Yes, it's a werewolf. And she is a tough fight. But then again, the group have proven themselves to be pretty damned tough and resilient.
Follows:
THREE HUNDRED
(I/C)
Taking another bead on the orcish leader, Wyn taunted, “You orc cows always be moo-in' orders. Putain like ye gotta learn ye place. Better out in de fields, I'd say.”
“Step up to my blade,” Alha snarled, neck swelling up as she swung her sword, “and say those words, Baby-Killer. Assuming you can pull your skirt up!”
The elf fired (<+5 to hit, Orange 1 – Fumble! Heartswood bow reroll..<+5 to hit, Orange 1 – Fumble! (again!!) Elven 1/day Sureshot reroll..<+5 to hit, Red/Blue 5), the arrow seeming to wobble in the air, twisting as it flew and missing the orc by at least half a foot. “Oh,” he barked with surprise, “I didn't tink a fat old piece o breedin stock could move dat fast ye bludcunted merde stain!”
"I had no idea Master Wyn could be so vulgar,” Lannis quipped, drawing his Ishtari Rod out. “Does he know there's a lady present?"
"Switch with me Brencheck!” Abraxas exclaimed, “Shoot las caras de cerdas con tu arrows. Make pincushions del hides. Make them squeal!" Brendon loaded up another arrow, sidling to the right and allowing Abraxas to hit the front line, the Fighter already working his Scythe against the undamaged orc on Kovid’s flank, the dwarf landing hammer blows like rain on the one he had driven back earlier.
The Scout frowned, glancing back through the doorframe, “Did you two switch personalities?” Scanning the foes ahead of him, he too drew on Alha and fired (>+6 to hit, Red 10), drilling a deep wound that stuck out of her leg armor (1d6 Damage: Red 5).
“This takes me to single digits,” Lannis noted, but him and his two copies all leaned to the right and raised the Rod up, firing it at Alha. (1d3+1 Bolts: Pink 4: 2+1 – 3. >+6 to hit, Pink 20 – Critical Max damage 6!..<White 3..<Pink 2). Three bolts ripped free, one of them striking her in her weapon arm just over her elbow, making her howl in agony, the other two got deflected by her armor. “You miserable WEASEL! I’m going to choke you with your hat!”
“Yer gonna have ta move dat flabby ass of yers, ye pigskinned cow!” Wyn crowed, “Or ye just gonna sit there en help ye useless underlings look for dere food stamps?”
Kovid meanwhile was powering into the wounded orc, hammer spinning in a dizzying display of skill. “I’ll guess I’ll have to redraw your bitch of a leader,” he laughed, lining the orc up for a headshot (>+5 to hit, Yellow 18), whacking the tusked warrior in the jaw (1d8+2 Damage, Blue 4 – 6 Damage and killed!!), shattering it and smashing his head into the stonework, blood spraying everywhere.
“Dilgol!” Alha howled, her eyes rolling yellow as she was barely keeping her fury in check. “I’ll eat your gizzard for that, Digger!”
“Whoa! Racist!” Lyra complained. She gave her Guardians the side eye, frowning at them. “Hey you useless rotting assholes. Do BETTER.” She in turn concentrated her effort on the wounded orc at the front line, with Chuckles and Idiot Too also beating at the overwhelmed brute (>+3 to hit, White 12). Her Lolthian Flail spun wildly cracking against the orc’s chestplate, blowing loose scales and rings off its surface (1d6+1+1-1 Damage, White 2, 3 Damage!)
Meanwhile Abraxas was holding his own with one of the few unwounded orcs, his Scythe spinning and arcing around in a dance of death. He struck and sliced (>+6 to hit, Blue 9), making the orc moan and wail as he faced the superior warrior (1d8+3 Damage, Blue 4 – 7 Damage!), coming pretty bad off during the exchange of blows.
“May Gruumash take you all!” Alha roared out, the orc shaking and quivering, steam rising off her form. Her forearms bulged. Her legs flexed. There was a ripping sound coming from her spine as she seemed to swell and grow, gaining mass and size visibly.
“Um…what the actual fuck?” Lannis asked.
Brendon (good guess during Discord, +25 xp) looked at his arrows and shook his head. “I’ve seen this before.” Alha tilted her head back and roared, teeth bursting, jaw lengthening. Fur rippled down her back as her center of gravity shifted. Muscles tore, knit, and tore again. “There ISN’T a wolf. SHE’S the wolf.”
“Aye, she’s a bitch!” Wyn agreed.
“No! Get your silver weapons ready me boyoos because she’s a Poseidon Damned Werewolf!!”
