Remnants of the Horde-Flight from Aruth

[Velenne]

Durgo squints at the treeline as the recollection hits him of what their pursuers had with them: something big. Yup, dat big enough, he thinks as trees topple to the left and right.

"MURAGAR! GIKOTA APO GOLGATHA!" He orders in Giant for his few remaining comrades to follow him. He then turns across the formation and yells at the orc commander, "FOLLOW CHARGE, PROTECT MURAGAR FLANK! KILL ELFIES!"

The fearsome ogre, golden-scaled armor still spattered in gore, hefts his enormous steel maul toward the South, draws a deep breath, and bellows at the top of his lungs.

"MURAGAR, CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!!"

Durgo leads the charge, oak-thick legs shaking the ground with each stride.

 

[Orochi]

Kurg spies a handful of elves, most staying just out of his direct line of vision, a couple too careless or confident to avoid detection. His first thought is to call down Yeenoghu's fury on the fools, choking them in a cloud of wrath. But his instincts quickly come to heel as tactical reality sets in. The withered goblin may very well be right about the elves wanting to surround them, at least as much as they can. He refocuses his energies, calling out to Yeenoghu in a series of low, guttural barks and whistles. He feels the fur on his neck rise as the demon god answers his prayer and a wave of intangible force projects from him in a rough Magic Circle Against Good around the command group.

 

[Mickerus]

Clearly seeing the ambushing elves, Sellanais allows her hatred to well up, focusing it into a cold, black cloud of pure evil from within their ranks (using Unholy Blight special ability) as she quickly moves to try and take cover within the charging unit of orcs.

 

[Uriel]

Midnight Fang invokes her Unholy Blight, Screams and retching accompanythe blackish cloud that erupts within the ranks of the charging ELves, dropping nearly a dozen of them, most dead, but a few rolling on the ground, sorely wounded and severly hurt <OoC:Nice Spell>.

Kurg calls down Yeenoghu's Pestilent Aid, casting
Protection from Good upon the command group <OoC:The above mentioned + Midnight Fang. The COmmand Group now has the following protections:+2 Deflection Bonus to AC, +2 to saves.

Valrack casts his shield, whispering his advice to Captain Varn.
The Captain takes a brief moment to snarl back at the Necromancer
'I do not leave my Own, Wizard...' before raising his crossbow and firing at the hidden archers. A muffled yell sounds back, and then Varn draws his falchion and prepares for the inevitable battle.

Durgo yells his Charge and starts towards the BIG Thing, 2 of the Muragar following, while the others look as confused as Bargo. One slaps Bargo on the Back hard (no damage), yelling, 'C'mon Bargo, Elfies ta Kill!' . This was Vragu, one of the few Muragar that had shown anything resembling friendship to the Half-Ogre. Though Durgo and the others are farther ahead, theother Ogres lope off, Mauls and greatswords at the ready.

Initiative

Midnight fang:Natural 20, 26 total
Durgo:Natural 20, 20 total.
Valrack:18
Wekerak:17
Kurg:6
Bargo: 2 <ack!>

OoC:I haven't posted the Horde initiatives, or the Elves, I think it's more fun this way in the beginning of a conflict.They will become obvious after an action.

ROUND ONE
OoC:Midnight Fang is up, she is behind the Orcs by 20' or so and there are still a dozen or so elves charging in the group that she Blighted.

 

[Velenne]

Durgo charges forward toward the tumbling trees, knocking over a few on his way, great maul in both hands over one shoulder ready to strike. Blood surges through his aching limbs as the battle fury fills him and the pain simply drops away into nothingness. Heedless of anyone following him, Durgo relishes in the simple idea that if he dies, he dies with Elfie blood in his mouth... and that's the best way to go.


OOC: Full PA + RA + Charge Attack: +14 (2d6+49) (AC drops to 17)

 

[Mickerus]

Midnight Fang continues her advance behind the orc unit, her pulse racing as she watches the misery she just wrought. As she draws closer, she uses her hat of disguise's alter self ability to take the appearance of an orc (OOC: my intent here is to blend in with the unit when we get into melee, and not be easily picked out of the bunch as being the real threat).

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Gotcha MF shifts to an Orc and consolidates her position with that of the Orcs.

I'll handle Durgo,Bargo and the Muragar as a seperate Combat, btw, as they are currently charging off back away from the group.

Valrack and Wekerak are up...

 

[Set Harth]

Valrack sneers at Captain Varn's remarks as he charges the hidden elves ahead. "Very well Captain, It's your death I'll leave you to it." hisses Valrack as he watches Captain Varn trade blows with a elven swordsman.

He takes a moment to scan the battlefield to see where his best chances for survival lie. He also reaches out with his mind to his familiar and calls Kithcor to return to him. Then grasping his drow amulet whispers another command word and rises off (levitate) Hex's back into the trees above. "Go Hex, entertain yourself but stay nearby." The undead worgs glowing eyes wink and her rotting tongue pants in a parody of life as she bounds off into the forest to slay elves.

Once in the trees Valrack verifies he is alone in the tree tops before hunkering down to hide (Hide +8)amoung the foliage and observe the battle. Looking for an opportunity to cause the most devastation with his few remaining spells.

 

[Uriel]

Valrack rises above the sonn-to-be-carnage <as Legionarres rush the Hobgoblin lines>, a number of arrows streaking his way <2 hits for 6 and 1 point respectively, 7HP total>.
Next round, valrack will be in the canopy, and hopefully clear...

 

[Uriel]

ENCOUNTER TWO-THE MURAGAR

OoC: This fight is actually several rounds in the future, as the Ogres rushed off to encounter something else...providing that they survive, they will hopefully regroup.

IC:
Durgo rushes through the woods, a few Legionarres swinging at him <misses>, though he does get the chance to splat one
<OoC, an AoOp on the elf, crit,68 points of damage...he had 20HP>, the elf lifted clean off his feet and flung 20 feet in the air.
These were not Durgo's targets, however...
The Muragar catch up with their leader, Mauls and Greatswords in had, Howls and Roars in their throats. Bargo frothing at the Death that would soon be his to deal.

Breaking into a small clear area, a stream cascading down rocks, thought the birds in the trees have stopped their songs.
A cool mist hangs over the stream,though it is mid of spring, and the faint smell of rain hits the nostrils of the Muragar.

One of the Muragar blows his Warhorn, a resounding BAROOOOMMM! , causing Durgo to snarl at him in agitation.
The broken trees stop some 50' away, as if whatever broke them moved into this glade and disappeared...

Durgo heas a deep Hiss and looks around, as one of the Ogres points ahead and to the left and yells 'I see sumthin, I see...' A blast of frigid Ice hits Durgo's band, covering them with sleet.
<OoC: Durgo made his save, Bargo was SO CLOSE... Durgo takes 26HP/ Bargo and the Muragar take 52HP>.

Durgo and Bargo gasp at the frigid air and frost, snarling their rage. The Fearsome Muragar, pride of Zuregath's Horde, stand frozen in place, frost covered and quite Dead...

Before Durgo and Bargo stands <50' away> a massive Draconian Form, a great Silver Dragon, grinning and hissing a low laugh.

'I do think it's time to Play, little Ogres...' are it's only words before it begins some Dread Incantation...


Initiative

Durgo 10
Bargo 5
Dragon 3 <D'oh!>
<And yu guys had better mess him up, cause he is rather nasty...>