doghead
thotd
Encounter at the overhang
Round 5
Fredar drops his shield and spear and scoops his sling up from the ground with one hand while he pulls a couple of bullets from his pouch with the other. Fredar whirls the sling around his head. The orcs are, by now, a good fifty or sixty feet way. But they are beginning to slow down.
Fredar's shot flies true, catching one of the orcs off guard, and a solid crack across the head. The orc stumbles but manages to catch himself. He shouts something in orcish.
Fenix scrambles over to his backpack* and pulls his quiver of bolts. Grabbing his crossbow, he hauls back the string until it latches into place.
Garival starts after the orcs before he realises what the others are up to. Caught in a moment of indecision, he takes a couple of awkward half steps.
Nate charges after the orcs, but they can cover a lot more ground than the more heavily armoured blacksmith.
Garival follows Nate, sticking by his shoulder.
One of the orcs begins to come to a stop but the other orc gestures for it to continue. After a moments hesitation, former follows its companion into cover behind some rocks.
Notes
kharven: * as the party was at a campsite, Fenix wasn't wearing his backpack.
Nate and Garival have advance about 60 feet (double move) from where the melee took place. Fredar and Fenix are at the campfire, back about 20 feet from where the melee was. The orcs are about 30 to 40 feet beyond Nate and Garival when they dive into cover.
Nate's rage will last another 2 rounds.
Its proving harder than I expected to kill you off.
End round 5
Round 5
Fredar drops his shield and spear and scoops his sling up from the ground with one hand while he pulls a couple of bullets from his pouch with the other. Fredar whirls the sling around his head. The orcs are, by now, a good fifty or sixty feet way. But they are beginning to slow down.
Fredar's shot flies true, catching one of the orcs off guard, and a solid crack across the head. The orc stumbles but manages to catch himself. He shouts something in orcish.
Fenix scrambles over to his backpack* and pulls his quiver of bolts. Grabbing his crossbow, he hauls back the string until it latches into place.
Garival starts after the orcs before he realises what the others are up to. Caught in a moment of indecision, he takes a couple of awkward half steps.
Nate charges after the orcs, but they can cover a lot more ground than the more heavily armoured blacksmith.
Garival follows Nate, sticking by his shoulder.
One of the orcs begins to come to a stop but the other orc gestures for it to continue. After a moments hesitation, former follows its companion into cover behind some rocks.
Notes
kharven: * as the party was at a campsite, Fenix wasn't wearing his backpack.
Nate and Garival have advance about 60 feet (double move) from where the melee took place. Fredar and Fenix are at the campfire, back about 20 feet from where the melee was. The orcs are about 30 to 40 feet beyond Nate and Garival when they dive into cover.
Nate's rage will last another 2 rounds.
Its proving harder than I expected to kill you off.
End round 5
