PBEM - Episode 301. Orcs, wolves, and fire.

THREE HUNDRED ONE

(I/C)

Brendon sidled a bit more to the right, calling to Abraxas, “Hold on, Doc. Let me see if I can free you up.” He took aim at the wounded orc, sizing up the werewolf before shooting. “Are you a wolf trapped in a fucking ugly pig’s body or a troglodyte?” Alha screamed at the Scout, scraping the floor with her claws. “I guess we’ll find out when we examine your carcass in a few minutes.” He fired (=+6 to hit, Red 8), the shaft winging the orc in the head (1d6 Damage, Red 1), making it reel but the shaft was deflected by the slope of his forehead.

Meanwhile, giving the door to the hall a worried glance, Wyn leaned towards Lannis while readying another arrow and shrugged. “I’d throw more insults at her, but I don tink she understands common. Just wastin’ my breath really.” He gave the one that Brendon had just shot, his attention. “I guess I’ll just kill ‘er flunkies.” He pulled back and let another fly (<+5 to hit, Orange 7), the arrow skimming just over the orc’s shoulder and cracking on the back wall. “Prick.”

Kovid pivoted to the same orc that was blocking Abraxas, hammer whirling. "Well I think she smelled worse as an orc, so that's an improvement!" The werewolf howled in frustration, eyes going wide at the dwarf took a two handed grip on his weapon and WHAMMED it down (>+5 to hit, Yellow 15) on the wounded brute (1d8+2 damage: Yellow 4 – 6 Damage and killed!!), caving his chest in and slamming him to the castle’s stones.

 "Don't be mean Kovid,” Lannis said, readying his rod for another attack. “She has a condition, it's not nice. Shame we have to kill her, we didn't even try diplomacy"

“Gracias!” the Fighter tossed off, able to turn and give all his attention and fury at the snarling Alha. “¡Muere, puta! Comes silver'ed Scythe of la día, Morrigaan." His first series of blows came in low and fast, cutting her off at the legs and making her leap about to keep her footing. The enchanted weapon left half a dozen deep bloody scores in her flesh (>+6 to hit, Blue 16), making the lycanthrope moan in agony (1d8+3, Blue 3 – 6 Damage!). As she was trying to regroup and tear her claws into Abraxas, the Fighter launched another series of sweeping attacks (>+6 to hit, Blue 17), spraying blood in all directions as his Scythe hacked deep and often (1d8+3 Damage, Blue 5 – 8 Damage!).

“Oh dear,” Lyra said mockingly, flail already spinning overhead, “you killed their brother and my favorite personal zombie.” She attacked, her weapon rattling as she smashed it against Alha’s flank (<+3 to hit, White 3), but unable to connect with seeming force. Frustrated, Lyra ordered the 2 Guardians remaining, “Keep avenging your Asshole brother!” She tossed back to Lannis, “And Diplomacy? Ha!” she laughed, “Please don’t tell me one of you would consider fucking a DOG. Disgusting.”

“Technically, that’s a werewolf,” Lannis shouted back. “And not all diplomacy involves sex.”

“Only the best kind, Senor,” Abraxas replied, ducking a vicious slash from the werewolf.

“Gotcha,” Lannis squeezed the handle of the Rod and the counter or runes slipped down to 8 (# of Bolts: 1d3+1: Pink 1 + 1 = 2 bolts. >+6 to hit, Pink 16…>+6 to hit, Pink 19). But the Rod fired off twice, one enchanted bolt tearing into the werewolf’s guts (1d6 Damage, Pink 5 and killed!), the second blossoming in her chest (1d6 Damage, Pink 2 – she’s still dead!), pitching her over very dead.

Lastly but finally able to lend their efforts to the fight, Chuckles the Guardian (<+7 to hit, White 6) turned his attack on the last standing orc, the greenskin dodging and weaving as best he could to avoid serious damage. But he forgot about Idiot Too (>+7 to hit, White 15), who struck him with a series of bone snapping hits (1d8+3 Damage: Red/Black 6+3 – 9 Damage!), making the orc squeal in agony and (Morale check: 6+3 = Failed) drop his weapon, hoping to run back to the safety of the orc’s chamber.

But still in the short hall, Lannis and his 2 duplicates turned back around to hear the multitude of approaching wolves (D4 wolves: Blue 4) coming closer and closer, howling and panting with need. “Doggos coming, less than a minute!”

Time now is Day 8, 6:51 AM

(OOC)

11 Minutes Mirror Image, 59 Minutes Control Undead. Wolves will be at the door in 1 minute. 1 orc left, looking to run back to the room and hide. 3 sleeping orcs. You don’t know if the wolves are attracting others or not or even if they are coming by themselves or not. 1 minute to plan and prepare and resolve. What’s the plan?