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Aaaadriaaan! Ogrin moves to help Razh out, charging into #5 and skewering its leg.Attack roll 17, damage 7

Ogrin does his best to comply with Nodis request. His sword is however easily parried by the orc's falchion. Ogrin takes a few cautious steps towards the orc pack (north) to give Nodis some more space to do whatever it is he's doing, and to keep them from swarming Talbin. Meanwhile, the orc hit...

Ogrin moves out of the safe confine of the doorway, placing himself 10' directly south of #4. From there, he throws his flask at #9, seeing they have bunched up so nicely. The flask cracks open on the orc's chest, setting him on fire. All the orcs around him flinch from the fiery splashes...

Ogrin nods at Razh. "It's getting darker... we may need some lights." He too fishes out an flask of alchemists fire. He also takes a short step back through, only his torso, head and arm peeking around the corner to get some cover against thrown javelins. He prepares to throw his flask against...

"I'll be right with you," Ogrin says, then calls out for the children. "Hey kids? Your mother sent us to get you. We'll just need to take care of some orcs. Pack some food and we'll be back in a minute." He then heads out, hoping to charge into one of the orcs from the side as they approach...

Ogrin feints a slash at the orc's right leg, but changes the direction of his blade at the last moment. Unfortunately, the orc easily parries it with his falchion. The orc guffaws when Ogrin takes a step back, thinking he has scared his opponent into submission, but laughter fails him, as he...

Ogrin follows two steps behind Razh. If the children are in the shop, together with the orcs, time is of the essence.

"I'm guessing the main force went for the fort, and only a smaller detachment was sent to take care of the village, perhaps looking for armaments and food. Ten orcs... looks like even odds. I have some surprises that might keep them preoccupied. Chuck these in their midst, but take care not to...

Ogrin helps the woman up on her feet. "To the stables. We'll get you to the fort." He awaits her response, and then heads towards the stables.

Ogrin, AC23, Longsword +7/1D6+3, HP 40/40 Not wasting one second, Ogrin charges the opponent in front of him, hoping to cut into him before he reacts. Charging Orc: To hit 16, Damage 7 AC is 21 until next round.

Ogrin watches Talbin head towards the main door. "Well, someone needs to watch that halflings back. Might as well be me. "We'll go around the back. Razh, count to twenty. Unless you've heard some commotion outside, break through the door to the kitchen and we'll come through the other side."...

"I'll try to get to the horses. I should be able to sneak around most of them orcs, if the mongrel's by my side today." Ogrin continues towards the door, shield and sword ready (but no armour). OOC: Hide +11, Move Silently +9

"See you outdoors, Razh! Wait up, Talbin!" Ogrin grabs his gear and follows Talbin, hoping the two of them can lay some surprise halfling fury on their beseigers.

Ogrin sees to his ships business while in harbour. Before leaving, he also procures a well-bred and well-trained pony, and some minor items (nothing that isn't in the PHB). He doesn't take well to riding, though, and is quite sore by the time they get to the inn. He's not sure he'll collapse...

"Ship, " says Ogrin, "It's a ship, not a boat. Sailors are picky with that. "Shinies you say? We're headed north as well, as we've heard there are troubled times and if there's trouble there's work to be had for adventurers. Mind if we keep you company? It's always safer to travel in numbers...

Ogrin looks at his dwarven friend. "Setting your foot on a ship makes you ill, but running over a collapsing cavern floor is fine? There's something seriously wrong with you, my friend." "Captain, we're ready to leave when you are." OOC, reply to an earlier comment: While Ogrin owns the ship...

Ogrin seems surprised at Nodis' knowledge of the Halfling language, but says nothing more of it. "Substitutes? Depends on the kind of substitutes... as long as you're not summoning demons or raising the dead to help, I think you'll do fine." OOC: Hmm, a ship piloted by astral servants, now...

An older halfling walks approaches the railing. "Ah. Landlubbers...". He comes down to the pier to greet you. "Passage to Västermarch? You've come to the right ship. We've space for a handful of travellers, and can even fit in your fine mounts... provided that you take care of the cleaning...

Ogrin shrugs. "Mind's eye... meh. Ya're not one of them mind-bendin' wizards, are ya? Ah, well, if Razh here thinks ya're OK, that's good enough for me. Go down portside and tell Captain Wick of the Water Dragon I sent you. It's the only keelboat with a dragon figurehead in the harbour. Ya can't...

Ogrin pauses and inspects the male human in front of him. "A ship I have, and space can probably be arranged, though it may be a bit cramped. Useful you say? Can you row a boat? Hoist a sail? I don't see much muscle on you and few calluses on your hands." OOC: Ogrin is happy to offer a free...