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OrkJager
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Voadam
Legend
Dagmar is amused at the contrast of Koric's bellicosity versus Liddal's quiet driven nature. The dwarf clangs forward in his mail readying his spear in case of a charge from the forest critter. In a loud voice he says "Sounds like a beastie to me."
Perhaps enough noise'll scare it off he thinks to himself.
Perhaps enough noise'll scare it off he thinks to himself.
FreeXenon
American Male (he/him); INTP ADHD Introverted Geek
Franky, Halfling Male, Lore Keeper
A little catching up here
"I do not see how they could not be working together. Orks are the tempermental and territorial lot. So many tribes...
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"I suppose it is possible by some sheer, not-so-random chance that they could have all descended upon us at the same time, and just happen to only attack (pure blood) non-orks. To orchestrate something like that would take quite a mastermind to put them in the same area, at the same time, and to be mindful not attack each other. "
"I have not heard that level of subtlety in any history books... not that anyone would be able to detect such a thing and record it. I do not think that orks could be motivated by something so subtle - they need something overt and tangible. If there is a not a physical entity to fear or respect - betrayal and violence will run rampant." Franky frowns at the thought that something could be subtle and be possible to arrange this.
"For Orks to work together they need a single, strong unifying force. A single Ork of untold strength, power, and charisma (atleast for orks....)." The thought of this troubles Franky but not as much as the former.
"Orks do have their hate and violence driven gods and they do have their priests. However, they do not usually live to be so powerful as jealousy and greed come knocking and so do their poisoned blades. The will of the strong rules all and if a single Ork had the right divine backing there is much he could do. Even under such a unifying force irks still tend to be ruled by fear. If they fear retribution from their leader more than they fear death they will fight to the death. If all is going poorly and the leader or shaman has fallen do not be surprised if they flee. There have been many example of this in history. Only when truly great leaders - the Horde-Gatherers as they have been termed - is when orkish devotion becomes blind and unswerving. Only a few cases of this have been recorded such as 'Malrock the Black Fist' who unified two thousand ork tribes in a massive sweeping wave of death, razing and pillaging that lasted some 20 years. Malrock, interestingly enough, fell in combat during battle of Shaeress' Fall to an orkish blade wielded by an elf prince. There has been much speculation as to how an elf prince came to wield an orkish blade that was once a holy weapon of Gruumsh."
"I can not even fathom the power of a being able to cast such magics as to control the weather. The thought of that, well, frankly, scares me." A nervous laugh escapes his mouth
As the group head out he will stay towards the center rear of the goup, which I think is most likely where Felicity is. I will ride my pony until something happens and then I will immediately dismount.
Crossbow will be drawn and ready to fire.
As the creature is snuffling in the brush, Franky will quietly dismount and wait for a sign from Lindal. If Lindal stalks off to see what is up I will stalk off and hide on the brush.
20 Hide (11 +9) 18 MS (9 +9)
Somewhere just in front of the a charging line between this creature and Felicity.The sound of Koric's booming voice and the clanging of Dagmar's armour brings a smile to Franky's face.
A little catching up here
"I do not see how they could not be working together. Orks are the tempermental and territorial lot. So many tribes...
""I suppose it is possible by some sheer, not-so-random chance that they could have all descended upon us at the same time, and just happen to only attack (pure blood) non-orks. To orchestrate something like that would take quite a mastermind to put them in the same area, at the same time, and to be mindful not attack each other. "
"I have not heard that level of subtlety in any history books... not that anyone would be able to detect such a thing and record it. I do not think that orks could be motivated by something so subtle - they need something overt and tangible. If there is a not a physical entity to fear or respect - betrayal and violence will run rampant." Franky frowns at the thought that something could be subtle and be possible to arrange this.
"For Orks to work together they need a single, strong unifying force. A single Ork of untold strength, power, and charisma (atleast for orks....)." The thought of this troubles Franky but not as much as the former.
"Orks do have their hate and violence driven gods and they do have their priests. However, they do not usually live to be so powerful as jealousy and greed come knocking and so do their poisoned blades. The will of the strong rules all and if a single Ork had the right divine backing there is much he could do. Even under such a unifying force irks still tend to be ruled by fear. If they fear retribution from their leader more than they fear death they will fight to the death. If all is going poorly and the leader or shaman has fallen do not be surprised if they flee. There have been many example of this in history. Only when truly great leaders - the Horde-Gatherers as they have been termed - is when orkish devotion becomes blind and unswerving. Only a few cases of this have been recorded such as 'Malrock the Black Fist' who unified two thousand ork tribes in a massive sweeping wave of death, razing and pillaging that lasted some 20 years. Malrock, interestingly enough, fell in combat during battle of Shaeress' Fall to an orkish blade wielded by an elf prince. There has been much speculation as to how an elf prince came to wield an orkish blade that was once a holy weapon of Gruumsh."
