Breathing hard, Saeth wiped away the steady stream of blood that trailed down her jerkin, and scanned the inside of the tentlike curtains. Seeing nothing of note, she softly whispered words of the ancient elven tongue as she moved to a place she could keep an eye on the second, unbarred doorway. Magical forces enhanced her natural defenses as she finished mouthing the words to her spell.
With only one Orc remaining, Nicolai maneuved underneath the opposite curtain, seeking once again to position himself get behind an Orc opponent.
Though the Orc had proven himself a formidable opponent, actually able to wound the dwarf slightly, the young rogue’s help was not necessary. Feldard continued to swing and hack at his hated enemy. It was creatures like this one that continually tried raiding and looting the dwarven caverns and halls back home. It was time to exact some recompense. It was only a short matter of time before Feldard’s superior skill outmatched his clumsy, desperate foe. The Orc was cut down by a massive axe-thrust as Nicolai snuck into the curtained area.
Hearing the sound of the last unfortunate defender meet its fate, Miklos felt he could take stock of the room. Logically, the barred door would be the main entrance to the tower and this therefore would be the official entrance hall. Albeit converted into a makeshift Orc barracks, he thanked the gods that they had discovered the secret entrance. Forcing an entrance through those doors would take some doing. The way on was the doorway in front. It was likely to be barred from the other side. He guessed that it was Denetiata that spoke orcish, so he was well aware that his tower was being assaulted. It was a pity that Feldard’s thrown axe had missed. It could saved alot of trouble.
Maruc seeing his dwarven friend hard pressed he launched himself across the room at the beliguered orc. He took stock of his warring companions; Seath had taken a a rather unpleasant looking wound and Feldard had been nicked, but not badly. Seath would require the blessing of Halav before venturing further.
Saeth was couching her wound a little and her paling complexion belied the loss of blood as Maruc approached her placed his gear down and tended to her.
“Lets have a look at that, Saeth. One moment.” Maruc again drew the power of Halav and formed a healing aura to close the wound.
As Maruc finished she looked up with an alramed expression.
“What is it?” he said.
“Shh!” she silenced him. “Ironshod footsteps from below.”
The sound was that of approaching orcs. Though they had expected to be attacked through the unexplored doorway, surprisingly, the sound came not from there, but from the stairwell through which they had chased the orc.
And this time, the clanking sound of metal as they approached indicated these Orcs were armored.