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Remnants of the Horde-Flight from Aruth
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Jeremy
Explorer
OOC: Curse your dice! 
You realize that was 70% of Bargo's hitpoints or more? Did he make the spot check to recognize Durgo as an ally? Did he make the save vs. massive damage? Will save against dragon fear? 
Bargo can't see corpses. Bargo can't see Durgo. Bargo sees red. Bargo sees two creatures, one big, the other bigger, and as he roars, earth pounding beneath him, Elf Splitter chanting blasphemies in his ears, Bargo goes to make the big red into lots of little reds.
In a wordless howl he charges in, heaving a sword big enough to hew the dragons head off in a massive arc that sparks as it slams into the silver wyrm.
Standard Action: Haste from Boots (AC 27). Extra Partial Action: Partial charge (+24 melee, 4d8+21 [12-20/x2]). Current HP: 40; 74-52+18 (from rage for being hit for more than 20 pts).
You realize that was 70% of Bargo's hitpoints or more? Did he make the spot check to recognize Durgo as an ally? Did he make the save vs. massive damage? Will save against dragon fear? Bargo can't see corpses. Bargo can't see Durgo. Bargo sees red. Bargo sees two creatures, one big, the other bigger, and as he roars, earth pounding beneath him, Elf Splitter chanting blasphemies in his ears, Bargo goes to make the big red into lots of little reds.
In a wordless howl he charges in, heaving a sword big enough to hew the dragons head off in a massive arc that sparks as it slams into the silver wyrm.
Standard Action: Haste from Boots (AC 27). Extra Partial Action: Partial charge (+24 melee, 4d8+21 [12-20/x2]). Current HP: 40; 74-52+18 (from rage for being hit for more than 20 pts).
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
OoC:
It's not MY fault that you guys put EVERYTHING into STR, a few CON points do Wonders for your HP, you know. You are justlucky that I rolled low on the BW D8s...
This won't affect Durgo much, well, maybe...
IC:Bargo runs forward, slamming something for a solid hit
<37 points of damage>.
It's not MY fault that you guys put EVERYTHING into STR, a few CON points do Wonders for your HP, you know. You are justlucky that I rolled low on the BW D8s...
This won't affect Durgo much, well, maybe...
IC:Bargo runs forward, slamming something for a solid hit
<37 points of damage>.
Capellan
Explorer
OOC: @#$%! Helps if I remember to subscribe!!
I charge toward the elven lines, giving the archers a blast of Frostbite's icy breath. I then plough in right on the tail of that, trying to cut down anyone left standing. The objective is to punch a hole through the enemy position.
I charge toward the elven lines, giving the archers a blast of Frostbite's icy breath. I then plough in right on the tail of that, trying to cut down anyone left standing. The objective is to punch a hole through the enemy position.
Velenne
Explorer
Clearing his face of icicles, Durgo roars defiantly at the wyrm. Him and Ravarg had killed a wyrm once with their father's help. But there were no other Gulgathan here. Just him and Burgo now. ORCS WERE SUPPOSED TO COVER SIDES! WHERE ARE DEM ORCS!?
No Ravarg. No Muragar. No orcs. No hope. Only crazy Bargo (who at least wasn't killing orcs this time) and him left to kill a big wyrm by themselves. He could run, but then Bargo would fight alone. Crazy as he was, even Bargo deserved better than to die alone. Besides, he couldn't live knowing that he had run and Bargo had died fighting.
Durgo had not wanted to die here. Did not want the last of the Muragar to die here -the last of the Gulgathan. He had hoped to scare off the elfies with a charge -make them think twice about chasing the Horde. But he was resolved now.
Hefting his greatmaul and easily smashing free of his ice prison with a single stride forward, Durgo breaks into a dead run directly at the silver wyrm. Summoning the last vestiges of his strength, he aims for the creature's skull, ready to kill it or die trying.
No Ravarg. No Muragar. No orcs. No hope. Only crazy Bargo (who at least wasn't killing orcs this time) and him left to kill a big wyrm by themselves. He could run, but then Bargo would fight alone. Crazy as he was, even Bargo deserved better than to die alone. Besides, he couldn't live knowing that he had run and Bargo had died fighting.