"I can not even fathom the power of a being able to cast such magics as to control the weather. The thought of that, well, frankly, scares me." A nervous laugh escapes his mouth
As the group head out he will stay towards the center rear of the goup, which I think is most likely where Felicity is. I will ride my pony until something happens and then I will immediately dismount.
Crossbow will be drawn and ready to fire.As the creature is snuffling in the brush, Franky will quietly dismount and wait for a sign from Lindal. If Lindal stalks off to see what is up I will stalk off and hide on the brush.
20 Hide (11 +9) 18 MS (9 +9)
Somewhere just in front of the a charging line between this creature and Felicity.The sound of Koric's booming voice and the clanging of Dagmar's armour brings a smile to Franky's face.
Harvey
First Post
Koric, Half-Orc Cleric of Pelor
Koric goes on 11
Koric will attack the mean, nasty bear, unless something before his initiative prevents him from doing so. He closes into melee with the bear (if the bear is within 30') and brings his mace down on the bear.
Attack 18 + 4 = 22. The bear growls in pain as his swing connects. Damage 7 + 4 = 11.
Koric goes on 11
Koric will attack the mean, nasty bear, unless something before his initiative prevents him from doing so. He closes into melee with the bear (if the bear is within 30') and brings his mace down on the bear.
Attack 18 + 4 = 22. The bear growls in pain as his swing connects. Damage 7 + 4 = 11.
Fortin Human Fighter1
Fortin's initiative is 13 (7+6 sorry don't know how to link to invisible castle).
On his turn, Fortin also attacks the bear (assuming he can reach it). He moves straight at the bear, turning aside at the last moment to approach it from the side (again, if he can). Roll=15+4, 19
Damage=2+3, 5
Fortin takes a mighty swing at the brown bear, giving it a nasty slice along the rib cage.
Edit: Hearing what Felicity had to say, Fortin had just enough doubt to wait for her word to attack. He also delays his initiative after hers (unless the bear attacks someone before her turn).
Fortin's initiative is 13 (7+6 sorry don't know how to link to invisible castle).
On his turn, Fortin also attacks the bear (assuming he can reach it). He moves straight at the bear, turning aside at the last moment to approach it from the side (again, if he can). Roll=15+4, 19
Damage=2+3, 5
Fortin takes a mighty swing at the brown bear, giving it a nasty slice along the rib cage.
Edit: Hearing what Felicity had to say, Fortin had just enough doubt to wait for her word to attack. He also delays his initiative after hers (unless the bear attacks someone before her turn).
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Felicity, Half-Elf Druid
Survival :17+3=20
Knowledge (Nature): 11+5 = 16
"Look! Bear scat, and some claw marks. I think a brown bear lives in the woods close by!" Felicity rushes to point out the indicators, marveling at the claw marks carved deep into the trunk of a tree. Looking at the scat, Felicity wrinkles her nose. "A female. I wonder if she has any cubs? So many Orcs passing through her woods would make her very angry."
"What did you hear, Koric? Oh! There she is!" Felicity gasps as the bear comes charging out of the woods. "Wait! She might not mean us harm! She might just want us to go around her cubs!" Felicity tries to calm her friends before attacking the bear. When the bear comes closer, she can see the flecks of blood and spit along the bear's face and cheeks, and the minor wounds and tears at her sides. "No! She's enraged! Bloodlust!"
Init: 7+3=10
Atk: 5+3=8
Felicity raises her crossbow, but in her haste the bolt misfires and buries itself in the ground, some 20 feet in front of the charing bear. "I hate this thing," she mutters while pulling the string back to reload. To Franky, she says "The orcs probably slew her kin. Look at her, she's been in battle recently. She won't stop now until she's dead."
Survival :17+3=20
Knowledge (Nature): 11+5 = 16
"Look! Bear scat, and some claw marks. I think a brown bear lives in the woods close by!" Felicity rushes to point out the indicators, marveling at the claw marks carved deep into the trunk of a tree. Looking at the scat, Felicity wrinkles her nose. "A female. I wonder if she has any cubs? So many Orcs passing through her woods would make her very angry."
"What did you hear, Koric? Oh! There she is!" Felicity gasps as the bear comes charging out of the woods. "Wait! She might not mean us harm! She might just want us to go around her cubs!" Felicity tries to calm her friends before attacking the bear. When the bear comes closer, she can see the flecks of blood and spit along the bear's face and cheeks, and the minor wounds and tears at her sides. "No! She's enraged! Bloodlust!"
Init: 7+3=10
Atk: 5+3=8
Felicity raises her crossbow, but in her haste the bolt misfires and buries itself in the ground, some 20 feet in front of the charing bear. "I hate this thing," she mutters while pulling the string back to reload. To Franky, she says "The orcs probably slew her kin. Look at her, she's been in battle recently. She won't stop now until she's dead."
