OrkJager

[Wilphe]

Percy has another arrow half way his string when he sees Koric drop the orc, he wheels and checks - everyone of his companions is standing and there are no orcs in sight. He resists the temptation to send a blind arrow after the orcs into the woods and jumps down from the wagon - pausing to address the driver, "Pardon the intrusion sir.

Everything seems a little chaotic as families and friends serch for loved ones and recover from the shock. He checks the orc's bodies to see if any of them are alive enough to be questioned, failing that he will check over them for anything of worth or any clue as to where they came from. Eventually he will make his way round to Koric and Dagmar, "Little enough point organizing a pursuit until we find out if they took any captives with them, and how many."

 

[Harvey]

Koric, Half-Orc Cleric of Pelor

"Agreed, friend Percy. How did you fare? Are you in need of Pelor's healing touch? And what of the others?" He scans around the battlefield, witnessing the chaos. "Where are the others? Where are Franky, Felicity, and Lindal? How many of our caravan fell?" In the process of looking around, Koric notices Dagmar's wounds. "Dagmar, what happened to your leg? It looks like it was pierced like our venison dinner on the spit! Hold, friend dwarf, as Pelor heals your wounds!"

Unless Dagmar says otherwise, Pelor lays his right hand on Dagmar's leg, and holds his holy symbol in his left hand, calling to the sky: "Pelor, grant me your gift and heal this great warriors wounds, wounds he received bringing your light to the forces of darkness!"

OOC: Koric sacks his comrehend language spell for a cure light wounds, curing 9 hit points, though he only needed 5.

Koric sees the carnage around him, and begins to treat the injured. He sees Lindal doing the same, and calls out, "Friend Lindal! Lindal! Bring your wounded here, and I will help them!" He turns and makes the same announcement to the rest of the caravan mates that survived. "Everyone, if you are in need of healing, please come forward. If not, please help those that do." He turns to Percy and Dagmar: "I will help do what I can here. In the meantime, I am worried for our missing elf and halfling. Can you search for them? I pray to Pelor that they were not taken by the hordes."

 

[Voadam]

"Good swing of the mace there. Ah twas not the orcs, twas the loremaster's pony spooked an took 'im into the wood that a'ways. I think the lass is over there with Percy grabbing her crossbow. I don't know where the lad Linnal is but he knows his way around the woods while Franky seems to have spent more time learning histories." Dagmar scoops up the dead orc's spear. "With the sun setting your eyes and mine are best for seeing through the gloom. Let's go see if we can find our little sage."

 

[Harvey]

"Would that I could help with the search, friend Dagmar, but I best stay with the wounded. I was so concerned with sending the orcs to their maker that I did not catch what happened to our halfling friend. It does my heart good that he is safe." Koric continues to administer aide, using heal checks to stabilize those who are injured.

OOC: Here are some heal checks:
Heal 2 + 7 = 9
Heal 12 + 7 = 19
Heal 4 + 7 = 11
Heal 15 + 7 = 22
Heal 8 + 7 = 15

 

[reddist]

"Hile! Franky!" Felicty shouts out when she sees the halfling come out of the trees into the clearing. Ah, thank the Green, that's all of us she sighs with relief, not even pausing to consider the change inside her that causes her to think of these new companions as an "us."

Seeing that Koric has taken charge of the healing efforts, the young half-elf begins inspecting the bodies of the fallen Orcs. She lifts armor and pulls at tunics, seeking out tribal tatoos that might identify the Orcs' clans. She seeks the mark the Iron Claw clan, that which slaughtered the People of the Blue Stone.

"Dagmar, Percy! Do either of you recognize these tatoos? It seems there are orcs from several clans here! What would cause so many clans to work in unison? Do you see any with the mark of the Iron Claw?"

Whenever Felicity comes across an Orc that is wounded but still alive, she takes a moment to glance around to see who might be watching her, then politely stabs the Orc with a long, thin dagger.

 

[FreeXenon]

Franky, Halfling Male, Lore Keeper

Upon seeing Felicity Franky smiles warmly and his careful pace quickens towards her. His smile turns to fear as he sees blood soaking Felicity's clothes and smeared spatters on her face and neck. "By Avoreen's grace are you bleeding? Are you hurt?" He puts his arm around her and tries to steady her (even though she seems to be walking fine). "Sit, rest. Where are you bleeding!! Damnable orcks!!" He assists her to sit and then yells "Koric!!!" and begins to look her over for wounds. "If I were a more experienced Keeper I could take care of you." Frustration and concern can be heard in his voice. "Koorrrric!!!" he yells again....

After realizing that the blood coating her is not her own, Franky starts to loook a little embarrassed and his face begins to redden. "Ummm...This is not your blood?" He smiles, lets out a big breath, and gives her a big hug.

Following that he will Cast 'Detect Magic' and accompany Felicity to look through the carnage and assist her where he can.