Durgo had not wanted to die here. Did not want the last of the Muragar to die here -the last of the Gulgathan. He had hoped to scare off the elfies with a charge -make them think twice about chasing the Horde. But he was resolved now.
Hefting his greatmaul and easily smashing free of his ice prison with a single stride forward, Durgo breaks into a dead run directly at the silver wyrm. Summoning the last vestiges of his strength, he aims for the creature's skull, ready to kill it or die trying.
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
OoC: Well, I was hoping for which attack you wanted to use for Durgo, but I think Durgo would go all out and try and kill the Dragon as soon as possible, so I'm opting for Rage,PA..
Now for the roll, PREFACED with a ODIN'S BALLS!!! Exclaimation.
IC: Durgo charges, the rage in his Blood boiling at the audacity of this Dragon.'Paly' indeed. Striding across the small glade and bringing his hammer up and into the Jaw of the Great Silver Wyrm, Durgo hits with incredible force...
<OoCay attention kiddies, roll:20,crit confirmed, damage: 6D6+147.. 162 points of damage.>
The Dragon reels, skewered through with Bargo's sword and it's skull smashed by Durgo's Maul and reels up and away, falling with an audible *Crash* that resounds throughout the forest, DEAD.
Now for the roll, PREFACED with a ODIN'S BALLS!!! Exclaimation.
IC: Durgo charges, the rage in his Blood boiling at the audacity of this Dragon.'Paly' indeed. Striding across the small glade and bringing his hammer up and into the Jaw of the Great Silver Wyrm, Durgo hits with incredible force...
<OoC
ay attention kiddies, roll:20,crit confirmed, damage: 6D6+147.. 162 points of damage.>The Dragon reels, skewered through with Bargo's sword and it's skull smashed by Durgo's Maul and reels up and away, falling with an audible *Crash* that resounds throughout the forest, DEAD.
Jeremy
Explorer
Re: ENCOUNTER TWO-THE MURAGAR
"PLAAAY!? RRRRRAAAAARGH!! YOU LIKE THIS PLAY!!!"
As the creature's body thunders into the ground, Bargo wrenches Elf Splitter free with a spray of blood and then squats down next to it. His corded muscles bulge and seemingly grow visibly as he squats down digs his massive hands under the dragon actually lifting its gigantic form onto his back and shoulders.
"ELLLFFFIES!! WE EATS YOUR HEARTS!!!" Bargo roars, his eyes almost glowing red with the amount of blood, adrenaline, and magick coursing through him.
OOC: Bargo can lift up to 11,200 pounds right now unassisted. If that's enough, he'll raise the dragon up in the middle the of clearing so any eyes that are watching can see it and tremble. If it's only enough to lift it's forebody, he'll hoist the thing up on his shoulders and drag it forward just to show he can, again reveling in the sheer terror the sight must cause.
Uriel_fire_of_Heaven said:
"PLAAAY!? RRRRRAAAAARGH!! YOU LIKE THIS PLAY!!!"
As the creature's body thunders into the ground, Bargo wrenches Elf Splitter free with a spray of blood and then squats down next to it. His corded muscles bulge and seemingly grow visibly as he squats down digs his massive hands under the dragon actually lifting its gigantic form onto his back and shoulders.
"ELLLFFFIES!! WE EATS YOUR HEARTS!!!" Bargo roars, his eyes almost glowing red with the amount of blood, adrenaline, and magick coursing through him.
OOC: Bargo can lift up to 11,200 pounds right now unassisted. If that's enough, he'll raise the dragon up in the middle the of clearing so any eyes that are watching can see it and tremble. If it's only enough to lift it's forebody, he'll hoist the thing up on his shoulders and drag it forward just to show he can, again reveling in the sheer terror the sight must cause.
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Uriel
Living EN World Judge
OoC: The Dragon weighs quite a bit more than that....
