Remnants of the Horde-Flight from Aruth

[Set Harth]

Valrack eyes drift toward the east and the foes there slaughtering his fellow goblins. He is more concerned with the cursed elves approaching further east. Shrugging, Valrack sends a streaking spark towards the elves and goblins fighting to the east, engulfing them all in a ball of fire that turns the surrounding forest into a wall of flames. (Valrack casts fireball positioned to engulf as many elves as possible without regard of the remaining goblins). Following his masters mental commands Kithcor returns to Valrack's side and in images more then words communicates the elven positions to his master mentally.

Meanwhile...

Hex's nose detects the smell of ozone. Knowing the after effects of a lighting bolt when she smells it Hex follows her nose towards the wizard. Moving swiftly and silently from behind Hex attacks the elf wizard attempting to hamstring him and then devours his flesh. (Hex circles around from the north and attacks the wizard from behind attempting a trip attack)

 

[Mickerus]

At the wizard's taunting, Sellanais begins to weigh all her options immediately; the orcs she charged with have almost entirely fallen, the enemy has more reinforcements coming, and this impetuous fool would dare to challenge her? He is either incredibly rash or he has some sort of trap lying in waiting, she thinks to herself.

Then she notices the decaying worg sneaking up, and smiles. There's time at least for a single strike.

Midnight Fang begins to walk towards the Grey Walker, licking the blood off her blade as she does. As she struts towards him, savoring the taste of her fallen kin, she calls out to the wizard, sounding surprisingly sincere...

"I am impressed. Not many can see the beauty lying beneath my cruel facade. I... feel a tug on my very heart, cousin. Do you not feel it as well?"

(OOC: Trying to bluff the wizard and keep his attention to improve Hex's chances of sneaking up and getting in a good solid hit.)

 

[Uriel]

End of Round Two


<Retro>

Urfgak the Shaman casts his Flamestrike, blowing a hole through the Elven ranks, near a dozenElves blasted dead.

Kurg swings his deadly Flail, crushing the head of a hapless Legionarre, taking the opportunity to bite off a few tasty fingers as the Elf goes down.

Round Three, Main Battle

Valrack's Fireball erupts in the midst of the fighting Goblins and Elves, consuming all but one of the Goblins and some 20 elves or so.

The Grey Walker, sneering at the approaching Assassin spits out 'Great is this Day, for I know who and what you are, Scion of the Unnamable House. I will treasure laying you low and bringing your head back for presentation at the Emperor's feet...' The Wizard begins preparatin for another spell, even as a Grey form streaks from the woods, clipping him from behind and knocks him to the ground.

<<Attack, hit 7 HP damage and tripped>>

Varn's group continues to punch their way forward, the Hobgoblins in the rear solidifying their position with the forward group.

Falchion and Gladius wreak a deadly toll on those battling, as Elves and Hobgoblins die in the press of battle.

The Elves that had come from the South-West fall upon the Rearguard Goblins, hitting them hard, while taking few casualties in return

<<9 dead Goblins to 4 dead Elves>>

The sole remaining Goblin that had survived the fireball screama and runs for the rear of Varn's band, onlyto be pierced by 3 arrows shot from the Woods to the East.

The Eastern part of the Glade was sounding more like an entire Legion was advancing through the trees.

To the South, the Legionarres pause in their slaughter of the Goblins...a few turning to face the sound of lumbering Ogres returing to the fray...


*Please see OoC thread**

 

[Velenne]

Having gone with Bargo into battle before, it finally occurs to Durgo that entering such a confused fight might earn him an Elf Splitter in the back when he wasn't paying attention.

As the duo continues to move north toward the southern battalion of elves, the Gulgathan breaks off to his left where the orcs are fairing poorly. He hopes to turn the tide of battle there and give Varn's band a chance to escape West in the face of the Legion he hears marching from the East.

 

[Orochi]

Blood and gore cling to the head of Kurg's flail for a moment as he pulls it free of the pulped skull of an Elven soldier. The mass of tissue and sticky red black cerebral blood seems to soak into the weapon as Kurg spins the head, hoping to catch sight of one of the damnable elf priests in the press of warriors. Seeing none immediately, he decides to draw on divine power once again in an attempt to draw any rival priests out.

He raises the flail over his head and swings it in a slow arc, growling and snarling for a few seconds before speaking the command phrase "The jaws close". He instantly feels a surge of unnatural vigor as Yeenoghu's blessing fills him with Abyssal Might, lending strength to his blows, quickness to his strikes, and taking the bite away from his foe's blades.

OOC: Cast Abyssal Might with the flail and continue to melee, keeping an eye out for reinforcements or enemy priests/wizards/champions.

 

[Set Harth]

The zombie worg stands over the fallen elf wizard, her jaws snaping at his throat trying to rip it out. (Hex will grapple with her target, trying to keep him prone and from casting spells so she can ripp out his throat.)

Meanwhille...

Gripping his drow amulet, Valrack searches for a likely place for a web spell, Spying the elven archers to the north he barks a command in drow and casts web at them. (Valrack attempts to trap as many northern elves as he can in the webbing)

 

[Capellan]

Wekerak screams a bloocurdling, ululating cry, spittle flying from his jaws as he races through the elves, slashing to the left and right, striking a few and sowing confusion in the others.

