Remnants of the Horde-Flight from Aruth

[Uriel]

Rear of the Band, Midnight fang, Bargo and the Elf...

Midnight Fang slides one of her new throwing Daggers out,flipping it in air, catching it nd hurling at the Elf that even now races at Bargo's back.

The Slim blade flies through the air, striking true, hittingthe Ekf in the chest.
<Hit, Crit, 29 points total, including Sneak and what was obviously an electrical charge>

Faltering a bit, the Elf keeps going, though he now focuses his attention on Midnight Fang
Well then, if you would like to play...'
The Elf intones some Arcane Words and a quartet of Magic Missiles streak out from his sword, hitting Midnight fang squarely.
<14HP damage>.
Bargo now hears and assesses the situation, he stands some 60' from the Elf, while Midnight fang is about 40' from the Elf, and 30-40 from Bargo, off at an angle from the two.

Round One
Midnight Fang
Elf
Bargo



Wekerak and the Centaurs

Moving with all haste and caution, Frostbite slinks in behind the Centaurs, who seem oblivious to his advance.

Taking aim, Wekerak unleashes 2 arrows, both of these striking a Centaur as Frostbite spits his Icy breath upon the Men-Horses.

<I took a little liscense, hope it's OK, with the arrows. 2 Hits, 14 and 11 points including Sneak. Frostbite's breath did 10HP, I disallowed saves, they were suprised>.

One Centaur falls dead immediately, while a second seems sorely hurt. the third turns and roars a challenge, though the shrill scream seems half the sound of an enraged Stallion and half that of a man.
Pulling his Greataxe, this Centaur prepares for Battle. Wekerak quickly pulls his daggers, ready for combat.

Round One

Centaur Three <Axe Wielder> natural 20, 23 total.
Wekerak 20
Frostbite 19
Centaur Two 14

The Centaur <3> , only a few feet away at this point <Frostbite's Breath having a very short range>, moves in, swinging his massive Axe at the Goblin, slamming Wekerak
< 14 HP>, while striking at Frostbite with his hooves, missing, due to Wekerak's superior riding skill.

Wekerak is up...

 

[Jeremy]

"MMMMmmm yummy elfie. You want play with horn-girl? You play with her after Bargo eat your legs." Bargo licks his lips and moves 30' to stand next to Midnight Fang.

OOC: Bargo readies an action to attack the elf when it comes within reach. He will also take an attack of opportunity on it if it moves through his threatened area to get to Midnight Fang or Bargo.

 

[Capellan]

Wekerak licks his lips at the coppery scent of blood in the air. In unison, he and Frostbite lunge forward, jaws and daggers moving together to strike at the horse-meat.

OOC: full attack. If that drops him, I'll take a 5' step toward the other.

 

[Mickerus]

Midnight Fang's eyes blaze red as she almost seems to relish the pain from the magic missiles.

Taking a step back, she crouches almost to a kneel, with one claw pushing against the ground. She smiles, and her fangs begin to lengthen as her smile grows wider, seeming to split her face at the jaw with row upon row of spines.

Looking the elf in the eye, she replies to his empty taunt in elven. "What you fail to understand, cousin, is that the game is already over."

With a sudden burst of movement she charges towards the elf with her arms spread outward and claws splayed open, ready to slash him apart. When she gets within reach of him, however, instead of slashing, she moves with a blur that makes it almost impossible to see what happens, though the end result is obvious; a streak of reflected moonlight drives straight toward the elf's throat.

OOC: Charging and using the Flick of the Wrist feat to draw the shadow dagger and attempt a sneak attack. If he's still standing, Bargo can have fun with what's left.

 

[Uriel]

Main Group

Durgo's mind raced with the things that had befallen in just a few short hours. COnfusion at what the Shay-Man had told him, the desire to kill elfies, a vague need to whack bargo on the head for something (he must have done something bad, and Durgo had not hit him in far too long now). A sharp *Shing* resounds from the rear, the sound of Elf-Hewer being pulled forth, nothing else makes that noise. SInce Bargo carried his monsterous bow, the danger must be close for Elf-Hewer to come forth...very close.