I'll move back to this sub-thread after I see a few more posts in the other one <Tomorrow >
You COULD lop off the head with a good enough swing,that should do for a big Intimidation bonus...
BACK AT TYHE MAIN BATTLE
IC: Wekerak urges Frostbite forward towards where the Elven Archers wait, the Winter wolf Blasting them with it's breath...
the one left gasping for breath only has a moment to lament his misfortune, as Wekerak's spear punches a hole through his chest, killing him.
Wekerak plows onward, though he sees shadowy forms among the trees all around him <maybe a dozen or so in the immediate area>.
<OoC:2 Hit, one dies, the ther takes 9 HP, then is skewered by Wekerak's Spear, and dies>.The other two Worg Riders move forward as well,one killing an Elf foolish enough to show himself.
The Hobgoblins rally now, their situation desperate, their numbers dwindling. Arrows pour out of the two squads, striking tree, boulder, and elf alike. Arrows pour in to their ranks as well, dropping them, though their armor is strong, their shields held high.
<The Hobgoblin archers killed a dozen or so elves, the elves return fire taking out 8 or 10 Hobgoblins>.
The Orcs slam into the Elvish Line,dropping some half dozen Legionarres, while the Elves kill nearly half of the Orcs.
<11 dead Elves to 5 dead orcs>.
Captain Varn nods, his Aide sounds his Bugle, and the massed Hobgoblins move forward, pushing to wards the Elven line <S-W>.
The Goblins on the right flank fire into the woods that Varn's Unit heads towards, though if any elves are hit, they make no sounds audible above the bugle and yells of those fighting already.
OoC:Map to follow.
I'll move back to this sub-thread after I see a few more posts in the other one <Tomorrow >
You COULD lop off the head with a good enough swing,that should do for a big Intimidation bonus...
BACK AT TYHE MAIN BATTLE
IC: Wekerak urges Frostbite forward towards where the Elven Archers wait, the Winter wolf Blasting them with it's breath...
the one left gasping for breath only has a moment to lament his misfortune, as Wekerak's spear punches a hole through his chest, killing him.
Wekerak plows onward, though he sees shadowy forms among the trees all around him <maybe a dozen or so in the immediate area>.
<OoC:2 Hit, one dies, the ther takes 9 HP, then is skewered by Wekerak's Spear, and dies>.The other two Worg Riders move forward as well,one killing an Elf foolish enough to show himself.
The Hobgoblins rally now, their situation desperate, their numbers dwindling. Arrows pour out of the two squads, striking tree, boulder, and elf alike. Arrows pour in to their ranks as well, dropping them, though their armor is strong, their shields held high.
<The Hobgoblin archers killed a dozen or so elves, the elves return fire taking out 8 or 10 Hobgoblins>.
The Orcs slam into the Elvish Line,dropping some half dozen Legionarres, while the Elves kill nearly half of the Orcs.
<11 dead Elves to 5 dead orcs>.
Captain Varn nods, his Aide sounds his Bugle, and the massed Hobgoblins move forward, pushing to wards the Elven line <S-W>.
The Goblins on the right flank fire into the woods that Varn's Unit heads towards, though if any elves are hit, they make no sounds audible above the bugle and yells of those fighting already.
OoC:Map to follow.
Velenne
Explorer
Durgo reels himself from the impact. Arms and shoulders trembling, he musters enough power to heft his greatmaul high into the air and scream a bloodcurdling cry a of victory at the top of his lungs.
"WE ARE MURAGAR! WYRMSLAYERS! NO ELFIES CAN SURVIVE!"
The ogre crouches down next to his struggling bastard son and puts a shoulder of his own beneath the dragon, assisting in the hoisting. He uses his thick forehead to point northeast -toward the rear of the elfies attacking the orcs- and starts moving.
"WE ARE MURAGAR! WYRMSLAYERS! NO ELFIES CAN SURVIVE!"
The ogre crouches down next to his struggling bastard son and puts a shoulder of his own beneath the dragon, assisting in the hoisting. He uses his thick forehead to point northeast -toward the rear of the elfies attacking the orcs- and starts moving.
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