(Casual D&D II) The Fellowship of the White Dove

[dpdx]

Fendric: Init 1; HP 18/33; AC 20

Fendric, hearing the voice of P from before, turns around. "Oliver! Behind you! There's one left!" Clutching the holy symbol again, he mutters a small prayer, and the wound closes up slightly.

[Cure Light Wounds on self: 7 + 5 = 12 points healed.]

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo moves to Nurthk, trying desperately to stabilize his wounds <roll16+3=19>.

 

[DrZombie]

Raven lets loose a hail of arraws towards the orc in full plate.

Attck 8+10 = 18 dmg 1+3 = 4, Attack 8+14 = 22 dmg 7+3=10
+1 to attack if <30 ft

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Niccolo: Moving over to Nurthk, it appears he is already stable.

Orbril: (auto-pilot) You send a sling bullet at the full-plated orc, but it clinks off his armor and lands in the brush.

Nurthk: (unconscious)

Raven: Your first arrow bounces off the orc's plate; the second manages to slip into a joint, penetrating the plate-wearer somewhere beneath the rib.

Fendric: You heal yourself in preparation for this last assailant...

Buckling at the arrow in his side, and muttering loudly -- "Markuth, you idiot!" -- the orc begins to backpedal, holding his sword in front of him in case of a coming attack.

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[Sparky]

Oliver spins at Fendric's warning fearing the Orc had snuck up on him. With an exhalation of relief he glances around and, spotting his crossbow, runs by the campfire grabbing it as he circles wide around the plated orc, dodging between the tree trunks, preparing himself to fire from behind on the lumbering steel can at the earliest opportunity. He grunts as he sees the orc begin to crawfish. Good idea.

OOC: Oli double moves (if possible while grabbing the crossbow) and circles wide.

 

[Tonguez]

Seeing that the Orc is on the run and that his sling has little effect Orbril turns about and looks to the wounded and the dead. If any require healing he applies his skill and if necessary a second vial of Da's Curative potion...

 

[dpdx]

Fendric: Init 1; HP 18/33; AC 18.

Leaving it to Raven, Oliver, and the others to turn the final orc into a quivering pincushion, Fendric moves over to Nurthk (S9, in case it matters). Glancing at Orbril for confirmation that Nurthk wasn't dead, he puts a hand on his friend's brow, and calls again on the healing power of Pelor.

[Spontaneous casting: Protection from Evil --> Cure Light Wounds on Nurthk. 3 + 5 = 8 points healed.]

As Nurthk's eyes open, Fendric smiles and says: "Afraid we'd lost you for good there, my friend."

 

[DrZombie]

Raven continues to shoot at the plated orc, taking five foot steps (or a move action) to keep him in range, taking care not to get into charging range, playing a game of cat and mouse, knowing he's got superior mobility and a long-range weapon. A feral look is in his eyes, and a snarling grin is painted on his face.

Like my longbow, sucker? Your armour will be your coffin. Never mess with a northlander, Orc. Clan Cwdmyr has no enemies, at least none that still live.


Attack 8+9=17 dmg 1+3=4, Att 8+15 = 23, dmg 2+3=5.

[If he has to move he can only make 1 attack, wich would be +2 to attack,(or better, would not get the -2 for the rapid shot) in that case I rolled for two rounds. He'll keep up the game untill the orc has joined Elvis. Feel free to skip the fight, unless you've got some nasty surprises planned]

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk wakes up with a sputter and a yell.

"It's a trap!" he looks around, and realising he is no longer in his strange half-dead dream quietens down, "Err, thanks."

He is relieved to see the only orc remaining falling back.

 

[Tonguez]

Happy that the excitement seems to have been taken care of Orbril's rougish nature takes over as he starts collecting the weapons of the dead orcs, stripping them of armour and piling such beside the fire. He also goes and searches them for any other valuables taking and inventory as he does so...