Remnants of the Horde-Flight from Aruth

[Orochi]

Kurg snarls once in the direction of the approaching chariots, daring them to follow into the swamp, where their war chairots will flounder and become prisons, holding them still for a deadly ambush. As they near the swamp, Kurg's snarl changes, becoming a series of short barks and whistles, entreating Yeenoghu to protect his priest, and at the same time possibly scatter the enemies if they attempt to charge.

OOC: If any arrows start to come their way, or if the chariots go for some kind of charge, Kurg's casting Obscurring Mist to hopefully break up any chariot formations or prevent them from finding targets.

 

[Uriel]

Bolting for the Swamp, the group runs pell-mell across the short distance to the edge of said quagmire. Already, stinging gnats and mites fly into eyes, ears and bite unexposed skin.
Valrack is suddenly broke from his thoughts by Kithkor 'Elves falter, fall back from Swamp, you make it to safety.Run, master, run hex!'
Arrows whistle overhead, none finding their mark, though several bounce off of the armor of the Muragar.
Krug cackles, summoning an Obscuring Mist , creating a blanket of fog between the band and the Legionarres.
Cries and shouts become muffled as the Mist blankets everything, though the occassional *Whthp!* of an arrow passes close by the ears of the band. Durgo lands waist deep in muck, signaling that he had indeed made it to the Swamp.
Close by Hex and Valrack stand, as well as the Gnoll. Bargo thunders up, still grinning with a dangling Elf head in hand.
Lastly, Midnight Fang approaches, her burns looking bad, if not critical. there is no sign of Wekerak...

The Elves do not follow into the Swamp, though several are laughing and shouting as if privy to some private joke.
A voice calls out in accented Myrachian ' Though you have eluded our blades this night, animals, Death will come to you,I think! Say hello to the Swamp Matrons for us before they roast you over coals or boil you for their soup!' More elvish taunts and shouts follow, along with an ever increasing barrage of arrows. Hunkered down against trees, large standing stones or behind fallen logs, the Band is safe from the Elvish assaultfor now. The pointy ears seem content to wait out the night, however,in case any dare the open Plains again.

Durgo crawls out of the muck, dozens of leaches attached to his legs and a few on his arms as well.
What now, you all wonder? WHat anyof you know of the hags is vague. They are loosely allied with Myrach, though they pay no allegiance to any. Rumors have it that there are several Swamp matrons, each with a dislike or even vehemence for the others, though they do band together in times of need. How they treat your kind is a mystery as much as their level of Power, though it is said that they are Great Wizards and Sorcerers.

 

[Set Harth]

OOC: I'll be unable to post for the next two weeks as I'll be on vacation, Valrack will be swtiched on Autopilot so as not to hold thing up. See you on the 23rd Set

 

[Jeremy]

Bargo growls, "Bargo feel like humie sheep! Run by scraggly dogs. Durgo should let us kill d'em elfies. See how good they laugh with Elf-Spitter in their guts!"

Bargo roars in rage and frustration in the murk.

 

[Velenne]

As he's pacing, Durgo absently boxes Bargo on one ear during a pass.

"Too many elfies, not enough Muragar no more. And dem have shay-mans and wizards. No...we use night and fog to escape into swamp, sleep during day, and come back out next night. Need to move fast!"

The ogre hops back into the muck and starts making his way into deeper into the swamps.

 

[Capellan]

Wekerak leaps from Frostbite's back and swiftly cuts a haunch from the last of the Centaurs, then searches the body for valuables.

Once that's done, he returns to the scene where he slew the others, and again takes anything of value he can find.

With that done, he spurs Frostbite back toward the others, intending to report what he has found, and gain healing from the clerics.

 

[Mickerus]

"Durgo, you had best have something of value as tribute for the hags! They may be allies of Myrach in word, but we're still trespassing upon their lands, and I doubt they will appreciate our band tempting the legions into following us into it."

After chastising the ogre, Midnight Fang turns to face the elven legions. This fog will do little to cover our backs...

Looking at the obscuring fog, she begins focusing her will to summon clouds of inky darkness to further protect the group from the elves' vision.

OOC: I'm going to take a moment to use all three of my darkness abilities for the day (night?), keeping them as spread out as possible, and also leaving no gaps to see through.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Wekerak has already killed the last Goblin. Valrack now on Auto-Pilot


Valrack sends his thoughts to Kithkor 'Find that Doltish Wolfrider and bring him here.'
The Bat wings off North, the direction that Wekerak had gone.

Midnight Fang's Darkness Spells go off, creating a wall/shell of Darkness that the Elves are unaware of, as the Mist still blocks their sight as well.


Wekerak and Frostbite

Minutes go by, with no clear indication of where he should go now for Wekerak.Frostbite has no idead, though he says South, though Wariness is the key, as there are Elves everywhere. Wekerak then notices something small winging it's way out of the sky. It was the Necromancer's Familiar. The bat hovers for a moment, then flies off South and East, swinging back again,looping around and indicating that the Goblin should follow.

 

[Uriel]

OoCM prompt here

IC
Wekerak, quickly getting the Bat's Gist, follows it south and west, keeping low and away from hill tos. Soon, a Swamp becomes clear, and the Wolfrider enters (much to the disguts of poor Frostbite, whose sense of Smell is far beyond that of the Goblin or the bat). After 20 minutes of slogging through muck and leeches,stinginf gnats and the Gods-aweful smell, Wekerak espies the form of Durgo standing against a tree, the others nearby. Arrows whistle out of the dar to the East, a sure sign of Elves waiting for the band to exit that way. the ogre does not look amused. Bargo is nearby, munching on an elf head, grinding bones and all between his massive jaws.

The Vampire bat alights on Valrack's shoulder, awaiting further instructions.
The Necromancer seems the only one not annoyed by the smells of the Swamp, his close proximity to the undead most likely killing any sense of smell he once had.'Well, what now, oh Great Ogre?' the Goblin Sneers.

As if in answer, Midnight fang notices that several of the vines and creepers part visibly, as if indicating a Path ...

 

[Mickerus]

Sellanais looks to the others and points out the path. "Well then, it seems somebody is already aware of our arrival. Everybody keep your wits about you, and try to at least attempt to show respect to the hags, should we end up dealing with any of them."