Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[Tokiwong]

One of Tarowyn's arrows strikes the ogre true through its chest armor. It collapses with a thud in midstride. Mourn's arrow buzzes past the head of the ogre still charging into the party.

The remaining ogre brandishing the longspear points the tip of its weapon towards Jericho's chest, charging into the D'ortie. The spear reaches past the warrior's shield and smashes into the chainmail armor around the arm, grazing off of it with a spark.

Jericho takes 13. The longspear's reach did not allow you to use your readied action.

Bhartus is up. One ogre still stands, 10ft from Tarowyn and Jericho and 30 from the rest of the party.

"Is that the best you got oaf!!!!"

Jericho will use his next action to move inside the spear's reach and attack the ogre.

 

[Krug]

Bhartus races towards Jericho and casts a Cure Light Wounds on him.

 

[jasamcarl]

A holy aura encompasses Jericho, the power of Moradin taking some of the sting out of the ogre's assualt.

Jericho regains 6.

Whitney and Norri are up.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney pulls her crossbow and takes a shot at the nearest of the orges.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Unless someone could get hit accidently Norri attempts a final shot at the ogre, once thats done he attempts to run around behind the combat so he can approach the ogre from behind and attempt a sneak attack.

[ooc: since i'm a slow poster i put in more things for Norri to do, that should keep him occupied for the next couple of rounds ]

 

[jasamcarl]

Whitney's bolt goes wide of the ogre, while Norri's lodges into its arm through the armor.

Tarowyn is up.

 

[Mirth]

Tarowyn moves in to flank the ogre with Jericho. "C'mon D'orite, let someone else in here to fight with you."

 

[Krug]

Bhartus will flank the ogre, fighting him with his mace. "Fear the might of Moradin!"

 

[jasamcarl]

Tarowyn and Jericho launch a brutal assault on the ogre, the elf slashing the back of the brute's neck with his rapier and stabbing it in the shoulder with his silvered dagger while the D'orite rips through its throat with a horizontal slash, blood spilling over the light green foliage of the hilly terrain.

Out of Initiative.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho sighs, relaxing.

"That thing smelled quite awful! Thanks for the help elfy, and you to for the healing Bhartus..."

Jericho growls to himself.

"That spear hurt."