Scions of the New World:Scene One-Gertle's Gulch...

[Sparky]

Zadkiel nods and tugs his hat back into place. Flexing shattered wings low over his back more out of reflex than any need they have for stretching, the rail-thin elf quietly pops his knuckles one by one. "Looks like it's about that time." He cocks his head violently with a satisfying pop once in each direction and his eyes grow distant. "I'll keep an eye on things from up here. And I'll holler if I spot the Scion." He spares a glance at the sky, squinting... Boy I don't want him takin' us by surprise.

"If things get nasty, I'll fog the place. Retreat back to here." He catches Tzzecct's eye before the dwarsp heh... like that, Dwarsp... moves out. "Be careful. Don't like sendin' you down there alone." He pats his crossbow. "I'll be watching out for you. We'll be watching out for you," he inclines his head to include the boys. "For all of you. Now git."

 

[ferretguy]

Looking squarlly back at the broken winged elf, Tzzect replies None to worry sirrah...do me best work alone He gives the rest of the group a yellow toothed smile and falls back down the ridge to a position where he can come back around the building while keeping out of sight. He keeps to all sixes scrambling down the sides of the hill taking cover as he can to reach his goal.

 

[Sparky]

As Tzzect turns to leave Zadkiel rasps, "Wait."

He puts down his crossbow and reaches behind his back. His fingers make soft rustling sounds as his as they drift through the wreckage of his wings. He winces, wing shuddering, as he produces a perfect gleaming feather. He checks the surroundings again before he turns his attention fully on the feather.

It rests flat on his open palm. His other hand hovers over the it, hiding it from view. A soft flare of shadowed silver flashes and he sweeps his hand away in a circle pointing at each member of the group. The feather trembles and glows. Black flecked sliver specks flow out of the feather trailing the path of his hand. He gestures at Brahnz and Semm. Gabriel and Tzzect. Wallam and Derry. Himself. At each punctuation of the circle the trailing silver flows outward, toward the intended, hovering in a misty radiance. At each punctuation of the circle the trailing black flecks flow inward, toward the feather which grows sooty as the flecks overtake its trembling glow. As Zadkiel finishes the circle his hand again passes over the feather. It crumbles into dust and he is done. The elf exhales a pent up breath, sending fine black dust swirling and he nods.

"Okay, now you can git."

OOC: Bless. +1 to morale bonus to attacks and saving throws vs. fear.

 

[ferretguy]

OOC: gitting whilst the gittings good...High Ho Silver...

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Nice descriptor, Sparky.

IC

Into the Cauldron They Go


OoCre:Whistler casts Bless +1 Attacks and saves vs. Fear.
Semm grows [Big[/I]:+2 Str,-2 Dex,-1 Attacks and AC.10' reach, +1 damage die catagory.

Round One
Wallam 19 (only has a slingshot...holding)
Brahnz 18
Lupe 13 (holding on Guard with the two boys)
Semm 11
Whistler 10
Tzzarcct 8 (Sorry, rolled a '3')
Mantis 8 (Er, a '4' for you...um...)

Derry 3 (rolled a '1', he goes last, has the bow)


OoC:Someone give me abreak down in the OoC if you like on which Orc you are doing what to. All is nt clear as-of-yet. In particular, what is Brahnz doing?

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Brahnz smiles at her friends and charges down the path directly toward the Forge.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:That was quick...

IC
Brahnz Charges directly down the hill, her long wicked Spear held out ,ready for the death-dealing, a small shower of rock following her descent. The Orc closest looks over suddenly, his snarl of rage turned to alarm as the Elf-Dragon reaches him and impales the beast <10HP,dead>. The Orc slumps off of the weapon, helped by Brahnz's kick.

Now that the Attack had commenced, Wallam laughs as he lets fly his lead shot, catching the next further Orc <Orc 3> in the back <2HP>.

Lupe Guards

Semm, causng a near Avalanche of rock to follow him, Knuckles his way down the slope with a mighty Leap,clearing 15 feet in the first jump as he hurdles at the Southernmost Orc, slamming a massive hand around his head an squeezing...A slight squelching noise, accompanied by the convulsions of the Orc,signal it's end.

Whistler's crossbow bolt misses the Orc, shattering against the hillside behind him.

Orc<3> snarls,Raging and Charges Brahnz, trying to decapitate her with it's Battle Axe, though it's blow misses...

Tzzarcct moves down and North, around the backside of the Forge.


Mantis,seeing the situation requires a quick finish, lest this Orc buffoon raise an alarm, Charges the remaining Orc, rushing up, only to miss the Orc (he almost cut Brahnz, though...). <Rolled a '1' for Mantis>


Derry let's fly an arrow,which sails through the window of the building that Semm is in front of, A yelp and a snarl echo back out.

Round Two

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Brahnz looks at the attacking orc and sighs, You don't actualy think you will hurt me with that? She says and stabs at the Orc.

 

[Jeremy]

Slow on the draw, not particularly quick to his target, and totally wild on the swing Gabriel takes a moment to focus himself. Stepping back he is surrounded by a nimbus of glowing yellow light.

The Mantis stands ready.

OOC: Ug. 5' step out of threatened range if threatened still, cast divine favor on self.

 

[Velenne]

The Animal remains silent during the kill. It pauses to ingest some of the gore in its claw, then turns to face the door. It crouches low, gathering all of its immense strength beneath it, and barrels headlong through the door. The smell of meat invigorates the Animal and at last it lets out a hungry roar.