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

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk draws his bow, and lines up the armoured orc.

Nurthk:
attack: rolled 18 + 6 = 24, damage: rolled 4

 

[dpdx]

Fendric lines up to the non-firing side of Raven, flail in hand. If the orc charges Raven, Fendric will step in and attempt to brain him.

[Attack, if necessary: 9. Damage: 4]

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Oliver: You head to the southern tree, cutting down the orc's available angles of escape.

Niccolo: (autopilot) You hold tight to Alexander, making sure he doesn't get overenthused and charge into trouble.

Orbril: (autopilot) With a twirl of your sling, you send a bullet flying across the clearing, but it clanks emptily against the orc's armor.

Nurthk: Stepping in front of Orbril to get a line on your target, you send an arrow arcing toward the orc, landing a grazing shot behind his left ear.

Raven: You send one arrow out to skip across the orc's armor, then step back to avoid a charge.

Fendric: Moving to keep in line with Raven, you hold your flail ready, waiting to see what the orc's next step will be.

The orc in full-plate steps back, holding up both sword and shield toward his attackers.

"Come on now! Quit poking me with sticks, and fight like you're not ashamed of how you swing a sword!"

(Note: Sense Motive checks from everyone, even if you don't understand Orcish -- you still might pick up on something.)

Hiritus and Shavah hold their positions, not wanting to break the pack that has currently assembled (and having no ranged weapons with which to go after this last combatant.)

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[color=SandyBrown]Entangled[/color]

 

[dpdx]

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

[Sense Motive: 7]

Fendric doesn't understand a word of the orc's wailings, nor will he attempt to engage the brute in single combat.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Oliver take a flanking position. Not believing he can get there in time to protect Oliver, he implores his god for a Blessing...

[Casting Bless, as before: All allies within 10 squares get +1 to attack and saves vs. fear for the next 24 rounds.]

 

[Uriel]

<Sense Motive roll=13+5=18>

 

[Sparky]

Oliver shudders as the Blessing rolls over him. He raises his crossbow and aims when the orc shouts something unintelligible, though the meaning... he almost understands it...

Sense Motive: 16

 

[DrZombie]

&#147;Buuuhuuuhuuu, he&#146;s crying for his mommy. He might be crying for his daddy if he knew who that was. Stop blubbering, kobold, you sound like a whimpering dog that has been kicked.&#148;

Raven yells back, sending two more arrows on their way.

9+16=25 dmg 4+3=7, 9+2=11 dmg 8+3=11

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk becomes straight-faced as the orc issues what could be interpreted as a challenge. He casts aside his bow and picks up his double-axe. He takes a step forward but falters.

Urgh, forgot how injured I am.

He leans on his weapon. The last thing on his mind is whether the orc has a hidden agenda.

[sense motive: rolled 7 + 1 = 8]

"I would face you, but in felling your comrades I am not in good enough condition to grant you a worthy opponent," he replies to the orc.

He changes his stance slighty, aware that his words may select him as the orc's opponent, and readies himself to attack the orc should he decide to charge him.

[ooc: readying attack]

attack: rolled 8 + 8 = 16, damage: rolled 6 + 6 = 12

Nurthk is shocked now though by Raven's words, and his continued attacks with a ranged weapon.

Despicable. Makes me wonder what kind of man he is. Does he know no honour?

 

[DrZombie]

"Idiot" Raven hisses to Fendric. "Not you, Nurthk is. I try to draw that orc away from the severely wounded and the non-fighters, and now he tries to be heroic." he allmost spits the word. "I buried some merchants that were robbed and killed by the same group not twenty miles from here and he's offering him a fair fight? He must have been hit on the head pretty hard"

Attack 9+15=24 dmg 6+3=9, att 9+3=12 dmg yeah right.

If the orc moves toward Nurthk Raven will curse like a maniak. Then he'll move and shoot, then he'll charge.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Oliver: You reload your crossbow, and peer between the trees looking for a line on the orc. (I assume this is what you mean by "ready and aim"; can't find any lines you can move to at the moment that are outside the "charge radius")

Niccolo: Holding tight.

Orbril: Another twirl of the sling, another loud clink in the forest.

Nurthk: Stepping in front of Orbril to get a line on your target, you send an arrow arcing toward the orc, landing a grazing shot behind his left ear.

Raven: As you call out your taunt, your first arrow is deflected by the orc's sword, and the second merely skips off the plate on his knee.

Fendric: Your spell fills the clearing, bolstering your allies. (Everyone should be in range of the effect; +1 attack to all)

Stepping back again to put another tree between himself and Raven, the orc maintains his defensive stance. At first he appears ready to shout back in anger at the woodsman, but he raises his shield hand to his chest for a moment, calms himself, and calls out to Nurthk:

"It's good to see that at least one of you has strength in their blood. If that insect will stop stinging at me, maybe we can find a way to end this that shames none of our families -- or, I can just watch him waste his darts a while longer."

As far as anyone can tell, he's being honest -- confident as well, and he's definitely trying to be persuasive, but there's no trickery in his voice.

Hiritus and Shavah continue to hold back.

(Back to Oliver's initiative.)

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[color=SandyBrown]Entangled[/color]