TWO HUNDRED NINETY NINE
(I/C)
"There are quite a lot of them,” Lannis noted, “perhaps we should thin the uh...hmm. What do you call a bunch if orcs? A 10-31?"
“Then let’s push on through!” Kovid growled, swinging his hammer in a wide arc and then (=Str BX Baby knee tackle hammer smack drive back, Yellow 13) threw himself at the orc in front of him. His mailed shoulder slammed into the greenskin’s thighs (>+4 to hit, +2 BX Baby tackle, Yellow 16), staggering it back. It tried to stop the dwarf who lifted him off the ground and charged forward, tripping and dragging the orc at least 5’ further back (Str check, White 10, under by 2). And once he was done, brought his hammer up in a off-balanced swing (Half damage: 1d8+2 Damage/2, Yellw 7+2=9/2=4 Damage!) finishing the assault. “Now Lannis!”
“SCOOT!” Lyra called out, “OUT OF MY WAY!” The Cleric shoved forward, flail leading the way and Brendon faded back, allowing the Cleric to take his place while the Scout shook the pain out of his hand and swapped to his bow and arrow.
Meanwhile, seeing Lannis and his 2 copies working his spell, Wyn tried to push his way forward, "Offop, swap with me en hug de wall. You cen still see dem from here." He then drew a bead on the orcish leader, Alha. "Hey Miss Piggie! Does it hurt being dat ugly? I feel like I might throw up a bit from starring at ye too long... so I make dis a quick shot.”
“Quiet elf,” she growled back, eyes flashing, working her sword against the Guardian before her, “before I use your pelvis as an ashtray, while you’re still alive to feel it”
“Bah!” he snorted, drawing back the bowstring, “I heard puttin lipstick on a pig might help tings... so you better start praying to yer taint-lickin whoreson god fer all de lipstick in de realm.” (>+5 to hit, Orange 13) The bow hummed as the shaft flew out, cracking against the orc along her shoulder, denting the armor there and making her his in pain (1d6 Damage, Orange 5).
“Agh!” she snarled, “Your mother hits hard and probably has a bigger dick, Treefondler!”
“Yer motha was a hamster, en ye fatha smelt of eldeberries!"
Lannis meanwhile was wrapping up his spell, pink lights dancing around his fingertips, the scent of roses in the air. “And here comes the big finish…ZU!” he called out, and a blast of somnolent energy flew out and struck the far Orc on the right side readying another shot (4d4 hd: 3+4+3+4 = 14 HD!), dropping that one, the next one, and the Next one! The energy also reached out far enough to just caress Alha’s back, but the orcish leader shrugged off the spell while the three archers were neutralized.
“Ah! Magic Users!!” she bitched. “Give me a FUCKING break! I’m going to EAT YOUR FUCKING LIVER YOU PINK ROBED SISSY MAGE PRICK!”
“I think I pissed her off,” Lannis noted, looking over at Abraxas. “Can you help me?”
“Si! Looking for some room!” the Fighter whined, seeing the hall ahead was crowded and there was little chance he could make it in. He gripped his Scythe tightly, shaking the weapon in frustration. "Putas, chupa me Scythe, you tusk'ed Orcasas!"
Not seeing any of the Archers still standing, Brendon shifted his aim to one of the orcs in the front rank that attacked him earlier (>+6 to hit, Red 20 – Critical – Max Damage – 6!), sinking a shaft into the orc’s chest, just nicking his lung and making his gasp in agony. “Tag, you’re it.”
Seeing the sleeping orcs across the chamber, Lyra commanded her Guardians while she plied her flail at the wounded Orc before her. “Attack only the conscious orcs!” Her weapon spun about, slapping about the greenskin (<+3 to hit, White 5), but she was unable to land a telling blow.
“Death comes to those who face us,” the Guardian identified as Chuckles intoned.
“I told you guys to be quiet!” she complained, unable to keep that part of the command in place while in combat.
The one behind her, blocking the doorway, Idiot Too, repeated Chuckles observation, along with the one facing Alha. “Death comes to those who face us.”
“Enough of this!” Abraxas shook his head with anger and both Lannis and Wyn threw themselves against the wall as the Fighter charged down the hall, holding the Scythe at a low angle and in front of him. With the doorway blocked by the Guardian, the two spellcasters were worried the Fighter was going to strike the undead but (=Str check, BX Baby throw the Zombie over the battle line -2, Blue 15) instead hunched low and HIT the Guardian at an oblique angle and SHOVED (>+4 to hit, +2 BX Baby power toss, Blue 20 – Critical!), throwing the undead OVER the next Guardian, skimmed the ceiling, and over the orcs facing them, where it landed with a bounce and a roll, pushing itself back up to its feet and turned back around giving the Fighter a deathlike glare. “NOW there’s room for me!”
Brendon smiled and stepped back half a step. “Please Doc, take my place when you can.”
Asshole struck out at the Orc leader (>+6 to hit, White 12), pummeling her hard as she rocked from the undead’s blows (1d8+2, Purple 5+2 = 7 Damage!). Chuckles struck out the orc next to Alha (<+6 to hit, White 4), but the brute was able to weather the hits and blocked what he could with relative ease. That left Idiot Too, on the other side of the Battle line, lurching forward to tag team the same orc with Chuckles (<+6 to hit, -4 thrown, White 10), also connecting but not doing any serious wounds to the tusked warrior.
(Initiative Party Steel 4, vs Orcs Red/Black 1)
Time now is Day 8, 6:49 AM
(OOC)
Top of Round 2 – party has initiative! Nice. Archers are asleep – cannot coup de grace with an arrow – has to be personal. Just a FYI. Four orcs in the melee and Alha. Alha wounded (not as much as youd expect given the hits she took, but she did ignore the effect of the sleep spell), and 2 of the other 4 orcs wounded. Check the pic for placement. You go!
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