[IC1] Pool of Radiance

"What in the Damn Hills is going?!" Calls out Aylor as she is jostled awake from her deep slumber. Barely awake, she flaps around for her gear with little success. However, once the words of 'fight' and 'outside' reach her ears, she immediately wakes up and bolts out the door. Her voice can be hearddown the hall. "Fight? Well why the hell did you say so earlier! Lets go or we are going to miss the best part!"
 

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Kylest and Selvaggio are the first to arrive on the street, with the rest following closely. Around the area, where the small market usually is, many of the stands are toppled over. Farther away, some of the warehouses seem to be open. Across the street and deeper into the harbor, some torches are providing minimal light, while the dwarven eyes can easily pierce the darkness of this cloudy night in the vincinity. Much of the harbor cannot be seen, however, being shrouded in misty vapor.

Humanoid shapes can be seen almost everywhere in the distance, most clashing in battle, some fleeing, some carrying sacks or boxes and trying to escape towards the river with their loot. The guards seem to have the upper hand, driving the enemies back, but they are also sustaining losses. Nearby, a few corpses are lying on the street, two humans with a broken mug next to them, the dark liquid spilled onto the stone paving, most likely some poor sods who happened to be at the wrong place during the wrong time, one guardsman, and another two that are bigger and more muscular. Orcs!
 

"Huzzah!"

At the sight of the orcs, Kylest pelts down the street towards them, letting out a loud yell to distract them from their intended prey. He beard flaps over his bare chest as he swings his greatsword around in a glittering arc towards the first of his green skinned foes.

[sblock=ooc]Yeah, I'm terrible at this not actually combat combat =) I have to know what I'm doing, even if you don't care. Charge! (60 ft) +10 attack, 3d6+4. AC: 11[/sblock]
 

Aylor Creegan

"STREET FIGHT!" Shouts Aylor as runs into the already chaotic fray. Dispite her frenzied behavior she carefully chooses her targets making sure to go after the bigger and larger creatures. "Your mother's sleep with elves!!" She screams as her fists connected with green colored skin.
 



Kordunn rushes along, stopping to stabilize a fallen with a burst of positive energy, otherwise rushing past with sword drawn to avenge the dead in his nightshirt.
 

Kylest is the first to arrive where small battles are still raging, charging right into the fray and cutting down a pair of orc warriors left and right. The guards, that are driving back the orcish forces, are glad for the reinforcements, even though they do look somewhat funny in their nightshirts, but noone really pays attention to those small details. Some of the more seriously wounded protectors step back now, leaving their positions for others to fill them.

Aylor follows closely, shouting and fists blazing, while Kordunn is a little behind them still, having to stop to save a woman that was lying on the cold stone, bleeding heavily. Elmus (Oog) also moves into a position from where he can blast the foes with his eldritch power.

In the meantime, Selvaggio and Eldwyn find a few citizens and guards that are in critical condition, but still alive. With their aid, they will probably make it. Seeing the many wounded, the two concentrate on their healing efforts rather than joining the rest. Intrepido does his best to keep them safe when an enemy dares to come too close to their position.

The arrival of the adventurers and others, that came around drawn by the noise, fills the exhausted fighters with new strength and vigor. Some of the orcs are still fighting back, while most of them are already fleeing back into the cover of the unnatural mists that protect their retreat. Water splashing can be heard, probably from eratic paddling, the orcs seem to have some boats of their own. A few casks of food lie scattered and broken on the ground, but the orcs must have been able to steal quite a bit on their raid.
 

Eldwyn

Eldwyn continues to minister to the fallen and once that is done, he pauses to examine some of the fallen Orcs, curious to see if they show signs of privation. Was is desparatione or confidence that inspired this raid. He also looks for anything that might indicate if more than one group was working together on this raid.
 

Eldwyn can find no signs of privation on the orcs, they look healthy and muscular. But maybe their supplies were running out? The halfling cleric does find a lot of simple leather symbols, though, depicting the Black Hand, the symbol of Bane, Lord of Darkness, god of tyranny and hatred.
 

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