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<blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 7381700" data-attributes="member: 2012"><p><strong>Salisan vs. the Warband:</strong></p><p></p><p>It doesn't take long for the orc warband to appear just inside the treeline of the forest. Salisan and the sailors set up a perimeter of broken pieces of wood from the ship and sharpened logs. The wood juts up from the sand and some of the ruined netting is slung throughout to hopefully entangle thrown spears and any foes that charge towards the ship. Salisan hides his size from the orcs by staying shrunk down thanks to his magical bracers. He is still an imposing figure, nonetheless. The sailors places themselves in strategic places, with Dabuk's guidance, in order to set up a kill zone. Many of them ready themselves on the bow of the ship, which is sunk deep into the sand and held vertical by a dozen of the trees rooted up by Salisan.</p><p></p><p>The orcs take note of the places where trees once stood and that something massive had torn them from the ground. This causes them to hold back, which is a relief to The Ishtar's crew. The bulk of the orc warband fade back into the dense foliage of the subtropical forest. The warm air grows hot and humid, as a storm brushes the island. Repairs on the ship continue, as half-a-dozen orc scouts watch from the safety of the trees. Dabuk thinks about challenging them but Salisan warns him off.</p><p></p><p>“It's a good thing my father isn't here,” Dabuk replies. “He'd charge them the way I'd charge ogres.”</p><p></p><p>“So, it's also a good thing they're not ogres,” Salisan muses.</p><p></p><p>“Aye,” Dvalin agrees. “He'd have charged up that hill if it had been an ogre wary party.”</p><p></p><p>“Even I'm not that stupid,” Dabuk snaps. He glares at the dwarf and then sighs when he realizes that Dvalin was trying to get a rise out of him. “Then again...”</p><p></p><p>“Keep your voices down,” Salisan urges. “We don't want them to get a sense of what we're feeling. They may be savages, but they're not going to be completely ignorant.”</p><p></p><p>The talking stops and everyone tries to distract themselves from what will eventually come. Day quickly turns to dusk and the repairs slow to a stop. The orcs were waiting for an advantage, it seems. The drums resound again. This time a lot closer. Dozens of figures appear at the edge of the treeline. Two dozen quickly becomes four dozen.</p><p></p><p>“We are so screwed,” Mesik whispers to Dvalin. The dwarf nods his head and grips his axe tighter.</p><p></p><p>“Now,” Dabuk whispers to Salisan.</p><p></p><p>“Not quite yet,” the giant replies as lowly as he can. “I want to make sure I can see the leader.” Salisan had insisted on keeping the torchlight at a minimum so that his night-vision isn't ruined. The low-light also helps all but Mesik and the humans.</p><p></p><p>“I can't see a damn thing,” Mesik whispers.</p><p></p><p>“There he is,” Salisan notes. A larger-than-life orc man steps forward out of the tree line and raises his fists into the air and howls. He stands nearly seven feet tall. The orcs behind howl is response.</p><p></p><p>“That's one big ass orc,” the dwarf fighter says.</p><p></p><p>“Dvalin, that's not an orc,” Salisan replies. “That's an orog.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh crap.”</p><p></p><p>“Now,” Dabuk insists.</p><p></p><p>“Aye,” Salisan strides forward past the makeshift barrier and yells in defiance. He waits until the orog strides forward before he clangs his magical bracers together and undoes the magic holding him in his smaller form. He grows to his full height and bellows down at the orog coming towards him. He gathers up a large rock placed strategically and hurls it towards the orog. The big orc eats sand rather than get squished. The rock hits the earth behind the orc and spays shards of stone and clouds of sand into the eyes of the orcs that had just stepped out from the treeline. The drum beats stop and the beach goes deathly silent. Even the night-birds stop singing.</p><p></p><p>The bulk of the orc horde hoot in fear before running away as fast as their legs can take them. The few braver savages look to see what their leader is going to do. Salisan sees the look on the orog's face. He isn't afraid like the others, but he is worried. The huge reef giant roars at him again and motions to pick up another rock. The orog's eyes go wide, and he gets up and dashes for the cover of the trees. The other orcs disappear as well. The sailors cheer as Salisan lets out a massive mocking laugh. He waits until he's sure the orcs are gone before using the bracers again to shrink back down to 'shipbound' size.</p><p></p><p>“That will keep them at bay for a while, but they'll be back,” he says. “You all should get as much rest as you can. I will take first watch.”</p><p></p><p>“I will watch with you,” Dabuk notes.</p><p></p><p>“Nay, you've had a busy day,” Salisan orders. “Rest and prepare for their return. Dvalin, I would appreciate your eyes in the dark.”</p><p></p><p>“Aye,” the dwarf agrees.