Chapter I
Page Five
Torak –
The orc ducked beneath the wide swing from the pirate and held his vardatch aloft to counter the follow-up strike. The longsword wielded by the pirate caught on a serrated pocket in the vardatch. With a bloodthirsty grin, the orc slowly twisted his vardatch. The pirate could do little but widen his eyes as his longsword began to twist from his grasp and the orc beared down upon him.
"Now, pig, your life is forefit."
The orc, having forgotten about the chained one while pressing the attack, turned his head to see Torak swipe at him with the vardatch of the fallen orc. He backpedaled, avoiding the slash, but the pirate now had his longsword freed, as well as an opening. The sword sliding smoothly from the vardatch, the pirate twirled his weapon and brought it down directly into the orc’s chest. It thrust through the other side, the tip hitting the planks of the ship moments before the body slid down the blade.
OOC: Nice, just barely. First, the vardatch is a two-handed martial weapon: anyone with martial proficiency may wield it as such with no penalty. It may be wielded one-handed as an exotic weapon. Additionally, all orcs gain proficiency with the vardatch.
Then the two heard an orcish scream, one of tremendous fear. Both turned to see the chained beastwoman, alone.
Abdiel and Methuselas –
Methuselas heard nothing besides the waning of the raging battle above as the young Erenlander broke through his chains in one hit. No more orcs entered the hold, although several small trickles of blood now oozed from the planks above.
Abdiel made his way through the cramped spaces of the hold, reaching the narrow stairwell that would lead them to the sun and the wind. Groans and cries for help covered the noise of his dangling chains. Hands reached out for him, skeletal hands tugging on his arm, grasping ineffectually at his chains. He made his way up the stairs until his head was level with the ship deck.
OOC: Recall, although Abdiel and Methuselas are not chained to anything, they are still chained: their wrists are chained together, as are their feet. Not quite as bad as before, but still a penalty: -2 Attack (one-handed weapon), -2 Dexterity. Essentially, the –2 Attack does not apply to the unarmed attack of Methuselas or the two-handed vardatch for Abdiel.
The battle had quieted, many orcs lay dead, scattered in awkward positions everywhere. Many had already been decapitated. Not a few men lay dead, as well, their bodies obscenely desecrated. As he listened, he made out the barest signs of battle at the far end of the ship, but for now the deck was clear.
Abdiel turned his head at the sound of a terrifying scream and saw three figures standing near the rail of the ship. Two of the figures seemed to be chained.
Karita –
Lokksul kept his vardatch leveled at Karita’s hard as he charged across the deck. The mists still roiled around the ship and small pools of blood gathered where it had fallen in the battle. Karita, her arms thrown up in a protective stance, waited for the right moment as the orc bore down with his gruesome sword. With animal grace, she danced aside and Lokksul was unable to slow his momentum.
His foot landed in a stray patch of blood. He tried to catch himself, but the deck was too slippery from the mists. He reached out with both hands, his vardatch held in front, as he tumbled forward. He hist the railing, the rail biting into his abdomen and Lokksul felt the air rush from his lungs into the moist air. His vardatch fell, disappearing into the mists. A moment later, his momentum pulled the orc overboard as well, and he tumbled with a scream into the fog to splash into the water below.
![:]](http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png "Devious :]")
Acha, don't bite Torak. 