Kurg was thrilled to be in the open again. Yeenogh had seen him through the battle with the legion, given him some tasty treats to eat and had even shown his favor in a deliciously gibbous Moon this night...Kurg stopped his musings. There was something on the Wind. Looking leftward, the Gnoll spotted dark shapes racing across the fields towards them. Large shapes, strange shapes. What could they be?Whatever they were, they were still several hundred yards away.Looking frantically around, the Gnoll saw (under Yeehoghu's Blessed Moon) the edge of the swamp a mere mile away to the West, they could make it, or they could fight the Elfies, his Flail once again tearing through their flesh and bone, spurting their entrails into the air and releaving them of the Life that they do not deserve.

Valrack fumed. That Damned Half-Demon dared to mock him!?! Dared to dangle the Key before his nose, attempting to parley?
Well, he would show her, he would...
'Elfs come. Many Elfs, much Blood to take. Much Blood. Elfs from the East, much Blood!'
The Goblin stopped Hex for a second, looking the direction that Kithcor cad indicated, the bat somewhere up high and scouting.
Valrack could make out large forms of some sort, racing towards the Band. WHat could they be...a creak resounded across the Field, the sound of a wheel. Chariots...dozens of them, and behind them, something else. Looking about, Valrack saw the others stopped as well, Durgo pointing towards the rear, where his half-wit Son was, and the accurssed Half-Demon.

Bargo and Midnight Fang

Moving with Supernatural Grace, Midnight fang closes with the Elf, her blade poised for his death, hidden from his sight.
With a sudden shift in her grip, the Dagger is out, stabbing at his abdomen...only to miss, as the Elf spins away, laughing 'I think you will like this,Beast'
The Elf plunges his Sword into the earth, intoning 'Uvamearee!'
Midnight Fang has only a brief second to decipher the ancient Elven...Fire.
A ball of Flame erupt around the Elf, highlighting him in it's baleful light. Midnight Fang is thrown back, scortched, though alive
<32 HP Fireball, MF missed her save, rolled a '4', sorry, 17 total, not quite enough 32-20 Resistance, =12 damage, MF down 26HP now>

As soon as the Fireball goes off, a horn sounds to the East, followed by the sound of elvish voices raised in Hunt.

Bargo had good plan, wait for Elfie to come and die, but Elf-Demon spoiled that. Charged Elfie. Now Elf-Demon burned and hurt bad. Bargo Mad at Elfie!
Lumbering forward, Bargo takes the interveining distance with ease, his massive legs eating up the distance between himself and the Elf Wizard-Warrior. The Elfies face looks shocked, and he is burned a little too. Bargo smiles Bar-B-Q Elfie! .
Swinging Elf-Hewer in a massive Arc, Bargo connects with the Elfie, watching with glee as the Elfie looses his head.
<Charge,hit,32 HP, dead Elf>.
Midnight fang regains her feet, retrieving her thrown knife, it's blade still crackling with electricity.

Wekerak and the Centaurs

Wekerak stabbs at the man-Horse, hitting with the Weeping Blade once and the Spirit Blade once < 14HP total>.
Frostbite bites savagely as well,hitting the Centaur <14 HP>.
The Axe-Wielding Centaur falters, his chest pierced by blades and his stomach tore open bit Wolf Teeth. Rearing back, the Centaur falls to the ground with a resounding *Crash*.

The third Centaur's eyes go wide with Horror, seeing his situation. these were no mere Rabbits for the hunt, not this Goblin and his White Wolf from hell. The Centaur turns and Bolts away, heading North.
<Run for 200' feet or so>
Damn it, one was getting away. there were spoils to take, however, satchels, a massixeAxe, arrows for his Quiver...then Wekerak hears the horn to the South and East, an Elvish Hunting Horn.
Thrice-Damned fools, what had they stirred up now!?!

 

[Capellan]

Wekerak snarls a curse, but his lips are twisted in pleasure. The thrill of killing runs like fire in his blood.

Our route lies north, and the horseman flees there. He must not wake his fellows, or the trap will close. The ogres can look after themselves for now.

