at hand, silent as ever, the glow in her eyesockets a dim amber. Things had not gone as planned. Dessus would be greatly displeased. Many of the Brothers of the Shroud had fallen in final Death, of this he was saddened. His Brethren should have the chance to Rise again, to visit the delicious Kiss of Unlife upon the Elves. Perhaps he could return to the site of the battle some day. Oh, the Horde he could raise from such a fine Slaughter. Something close at hand caused the Necromancer to look up. A struggle in the bushes, punctuated by a muffled squeal and the sound of some beast feeding. Ah, the politics of the Horde...
Kurg smiled wickedly, the Goblin had struggled greatly, which only made the meal all the better. A fresh gush of blood into the gnoll's mouth tasted like sweet bliss. crunching an arm, Kurg began his dinner. Things might be falling apart all around him, but who really cared as long as there was food at hand. In the Horde, there was always Food. A disturbance nearby caused Kurg to freeze, ten relax, as it was only one of the brutish Muragar, the Horde's Shock Troopers, an ogre...
Durgo sniffed the air. No Elfs, but much blood, yes, much. Little goblins everywhere, dying and moaning. Eats would be good tonight. Looking to his left, Durgo could see Captain Varn, the Hobgoblin pacing to and fro assessing the situation of the troops. Durgo was Varn's Right Hand,Corporal of the Company, Head-basher. Durgo did as Varn said, cause Varn had got Durgo outta some bad situations, some real bad ones. Like this morning, Elfs all around, a Phalanx of them, pikes stabbing, cutting the Muragar down, stinking cowardly Elves.Durgo wus ready to Die, like Ravarg had only a few minutes before. Ravarg...Durgo's brother had been shot with arrows, endless arrows. Then Varn was there, hewing Elfs with his falchion, with a squad of Hobgoblins and Vukar, the Company 'Pet'. Vukar wuz a Owlbear, almost big as Durgo. Vukar wuz crazy, tearing Elfs and even a few Hobgoblins. Varn cut right into the ranks, and his Sorcerer hit them with Lightning and Acid. Them Elfs died quick, with Durgo's Maul on one side and Vukars claws and beak on the other. Vukar had died too, Durgo was sad. Durgo had shared meals with Vukar, the owlbear liked his elf raw, just like Durgo, heh heh. A massive movement in the brambles caused Durgo to leap to his feet, and goblins scrambled for cover as something big stepped into the Clearing. A Bloody figure dragging a massive blade...Bargo, his Son...
Bargo saw red, saw red and heard screaming that would not end. He had ran through the forest, hacking elfs as he found them, the retreat was big mess,elfs all around. Zuregath wuz Dead, Bargo kill Elfs.Run and Kill Elfs, that what Bargo did! That his job.
Some of the Elfs looked like orcs, some yelled his name as he kill them. How Elfs know Bargo's name? Probly cause Bargo fierce! He laugh as he kill elfs that look like Orcs and yell his name, pleading no Kill...stupid Elfs. Bargo run through forest, see only Red, Rage in his mind. Only Elf Splitter stayed with him. Elf Splitter talk to him, tell him Kill Elfs!!! Varn tell him Kill Elfs! Even Durgo say that Bargo good at Killing Elfs....
Later, as the rage subsided, Bargo drag himself into the clearing, Orcs and goblins scurrying for cover, so often had Bargo kill them by mistake. His father stood there, a scowl upon his face. Varn was there too, look at him and shake his head.
Bargo looked down, he holding Orc head, bloody and covered in gore. How that happen? Bargo had killed Elfs, not Orcs.
Oh well, Bargo slumped down, resting for the first time in hours.
Captain Varn had made the decision to make for the Plains to the North with as many as who would follow.
'Bug-Out' was in one hour.
The Company's Priest had made the rounds, doing what he could, healing alll that looked able to make the trek, though many still had wounds.
OoC: The characters are wounded as follows:
Wekerak 6 HP damage.
Frostbite 6HP damage.
Midnight fang 1 HP damage.
Valrack 11 HP damage.
Hex Unhurt
Kithcor Unhurt
Kurg Unhurt
Durgo Unhurt
Bargo 10 HP
Let me know what you wish to do, head Northtowards the Border with Myrach, or something else.
You are currently in the woods, aprox 10-15 miles from the northern edge of the woods-edge.
Scouts have reported a large Elvish force south some 5-8 miles,with something BIG travelling with them.
Forgive my liberty with your characters, though I only posted flavor text.
Sitting in the brambles of the clearing, surrounded by groaning Goblins and dying Orcs, Midnight Fang snorted her disgust.
These fools had walked right into an Elvish trap, one time-tested by Aruthian legions against foes for centuries.
Had anyone listened to her? No, the fool Zuregath kept his precious Wizards close, but to him she had been but a Pawn. Well, no matter, now he was Dead <or was he? None had seen his body after his fall into the Lake...>, while she was alive for now at least.
Looking about, she could see several others that looked as if they might prove useful in getting out of this situation.
Where to now...