 

[Harvey]

Koric, Half-Orc Cleric of Pelor

OOC: Listen 15 + 3 = 18 for Franky's call.

"Hark! Is that Franky calling me? Maybe he and Felicity aren't as safe as we thought! Curse me, I should have checked them out." He turns to the woman he had just patched up. "Miss, fortunately your life has been saved... unfortunately your leg is broken. This splint should allow you to walk. Now, forgive me, I must aide my comrades!" At that, he begins running towards Franky's voice.

After a sprint, he notices the entire group talking about the orc assault, but he too panics at the blood on Felicity's garbs. "Friend Felicity, are you injured?" He fixes his eye on her, but quickly notices she is not injured. "Beautiful! So, the lady has some fire in her! You have done me proud standing your own!" At that, he too gives Felicity a great big hug. Then, he turns to Franky. "And you, my friend halfling! Hah! You gave us quite a scare!" He picks Franky clear up off the ground and gives him a hearty hug as well. "Dagmar tells me that the orcs spooked your horse! Well, we cannot all have the courage that you..." he stands back a bit... "that all of you showed during this base raid. Now, let us help the others clean up."

"Unfortunately, I do not recognize any of the tribal markings. The rest of you can see to the looting of these bodies and seeking out any survivors. I will return to aiding those injured. If you do find an orc still alive, let me know and I will... persuade him to tell us more about their raids and their home... with a little help from Dagmar and Lindal I am sure." he says with a wink towards the dwarf and the half-orc (if Lindal is here by this point).

He stands for a second, a smile on his face as he sees the entire group having survived, then returns to tend to the wounded. Those of you that look also notice that Koric himself is wounded, but he has obviously decided to treat the others first.

OOC: Mavnn, I noticed in old posts that Lindal is also hurt. Does he need healing or will rest do it for you? I can sack a cure minor to heal him one, then he'll gain another 1 overnight.

 

[Mr. Prez]

After the battle, the survivors of the attack tend to the wounded and assess the damage as the spring downpour continues. A hail from the darkness and the sound of horses is heard from the south , an army patrol from Faule has arrived, hours late for their escort duty. An enraged merchant stands on top of his wagon as people gather around...

“Oh look! Our saviors have arrived!! Once again our ever reliable escorts from that sewer of Faule has arrived to protect us from the raiders!” the merchant yells.
“Silence you!!, or I’ll arrest you for treason!” says a heavily armored soldier on horseback.
“TREASON! If any should be arrested and hanged for treason, it should be you and your worthless men!” ( the crowd cheers, and faces off with the nervous soldiers.) “Every year the orks attack, and every year your cowardly men have managed to avoid the onslaught...we’ve had enough!" as the merchant yells this, the crowd begins to throw rocks, and mud at the soldiers....
”Cease this or we will be forced to engage!” yells the armored soldier. The crowd continues it’s assault, and it looks as if the soldiers are readying to use lethal force to subdue the crowd....
Once the crowd begins to raise their shovels, axes, and clubs in the air menacingly, the soldiers decide to leave the angry mob and head back to Faule....with the armored soldier saying this before he takes his men west.. "So be it, continue your journey to Faule without escort, and may Pelor & St. Cuthbert have mercy on all of you bastards!”

With the soldiers gone, the merchant on top of the wagon announces this: “We have lost our wives, daughters, sisters, and goods to the raiders...the army won’t help us..I Heinrich Maler will see to it that any that are brave enough to get back our women and goods will be rewarded. I will pay 100 gold marcs in coin, goods, and services to each man that tracks down the raiders, kills them, and returns our women and goods!” other men climb upon the wagon and add to his offer, making the total 400 gold marcs! Several men answer the call. The wagon train has also turned around and looks like it will head back to Vormarsch rather than continue on to Faule.

 

[Wilphe]

OOC: A Diplomacy check at this point would seem largely pointless because of the -20 Circumstance Penalty for Plot immunity but that isn't going to stop me trying

IC:
Once it looks like things are going to devolve into a riot, Percy strides foward into the gap between soldiers and merchants, "Quiet, everybody, please. Save your anger for the orcs. This was not an ordinary attack. There are orcs from many tribes dead on the field. Who knows what power can have brought them all together at this time?"

"They were smart enough to know to attack before the soldiers got here; perhaps they sought to engineer just this sort of confrontation, stop the caravan getting through and drive a permanent wedge between Faule and Vormansch. If you turn back now then you surrender to them."

"Proceed on your jounery to Faule; I Persimmon Aglax - Marshall of the School of Akranis and Sir Uthwaite shall pursue your abducted loved ones and wrack ten fold-vengence amongst the orcs or die in the attempt. Who will come with me?"

 

[Wilphe]

OOC:
Diplomacy Check

Roll of 16 + 10 = 26

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