Snatching out his bow, Wekerak spurs Frostbite after the Centaur, firing as soon as he is able. He will bring down this prey, and ensure the path remains open.

Behind him, the bodies and their treasure lie in the darkness. There will be time to gather those, later. The scent of blood will lead him to them.

 

[Mickerus]

Sellanais quickly recovers herself, and realising that the elven warrior-mage's head is already quite missing, reaches into the pouch at her side to dig out one of her healing potions even as she quickly rifles through the dead elf's remains. She grabs whatever she can even as she spears the cork stopper on the vial with a clawed thumb and drinks deeply.

As she stands again, she silently curses to herself. Poison, fool! Always forgetting the poison!

She looks to Bargo, and says "You are a disgusting, boorish, crude, filthy, stench-ridden beast. Never forget that. But for what it's worth, you have my gratitude tonight. Come now, we must hurry to catch up with the others."

 

[Velenne]

Durgo looks east. No good. There were too many Elfies! Too many! They needed to be fast but the Elfies were like sand, slowing them down with their too many numbers!

The ogre growls in the direction of the horn, a wet, gutteral noise that sends spittle across his cracked lips.

"We go West! Let Elfies chase until dem too far away for uder Elfies to hear horn. Den, we hide and ambush dem! GO! FAST! NOW!"

 

[Jeremy]

Originally said by Midnight Fang
"You are a ..., ..., crude, filthy, stench ... beast. Never forget that. But for ... it's worth, you have my ... tonight. Come now, we .... hurry to catch up with ... others."

Bargo catches about one word in five as the not-elf speaks quickly. As he has been taught to do in such instances by Durgo so as not to reflect badly upon him, Bargo smiles wickedly and grins, and complies.

Bargo know 'hurry'. Bargo know 'trap'. Maybe Bargo lay down in swamp and wait for short elfies come too clo---Not-elf leaving...

Bargo bolts off to the west, his incredible strength used for a different purpose, propelling his lumbering frame forward at a dead sprint.

 

[Uriel]

Main Band

Durgo takes off at a run Westward, the outline of the swamp visible in the ghostly light of the moon. Whether the others ran his way or not mattered little to Durgo, he had a Mission, after all.
To the South, the massive form of bargo could be seen and soon the Half-Ogre was close enough to see in the dark. Bargo held an elf head high, blood trailing from the severed neck-stump. Close behind bargo ran the Elf-Demon, she moving in a graceful if uneaven gait. Durgo smelled burnt flesh, and the Elf-Demon was the source.

Bargo and Midnight Fang

Bargo scooped the Elfie's head up as a snack as he ran off to the West to lay his Ingenious Trap (the one where he hides and jumps up yelling Rawwgg!!! as he kills Elfies).

Midnight fang pauses a moment to relieve the Wizard of any obvious treasures, then she too heads West.



Wekerak and the Centaur

The Centaur had a big lead on Wekerak. While he was slaying it's Kin, it was running away (It must be a genious among Men-Horses to see Wekerak's obvious prowess).

The Goblin and wolf take off after the fleeing Centaur, but the Man-Horse seems to be gaining ground.
Firing his bow, Wekerak misses twice.

Round three Wekerak and the Centaur

Wekerak sees the Centaur spin around, firing behind him, missing.
Wekerak fires again, though there are several hundred feet between them.
Hitting once and missing once, Wekerak deals the wounded Centaur a telling blow <6HP>, though the Man-Horse keeps on his hooves.

Round Four Wekerak and the Centaur

The Centaur fires again, this time hitting the Goblin with a long feathered shaft < 9HP>.
Wekerak gains significantly, firing his bow twice again, hitting the Centaur with one shaft <6HP>.
The Centaur stumbles, going down and not moving...

Round Five Wekerak and the Centaur

Wekerak pulls Frostbite up next to the Centaur's body. Frostbite lunges in, tearing at the man-Horse's throat, just to make sure.
One of the arrows is salvagable, and the Centaur has a dozen or so arrows in his bow as well.
Wekerak hears no sounds of battle, for he has travelled for quite a ways from where he engaged the Man-Horses.