Wekerak petted Frostbite's Fur. The Winter Wolf's pelt was stiff with dried blood. Frostbite had sustained more than a few cuts and at least 3 arrows from the accurssed Elfies. The Wolf grinned as Wekerak applied ungeants from his pack, Frostbite knew that he would heal, only to eat more pointy-eared elves. Even now his gullet was full of Elf, he having taken a chance to consume most of a poor hapless Scout that Wekerak had suprised prior to the battle. Wekerak looks askance at the other Wolk Rider among those huddled in the clearing. Necromancer...Wekerak stayed clear of this one, lest it spill forth some vileness from the Realms of the Dead. Even a Goblin had his limits...
Valrack smiled grimly. Kithcor was nearby, licking blood from a dying Orc, the stupid brute too gone to care. Hex waited at hand, silent as ever, the glow in her eyesockets a dim amber. Things had not gone as planned. Dessus would be greatly displeased. Many of the Brothers of the Shroud had fallen in final Death, of this he was saddened. His Brethren should have the chance to Rise again, to visit the delicious Kiss of Unlife upon the Elves. Perhaps he could return to the site of the battle some day. Oh, the Horde he could raise from such a fine Slaughter. Something close at hand caused the Necromancer to look up. A struggle in the bushes, punctuated by a muffled squeal and the sound of some beast feeding. Ah, the politics of the Horde...
Kurg smiled wickedly, the Goblin had struggled greatly, which only made the meal all the better. A fresh gush of blood into the gnoll's mouth tasted like sweet bliss. crunching an arm, Kurg began his dinner. Things might be falling apart all around him, but who really cared as long as there was food at hand. In the Horde, there was always Food. A disturbance nearby caused Kurg to freeze, ten relax, as it was only one of the brutish Muragar, the Horde's Shock Troopers, an ogre...
Durgo sniffed the air. No Elfs, but much blood, yes, much. Little goblins everywhere, dying and moaning. Eats would be good tonight. Looking to his left, Durgo could see Captain Varn, the Hobgoblin pacing to and fro assessing the situation of the troops. Durgo was Varn's Right Hand,Corporal of the Company, Head-basher. Durgo did as Varn said, cause Varn had got Durgo outta some bad situations, some real bad ones. Like this morning, Elfs all around, a Phalanx of them, pikes stabbing, cutting the Muragar down, stinking cowardly Elves.Durgo wus ready to Die, like Ravarg had only a few minutes before. Ravarg...Durgo's brother had been shot with arrows, endless arrows. Then Varn was there, hewing Elfs with his falchion, with a squad of Hobgoblins and Vukar, the Company 'Pet'. Vukar wuz a Owlbear, almost big as Durgo. Vukar wuz crazy, tearing Elfs and even a few Hobgoblins. Varn cut right into the ranks, and his Sorcerer hit them with Lightning and Acid. Them Elfs died quick, with Durgo's Maul on one side and Vukars claws and beak on the other. Vukar had died too, Durgo was sad. Durgo had shared meals with Vukar, the owlbear liked his elf raw, just like Durgo, heh heh. A massive movement in the brambles caused Durgo to leap to his feet, and goblins scrambled for cover as something big stepped into the Clearing. A Bloody figure dragging a massive blade...Bargo, his Son...
Bargo saw red, saw red and heard screaming that would not end. He had ran through the forest, hacking elfs as he found them, the retreat was big mess,elfs all around. Zuregath wuz Dead, Bargo kill Elfs.Run and Kill Elfs, that what Bargo did! That his job.
Some of the Elfs looked like orcs, some yelled his name as he kill them. How Elfs know Bargo's name? Probly cause Bargo fierce! He laugh as he kill elfs that look like Orcs and yell his name, pleading no Kill...stupid Elfs. Bargo run through forest, see only Red, Rage in his mind. Only Elf Splitter stayed with him. Elf Splitter talk to him, tell him Kill Elfs!!! Varn tell him Kill Elfs! Even Durgo say that Bargo good at Killing Elfs....
Later, as the rage subsided, Bargo drag himself into the clearing, Orcs and goblins scurrying for cover, so often had Bargo kill them by mistake. His father stood there, a scowl upon his face. Varn was there too, look at him and shake his head.
Bargo looked down, he holding Orc head, bloody and covered in gore. How that happen? Bargo had killed Elfs, not Orcs.
Oh well, Bargo slumped down, resting for the first time in hours.
Captain Varn had made the decision to make for the Plains to the North with as many as who would follow.
'Bug-Out' was in one hour.
The Company's Priest had made the rounds, doing what he could, healing alll that looked able to make the trek, though many still had wounds.
OoC: The characters are wounded as follows:
Wekerak 6 HP damage.
Frostbite 6HP damage.
Midnight fang 1 HP damage.
Valrack 11 HP damage.
Hex Unhurt
Kithcor Unhurt
Kurg Unhurt
Durgo Unhurt
Bargo 10 HP
Let me know what you wish to do, head Northtowards the Border with Myrach, or something else.
You are currently in the woods, aprox 10-15 miles from the northern edge of the woods-edge.
Scouts have reported a large Elvish force south some 5-8 miles,with something BIG travelling with them.
Forgive my liberty with your characters, though I only posted flavor text.
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