Vale Attacks
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Too easy. Ah Gussie, you'd enjoy this wouldn't you? Chew toys aplenty. ~
For all their success, Vale feels uneasy. He had thought to use a silence spell against the bitch-demon to insure she could not speak or cast verbal spells; however, Dewydd's withering attack and Lathir's holy fire had dispatched her (as well as three other red orcs) with surprising but definitive lethality. In fact, it was strategically...
beautiful. However, despite it's effectiveness, something was not quite right. The haste (in order to prevent detection of the scrying) with which the portal had been used to scan the ruins and well area had prevented Vale from getting a better grip on what was there. Maxwell had provided a quite detailed account of the area while they dined in Caltaran together, as well as the surrounding region. Vale had plied him with additional mead, ale, and bacon in order to extract as much information from him as possible. Honestly, Vale had wished Maxwell had accompanied them. He could tell Maxwell had been demoralized. To dish out a pasting to these blokes might have improved his spirits. Fare thee well, Cousin.
As it was, several things were wholly different than Maxwell's narrative: a) no red orcs or bitch-demon, b) spider and spell-conquered elf nowhere to be seen, c) no noise downhole in the well (and no blue glow from Vale's axe), and d) no clay golem. The foliage and ruined walls were as Maxwell described, although Maxwell did not mention the number of trees in the clearing (much less the runes warding the perimeter, clearly an alarm that they should not want to trip...thank goodness for the portal mirror). Trees. And that big one east of the well. The portal had given an aerial of the location from the southwest. The tree was larger than the rest; quadruple the size of the other trees, perhaps 15 feet in circumstance. It dominated that side of the well.
A thought crossed his mind. ~
That's. Not. Good. ~ Vale cursed under his breath, and then smiled. "
Time to beat the children."
He advanced quickly, not at full charge, but steady past Sylvar as his elven bow struck its own brand of terror. He drew his axe quickly on the fly moving down the hedgerow directly into the flank of the closest red orc to the north.
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The hobbit has stuck this one. Hold him up a moment longer. ~
Vale draws Able, his magical axe as he moves to flank and attack the grievously wounded Orc (#5). His attack catches the between his ribs, breaking several and puncturing a lung. The orc crumples, presumably dead courtesy of Tam's sneak attack and Vale's coup de grace.
| GM: | I corrected your error; Tam attacked Orc #5, not Orc #3. |
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Rolz: #1d20+9 = 20; If hit, damage = #1d10+1 = 9 Did not take flanking bonus nor Combat Expertise Bonus; No charge due to ability to reach Orc #5 without it.
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| GM: |
You're not flanking to begin with. You have to be directly opposite of an ally (in this case, Tam) to flank. See closeup map below.
Total damage taken: 22 pts. (Tam 13 + Vale 9)
The Orc collapses in a heap, but he's still breathing.
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| GM: |
You are not close enough to cleave. The squares you can cleave to are marked "C" on the closeup map below.
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Vale curses again in dwarven, and prepares himself for a fight.
