Dwarf vs. Spider

Not expecting Hernane’s sudden collapse, Miklos was completely unprepared as the creature darted here and there right in front of him. In shock he jumped back, saw Hasan, tried to miss him, and stumbled onto the unyielding floor. “Agh!”

‘Curses!” cried the priest casting his flail and shield aside. He leapt across the melee narrowly avoiding the arrow that sped from Hasan’s bow. He waited a second for Feldard to attract the spiders attention again then grabbed Hernane by the feet and dragged her unceremoniously from the fight into the cavern. He knew without checking that fresh posion had cramped her muscles. “There’s not a lot I can do for you at the moment my dear,” he said and glanced up at Stephan and Feldard desperately evading the creatures envenomed fangs and unnerving dexterity. “I shall return.” He got up and retrieved his weapon and shield.

Miklos picked himself up, rubbing his back. His dignity in taters, not for the first time nor the last, he thought ruefully. This spider was being remarkably resistant! Suddenly there was an ear splitting screech as Feldards mage-wrought battle axe found some weakness in its thick skin. This fight would not last forever and Miklos knew he must be ready to ensnare the orcs. He held aloft his own lightstone to count the group of orcs behind. At least seven prehaps more.

No use taking risks, these orcs might speak common. “Prince Hasan.” Miklos used his elven dialect. “I shall allow two orcs to enter the cavern and engage Feldard and Stephan. I shall cast my enchanted web to the centre and rear of the orc battle group rooting the web across to mouth of the tunnel to capture as many as possible.”

Feldard heard Hernane’s cry, saw her fall and instantly felt that same berserker rage as earlier. He bellowed out an incomprehensible challenge to the 8 legged beast and with an upswing went for the spiders underbelly. He didn’t pause even a second to see if his attack landed true; he pulled his axe again and this time swung for its head; then a downward arc to its leg. Again and again, Feldard battered at the venomous creature that had felled his betrothed. He spared not a moments thought for the orcs which were behind the spider, his red tinged vision was focused on solely one goal. Killing that spider.

Hoping to use the spider to eliminate at least some of the orcs before having to slay the creature, Stephan cried. “My friends when the beast is slain let them come to us!” Hopefully they would see the sense in the poor footing that the corpse of a spider would offer their attackers.

Desperately, Stephan again tried to spread more fire from the oil of the lantern or other torches to drive the spider back to the orcs. “Let it work to our advantage!”, he bellowed. “Make the beast eat orc meat! Drive it back!”

The dwarf of course, wasn’t even listening. He swung his blade into the shroud spider’s hide just as it sunk its bite into the warrior. The dwarf succumbed to the same fate that befell his betrothed, collapsing to the floor.

However, the spider was gravely hurt and let out a tremendous shriek. The orcs were stunned at the sound of their godhead’s pain, and momentarily stopped their cantillations. Seeing an opening, the wounded beast charged through their ranks with blinding speed and skittered out of the chamber.

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  1. Feldard -6hp, paralyzed

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+5xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 18,890/24000
    Miklos: 18,985/20000
    Feldard: 18,980/34000
    Hasan: 18,075/32000
    Stephan: 17,910/32000

  2. miklosdostevar

    DM: I am going to assume the the orcs will attack the party…

    Miklos looked with consternation as the flames flickered around the tunnel mouth. He had to time his spell to perfection. To early and it would burn away before it could form. Too late and the orcs would charge and his spell would be useless.

    The orcs brayed and yelped behind the dieing conflagration. Some looked uncertain but from what Miklos knew of the psycology of goblinoid races they were mostly brazenly direct and the fall of the two dwarves would give them hope of victory considering their numbers.

    Seconds ticked by then the first orc leapt and the second, then a flurry of activity as the party tried to form a defensive wall of shields to contain them.

    From behind Hasan Miklos threw his spell amidst the orc warband. Enchanted strands leapt from Miklos’s outstretched hand coalescing as they flew. The spell struck orcs, the floor, the tunnel wall opposite. It was impossible to aim. But the mage tried. In the final moments of the spell Miklos only just anchored it on the nearside of the tunnel mouth. Orc curses rang about the room.

    He stood back to assess how successful he’d been.

  3. Maruc

    Maruc braced himself as he charged to the defensive line just in time to watch Feldard cramp up. “Halav, is testing us.” he muttered as the cast his weapons back down and grabbed the collapsing dwarf before he hit the floor. “Ohf!” he wheezed as he took the weight. “You need a diet Feldard!”

    The priest shuffled backward as quickly as he could and dumped the dwarf next to Hernane. He didn’t wait. He bounded back to his weapons in time to grab his shield. A wicked orc scimitar bit into it’s edge and glanced off Maruc’s pauldron. Maruc scrabbled for his flail, his fingers curling around its familiar haft as more blows reigned down. He surged to his feet. A bright grin played across his face that mocked the trickle of blood that seeped from beneath his helm.

    “My turn.” he said.

  4. Feldard

    Feldard raged impotently, unable to move from the ground where the spiders venom had dropped him. Worse yet, he couldn’t even see what was happening.

    It filtered through his red haze that the orcs had stopped their chanting; he even heard a few orcish exclaimations – but why? What was going on?

    Mentally, he cussed and fumed, cursed and called on the Gods for aid. He needed to move, needed to help his companions fight these orcs – not lie on the ground helpless like a mole whelp! And what of Hernane – he couldn’t protect her like this. With that thought he fought against his paralysis some more.

    Damned female, this was all her fault. He wouldn’t be lying here unable to move if she hadn’t fled Rockhome. If not for her misplaced notion of marriage for love, he’d be anyplace than here.

