Remnants of the Horde: In through the Back Way...

[Uriel]

Bargo roars as he heads around the corner, his massive carrying him into the nearest Drow, who gets the most satisfying look of horror on his face right before Bargo decapitates him.

The remaining Muragar howls a war cry and moves likewise around the corner,
swinging his long sword at the nearest Drow, missing him...


New Round

Mephit <Nat 20>

The last Mephit keeps clear of the Drow, moving instead to the rear of the band, seeking out one of the torches dropped by the Muragar. It picks it up, preparing to heal itself when next it has the chance.


Drow 22

The Drow recently attacked by the Muragar stabs the soldier with his short sword <10 HP>, laughing maniacally as the Ogre gasps and cluthces the wall, staggeredby some Venom on the Dak Elf's blade...then falls dead at the Drow's feet.

Bargo's nearest enemy attacks him <21 HP piercing on a crit...>, though he is sorely disheartened when his blade's Poison fails to take effect.

The remaining two Drow cast spells, one a ightning Bolt catching Bargo minimally <4 HP after sucessful save and DR>.One of the engaged Drow also takes damage <14 HP,spell got through DR, made her save>, though the other's innate resistance to magic saved him.

<This next one turned out Bizarre...>

The last Drow cackles as he point at Bargo and utter some silly elfie words.
Bargo is confused, as suddenly Durgo appears before him, roaring and charging him. Bargo know this is stoopid magic trick, as Durgo behind him. Then, fake-Durgo turns and laff again at Black Elfie. Elfie start screaming as fake-Durgo pick him up and eat him whole, then *poof* and fake-Durgo gone. Black Elfie dead onna floor...

< Drow casts Phantasmal Killer, DC 18...bargo rolls a 19, makes save, Phantasmal Killer turns back on Drow, spell overcomes his own SR, he fails his save, and his own spell gets him...>


Kurg 17 awaits Durgo, ready to stand ofr charge as his Lord commands...

Durgo 16 is up
Forlash 11
Bargo 10

 

[Velenne]

Durgo lowers his head, casting a menacing gaze over the surviving drow as a grin slowly splits his face. His body turns and he plants on foot squarely behind him, crouches slightly, and springs forward at a terrifying speed. Just the sound of his Maul swinging through the air is enough to rattle the teeth of anyone unfortunate enough to be near it. Thundering down on the hapless drow, he levels the weapon across each of their heads, sending a shower of gore around the hall.

OOC: Full PA + RA + Charge Attack: +15 (2d6+60) AC drops to 18, and he's still got Great Cleave.

 

[Uriel]

OOC: Full PA + RA + Charge Attack: +15 (2d6+60) AC drops to 18, and he's still got Great Cleave.

Durgo thunders forward, his Maul smashing ther nearest Drow, though the next evades a similarly horrifying fate.

OoC: I rolled a '3' on your next hit...

IC

Kurg yelps a shrill cry and charges alongside Durgo, his flail smashing into another Drow, staggering (but not dropping) him.

Forlash is up...

 

[ferretguy]

Seeing several dark elves being dropped by the ogres, Forlash begins to chant, foul dripping bolts of acid springing from his hands hurtling towards the nearest drow.

OOC: well what the hell...casting Melf's Acid Arrow at closest drow (if I can see one of the wizards then thats my target otherwise fighter will do just fine.)

 

[Uriel]

OoC>>Er...? Jeremy? I'm moving this along, so as to make this the coolest PbP on the boards once again...

IC

Forlash's Acid Arrow strikes home, sizzling into a very shocked Drow <8HP>.

Bargo pulverises another Drow <43 HP,finishing her>, splitting her in two.

The Mephit heals itself in the flame.

The remaining Drow pales and attempts to retreat, though he misinterprets the range of his foe, ending his life on Durgo's Maul. <A of Op,dead dark elf>.

The corridor is silent but for Bargo's wheezing and barely kept-in-check bloodlust. The Mephit flies up to Durgo and worridly says 'Boss,Boss...Big Boom mean bad,very big bad. Venting gone wrong. If not fixed, mountain go BIG BOOM! We need fix, hurry!'
The l;ittle fire elemental points down the corridor insistantly.

Durgo understands that the Mephit is saying that something is wrong with the machinery that keeps the mountain's vocabic nature in check.

 

[Velenne]

Durgo, knowing nothing of venting or machinery, nods dumbly and indicates the mephit forward. But he understands BOOM and doesn't like the idea of finding shay-man big-big underneath a leveled mountain.

Since he lacks any gobbies or Muragar to spare, and the issue seems time-senstitive, he elects not to loot these pitiful elfies who dared stand against him.

Following a few steps behind the mephit, Durgo shakes a bit of brains off the end of his Maul and looks over his shoulder at the remainder of his band,

"We go."

 

[ferretguy]

Well...that wasn't so bad... Forlash thinks to himself Except for this blood seeping from my chest...damn fighters.... He searches amongst his vials grabbing up one of his potions of healing and quickly drinks it down. Gathering himself together he follows the large ogre as it heads down the corridor, kicking one of the drow corpses as he walks by.(while at it if time doing a quick detect magic as he's walkin' by in case anything can be quickly grabbed..)

OOC: drinking cure Crit wounds potion...

 

[Jeremy]

Bargo lumbers along, peeling off scorched flesh as he goes.

OOC: I suppose that's one way to get clean.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Comp working again...for the moment. Forlash healed 27 HP. Moving right along...

IC

Hastening down the corridor, the lumbering Muragar, Forlash, Kurg and the frantic Mephit carreen against walls (and a low ceiling several times), as the Mountain rumbles and quakes.

Huffing loudly from the heat and smoke of an ever-increasingly hostile home, at last the Band reaches a huge Iron door that looks read to burst from the pressure and heat of the place. the Mephit excitedly yells 'Behind Door, big machine,Boss! Fix Machine! Me can get Mephits to fix, but you big, need your strongness! Need...' The Mephit never gets a chance to finish it's statement, as the massive door suddenly explodes outward,smashing into him, barely missing shearing off Bargo's head and smashes into Durgo,Kurg and Forlash, knocking them all to the ground as it rips by.A splatmark on one wall shows where the Mephit used to be...

< Wow,Bargo made a DC 20 ref check...Bargo. The rest of you are pretty lucky that I rolled 35 points of damage on 12 D6...>

As the others are bowled over by the massive door, Bargo peers into the ragged opening to see a truly awe-inspiring sight. Bargo has never seen such machines, but he can tell that this one has to be one of the biggest ones ever built. A massive chasm stretches down for what seems a half mile, a lake of orange lava below, bubbling and spouting fumes upwards. Suspended over the lava is a huge pile of wheels,chains and pipes, leading off down dozens of tunnels and shafts in all directions. Anchor chains with links as thick as Bargo's torso secure the mass in place, more than fifty of them attached to walls and up into the cone above.

A sound behind brings Bargo's attention back, where he hears a grating sound, followed by an angry wrenching and *thud* where Durgo struggles to his feet, out from under a corner of the Door.

Fuming mad, his father heads towards the opeining, flanked by a limping Kurg and a very dazed looking Forlash.

 

[Velenne]

The Gulgathan stares mystified at the wonder before him. Despite its seemingly earthly origins, it is still mojo to Durgo who understands battle and precious little else. He laments the untimely death of the useful mephit (laments, not mourns) but recalls its final squeaky words.

"MEPHIIIIIIIITS! COME TO MURAGAR!!"

He figures that if the little creatures lived anywhere, it would likely be here. And the dead one had implied more than one would be around. While he awaits their reply, Durgo tries to understand what is going wrong with the machination and how to go about fixing it.