Last Stand of the Dorinthians (Chapter 3 - The Imperials)

[GlassEye]

Silas halts when the archers make an appearance. His hand, deft with practice, slips inside the bulky pouch at his belt and he fingers the broken fragment of tortoise shell. He gives his companions a quick glance to determine who might be best protected by his spell but then guiltily prepares to cast the spell, Protection from Arrows, upon himself. He will, however, wait until Morduk replies to Ventus before deciding take an action that might be considered hostile.

OOC: Ready an action to cast his spell Protection from Arrows on himself if Morduk attacks.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

The ogre chuckles at Ventus' request. "No, I do not think so little human. She refused to love me, so I took her heart instead and remade her so that she would appreciate me more. With this act, I've hurt the dryad mother more than any piercing of my sword would have managed. Begone humans. Are your lives so cheap that you would throw them away?" As the party gets closer (40' from lead archers, 45' from Morduk, 50' from rear archers) they realize that they see fear in Morduk's eyes and those of his companions. Morduk looks prepared to fight, but he looks less than healthy. You wonder if it is the result of the dryad mother's curse that he mentioned.

Barok
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Moving from brush to rocks that have fallen from the structure, you are now moving behind one of the rear archers and are 10' away.
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Rough Map, not to scale:
a= archers
M= Morduk
B= Barok
S= Silas
D= Dartis
Da = Danica
V= Ventus

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[Nephtys]

" Are your lives so cheap that you would throw them away?"

Apparently so, Barok smiles to himself as he silently moves forwards and stabs his rapier into the back of the Ogre, hoping (but not really caring) that it's not the last thing he does.

If he doesn't think he can advance unnoticed all the way to Mardok he will attack the nearest archer instead.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Barok appears behind the ogre-mage, and before the two archers that he passes can react, he surprises everyone by silencing Morduk in the middle of his chuckling with a rapier in his back. Morduk turns and waves his greatsword, but at that moment a growl can be heard and a familiar-looking mountain lion appears from the opposite side of the temple and also attacks. The large cat slices a gash into Morduk's forearm.

Suddenly the forest comes alive, the sounds of animals coming from all around the base of the hill. Flocks of birds fly around you in a swirl of chaotic frenzy. Morduk concentrates for a second and becomes gaseous, but it only last for a moment before he rematerializes. It's as if this part of his magic has failed him, and the fear in his eyes grows.

OOC: Surprise round over. Actions?

Rough Map, not to scale:
a = archers
M = Morduk
B = Barok
S = Silas
D = Dartis
Da = Danica
V = Ventus
c = Mountain Lion

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[Nephtys]

Barok laughs at the expression in the Ogre Mages eyes, moves to flank him and attacks with both his weapons. "Come on you bastards! Charge!" He cries out cheerfully to his companions.

ooc:

AC: 18 (10+4(dex)+4(armor))
FF: 14
T: 14

Bab: +2
Attack: Masterwork Rapier +5 (1d6+2)
Full Attack: Masterwork Rapier +3 (1d6+2 18-20x2) and Masterwork Dagger +3 (1d4+1 19-20x2)

Sneak attack +2d6,

 

[GlassEye]

Silas flinches from the chaos of the birds and the screeching, baying, howling of the surrounding beasts as the battle begins. He feels the barest amount of pity for Morduk but it doesn't prevent him from casting the python rod to the ground and commanding its magics. "Kerastes! Come forth and coil about mine enemies!"

 

[Kobold Stew]

As Marduk appears, Danica stands puzzled at the inherent paradox of this creature. As she stands there, she realizes that she has not cast Mage Armor recently, and that she's going to have to remember to do that, to keep it up.

Be that as it may, her magics are needed elsewhere. She feels liberated not hiding her spellcasting, and as she raises her crossbow to her eye, she announces, "Marduk, you are weaker than you think", thereby casting Ray of Enfeeblement on the Greatsword-wielding Ogre.

Then she falls forward to the ground, prone, and levels her corssbow at the nearest archer.

 

[hafrogman]

Ventus 32/32

Ventus looks to where Morduk and Barok are now locked in combat.

"It seems that you leave us no choice."

His boots churn the ground under his feet as he pushes himself forward into combat with the ogre and his minions.

[sblock=ooc]Charge the nearest archer.
Attack +10
1d6+4

AC: 14[/sblock]

 

[Fenris]

Barok laughs at the expression in the Ogre Mages eyes, moves to flank him and attacks with both his weapons. "Come on you bastards! Charge!" He cries out cheerfully to his companions.

Dartis smiles at barok, now this one has potential he thinks. Hell of a way to signal an attack.

Dartis looses a quick pair of arrows at the orge as he spurs Swift on towards the closest archer.

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Mages, archers and skirmishers, what kind of front line is that? Stand behind me."

As she lies on the ground, pointing her crossbow at an Ogre, Danica replays Ventus' words in her head. That was actually quite nice of him, she thinks. Thanks.