Working for the Baron - The Adventure

[AmorFati]

Argent: I would appreciate it if you could fill out some info about attacks on your character sheet, as well as what spells you have prepared.


Hard pressed Zyrial yells out "BALIN! Use the wand centered on me!" and continues to fight the orcs, only more carefull than before. With a swing of his mace, he connects heavily with the same orc as he attacked last time, this time crushing its skull. It falls dead to the ground, joining its friends in his final death-throes.

"Cast it on you!!! You damned fool elf, you'll..." the old man retorts, but then remembering the elfs natural resistance against sleep, decide to heed Zyrials words. Waving the wand, a few more orcs fall asleep.

The orcs, now severly reduced in numbers, seems to come to an agreement without any communication. Almost as one they all turn around and flees back towards the forest.

Now you are left with two coices; Follow and finnish the last remaining orcs off, or stay and tend to the injured.

[sblock]Active Effects:
Bless: +1 morale on attack rolls and saves against fear. Active on all party members, Brin, two of his five deputies, and about 15 villagers.
Protection from Arrows: Gives Zyrial damage reduction 10/magic against ranged attacks. Prevents a total of 40 damage before ending.

Initiative:
Round 5:
7 - Nyra
5 - Hargrim
Round 6:
19 - Brin - Unconcious
18 - Townsfolk
16 - Deputies - Niko is uncouncious.
14 - Zyrial
10 - Balin
10 - Orcs

Damage etc:
Hargim: 16/32 HP.
Nyra: 11/28 HP.
Zyrial: 13/27 HP.
Brin: 18 damage. Uncouncious.
Niko: 10 damage. Uncouncious.
Blessed Townsfolk: 8 of 17 dead.
Non-blessed Townsfolk: 16 unhurt.
Orcs killed: 27.
Orcs asleep: 12.

Actions:
Zyrial: Rolled a 15, a hit. Did 5 damage, killing the orc.
Balin: Used the Wand, puting 4 more orcs to sleep.
Nyra:
Hargrim:
Brin:
Niko:
Rolen:
Perra:
Nolim:
Sherk:
Townspeople:
Orcs: Withdraw to the forest west of the town.


Status: The orcs all Withdrew from combat, running back towards the forest.
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[Argent Silvermage]

ooc: Sorry about that I thought I had posted his finished sheet. on it right now.

IC: "Balin! Stay here with the Townsfolk. Do what you can for them. Here's my healing wand. Use what you can. The rest of us will chase down the stragglers." The cleric says and places his CLW wand in the hand of one of the living townsfolk. "Take that to the Mage. Unless there is a priest in the town."

 

[wgreen]

Hargrim shakes his head. Moving among the sleeping orcs, he puts them to death quickly and painlessly, his expression grim.

 

[Phoenix8008]

Nyra

As the Orcs flee the town, Nyra runs one through as it turns to leave. She hears the elf speak to the old man about helping someone, but his voice seems far away for some reason...

"By the Gods!", she moans as she falls to her knees and adds the contents of her stomach to the already befouled dirt road beneath her. Trying to hold her hair back out of the way as she finishes retching, Nyra wipes her mouth and spits before speaking again.

"I'm not going to be running anywhere until my wounds are treated.", she explains as she rises shakingly to her feet. "I knew I should have purchased some healing draughts before leaving home!"

[sblock]Until healed some, Nyra will join Hargrim in finishing off the unconscious Orcs before they reawaken.[/sblock]

 

[Verbatim]

As Balin watched the others begin the grisly task of putting the sleeping orcs to the knife, he took his enchanted glasses off and began absently cleaning them as he thought of their next step.

~The orcs have been temporarily stopped, but they will come again...the villagers have been wounded and will need something to raise their spirits after a battle such as this...my spells are nearly spent and Zyr will need to pray to regain his as well...the dwarven lad fought well, as did the desert girl....a unique style the two have to say the least...~

Calling out to Zyr, Balin hoped his friend would see the logic in his thoughts.

"Father of Song, the wounded need your assistance. There has been much loss already this night, and I know that none wish to see more death before the dawn. In my hands this wand is merely a piece of wood, in yours, it is hope for a tomorrow."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Zyrial

The priest of the Silver Song was torn. His elven heritage and upbringing was screaming for him to kill the Orcs the enemy of his people. The healer that he is told him Balin and the others were right and he was needed here.
"You are right. I must tend to the wounded." He takes his wand and starts to cure the townspeople he can.

"Hargrim, Can you get some of the more ablebodied Townsfolk to start getting the bodies cleared from the town?"
OOC: Zyrial's first concern must be for the townsfolk. He will heal the companions if there are any charges left on his wand after the townsfolk are all at least healthy enough to not die standing up and going home.

 

[Verbatim]

As his friend began healing the wounded townsfolk, Balin placed his hand on the elvish priest's shoulder and squeezed it slightly.

"You did the right thing Zyr, many will remember this night and offer up a thanks to the Silver Song and the one who tended to their wounds."

As the others began to move the orcs, Balin rolled up his sleeves and began examining the bodies. While he had no desire for the coins the brigands carried, the townsfolk could use it and at the moment, that was all that mattered.

 

[wgreen]

Hargrim stares blankly as Zyrial speaks to him, and nods. More shaken by the battle than he would ever admit, the dwarf does what he can to help in the aftermath of the attack.

 

[AmorFati]

You use the next minute or so to kill of the last orcs and heal the injured townsfolk. It appears that most of the orcs consentrated on the people around the Inn. After healing Brin and Niko, bringing them back to conciousness, Brin speaks up. "Please, care for yourself first. If it wasn't for you, we would all be dead now. Thank you. Did you get all the orcs?"

As Hargrim and Nyra puts out the orcs, they notice something rather unwelcome. The orcs are wearing shappy mustard-colored tabards over their armor, emblazoned with the symbol of the Putrid Flesh tribe, a grotesque, rotting head. You don't know who these orcs are, but one thing you know for sure; They are NOT of Rexar's army!


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Charges used: 14

Brin: Healed 4 HP, bringing him up to 4/18 HP
Niko: Healed 4 HP, bringing him up to 2/8 HP
Townsfolk: Healed 4 of them of injuries.
Hargim: Used 3 charges, healed 21 HP, bringing him up to full health.
Nyra: Used 3 charges, healed 15 HP, bringing her up to 26/28 HP.
Zyrial: Used 2 charges, healed 16 HP, bringing him up to full health.

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[Argent Silvermage]

Zyrial

Zyrial sits in the middle of the square once the healings are done playing his harp and singing the praises of the Silver Song. "The strains of the Song are powerful and loving. We have survived this night guided and protected by the hymns of the celestials. Now go to your homes and tend to your wounded. Love your fellow members in this great choir we all sing in. For all we are and all we do the most important thing is not to focus on one or two movements but on the entire song. Keep within you all the harmony and joy that the song provides and soon your sorrow will be washed away."

Zyrial pacticaly collapses from all of the exertion tonight and the healing and spiritual care the town has needed. It has been too long since he was actually needed for spiritual strength, and not just the ommon troubles of the parish he worked in in Balin's city. This is the work he born to do. He had almost forgotten how wonderful it could be.

"Balin we need to get some sleep. There is far more here than the notes we hear. a far stranger tune than we thought was being played." He says and wanders into the Inn.