Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[jasamcarl]

ooc: I'm really sorry for the delays, guys. My class sched has been more of a hassle than I have anticipated. Fear not, though. I will update tommorow and continue on at a regular pace from there. I promise. Again, I would understand if you upset at this point.

 

[Mirth]

Tarowyn lets fly with two arrows, one at each ogre.

"If these don't hit, then they have to be illusions," the elf mutters to himself.

OOC: It seems that all of the delays are kismet, because I just got back on the boards myself

 

[jasamcarl]

Norri's crossbow is again unable to make good on its shot thanks to the distance of its target. Tarowyn, on the other hand, seems to suffer no such weakness as both his shots slash into the shoulder and arms of the oncomeing orgres. Mourn's lone shot does not carry the same fortune however. The beasts charge towards the party, covering some 120ft.



Whitney and Norri are up again. The ogres are 160ft away from Jericho and 180ft from the rest of the party.

 

[Krug]

"Well, I'm not so sure now whether it was a good thing that they're NOT illusions," says Bhartus.

Welcome back!

 

[Festy_Dog]

[ooc: my apologies everyone, computer troubles]

Norri becomes a little distressed.

"Hey, I hope we get rid of these things before they get close," he says.

He hurriedly loads and fires again, fumbling a little as he does so.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho howls like a crazed jackal...

"Come on you cowardly ogres, can't ye move any faster ye stupid brutes!!!"

Holding his position till the ogres get within range, and then striking with a terrible vengeance on either the one that looks weakest, or the closest one, in that order, positioning himself to make use of Cleave if possible.

 

[jasamcarl]

The anxious halfling's bolt goes wide of both of the ogres.

Tarowyn and Jericho are up.

 

[Tokiwong]

The anxious halfling's bolt goes wide of both of the ogres.

Tarowyn and Jericho are up.

Jericho holds his position ready for his opponent to get into range.

 

[Mirth]

Tarowyn again trains his bow on the ogre with the longspear and fires two shots at the largest part of his body. They're just big targets, they're just big targets...

 

[jasamcarl]

Tarowyn's arrows find their mark, loding into the beast right shoulder and arm. Mourn follows it up with a shot of his own, but this elf is again not so lucky.

The ogres close another 120ft. Whitney conjures two magic bolts of white light that collide with the ogre brandishing the greatclub.

Bhartus is up. The ogres are now 40ft from Jericho and 60ft fromt he rest of the party.