PBEM - Episode 302. Orcs, wolves, and fire.

Plan B. Fire. Gets used all too often and for most any reason they can come up with.

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THREE HUNDRED TWO

(I/C)

“Someone silver dagger and stab that orc,” Brendon pointed at Alha, the werewolf already reverting back to her normal orcish form in her death. “Disguise the wounds, make sure she’s dead.” He quickly started scanning the bodies for anything of value.

The last orc turned and ran for the bedroom, squealing as he charged away. “Not today!” Lyra called out, stepping forward and swinging her flail at full extension (>+3 to hit, White 20 – Critical – Max Damage 7 and killed!), smashing the back of the orc’s skull in and pitching it to the ground. She gave it a kick and then turned to the two Guardian. “Pick up a weapon from the ground, and start to use them when I tell you to attack.”

Abraxas lunged for Alha’s two dropped swords, the Fighter noting the superior crafting of the weapons even though they were well worn. “Not these, Senorita.”

“No problem,” she said, nudging one short sword with her foot and pointing to a dropped axe with her free hand.

Kovid had turned to the back wall and was dragging sleeping orcs away from the wall while Wyn shut the door to the room just as a four count of wolves hit the outer door and started scratching, banging, and howling there. “Dey are here, peoples. Let’s do dis room an’ go.” He jogged up to Alha, silver dagger stabbing and cutting as Brendon stripped her of whatever she had on her, loading his bag. As he was stabbing the orc, trying to disguise her wounds, he said with a smile, “Well, DAT be done! Dwarffriend, you be done over dere?”

“Doing what I can to make it snappy,” he said, dropping one of the greenskins but not before slicing its throat and holding it down as it woke up briefly, struggled, and then died.

“I have a plan,” Lannis called out, running to the orcs’ barracks. “Let me know when you’re about ready with that door!”

“Will do,” Abraxas went to the wall with Kovid, grabbing a second orc and also dragging the archer away. Once in place, he too sliced its throat and held it in place as it spasmed and died. And still the wolves were frenzying trying to bash down the door, howling and barking with madness. From somewhere in the Castle we could hear a voice cry out, “Alha! Shut those fucking wolves up!”

Abraxas glanced at the door, “Rapido amigos. Los Lobos are coming."

Inside the orc’s barracks, Lannis was going to toss some oil on the lower bed but he spied the oil lamp already in here so he picked it up, lit and all, and hurled it at the lower straw bunk bed, setting it ablaze. As it began to smoke and burn, he made sure the blanket was lit and then dragged it to the other bunk bed and made sure that bed ignited too. Satisfied with himself, he bent down and grabbed the chest that was in here, grunting from its weight and the shifting sounds inside, and staggered his way out of the room as the smoke and fire started to  spread. “Some help?”

Abraxas dropped the last archer away from the wall and Brendnon quickly scooped up their arrows. “I’ve got it,” the Fighter said, helping the Magic User with the chest.

Wyn handed Kovid his axe and the dwarf nodded as the elf worked his magic and pushed at the secret door. “BRAS!” he intoned, and there was a definite click heard as Kovid worked the towel and axe into the floor space in order to open the portal from this side. And STILL the wolves were beating and bashing at the door (WMC: 3 of them: 4, 6, and 5 – NO one else but the wolves at this time!), the portal holding but we could hear cracks and splintering as the maddened animals tried to beat it down. “Someone shut those fucking wolves up!” came another cry in the distance.

Brendon managed to find a comb of gold, a potion of healing, and a vial of red ink, half filled as Kovid (<Str check -4, Blue 7) managed to get the secret door open. “Got it!” the dwarf said flushed with success. “Let’s go! In!” The party filed in behind the dwarf making room carefully until Abraxas was the last one through and he pulled the secret door closed until it latched at the bottom. Once the group was safe and the sound of the wolves had faded behind multiple doors and the secret wall, they proceeded to let out a shaky breath and take stock of their situation.

Time now is Day 8, 6:54 AM

(OOC)

8 Minute Mirror Image, 56 Control Undead.

XP: Explore – Orc Barracks – 45 each (not much to see or do, but you grabbed the chest and set it on fire)

Monster: 7 Orc Warrirors @ 50 each, divided.

Alha, Orcish Werewolf Leader @ 600 xp divided

(Won’t do any treasure XP until next update after you look through the stuff you got)

Wyn Add 158 xp

Lyra Add 173 xp

Abraxas Add 178 xp

Brendon Add 183 xp

Lannis Add 224 xp

Kovid Add 234 xp

We have: 1 potion healing, Gold comb, 2 Alha swords, 27 arrows, the orc’s chest from their room, and a half vial of red ink. We are in the hall between the Throne Room and the Summoning Room, the wolves are making a shit ton of noise and every 2 minutes will check to see if anyone comes to visit or they calm down and disperse (whichever comes first). Although the smoke and fire should also draw someone to see what’s going on.

Lyra the Guardians each have a weapon now as well – increasing their potential damage (was d8+3, now is 2d6+3)