Agony was etched in Alha’s expression as she exploded into her hybrid form, half orc, half wolf. She stood almost 8’ tall and had to weigh close to 650 lbs. She dropped her swords and bared her jaw and claws, all of them gleaming in the lantern light. The damage she had taken seemed less (heal half from the change – 11 hp) and she tilted her head back and HOWLED (Summon wolves. 1d4 Rounds. Blue 2 – 2 rounds), her echoes running through the stones, the walls, and the air, making the party quail from its passing.
And then Alha the werewolf tore into the Guardian known as Asshole (>+7 to hit, Black 11). Her claws ripped bloody trails of flesh from the undead’s chest. The zombie shuddered, feeling the damage from the lycanthrope’s assault, capped by her leaning down and biting the Guardian at the juncture of the neck and shoulder, ripping a cavernous chunk from the zombie’s body and letting it fly (2d4+3 Damage, 2+4=6+3 = 9 Damage). The Guardian went from whole to more than half dead in a short explosion of violent attack.
Bolstered by Alha’s appearance, the remaining orcs redoubled their efforts. The one facing Abraxas hacked and chopped with his axe (<+2 to hit, White 11) whacking the Fighter in the armor but not getting through to do serious damage. The wounded one fighting Lyra (>+2 to hit, Green 17), managed to get a lucky blow in (1d6 Damage: Red/Black 1, Take 1 Damage) but most of it glanced off her shield at best. This left the last standing orc to try his efforts against the Cleric (<+2 to hit, Green 3) but fared little better for the attempt.
Moving slow and attacking last, the three Guardians finally managed to make their assault. Asshole, leaking broken chunks of rotted flesh and dark brown blood oozing slowly from the terrible wound, bashed the werewolf hard (=+6 to hit, White 9), necrotic flesh pummeling the lycanthrope and making her stagger from the assault (1d8+2 Damage: Blue 3+2 = 5 Damage!). Alha roared in pain and locked arms with the Guardian, the two of them ripping and punching at one another.
Chuckles struck the wounded orc at Alha’s side (<+6 to hit, Black 2) but it rolled with the attack and fended most of the blows aside. But Idiot Too was at his rear and the Guardian hit hard (>+6 to hit, Red/Black 13), breaking the orc’s arm and them following up with a pair of shots to the brute’s chest (1d8+2 Damage, Red/Black 4+2 = 6 Damage and killed!), putting it down finally.
And on seeing another of her orc’s drop, Alha screamed in righteous anger.
“I can't believe they let ye out of ye pen,” Wyn yelled at her, giving her the finger as well. “Ye dirty merde munchin cow. Figured sometin as awful smellin as ye might have been put down in ye first summer!”
“Are you fucking crazy?” Lannis asked. “She’s a werewolf!”
“Aye. But she’s an orc too. So dat makes her less den nothin!” he spat.
(Initiative, Party Steel 2, Orcs Red/Black 4)
From somewhere in the Castle, Wyn could hear the howling cry of a wolf. And then a few moments later, the cry repeated, but sounding closer. “Merde!”
The lone orc still facing Lyra, unwounded and whole (no morale check while Alha is around) bashed at the Cleric with his cleaver (<+2 to hit, Steel 5), raising sparks and scratches, but couldn’t get a telling blow. The other greenskin pretty hurt, redoubled his efforts on Abraxas (>+2 to hit, Teal 18), getting a few lucky strikes in (1d6 Damage: Pink 2 – Take 2 Damage – Did not Damage Deflection as it would only save 1 hp but give you a -4 on your next to hit, figured you want all the advantage you can against Alha) that made the fighter wince but was far from enough to take him out of the fight.
A few of the more terrible wounds on the werewolf appeared to be less hurtful than they were earlier (regenerates 2 hp/round). Alha and the Guardian were locked together in a titanic struggle, the werewolf lifting her free foot and ripping down, flaying skin from the undead’s thigh and then followed up with a lift and twist, shaking as she pulled and shook and bit and savaged the zombie (>+7 to hit, Yellow 16). Asshole quaked and moaned, intoning, “Take one of us down, the remaining only grow stronger!” moments before the werewolf busted something deep inside the Guardian (2d4+3 Damage: 3+2=5+3=8 Damage and killed!) and she hurled the broken form to the floor with a triumphant cry.
The last two Guardians both shuddered and grew more sure and confident looking, a dark radiance running over both of them (Each now +3 to hit and damage, still attack last, can use weapons and tactics). They turned to face Alha, glancing down at the broken Guardian and said, “Take one of us down, the remaining only grow stronger.”
Time now is Day 8, 6:50 AM
(OOC)
Good hunching guess, Brendon. Two orcs left, Abraxas’ orc is pretty beat up, Lyra’s is undamaged. Whatever wolf(s?) Alha summoned with her change will be here next round. She needs silver to hit her (doesn’t have to be magic), and appears to be about half damaged. You have 2 Guardians left: Chuckles with 3 pts of damage, and Idiot Too with only 2 hps left. Bottom of the round – you guys go.
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