Overcoming Orcs

The clang of metal on metal called to Feldard and he was driven in his effort to move—even in the slightest. Bah! But there seemed not even a twitch. Damned spider! Of all the ways to go down.. by a damned spider bite!

Hernane too struggled as best she could against the paralysis. Her mental anguish cried out “If only Grofnar was here! He could strike these orcs down in one mighty swing of his axe and the beast would have fallen long ago against his prowess”.

“In your own time Hasan!” Maruc grinned wildly at the three brute warriors in front of him. He ducked as a blade stung his cheek, and another rang against his shield. The wall to his back offered no retreat ,and he wondered at his actions. Foetid breath and orc spittal assaulted him. His impulsiveness would get him killed. He jabbed an orc with the pummel of his flail, the shock made the orc step back a fraction then Maruc just about managed to get enough room to swing it properly. The orc glazed at the impact and the priest booted the orc in front of him, this one had lost concentration as it joked at his fallen comrade. Not so, the last of the trio who dug beneath Maruc’s guard and violently dented the plates in the side of his armour. Damn that’ll take some beating out though Maruc.

He was starting to feel light headed. It wasn’t a good sign.

With few options left Miklos grabbed his staff. One of the orcs flew backward clutching at his nose. The mage took the opportunity to brain him. In his minds eye the staff all but took the orc’s head off with a sickening thud.

Reality told a somewhat different tale. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed.

Hasan stepped away from the onrushing orcs easily enough, although it it was harder to avoid the garish flight of Miklos’s staff, which featured two twirls for every whirling strike. But the elf stood near the mage—not quite side by side, by near enough—equally animated in defense of the two striken dwarf’s that lay just beyond.

The situation was not at all pleasant. In fact, with his back to the wall and warm streams of blood down both his cheek and side, Stephan was beginning to have that sinking feeling he imagined soldiers had just before death.

The whirling staff of Miklos yanked him from the precipice of despair. He noted the dazzling spins and jabs and thought to suggest the mage perform such in a theatre. But the staff served as more than entertainment. The distraction pulled the attention of the orc facing him away and held it long enough for the fighter to see the opening. He struck with a gutteral call to Halav that reverberated in the cavern. The orc in turn issued a piercing scream that seemed out of place for a brute that size. It fell in the cave muck and was soon trampled by the orc on Stephan’s right.

The clangs and screams set up a deafening resonance. Perhaps it was that, coupled with the warm slick blood coarsing his cheek that somehow focused his battle venom. He found in those moments a narrowing of purpose—an almost insane concentration of will—that shut out all sensory input but a pulsating cave drip that set a perfect pace of melee.

Drip. The shield went up.

Drip. Around came the blade.

Drip. Step to the left.

Drip. Knee to the side.

Drip. Sword down for the kill.

And so he continued in the fight hearing only an all powerful drip that seemed to echo through the cave. When at last the game was up, poor Stephan was flooded with sights, sounds and feelings that overcame his constitution. The fighter slumped against the cave wall.

The orcs had fought fiercely to the last. Unusual for creatures such as these, but they had been motivated by zealotry. In the end, superior armor and weaponry had proved too much for them.

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8 responses to “Overcoming Orcs

  1. Stephan -1hp
    Hasan -6hp

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp+20xp combat
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp+20xp combat
    Feldard: 10xp+5xp+20xp combat
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp+20xp combat
    Stephan: 10xp+5xp+10xp+20xp combat

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 18,950/24000
    Miklos: 19,055/20000
    Feldard: 19,035/34000
    Hasan: 18,135/32000
    Stephan: 17,975/32000

  2. Hasan

    Hasan withdrew his blade from an orc that fell near Stephen. Despite a terrible wound to his own shoulder, he had managed to fight his way forward to the embattled humans, stemming the orcs progress toward the great hall of their master and the defenseless dwarfs. But the adrenaline now failed the elf. He collapsed, exhausted himself, clutching his right arm tightly to his chest.

    Maruc’s battle lust barely sated, he greeted the elf with a resounding clap of the arm. “Well done, good man,” he congratulated Hasan, who staggered at the blow to his shoulder.

    “Zounds, Maruc,” gritted the elf, as he collapsed to the floor, his shoulder blaring with pain. The elf slammed the floor in futility with his left fist, unable to move his sword arm comfortably. “That spider,” Hasan muttered, “someone must watch the spider. We cannot face attack again.”

