Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[jasamcarl]

"As you will, brother." Mourn takes the lead as the party continues down the trail. Some two hours later, the party approaches the foothills of the Serpent. Sunlight is fading to give way to an early fall darkness.

Tarowyn: you spot the mouth of a cave some 300ft ahead. Guarding it are two large creature, ten foot in height, slouched down. Their skin is a dull brown. You recognize them as ogres. One holds a greatclub, the other a longspear. They do not appear to be aware of you.

ooc: so it begins again.

 

[Krug]

Bhartus looks to the others and whispers. "Well how should we take them?" He readies his crossbow. "And Jericho you can't take them by yourself, even if you want to," he says.

 

[Mirth]

"Have you got anything up your sleeve, Mourn?" Tarowyn asks the other elf as he pulls his bowstring tight and takes time to aim more precisely at the Ogre with the longspear. "It's either spells or arrows from us, otherwise."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Norri peers at the ogres and gets an awkward look on his face.

Reminds me of the time with that tavern, the ogre bouncers and a cart full of over-ripe vegetables, pity there ain't any drunk dogs nearby, he thinks as he gets his crossbow out and loads it.

"So ranged is the word, my big comrades?" he asks, "We could sneak about a bit as well to get a better shot in if no-one disagrees."

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho grumbles and draws his short bow...

"I rather cut their arms off myself, but I guess this is safer, not so manly but safer."

Jericho takes careful aim, aiming at the same ogre as Tarowyn.

"On your mark, elfy."

 

[Krug]

Bhartus aims his X-bow as Tarowyn. "Well we could get closer, but that does mean it'll be faster for them to get to us won't it? I don't quite fancy examining that spear that closely, my young friend..."

"Ready when you be. The shot that takes ugly down chooses his drink at the next tavern," Bhartus says. He will fire when the rest do.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Bhartus aims his X-bow as Tarowyn. "Well we could get closer, but that does mean it'll be faster for them to get to us won't it? I don't quite fancy examining that spear that closely, my young friend..."

"Ready when you be. The shot that takes ugly down chooses his drink at the next tavern," Bhartus says. He will fire when the rest do.

Whitney smiles coyly as she pulls compents from her sleeve. "Does that count for spells as well?" Mist purrs happily as she looks on.

(OOC: casting Melf's acid arrow as well)

 

[jasamcarl]

Mourn replies to Tarowyn, "A ranged attack would seem well advised."

The heroes take aim and fire at the ogre brandishing the longspear. Amazingly, neither arrow, nor bolt, nor spell is able to make contact with the creature. The ogres, now aware of the party's presence, moves to intercept their assailants.

Initiative: Whitney and Norri, Tarowyn and Jericho, Mourn, Ogres, Bhartus.

The ogres are still 300ft away from the party.

 

[Mirth]

Mourn replies to Tarowyn, "A ranged attack would seem well advised."

The heroes take aim and fire at the ogre brandishing the longspear. Amazingly, neither arrow, nor bolt, nor spell is able to make contact with the creature. The ogres, now aware of the party's presence, moves to intercept their assailants.

Initiative: Whitney and Norri, Tarowyn and Jericho, Mourn, Ogres, Bhartus.

The ogres are still 300ft away from the party.

"That can't be!" Tarowyn says in disbelief as he reluctantly notches another arrow to his bowstring.

 

[Krug]

"Calm down Elf.. occasionally... you just miss," says Bhartus. He arms his crossbow and waits for the Ogres to get nearer.