FIVE HUNDRED TWENTY
(I/C)
Looking around the room, Kovid pointed to the two ghouls and then the last 2 orcs still standing, "Mitch and Vincent, go for those orcs." He spun his hammer as he marched confidently across the chamber, eyes fixated on the Held Grimtooth.
As the ghouls ran to the two orcs, Abraxas flanked one of them, weapon swinging as the Fighter kept the warrior from trying to get to a better position, Scythe arcing in again and again.
Wyn went up to one of the sleeping orc, looking his sword over, and asked. “Mes amis, remeber when we killed that werewolf? And took out that ogre in under a minute? And destroy all doze guardians?” He bent low and ran the blade over the orc’s throat, waking it up long enough to watch it gurgle plaintively before dying at his feet. “We sure have been in here a while, huh?” (killed!)
Striding carefully across the room, battered spear in his hand, Brendon followed Lyra who was joining Kovid in his attack on the ensorcelled orcish ranger. “Under a minute is about right. I think that was because it was more of foe than this guy.” He indicated Grimtooth with a gentle flourish of the weapon.
The room filled with sleeping, held, dead, and only 2 more active orcs against them, Lannis had a dart in his hand as he crept up to the last sleeping orc and commented, "Man, it really sucks when you can't fight back, that's just the worst!” He lined it up with the warriors neck and cut it deep, hand over its eyes so he didn’t have to look at it. “This could have been so much more awful!" (killed!)
Vincent hit the further orc (Ghoul attack @ +2, >15, >16, <10), cutting and slashing and ripping into it (1d3 Damage: Yellow 1:1 Damage!...1d3 Damage: Red 5:3 Damage! <Save vs Paralyze, Black 10), the orc growling at the hits, trying to block where it could, but it twisted too far and froze in that position as the foul ghoul’s touch stiffened its limbs.
Mitch meanwhile was on the otherside of the orc that Abraxas was arranged against (Ghoul attack @ +2, <9, <5, =13). It was desperate, trying to face the two party members and doing what it could, but an errant bite from the ghoul did land (1d3 Damage: Pink 3:2 Damage! =Save vs Paralyze, White 13), ripping off a chunk of skin and muscle.
Abraxas was singing merrily as he swung, almost giddy as his Scythe left silvery slashes through the air. "Mueres, Mueres, Mueres Orca! No dices una palabra..." (>+8 to hit, Blue 15). Already burned earlier, and now bleeding from the ghoul’s attack on its arm, it was in poor shape to face the Fighter’s blows (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 5+4=9 Damage and killed!!)
Kovid was in position to proceed to beat the hell out of the orcish leader first, his hammer cracking out (=+6 to hit AC10, Yellow 4) and smashing hard again and again (1d8+3 Damage, Yellow 2+3=5 Damage!). Lyra was right with him, also hitting, her Lolthian Flail making a ring with each hit (>+4 to hit AC10, White 16), cracking bone and splitting flesh (1d6+2 Damage, White 4+2=6 Damage!). Brendon was to the side and he was watching Grimtooth’s eyes, the orc grunting and breathing hard with each hit that landed. “I think you may have misplaced this.” He showed his the spear before thrusting it into the orc’s chest (>+3 to hit AC10, Red 17), pulling it free with a wet ripping sound (1d6 Damage, Red 2).
Meanwhile the lights coming from the Sanctuary were getting lower and lower and someone (the other Mongrelman?) was extinguishing what sources were in there.
(New round – no roll needed. 1 paralyzed orc, and Grimtooth Held with 14 hp left – continuing to clean up
The ghouls ripped into the last orc with glee and then proceeded to gorge on the porcine flesh, shoving bleeding handfuls into their gullet and chewing with gusto. Still hitting the orcish leader, Lyra spared them a glance and then leaned to Kovid and whispered, “We need to get rid of these ghouls soon! Might want to lock them in a room we never need to enter again.”
“I hear you, Lass!” Kovid swung again (>+6 to hit AC10, Yellow 8…1d8+3 Damage, Yellow 8+3=11 Damage!), the Theystran hammer cracking the orc’s breastplate and splintering a few of the rib in Grimtooth’s chest. The orc sobbed as best it could, eyes wild with fright.
Showing it the spear tip, Brendon taunted the orcish ranger on last time. “I want you to go with one final thought. Lannis doesn’t suck…your kind does.”
Lyra then hit (>+4 to hit, White 10…1d6+2 Damage, White 3+2=5 Damage and killed!!) and her flail drove the busted rib bones into its heart and lungs, slaying it finally and ending the reign of Grimtooth. Looking beyond the now dead orc leader, Brendon gave it a hard shove with his spear and it fell over. The hall beyond and the Sanctuary were dark at his point, no lights were coming from there. “One foe left,” he commented, looking around. “I assume we’re going to try and clean up?”
Time now is Day 11, 4:47 PM
(OOC)
Control Undead – 5 mins.
Continual Heal – 4 more instances on the “3’s”.
There might have been a dinging sound faintly starting to chime, but we won’t know just yet, Brendon. Ok! 1 Mongrelman left, in the Sanctuary. And 2 Ghouls, 1 lightly wounded. What’s the play?
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