Starhl
Starhl's swinging battleaxe cleaves into the orc, hewing through metal, flesh, and bone. With a gurgling gasp the orc drops, its chest an open, gory mess.
Brian
Brian's fist finds the orc's soft spot, although the orc's heavy muscle feels almost as hard as the scale mail it wears. The orc grunts in pain, snarls, and swings its massive weapon through the night. Brian's eyes flash in pain as the vardatch connects with his shoulder, blood spurting over Brian and the orc (9 points of damage). The orc flashes a fanged grin, blood dripping over its lips.
OOC: RR, I can't find a hit point total for your character in the Rogues Gallery.
Reznik and Kaela
Reznik leads the trio down the dark tunnel. Little more than three feet high, progress is slow as all three are forced into a crouch and occassionally onto their hands and knees. The terror above in Caft is lost in the cool, silent tunnel, a brief respite from the horrors above. Aislinn weeps softly on the journey, sticking close to Kaela. After an indeterminable time, Reznik sees the tunnel end ahead. The tunnel opening is covered by a wooden ceiling, possibly a trap door. A dull roar can be heard coming through the wooden covering, its source unknown.
Valurel Itandel
The tramp of boots...the glaring blat of an orc black horn...
Something stirred in Valurel's chest. A memory...a painful memory. The Shadow was here now as well. Valurel sat up from his perch in the tall pine. The Shadow had come for the village in the valley below. Had they come because of him? He had only been in this forest a few days. It did not matter. Innocent people would die tonight. Painfully. Not if Valurel had anything to say about it.
Dropping lightly to the forest floor, Valurel's effortless stride carried him down the forested valley. Ahead, through the dark boughs, the fires of Caft were lit. In the darkness, screams begin to drift to his ears. Orcs laughing, shouting, blowing their black horns. The dying had already started.
To the north, Valurel's keen ears picked up something he did not expect to hear. Battle! Someone willing to fight against the Shadow! But who?
Striding through the forest, Valurel could see four figures locked in combat. Two orcs, two men. One of the orcs drop as Valurel looks on, but both men are hurt. Hurt bad by the heavy metal of the orcs...metal that crushes...tears...cuts...