Remnants of the Horde:Mount Zuregath

[deadestdai]

With her hand ready to snatch her sword form it's scabbard and a careful eye on the ogres who could stand on her without a realising it, M'eli Itchi put her back to the passage wall, in the hopes that her diminutive size and the shadows cast by those larger than herself would hide her from whatever waits for the party.

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**OOC: Yay! The triumphant return of Ron! Welcome back old boy!**

 

[Jeremy]

Bargo decides he is going to just keep plowing through the stopped grunts, but then pauses to ponder which way to do it, with or without Elf Hewer cutting a path. Unfortunately, the amount of time it takes the chipped, gummed up, wooden cogs in Bargo's mind to process this epic dilemma renders the point moot as a course of action has already been decided for him.

[OOC: Bargo stands by dumbly considering what and how to kill until someone tells him what to do.]

 

[deadestdai]

Seeing the huge warrior's sudden confusion (Sudden?) the small gnome points down the hallway and screeches, Yes yes! That way! Food! Meat for your belly! Elves to slay! and makes sure she can make a hasty retreat out of "sword's reach" should the stupid brute decide that she might be an easier source of food instead.

 

[doghead]

Tsu'koka, hobgoblin Song Speaker

Tsu'koka snarls a silent curse under his breath as the little one begins screeching like a washer woman.

There goes any chance of surprise. Time to move!

He whispers an incantation under his breath and fingers flicker in the direction of several of those crowded around - Bargo, Durgo, Wekerak, Frostbite, Forlash, the little one, himself, Blood and a couple of Gobs as an after thought.

ooc: Cast Haste +1 bonus on attack rolls and a +1 dodge bonus to AC and Reflex saves.

Deciding not to spend any more time on spells at this point, Tsu'koka grabs his bow in both hands and moves in to the corridor ahead, breaking to the right and into a position from where he can cover the section leading to the door to the left, but remain out of the way of the brawlers.

He sweeps the passage with his bow.

OOC: * Spot +0 (darkvision) * Spellcraft +16

 

[Jeremy]

Were he to look and see which direction the command came from, Bargo probably would have eaten the munchkin for his impudence. But a red fog had already come over the lumbering beasts eyes and the voice whispered straight into his subconscious until it was Bargo thought it was his own idea. Roaring with mad spittle flying the giant flies down the hallway ready to split anything that moves in two.

 

[Velenne]

OOC: Yay it's not dead!!

A menacing grin spreads over Durgo's face as his cave-born eyes pierce the darkness ahead. Close...nothing stop Durgo now.

"Nothing," he says finally to no one in particular.

The Muragar watches dispassionately as his bastard son barrels heedlessly forward. Bargo always made good fodder...problem was he never died. Fodder was supposed to die at some point. If he has a plan of action, Durgo isn't forthcoming with it. He stays put and watches, even invigorated by the Song Speaker's spell.

OOC: Delay...until something happens or Bargo crashes into the far wall.

 

[ferretguy]

OOC: I do apologize for any mistake or misunderstanding of the spoken/unspoken words of Uriel in real life...thought these games were gone for good...glad I am to see my friend back..


Recovering from the knowledge that his mother still had control of parts of his life, Forlash moves forward to get a better idea what may lay ahead...(but does stay well back from the ogres, don't want to be mistaken for something edible), but first downing a shifting color potion that blurs his body..

OOC: drinking potion of Blur

 

[deadestdai]

**OOC: Here ya go matey! http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=69932**

 

[ferretguy]

Thank Ye, Cap't ! Arrr...

 

[deadestdai]

M'eli-Itchi BUMPS into the wall in her efforts to stay out of the warriors' way and waits to see what unfolds.