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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 2173466" data-attributes="member: 8243">In the hill top ruinsRound 1Fredar moves across the open yard, high stepping and dodging the clutching plants. Its slow going, at every step he has to change directions or leap particularly aggressive weeds and clumps of grass. He hurls his spear at the spellcaster but it flys wide. Fredar pushes forwards, pulling his sling from his belt and bullet from his pouch to load it with.Behind him, Hadarook bounds off in the other direction, heading for the northwest corner and the cover of the ruins of the barracks where you spent the night. He whistles for his dog to follow. He reaches the tumble down section and scrambles over the walls and fallen beams until he finds himself beyond the reach of the spell. He colapses against a wall for a moment to steady his breathing, then pulls an arrow from his quiver and begins working his way around the fringe of the spell to where he can get a clear shot.The goblin shaman's worg pushes outwards towards the orc at the western wall. A moment later, it is free from the clutching plants. It surges forwards and up and over the wall and straight at the orc on the other side. The worg plows through the orcs defenses and the two crash to the ground and out of sight.Nate lowers his weight a little, and jecks one leg free. He tries again with the second, but this one is more tightly held. The plants wrap themselves around his free leg again. Nate curses, and squats down, grabbing a handful of plant with each hand. The plants wraps themselves around his hands and arms. This had better work. With a roar, Nate straightens his legs and jerks back his shoulders. The plants that clutch at his legs and arms are ripped out of the ground by the roots with a shower of dirt and dust. Nate tosses them away in disgust.The goblin rider still mounted kicks his beast forwards. He wheels it around the shaman, putting himself between the sharman and three orcs in to the south. With a shout, he hurls his spear at the orcs near the gate. It gashes the leg of the one on the shaman's right, but the orc warrior barely seems to notice.Cromwell roars something unintelligable and surges towards the three orcs.With a whine, Hadarook's dogs makes one last snap at the writhing plants and begins leaping and bounding towards Hadarook.Cromwell gets to about 15 feet of the orcs. They trade curses in the same language, but Cromwell keeps coming. One of the orcs hurls his spear at the oncoming half orc, but it flys wide. 10 feet away and the other orc throws too. His spear flies true, carving a bloody gash across the arm Cromwell threw up to protect himself.Fire erupts around the Orc spellcasters hands. With a cry, he hurls it at Cromwell. The flames explode across Crowells chest and despite himself, the half-orc howls in pain.The goblin shaman begins to chant. A spear flashes across the yard from the easter wall and knocks her to one side. She keeps her footing. Blood stains her cloak.With a soft smack, a wolf appears behind the three orcs. But dazed by its sudden relocation from where ever it was just moments ago, it stumbles into, rather than attacks, the shaman.Craddoc struggles unsuccessfully to wrench himself free of the plants that bind him.ooc: Maerdwyn - Fredar has a shortspear listed on his character sheet. I figured you would throw that first rather than just dump it. Moved 30 feet. Makes reflex save for Round 2.DrZ - Nate is now free. Makes reflex save for Round 2.Round 2</blockquote>

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