World of Warcraft - Against the Razormanes... Pt. 1

[Evil Ujio]

"YAAH !"

Goblin jumped at the Quillboar Brute, trying to grapple his mace armed hand only to duck beyond th axe swing of the frenzied troll. Seeing Talos is bleeding like ... like pig, he reminded himself that he had these mending potions ! Fast as lighting he jumped at the Naga, his small green hands burying themselves in staggered creature's backpack.

OOC: Yup, bring potion onward and force it to big scaly lizard maw. I think that Groog have enough HP's to ignore the shooting sentry for a round or two.

Talos regains 9 hit points from the potion!

 

[Voadam]

A small part of Snarrek's mind wonders, did Lekah use a bow?

 

[Evil Ujio]

"Let's get you of out here, follow me," he says, cutting a hole in the back of the tent and leading the boy back towards the vicinity of the camp entrance, but avoiding the conflict itself, "When I yell to my colleagues, start running, because that's what the rest of us will be doing."

The boy nods and follows Garrak through the make shift door he just created. Garrak hears a sound behind him; taking a look back he says a trio of figures walking calmly amidst the chaos of movement. Two Razormane warriors flank a black robed figure. The robed figure pauses and looks into the tent, he wears a white mask over his face, but jutting tusks of an orc curl in a look of irritation.

The figure makes a slight gesture and the tent bursts into flames, the boy tugs at Garrak, “We must flee!”

The orc turns away his retinue following… it is obvious he has something greater to deal with then Garrak and his allies…

 

[Festy_Dog]

The tent explodes into flames, and Garrak feels the gravity of his mission upon him. The things occupying this place were far beyond his or any of the others' abilities, and he had been lucky enough thus far to rescue the boy. Had the boar kept him busy for just a little longer, both he and the boy would have been swathed in the flames summoned by the orc. Not a very happy ending.

And so they ran, lured by the sounds of conflict. Garrak prayed that his companions had been able to stay alive, holding their ground wasn't as important when all they needed to do was distract the enemy.

Garrak and the boy circled around to shouting distance behind the conflict, before he raised his hands to his mouth and bellowed to his allies.

"The task is done! Fall back!" he bellowed, before telling the boy, "You're faster than I young one, if you know the way back to town start running. I'll take you if I need to, but I'd like to stay and cover my comrades retreat if not."

 

[Voadam]

Booted feet from the jungle or the village?

 

[Evil Ujio]

Booted feet from the jungle or the village?

Is that a question to me?

 

[Voadam]

Is that a question to me?

yes.

In character questions will be in quotes and bolded for my character.

Should I have posted that in the out of character forum?

 

[Evil Ujio]

yes.

In character questions will be in quotes and bolded for my character.

Should I have posted that in the out of character forum?

Just make OOC comments distinctive by either marking them as such or using a format that is different from a normal post, and yes the footsteps are coming from inside the village towards you... and you are in desolate crimson clay wastes with rocky outcroppings and thick ropy, spiny vines... not jungle

 

[Voadam]

Just make OOC comments distinctive by either marking them as such or using a format that is different from a normal post, and yes the footsteps are coming from inside the village towards you... and you are in desolate crimson clay wastes with rocky outcroppings and thick ropy, spiny vines... not jungle

ooc [Vines therefore = jungle in any case it is not a coincidentally staged raid by others but the village coming to the alarm. Snarrek goes after everybody anyway, so he will probably kill the fiendish quillboar then take a move action to follow the rest of the fleeing party ]

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Hip, hip Horray ! Let's retreat to the main forces and led these fools into a trap ! Someone pick me up ... my legs are too short. Please ?"

Screamed Groog very loudly into the direction of quillboars, before starting to run away.