  3. Feldard

    Feldard strained throughout the battle to hear what was going on. How were his companions faring? He thought he could make out the clerics voice for a time. Time seemed to crawl. Then the sounds of battle ended. It was over for now. Ah.. there was the clerics voice congratulating someone. Relief flooded the dwarf. Now perhaps something could be done for Hernane and himself in regards to this paralysis.

  4. miklosdostevar

    I have incorporated Hasans post…as follows
    Maruc took a deep breath and pushed himself out of the rocky corner. Turned and idly traced the four inch groove in the wall that told of the last hate driven orc-stoke. Maruc grinned and thanked Halav for seeing them through. He stepped over the corpse toward the elf that had pretty much saved his life.

    Hasan withdrew his blade from an orc that fell near Stephen. Despite a terrible wound to his own shoulder, he had managed to fight his way forward to the embattled humans, stemming the orcs progress toward the great hall of their master and the defenseless dwarfs. But the adrenaline now failed the elf. He collapsed, exhausted himself, clutching his right arm tightly to his chest.

    Maruc greeted the elf with a resounding clap of the arm. “Well done, my good elf,” he congratulated Hasan, who staggered at the blow to his shoulder.

    “Zounds, Maruc,” gritted the elf, as he collapsed to the floor, his shoulder blaring with pain. The elf slammed the floor in futility with his left fist, unable to move his sword arm comfortably.

    “Sorry old boy, we’ll soon have that fixed.” the priest chuckled.

    “That spider,” Hasan muttered, “someone must watch the spider. We cannot face attack again.”

    “Prudence, ever the mark of a creature of longevity.” said Maruc. “I quite agree. Though I suspect we have a few minutes at least, unless it is blessed with unerring stamina and is more fearless than it has demonstrated.”

    “For now I shall go about my business.” the priest checked over Hernane. “Youll be fine in a few moments my dear. Miklos. Please make her confortable, thank you.” He looked at the ashen faced Dwarf. “Feldard I shall administer first.” he announced. He leant closer to the dwarf. “Because right now you can’t complain.” a smile creepng across his face.

    “Stephan, no don’t get up. Lets have a look at you. Oh yes, ahh. Lift your arm. Hmm. Well done. Say ‘Ahhh’.”

    “Ahh?”

    “Good, now you look silly.” Maruc was enjoying himself now as he blessed the wounded warrior. “No poison? Bless me, Halav watches over you better than I. Good now sit there a momment.”

    “Hasan, no you’re fine I’ll come over.” Maruc looked at his arm, “No I’m not that cruel. I won’t manipulate it again.” He placed a gentle ungloved hand on the elf and healed him too.

    “Excellent, Excellent. Miklos we’ll make a stretcher bearer of you yet!”

  5. miklosdostevar

    Miklos fetched and carried for the cleric for a while then collected and arranged the lightstones around the area. Whatever that creature was Miklos guessed it didn’t like light. It cordon might keep it at bay whiles the cleric did his work.

    “I suggest we leave these tunnels, at least for a while, to rest. I’m undecided as to whether we should return. The goblins came in here for a reason but the longer we take to find out the more time we put between us and Vlaak and his Goblinoid and Brigand warband.”

  6. Hernane

    Hernane inwardly sighed with relief when the sounds 0f battle died away, now perhaps she could recover and talk to Feldard and put their past behind them and she could return to Rockhome. She shivered, the two encounters with the beast had unnerved her – yet she would not allow her rescuers to see that, her clan pride would not allow that. She hoped that Feldard and his friends were alright and that they were all safe – only time would tell.

  7. Stephan

    “Ahh?”, Stephan was confused by the ministrations of the priest but greatly appreciated them, nonetheless.

    Hasan’s mutterings of the spider started him groping for the his light stone. “Must be here some wheres,” the words weakly sputtered out.

    “What’s that, lad?” Maruc asked.

    But then it was obvious that Miklos had the need for securing the light stones in hand.

    Stephan, upon assessing his condition, was surprised to discover a greater level of gumption still in him than he thought possible after this desperate battle. He rose and tried to help organize the scattered belongings of the tattered group so as to make a quick exit.

    “Yes, I agree. Let’s get out of here. That spider can’t be far.”

  8. Maruc

    DM:

    Maruc has cast 2 CLW on Stephan and 1 on Feldard and 1 on Hasan

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