Classic 3.0

[deadestdai]

[OOC: I hope none read the original message. I thought the orcs were all dead!]

"See?" says Dunathar as he tries to circle the remaining orc to get into a favorable position. "That´s how things are done, pal."

[More or less the same as in the last round. Try to flank the orcs and stab him]

Aye. I fear you were right sir dwarf. Were it not for you, I too would have been downed by these tricksome fiends.

Brechin then steps up to the orc and swings his sword so that it may regret the day it and it's kind decided to ambush these fellows.

 

[Mithreander]

Brechin steps up to the orc, with a calmness that seems to put it on edge, and seeing an opening, stabs with it in a manner of casualness that's beyond his little experience in years. The orc, slides off the blade that had impailed it's heart neatly in twine with no sound at all, the light of it's eyes going out.

The two companions look around them and notes the halfling's still body. Going over to him in a rush, the paladin finds that his spirit had already left it's mortal coils and flead to it's rightfull destination.

The dwarf, on the other hand, takes time to look around, seeing if he can see any other threat, and though he sees none, he can see the trail that the orcs had used to get there. It's off the road that the companions were taking, nor a game trail, then man made, but the odvious boot marks in it's soil proves the fact.

Looking in the direction that the trail heads, smoke can be seen in the distance, as from a single camp fire. If he can judge distances, it looks to be about two miles off.

 

[deadestdai]

The two companions look around them and notes the halfling's still body. Going over to him in a rush, the paladin finds that his spirit had already left it's mortal coils and flead to it's rightfull destination. .

His teeth bared with a stern grimace, the young paladin gently lays the brave corpse of the halfling to rest under a nearby tree, away from sight so he may be able to come back to bury him later. Using nearby foliage and brush, he covers him after first closing the wee man's eyes and folding his hands upon his chest.

Turning to his companion, Brechin asks, You know where they came from? Can they be tracked? Our brave companion must be avenged!

There is a pleading and urgent sense about the young lad and a little panic now after his seeming calmness during the battle.

 

[Someone]

"Tracked?" says Dunathar. "No, i don´t know how to do that. But I have a good idea where these orcs are." adds pointing at where the raided village is supposed to be.

As soon the orc corpses are properly looted, Dunathar says "Now we don´t have a horse, it would be better if we leave the road. We´ll go near it, though: let me go ahead so I can spot those green scum before we stab them."

 

[deadestdai]

Brechin nods to the dwarf and with a last sad look to the fallen halfling, he crouches low and does his best to follow the direction that the dwarf leads, whilst staying far enough back so as not to give away his companion's position.

 

[Mithreander]

OOC: Sorry, but which way are the companions going? Down the road, or the way that the trail goes that the orcs had made. The one leading towards the fire in the distance? The road leads to the village that had been looted.

 

[deadestdai]

(OOC - erk, I think the road is not the path. The trail then. Just assume we take the trail instead.)

 

[Mithreander]

Going down the trail, the two companions find other sources of the orcs that leave the trail poluted by their meer presence. Carcasses of deer, only a little taken for food, bits of bone, excrement, and other signs.

After about an hour down the rough trail, the companions find that they are closing on where the fire should be.

THe dwarf moves ahead for a closer look, staying in the selture of the brush and moving with practiced stealth.

There are guards set: two to this side, making eight if the other sides are equally guarded, plus however many are around the fire itself.

 

[deadestdai]

Seeing the ravaged corpses of the wild animals, Brechin once again feels an anger boil within hs heart. Those, those devils! The young man crouches behind a large tree and notches an arrow to his shortbow at the nearest orc.

 

[Someone]

"Two of them on guard duty" Dunathar tells Brechin. "And many more, if I know orcs. Do you think we could take those two without raising the alarm?"

Brechin seems ready to do that, so Dunathar slowly stalks towards them until he´s at 30 feet of the pair, then releases a bolt from his sling.

[OOC: I´m assuming there´s enough cover -brushes, etc- so Dunathar can get near enough of them to use a ranged sneak attack. If there´s not, I´d like to hold my actions until I know the general layout of the place well enough to make a decision.]