[IC] Stealthy Missions: Prologue

[Timothy]

Timothy stands up, while talking under his breath about "Filthy ogres..." Timothy Get's out his rapier once again And goes arpund the ogre tp flank him, delivering a great blow witrh his sneak attack ability.

 

[Dalamar]

"Do you have any idea how much that hurt?"
James rubs his hand that hit the axe as he spins around and aims two kicks at the orc.

 

[Inez Hull]

If Timothy doesn't fell the ogre Orland will make a full attack from a flanking position. Otherwise he will move to intercept the robed orc and attack one of the images.


OOC: Almost got two criticals, heh I'd call that un-lucky

 

[Xael]

Timothy gets up and easily gets into flanking position, as the ogre seems to be barely able to keep standing. He easily manages to thrust his rapier into the orge's chest, and the ogre falls to it's knees.

The robe-orc(s) seems to panic at the sight of the ogre falling, and the three identical copies hold their hands with their thubs touching and mumble something again. Suddenly a sheet of flame washes towards Timothy, who fortunately (for him) manages to dodge behind the kneeing and apparently dying ogre. Unfortunate for the ogre he is using as a cover, is the fact that it's clothes catch fire. Burning and obviously now very dead ogre falls flat to the ground.

The tail-man picks his dagger from the orc's corpse and throws it at the 2-axes-orc, sinking the dagger to its back. The orc winches, and James uses the momentary advantage to punch the orc at it's ugly face. Distracted by the sickening crunch of breaking jaw-bone, the orc desperately swings it's axe towards James, this time missing horribly.

After the robe-orc's fiery attack, Orlands jumps in and strikes at one of the orcs. His rapier passes through and one robe-orc clone disappears. The two robe orcs still intact start to look quite desperate.

OOC:

Inez: Well, you got one critical, I just didn't type/write it very clear.

I wonder why I always seem to update this on mondays?

 

[Timothy]

Timothy continues his mubling, but the words now change to something that has to do with 'filthy', 'wizards' and 'fire'

He gets up again and charges one of the robe orcs, thinking 'one down, and here he goes'

 

[Inez Hull]

Orland becomes all business, his joking put aside as he engages the robed orc with brutal efficiency. He makes a full attack with his rapiers, first taking out the image and then attempting to bury a rapier in the orc's belly.

 

[Dalamar]

"That must hurt like a dozen needles stuck up your throat, doesn't it?"
James aims two more blows at the orc's broken jaw bone.

 

[Xael]

Timothy charges the robe-orc(s) and strikes his rapier into other of them, the image then happily disappearing into thin air, leaving only the real robe-orc left.

If the robe-orc had looked desperate, then he's even more so now. Apparently noticing that he's got no change against you, he turns around, starts running and jumps straight into the river, thinking it as a less dangerous option than fighting you. The orc isn't a good swimmer though, as the current starts carrying him away to the downstream.

Meanwhile, James punches the orc again into it's face and this time the orc groans and falls to it's back.

The tail-man stares after the robe-orc and shakes his head, mumbling something about "stupid orcs". "I think thats all. You allright?", he says to nobody in particular while turning around.

OOC: Exam week going, but I'm starting to get most of the already late school work done. Hopefully I'll post more often now.

 

[Dalamar]

James waves his hand and returns to his real guise. He immediately starts inspecting the damage done to his fine suit.
"Savage beings... they don't respect fine clothing."

 

[Inez Hull]

"Ta ta", Orland waves to the robe clad orc as it struggles to keep it's head above water. "Have a nice trip, but ya really should 'ave worn somethin' a bit more practical if yer were planning on having a swim".

Orland then proceeds to scout out the campsite carefully, just to see if there's anything that he missed on casual observation when they were setting the ambush.