Scions of the New World:Scene One-Gertle's Gulch...
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Argent Silvermage
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Brahnz wastes no time turning the corner and getting the orcs attention. She Semm and Whistler had played this card before. she draws them around the corner away from the innocents and the "menfolk" rip the bad guys a new one once the turn the corner.
Uriel
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Tzzarcct scuttles up and onto the ceiling, movingoff down the passageway.
Brahnz moves round the corner.
Brahnz and Tzzarcct both see a trio or Orcs ahead, in an area perhaps 15 feet wide, an irregular area showing much recent digging activity.
On the ground just past the Orcs is the crumpled form of a person, while digging listlessly on one wall are three people; 1 male human, a female human and a dwarf. All three look very bad off, and one of the humans (an old man of perhaps 45 years) looks as if he is about to drop.
The heat in the tunnel is oppressive, perhaps 90 degrees, with dust cloggnig the air.
Brahnz whistles, causing the Orcs to turn her way, snarls rising in their throats.Winking at them, she hastily runs back around the corner <Pre-Iniative>, where she then drops and readies her spear.
The Orcs run after her, though only one turns the corner, the last droped by a bolt shot from above, as Tzzarcct straightens out and takes aim after the orcs have passed his position, hitting the beast in the back, killing him.
It is quick work, as one Orc runs up Brahnz' spear, while the other is chopped to pieces by Mantis' blades...
Brahnz moves round the corner.
Brahnz and Tzzarcct both see a trio or Orcs ahead, in an area perhaps 15 feet wide, an irregular area showing much recent digging activity.
On the ground just past the Orcs is the crumpled form of a person, while digging listlessly on one wall are three people; 1 male human, a female human and a dwarf. All three look very bad off, and one of the humans (an old man of perhaps 45 years) looks as if he is about to drop.
The heat in the tunnel is oppressive, perhaps 90 degrees, with dust cloggnig the air.
Brahnz whistles, causing the Orcs to turn her way, snarls rising in their throats.Winking at them, she hastily runs back around the corner <Pre-Iniative>, where she then drops and readies her spear.
The Orcs run after her, though only one turns the corner, the last droped by a bolt shot from above, as Tzzarcct straightens out and takes aim after the orcs have passed his position, hitting the beast in the back, killing him.
It is quick work, as one Orc runs up Brahnz' spear, while the other is chopped to pieces by Mantis' blades...
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Jeremy
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Nodding to both at a job well done the Mantis clicks approvingly and sets about cleaning his blades and stripping the corpses of valuables. Gabe figures that speaking to frightened captives would be best handled by someone like Whistler who doesn't have say antennae growing from his head.
Argent Silvermage
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Have no fear. you are saved. I am Brahnz. I child of the Metalic Dragons. I will carry those who need it outside into the cool air. we will get you food as well. She says and gently picks up the eldest human.
Sparky
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Zadkiel looks to the boys and puts his fingers to his mouth to whistle them down. The opening of the mine leers behind him and Semm speaks. The words give Whistler pause. He tugs his hat at Semm, "Truer words, Semm. Truer words..." He remembers his pack and trots up the slope, gesturing The Boys to follow him back down. Passing the Animal he quietly says, "I know you'll keep 'em safe." And to The Boys, "Stay here. Semm will look after you." He scratches Lupe’s ruff, giving the wolf a very quick once-over to assess the worst of the damage. “Stay here, Lupe`. I won’t let anything happen to Brahnz.” He winces and smiles ruefully at the wolf, “Anything more.”
Turning toward the mine entrance he sees the disappearing forms of the others and trots to catch up. I can feel it. Arrowin didn’t lie. It calls out. They round the corner and Zadkiel barely clears his sword in a rasp of steel by the time Brahnz, Tzzecct and Mantis have annihilated the remaining Orcs. Feathers flutter in the stifling air. It's miserable hot in here. What’s that…?
Whistler steps up, sheathing his sword, long legs clearing the bodies of the Orcs easily. Pulling off his hat and wiping his brow, he looks at the pathetic folk before him. Brahnz steps up next to him, her words and demeanor soothing, if her countenance is not. Wings flaring to cool himself Zadkiel addresses the assemblage, “I am Marshall Zadkiel.” He indicates the others with a gesture, “These are Gabriel and Tzzecct. And you already met Brahnz. The renegade Scion is dead. We will help you out of here.“ The gray elf stoops to examine the crumpled form, eyes thumbing back lids and making a perfunctory check of the body’s condition. He does the same for the others and helps carry any out who cannot walk on their own. “Another waits outside. Semm. He is… imposing. Do not fear.”
Turning toward the mine entrance he sees the disappearing forms of the others and trots to catch up. I can feel it. Arrowin didn’t lie. It calls out. They round the corner and Zadkiel barely clears his sword in a rasp of steel by the time Brahnz, Tzzecct and Mantis have annihilated the remaining Orcs. Feathers flutter in the stifling air. It's miserable hot in here. What’s that…?
Whistler steps up, sheathing his sword, long legs clearing the bodies of the Orcs easily. Pulling off his hat and wiping his brow, he looks at the pathetic folk before him. Brahnz steps up next to him, her words and demeanor soothing, if her countenance is not. Wings flaring to cool himself Zadkiel addresses the assemblage, “I am Marshall Zadkiel.” He indicates the others with a gesture, “These are Gabriel and Tzzecct. And you already met Brahnz. The renegade Scion is dead. We will help you out of here.“ The gray elf stoops to examine the crumpled form, eyes thumbing back lids and making a perfunctory check of the body’s condition. He does the same for the others and helps carry any out who cannot walk on their own. “Another waits outside. Semm. He is… imposing. Do not fear.”
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
OoC: DM screw up. blame it on the Con/getting a flu, which even now rages through my system:rolled a Fort save of 10 on my new stupid D20...grr.
One of the humans is a woman of 30 years or so, editing.
One of the men seems able to walk well enough. His dress suggests that he may be the uncle that the two boys spoke of. The othes need help, having obviously been here longer than the aforementioned man.
When you get them outside (they do gasp when they see Semm), the boys yell 'Ma! Ma!' and race to the battered woman, nearly bowling her over. She looks ready to collapse and is teary eyed, although she has little water to shed,as she looks very dehydrated.
Turning to you all, she says 'Thank you good Folke...You pulled me from Hell an' saved my boys.' Then, she collapses to the ground.
One of the humans is a woman of 30 years or so, editing.
One of the men seems able to walk well enough. His dress suggests that he may be the uncle that the two boys spoke of. The othes need help, having obviously been here longer than the aforementioned man.
When you get them outside (they do gasp when they see Semm), the boys yell 'Ma! Ma!' and race to the battered woman, nearly bowling her over. She looks ready to collapse and is teary eyed, although she has little water to shed,as she looks very dehydrated.
Turning to you all, she says 'Thank you good Folke...You pulled me from Hell an' saved my boys.' Then, she collapses to the ground.
Argent Silvermage
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Brahnz will offer her waterskin to the survivors. Drink slowly. There is plenty but you don't want to make yourselves sick. I will go hunt us some food. She says and turns to Whistler. May I suggest you get them in to a building. You should strip the scion and orcs of thier valuables as well. I'll be back in a few hours. game seems plentiful here.
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