OOC: move along the elven line, using ride-by attack, and waiting for Frostbite's breath weapon to regenerate

 

[Mickerus]

Sellanais barely suppresses the urge to laugh as the Grey Walker topples over from the Hex's surprise attack.
I doubt you'll be presenting me to your emperor any time soon, dolt...

As the undead wolf begins to maul the overconfident wizard, Midnight Fang briefly pauses to determine the time to strike; if he is able to get back on his feet, she quickly maneuvers to his blind side and tosses her dart of wounding. Otherwise, she rushes forward and attempts to deliver the finishing blow with her shadow dagger as he helplessly grapples with the decaying worg.

 

[Uriel]

<Retro Round Three>
OoC:Initiative held... now 17.

Midnight Fang moves up, delaying so that Hex can strike.As the Wizard grapples with the Worg, she hits like a Viper,smiling maliciously.

I doubt you'll be presenting me to your emperor any time soon, dolt...

Trying desperately to get off a spell, the Elf fails miserably, words of Ancient Draconic lost amidst his screams and the jaws of the Worg.
<Concentrating check ,failed, barely.>


Stabbing her dagger into his side, Midnight Fang feels him go limp, her blade piercing his kidneys.

<<Hit, Sneak + Critical,confirmed, 25 HP>>


Round Four

Wekerak strikes again, his Lance and Frostbite's fangs delivering a devastating Death to a Legionarre.
Near, the other Worg riders deal similar damage, dropping 2 more Legionarres, before being pulled from their mounts and stabbed to Death.
<Both Riders and Worgs killed>

From the trees comes a mass of sticky webbing, covering a group of the embattled Legion, and a few Hobgoblins as well, Valrack unseen, but still doing what he can to hinder the elves .

<4 stuck elves, 2 hobgoblins>

Kurg looks up, noting the canage aroung him. Casting his Abyssal Might, he feels the Power of his Demon Prince course through his veins, infusing him with Might.
<Str now 18,Dex 16,Con 17 AC +1,HP +10>


Seconds later, a blast of Flame, not wholly unlike that which Urfgak cast upon the Elves, strikes Kurg, though he is saved from most of the blast, though it kills 2 Hobgoblins and 2 elves near him.

< Kurg takes 16HP, the Hobs and Elves 33...dead>.

Looking through eyes singed by Holy Fire, Kurg spies a plate armored figure astride a massive Boar, it similarly armored. A pennant flies above, showing a Crescent Moon and a Green Oak....a Knight of the Moon, Warrior-Priests of Corellon Larethian.
The Elf draws a long gleaming blade and spurs his steed foward.

<The Knight is about 50' away, to the N-W, directly in your path.>
Behind him is another 20 or so Elves, but these look to be the last between you and an open path to the North-West.

Varn, bloodied and assailed on all sides by Elves, cuts his way through their lines, as do a few Hobgoblins with him. There is no sign of his Aide, and another bloodied Hob picks the COmpany standard up, carrying it along.

From among the ranks of the Elves, springs a green clad Elf, no Legionarre this, spinning and whirling likesome Marionette of Death amongthe Hobgoblins. Four lie dead by his twinned Blades, each an ornate Gladius bedecked with Jewels.
'Shall we Dance, Captain?'
Varn's face changes, aSnarl at his lips...he knew this Elf, Ferulen Deathwind, Weapon-Master of Aruth.

'This one is MINE!'

Arrows rain down upon the Hobgoblins from the Elves to the East, as well several fire into the tree where Valrack hides.

<Valrack hit for 1 HP, even with his cover bonus. 6 More hobgoblins dead>.

The Legionarres cut down the last remaining Orc without a loss, turning their attention North to the Captain's Band...

South, the Goblins fight a desperate, losing battle against a Foe far greater in skill and in numbers as well. The last of them goes down, thogh they kill 2 Elves as well.

Round Five

The Legionarres are caught totally off-guard,barely having time to regroup before Durgo and Bargo are among them, hewing and slaying. Each Muragar kills half a dozen before they break through the Elven Lines, following Varn's band North-West.
Seeing that the orcs are all dead, Durgo deems that the only course would be to regroup with the Captain, whi he can see fighting a Green Cloaked Elf.

<< Through Cleave and your rediculously powerful strikes, you kill 11 Elves. Durgo sustains 16 HP, Bargo 10HP>>

The remaining Elves, all 5 of them flee South, the ferocity of the Ogres to much for them.

Midnight Fang disappears, the byproduct of her dagger, though she sees Elves approaching from the West, they see her nought.

Hex, taking a massive bite from the Wizard's shoulder, ripping a satchel free, before turning to go, slinking back North...

*actions?*

 

[Capellan]

Wekerak pauses for a moment to lick the bloodied blade of his spear, then spurs Frosbite forward, his gaze on the Knight of the Moon.

... such sweet flesh ...

Wekerak continues to use his speed and mobility to hack his way through the elves (ride-by attack), all the while angling his path to try and get into position to move into a flanking position on the Knight as soon as possible.