</p><p></p><p>Dabuk nods in resignation and Bactra is soon helping his cousin up onto the ship. The half-elf ranger sleeps while the elf wizard meditates. The others sleep as best they can. The drums stay silent until an hour before the dawn.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Knightfall, post: 7381700, member: 2012"] [b]Salisan vs. the Warband:[/b] It doesn't take long for the orc warband to appear just inside the treeline of the forest. Salisan and the sailors set up a perimeter of broken pieces of wood from the ship and sharpened logs. The wood juts up from the sand and some of the ruined netting is slung throughout to hopefully entangle thrown spears and any foes that charge towards the ship. Salisan hides his size from the orcs by staying shrunk down thanks to his magical bracers. He is still an imposing figure, nonetheless. The sailors places themselves in strategic places, with Dabuk's guidance, in order to set up a kill zone. Many of them ready themselves on the bow of the ship, which is sunk deep into the sand and held vertical by a dozen of the trees rooted up by Salisan. The orcs take note of the places where trees once stood and that something massive had torn them from the ground. This causes them to hold back, which is a relief to The Ishtar's crew. The bulk of the orc warband fade back into the dense foliage of the subtropical forest. The warm air grows hot and humid, as a storm brushes the island. Repairs on the ship continue, as half-a-dozen orc scouts watch from the safety of the trees. Dabuk thinks about challenging them but Salisan warns him off. “It's a good thing my father isn't here,” Dabuk replies. “He'd charge them the way I'd charge ogres.” “So, it's also a good thing they're not ogres,” Salisan muses. “Aye,” Dvalin agrees. “He'd have charged up that hill if it had been an ogre wary party.” “Even I'm not that stupid,” Dabuk snaps. He glares at the dwarf and then sighs when he realizes that Dvalin was trying to get a rise out of him. “Then again...” “Keep your voices down,” Salisan urges. “We don't want them to get a sense of what we're feeling. They may be savages, but they're not going to be completely ignorant.” The talking stops and everyone tries to distract themselves from what will eventually come. Day quickly turns to dusk and the repairs slow to a stop. The orcs were waiting for an advantage, it seems. The drums resound again. This time a lot closer. Dozens of figures appear at the edge of the treeline. Two dozen quickly becomes four dozen. “We are so screwed,” Mesik whispers to Dvalin. The dwarf nods his head and grips his axe tighter. “Now,” Dabuk whispers to Salisan. “Not quite yet,” the giant replies as lowly as he can. “I want to make sure I can see the leader.” Salisan had insisted on keeping the torchlight at a minimum so that his night-vision isn't ruined. The low-light also helps all but Mesik and the humans. “I can't see a damn thing,” Mesik whispers. “There he is,” Salisan notes. A larger-than-life orc man steps forward out of the tree line and raises his fists into the air and howls. He stands nearly seven feet tall. The orcs behind howl is response. “That's one big ass orc,” the dwarf fighter says. “Dvalin, that's not an orc,” Salisan replies. “That's an orog.” “Oh crap.” “Now,” Dabuk insists. “Aye,” Salisan strides forward past the makeshift barrier and yells in defiance. He waits until the orog strides forward before he clangs his magical bracers together and undoes the magic holding him in his smaller form. He grows to his full height and bellows down at the orog coming towards him. He gathers up a large rock placed strategically and hurls it towards the orog. The big orc eats sand rather than get squished. The rock hits the earth behind the orc and spays shards of stone and clouds of sand into the eyes of the orcs that had just stepped out from the treeline. The drum beats stop and the beach goes deathly silent. Even the night-birds stop singing. The bulk of the orc horde hoot in fear before running away as fast as their legs can take them. The few braver savages look to see what their leader is going to do. Salisan sees the look on the orog's face. He isn't afraid like the others, but he is worried. The huge reef giant roars at him again and motions to pick up another rock. The orog's eyes go wide, and he gets up and dashes for the cover of the trees. The other orcs disappear as well. The sailors cheer as Salisan lets out a massive mocking laugh. He waits until he's sure the orcs are gone before using the bracers again to shrink back down to 'shipbound' size. “That will keep them at bay for a while, but they'll be back,” he says. “You all should get as much rest as you can. I will take first watch.” “I will watch with you,” Dabuk notes. “Nay, you've had a busy day,” Salisan orders. “Rest and prepare for their return. Dvalin, I would appreciate your eyes in the dark.” “Aye,” the dwarf agrees. Dabuk nods in resignation and Bactra is soon helping his cousin up onto the ship. The half-elf ranger sleeps while the elf wizard meditates. The others sleep as best they can. The drums stay silent until an hour before the dawn. * * * [/QUOTE]
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