Remnants of the Horde-Flight from Aruth

[Jeremy]

In his mind Elf-Splitter screams at him for blood, rather than menial work, Bargo imagines Durgo's stretched out body lying beneath him and that the steel chains are his father's thick arms and legs. His grotesque face has a toothy disturbing mad grin on it.

((OOC: Bargo will continue at 2 chains per round for the purposes of the init scale using full attack actions, 5' adjustments, and his natural reach.))

 

[Uriel]

The Dragon looks with a large baleful yellow eye at Durgo.
'My back is not as big as you think, Ogre. Unless you wish to leave some of your Band behind...But did you mention Killing the hag? Why do you come here looking to kill the Hag?'

Outside
Wekerak sends 2 arrows at the closest Treant-Wight, they both hit, though they do minimal damage. <4HP>.

Kurg is up...engaged with a massive Treant-Wight.

 

[Velenne]

While Bargo clangs away, Durgo's attention is focused squarly and solely on the dragon. Indeed, he didn't think they'd all fit on there. But at least he would... No, couldn't leave his troops like that. Captain Varn stayed and fought for them all to the bitter end, and so would Durgo.

"Uder hag told us to come kill dis one and she use mojo to send us home. She give us lots of weapons and says we can take what we want from dis hag. But dat dumb, of course we take what we want!"

 

[Orochi]

Kurg slips away from the stomping feet of the tree beast, incensed at the taunts of the near mindless servants. Clearly subtlety is not the kind of power these things will respect. So something else will have to be done, something more...physicall, so to speak. Kurg swings his flail in front of him, the ball twitling to near invisibility as he growls a chant. He swings the weapon forward, but the arc is too short to reach the wight, a feint designed to draw attention away from Kurg's left paw, which glows a sickly redish black as he sacrificies one a healing spell to simply damage this thing.

(Casting Cure Critical Wounds on the wight)

 

[Uriel]

The Dragon remains silent, contemplating what Durgo has told him regarding the Hags machinations...


Outside, Kurg slams the Wight with the Power of Yeenoghu.
<Cure Critical Wounds 32 HP ouch!>

The Treant-Wight shrieks even louder than the other one did when hit by the Fireball. At least they were not laughing at mighty Yeehoghu now!



The Dragon seems incapable of breaking the chains, though it would be a trifling thing given it's size. There must be more to them than mere steel...

Durgo is up, as is Midnight Fang.
Bargo will contnue to break chains, severing two of them. One to go...

 

[Velenne]

While Bargo continues, so does Durgo, still itching to join the fight outside.

"I am Durgo, Gulgathan of Muragar. Varn was Durgo's captain, but him dead. Before him die, him tell Durgo take men back North. Him say Zuregath return to finish elfies!"

 

[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]

Midnight Fang uses the Ancient Blade Flamekiss to strike at the treant-Wight's leg, dealing it a horrible wound <17 HP, including 5 flame>. The Treant-Wight suddenly goes stiff, it's branches engulfed in vibrant orange flames. Teetering forward, with Midnight Fang barely jumping clear, the treant-Wight falls to the ground....truly Dead.

 

[Uriel]

While Bargo continues, so does Durgo, still itching to join the fight outside.

OoC:I take this to mean that you help sever chains?

Durgo smashes into the chains, snapping the final Chain...freeing the Dragon.

Stretching it's wings, the Dragon moves forward, the ogres moving to get out of it's way.

Poking it's head from the stable, the Dragon sizes up the situation and then it Breathes it's flame upon the remaining Treant-Wight. <78 H Flame damage>

The Treant-Wight instantly goes up in flames, turning to a smoldering upright bonfire in seconds...

The Hag's yard is quiet save for the crackle of the burning Treant's corpse and the gradually returning frog's voices and buzzing insects.

The Dragon steps forth into the yard and turns to regard his liberators.

 

[Velenne]

OOC: Not exacly, but that works too.

Durgo hurrumphs as he leaves the stable just long enough to see the combat end. His warhammer is still out and his eyes cast a menacing gaze around the empty clearing looking for any other trees to suddenly uproot.

After a short time his shoulders relax slightly and the fire dims in his eyes, "Hmm...ok, dragon burn down cottage and we go back to tell hag dat woman is dead. Den she use mojo to bring us North."

He nods, satisfied in his plan and ignorance of magic.