    In the few seconds before the orcs pitched battle against remaining companions, Feldard had time to review how he’d come to this predicament. His father had paid a handsome brideprice for the betrothal. And for a short while it seemed a good match – Hernane was quiet back then. But as they spent more time together, she began to speak her mind, and her mind was almost always opposite of what Feldard thought. She spoke of love and romance. What rubbish! A good dwarven husband provided riches for his wife, stood in battle beside her against the raidings of orcs and goblins and satisfied her maternal instincts by getting her with child as needed. Romance was a notion best left to elves!

    Feldard, truth be told, had noticed Hernane growing more and more distant and unhappy as time progressed and the date of their marriage was announced for later that month. He had guessed it to be just pre-marriage jitters and that she’d get over it. But in an attempt to placate her somewhat, he’d offered to get her with child before the actual wedding – to give her a focus for all those overly sentimental emotions she seemed to have. That hadn’t gone so well. She’d called him an insensitive lout and a brutish boar. Instead of placating her, he’d tipped the scale of her tolerance. She fled both him and the Rockhome entirely.

    Further thoughts were cut short as the orcs made their move…

    (LMAO at that flashback)(Hernane – tweak details as you like)

  5. Feldard

    (doh will need to adjust my post to account for Marucs actions..)

    Feldard raged impotently, unable to move from the ground where the cleric had dumped him. Worse yet, he couldn’t even see what was happening. All he could see was the back of Hernane’s head and the cavern wall beyond.

    It filtered through his red haze that the orcs had stopped their chanting; he even heard a few orcish exclaimations – but why? What was going on?

    Mentally, he cussed and fumed, cursed and called on the Gods for aid. He needed to move, needed to help his companions fight these orcs – not lie on the ground helpless like a mole whelp! And what of Hernane? He couldn’t protect her like this. With that thought he fought against his paralysis some more.

    Damned female! This was all her fault. He wouldn’t be lying here unable to move if she hadn’t fled Rockhome. If not for her misplaced notion of marriage for love, he’d be anyplace than here.

    In the few seconds before the orcs pitched battle against his remaining companions, Feldard had time to review how he’d come to this predicament.

    His father had paid a handsome brideprice for the betrothal. And for a short while it seemed a good match – Hernane was quiet back then. But as they spent more time together, she began to speak her mind, and her mind was almost always opposite of what Feldard thought. She spoke of love and romance. What rubbish! A good dwarven husband provided riches for his wife, stood in battle beside her against the raidings of orcs and goblins and satisfied her maternal instincts by getting her with child as needed. Romance was a notion best left to elves!

    Feldard, truth be told, had noticed Hernane growing more and more distant and unhappy as time progressed and the date of their marriage was announced for later that month. He had guessed it to be just pre-marriage jitters and that she’d get over it. But in an attempt to placate her somewhat, he’d offered to get her with child before the actual wedding – to give her a focus for all those overly sentimental emotions she seemed to have. That hadn’t gone so well. She’d called him an insensitive lout and a brutish boar. Instead of placating her, he’d tipped the scale of her tolerance. She fled both him and the Rockhome entirely.

    Further thoughts were cut short as the orcs made their move…

    (Hernane – tweak details as you like)

  6. Stephan

    The prey was on the run! The predator in Stephan took control and he lunged after only to come within striking range of the startled orcs. Catching one still reeling from the flight of the spider, his sword sought a killing impalement.
    [insert DM results]
    To his left, the Sukiskyn body-slammed with his shield a beefy, black-web-tattooed orc. The oils of the slimy green skin exuded a pungent smell quelled only by the more piquant, sickly breath of the orc who bellowed inches from his face.
    Bringing his sword around, the fighter side-stepped throwing the orc off balance….but idling into the spiked mace of another!

  7. Stephan

    [sorry….I’m rushed. I meant for Stephan to accidentally step into an orc’s mace. See augmented post below]

    …but the side-step, while executed with the skill of a nimble mountain goat negotiating the crags of Mt’a Ihkhara, took the fighter directly into the path of another orc’s spiked mace!
    [insert DM result]

  8. Hasan

    The dwarf’s fall and the spider’s flight spurred Hasan out of his calm. But neither was more shocking than to see fresh webs streak out of the dark ether, until the elf remembered the mage’s warning. He waited to see the result of these efforts, and those of human’s savage assault. Hasan admired the industry of Maruc, who was wading into the combat with what appeared to be more glee than the elf expected from the religous man. As he watched and waited, the elf casually unleashed another arrow into the scrum. He looked back at Miklos, whose own efforts had wound up. The two, spellcasters and combatants from distance, shared a wry smile. And then they returned to their watching.

  9. Hernane

    Hernane, could sense being moved, by whom she did not know and panic gripped her. Eaten alive by the beast – she could not stand it, and prayed for deliverance.

    Oh how she missed home, how she missed her one true love. She fleetingly thought that if she survived this, she would have to be honest with herself and with Feldard. As much as she admired Feldard for his traditional values, his strength and pride, she never loved him. It was unfair that she had placed him in this danger. She decided then and there that if she lived she would be honest with everyone and take the consequences of her past actions. Feldard deserved to know that she would not marry him; that she was in love with his Feldards younger brother (Feldard to insert name here) and that on her return to Rockhome that she would seek to marry him.

    She knew the terrible anger that this decision would produce, however she could no longer live this lie and could now see that her actions of absconding from Rockhome had not helped the situation but only made it worse.

    The sounds of battle bought her back to reality, again she prayed for victory just to make this whole nightmare go away.

  10. Matt

    I think I’m going to cry….

  11. dirk

    Yes-good stuff

  12. Hernane

    I know just like ‘Days of our Lives’.

  13. Feldard

    (LOL. He has a younger brother? I love it!)

  14. Matt

    Feldard’s evil twin….

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