Remnants of the Horde-Flight from Aruth

[Mickerus]

Midnight Fang snarls and spits a guttural stream of curses in Abyssal, then with a hardly detectable motion, draws forth her shadow dagger and attempts to drive it into the treant wight's leg.

 

[Uriel]

New Round

Wekerak 26
Valrack 25
Kurg 21
Durgo 13
Midnight Fang 9
Bargo 2



Wekerak moves back outside,taking cover and shooting at the Undead Treants, one of his arrows finding a solid hit (2HP).

Valrack grins, shout's
'How 'bout a little Fire Scarecrow!'
and blasts the Treants <Made Conc check, Nat20> with a Fireball again <18HP>.

Inside the Stable

(Bargo has not yet charged, as he goes later)

The Dragon says in a voice laced with Molten Magma 'We of the Line of Grelgaramm the Destroyer have never lied in our bargaining. Set me free and I will aid thee in whatever endeavour brings you here.'

Krug is up...

 

[Orochi]

Kurg curses under his breath as a willow tendril lashes him, both for his failure to sway the first tree corpse and his failure to notice the second before it was too late. He should have noticed the stench of walking death, a scent very different from the scent of the swamps. He spun the head of his flail in the direction of this new threat, once more appenting to drive it away, or towards attacking its brother, his whine of pain changing to a howling growl of challenge

(Let's try this again. Rebuking the other treant wight)

 

[Velenne]

Durgo shrugs and takes the dragon at its word. Not all dragons were bad, he remembered. Still, he rather liked caving their arrogant skulls in with the business end of his hammer. It was a difficult decision, but then he was never good at discovering liars.

Though he hears Bargo's encroaching grunts approaching fast behind him, it takes a few moments for his mind to deduce the forthcoming chain of events. Spinning around and holding both arms straight out in front of him, palms forward, he bellows,

"BARGO STOP! ," then more calmly, sticking a thumb out behind him, "Dragon friend."

 

[Jeremy]

Bargo doesn't want to stop, it's been hours since he's killed something sentient and seen the suffering in it's eyes. Durgo's voice is a distant echo in his mind that he barely acknowledges.

OOC: Can I get a will save vs. Bargo's rage? He's blood lusted and is not likely to do anything but kill until he has at least another target to tear into. If not, consider him to charge through Durgo and the dragon's threatened area.

 

[Uriel]

Kurg summonsYeenoghu's Might once more...and sees the Demon Prince's Name fail to impress these Floral Monstrosities. In fact, they are actually laughing at him in their sussurating voices, like the sound of the wind through the trees, though far more sinister and malevolent.

Durgo turns yelling 'BARGO STOP!' Dragon friend...'
<Intimidate roll5+10 (Remeber I use Str in combat/appropriate etc...)I give Durgo a +5 vs. his Son, since he has been doing this for so long, however, Bargo is very frustrated andhe wants Blood...so he gets a cancelling bonus of 5 TOTAL 15 for Bargo's Will DC...)

Midnight Fang stabs at thr treant's Leg, scoring a wound <4HP, it seems to have only minimal effact against the Tree-Wight>. Midnight Fang turns Invisible.

Bargo rails at Durgo's Command . Durgo always bossing around poor Bargo!
<Will save roll7+3=10...> Bargo checks his bloodlust.
For now...

The Dragon laughs at this
'It seems that half-breeds have a fire in them unlike their Father's, eh Ogre? Ware that...Zuregath's Sire did not and the Iron King slew him and took his Hoard.'
Turning his attention to Bargo, the Dragon smiles and says
'Perhaps your rage would be better put to these chains...then we can both go and slay those Trees..won't they look nice burning and hacked apart with that Hewer, eh, Bargo Rage-Eyes...?'

Outside the Treant-Wights continue to attack. The flaming one runs up and, leaning down, Smashes Valrack with it's Gnarly fists. <2 hits, 17 and 16 HP...Valrack at -7>The Wizard screams once as his Essence is drawn into the Wight, then falls lifeless to the ground. Hex runs in and takes her Master into her Jaws, running off into the Swamp...Kithkor follows, hissing in agony and despair.

The second Treant-Wight shrieks in Hunger and runs up to Kurg, Stomping on the Gnoll <Hit,12 HP...of a possible 29, weak!>.
Krg feels the Thing's attempt to drain him, though he resists, it would seem that Yeenoghu's Might is as powerful as his Wisdom.
'Your Pack will not all survive the coming trial...'


anal spelling-edit

 

[Jeremy]

Bargo pants, his mouth watering at the thought of tearing flesh, his every muscle straining with pent up rage... He hefts the nearly 20' length of wickedly curved iron above his head, muscles straining and cleaves through stone and steel, the desire to hew something only barely abated by the titantic effort.

((OOC: Full Round Action, Full Power Attack, 1 or 2 attacks depending on thickness/number of chains, 4d8+46 (+12 Str, +12 two-handed power strike, +18 3.5 power attack, +3 bonded weapon, +1 magical enhancement)))

 

[Mickerus]

Confident that she now is at least slightly safer than before, Sellanais reaches behind her shoulder and draws the ancient elven sword Flamekiss and slashes at the treant, hoping the blade's power will hold true to its name.

OOC: I think that thing was called Flamekiss, I can't quite remember...

 

[Uriel]

Bargo strikes down at the Chains. which dont seem all that thick to Mighty Bargo.

Smashing them with Elf-Hewer <Hit, 71 HP damage>, a massive Link snaps, it will take more that that however, as there are 3 more chains...

 

[Velenne]

Durgo lets Bargo vent, watching the dragon warily,

"After trees," he says, hearing the commotion outside and eager to engage, "you fly us North? We no have to kill hag-woman. You's back is big."