Remnants of the Horde-Flight from Aruth

[Velenne]

Durgo gazed down his nose at the reforming trolls with utter contempt and hurrumph'ed. He had fought trolls before and these were no harder to bring down than the others- even big as they were.

The ogre assesses their situation. While he was only bruised by the encounter, some of the others failed relatively poorly. He looks around for a torch or for someone else to set fire to these creatures while he himself takes up a position near the door, maul raised to annihilate the first thing to step through.

"Burn dem trolls or dey come back. Durgo has no fire."

 

[Orochi]

Kurg feels the weight of stone press against his fur for a second as the hag child's spell takes effect, sealing his flesh against blows. As the ogre's voice rings out, he barely manages to contain a snort of disgust at the blindness of the creature, when fire is so ready for the taking in the form of the foul-fleshed armor suit's huge flaming blades. He directs his next words to the other's of the group as Durgo assumed his ready position.

"Use hag-servants swords on 'em."

By way of demonstration, the templar lopes to one of the felled flesh golems and wrenches it's burning sword free before walking to one of the mounds of troll flesh and clumsily chopping into it, letting the fire blade sear the unnatural flesh until it charred.

 

[Uriel]

Kurg's idea is sound, though the swords prove large enough to make the Gnoll strain <they are Huge-sized weapons>.

Applying the fire to the stumps of the Troll closest, the Templar of Yeehoghu kills the thing for good.

 

[Velenne]

Durgo watches the door as the trolls are put down. When it is done, assuming nothing has intruded on their efforts, he states simply his old mantra,

"We go."

He turns, steps to his left to face the door, and plants an earth-shaking bootheel into the wood, ready to face whatever may be on the other side.

 

[ferretguy]

Tossing aside the last used up scroll of protection, Forlash looks at Durgo and shakes his head....So now it begins..... he thinks to himself.
Checking on the troll bodies making sure there is no chance of them coming back, smiling a bit at the cindered bodies of the morlocks he prepares himself for continuing on.....By all Means ....Let us Be Off.....

 

[Orochi]

Kurg drops the massive fire sword, retching at the stench coming from the blasted and burned corpses of the trolls as Durgo slams his foot into the door. He still feel Yeenoghu's unnatural vitality in him, boosting his strength and senses, but he knows better than to rush forward again. And so he waits for one of the meat shields to enter the next room and brace it's guardians.

 

[Jeremy]

Bargo picks up the upper torso of one of a dismembered grimlock and crunches his sharp teeth into, blood covering his face and running through his hair. Licking his lips he tosses the meat-snack aside and lumbers through the door behind Durgo.

Looking around he quickly downs the last of the shay-man's healing water skins and looks for the next meal to cross his path.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Bargo drinking potion of CSW? 23HP restored.


The far doors to the North stand open, and a long hall can be seen beyond, massve columns running it's length. At least one open door is visable to the left, some 40 feet within the hall. No doubt this from whence the Trolls or grimlocks (or both) came.The Hall stretches farther than your eyes can see down and away into the depths of whatever strange World you have stepped into.

 

[Jeremy]

Bargo's body grotesquely pulls some of itself back together as melted acid scarred skin pulls itself taught and ugly back into place. His disproportionate muscles work in conjunction stretching and contracting as he lumbers forward looking about for signs of prey.

Pausing at the entranceway he stops and pulls his calloused hand over Elf Splitter just to hear the dry sound of flesh tearing as the deadened skin shears and rips away.

 

[Capellan]

Wekerak follows the ogres into the next chamber, his gaze darting around the room for signs of any further threats. He makes sure to glance up regularly, knowing that enemies can hide in many places.