Battle at the Spider Pit


Hasan saw nothing above beyond the pit’s rim, but the jangling, noisy progress of a band of orcs could be confused only with the ways of goblins. In either case, Hasan wanted to be on level ground with them. “Up, up, up,” he urged. “Defend the rope, we have to get out of here!” He pushed those climbing the rope forward, trying to help as many up as he could.

Stephan hastily accepted the statuette back from Hasan. A nod of thanks was all he could afford before following the Prince’s advice, and was the first to scramble out of the pit.

He saw Miklos come up the rope behind him as he heard the approaching orcs’ armor clank as they started to maneuver through the ‘teeth’ at the entrance to the spider’s cave. “Blessed Halav,” Stephan blasphemed at the unpleasant thought of more battle. He genuflected the Halav sign telling himself to later repent to a greater degree for having muttered His name out of frustration.

Drawing his sword and hefting his shield into place, Stephan tried to assess the approach of the orcs. How close were they? He glanced around the chamber looking for advantages. See a pile of slag, he alighted on top, making sure he had good footing, so as to have a height advantage. He was, additionally, poised to the side of where the orcs would likely enter, giving him more upper hand.

Feldard agreed with Hasan’s assessment of the situation. Better to be fighting the orcs on level than to be trapped below. The dwarf impatiently waited his turn on the rope and clambered his way up as quick as his bulk would allow. It was by no means graceful or quiet but with the help of the others he managed to make it over the ledge of the pit before the orcs were on scene.

Miklos silently cursed. The orcs would be in the cavern before they were all up the rope. Feldard rose from the pit, and Miklos gestured toward the tunnel where the marching was coming from. He silently drifted to the right, flipped his book open and prepared a sleep spell. He gestured to the dwarf to take to the left.

Feldard moved away from the pit edge and pulled out his crossbow loading it as swiftly as possible. He’d likely only get one shot with it .. but the dwarf was quickly learning to take the advantage in a battle where ever and however it presented itself. A quick check assured him that his axe was easily at hand once the bolt was away. Feldard waited crossbow already in position.

Hernane sighed with frustration, she knew the orcs would be back. She hoped that they had not found Tekaryon and that he was safe. She quickly clambered up the rope after Feldard and crouched down beside him, pulling out her handaxe. The last encounter had unnerved her, what a chaotic situation however facing orcs in battle was something that she could make sense of. Let these orcs come on, she would give them cold Dwarf iron. She glanced at her companions, and noticed that everyone apart from a few minor scratches looked healthy enough. She could not help but admire the way that they all took up the best battle positions depending on their specific skills. Feldard has done well training this group she thought to herself.

Miklos suggested the center ground to Hernane with another gesture then continued with his study.

It was always difficult holding a read spell in his mind under pressure, still the battle at Sukiskyn had steeled his mettle, and he prepared as best he could awaiting the shadows of the orc guard before he released his incantation.

When the first of the party of orcs emerged from the stalactite/stalagmite bars, Miklos released his spell. He only caught three of them. It seemed the orc scouting party numbered eight, which left five orcs to contend with.

The humanoid warriors threw their spears, targeting the dwarves and mage. Stephan leapt from his ambush position, cutting down one of the them from behind before it could execute its spear throw. The orc party now numbered four.

Miklos cursed again as he saw that his spell was not as effective as he had intended. Then his eyes grew wide as he saw two spears headed his way. He awkwardly attempted to duck and roll away. One of the weapons pierced his calf muscle.

Feldard released his crossbow bolt. A miss. Damn! He glanced to his former betrothed. She too was struck by one of the spears, but it was only a scratch.

The orcs drew their swords. One turned to face Stephan and three charged toward the others.

Maruc hauled his bulk up the rope, the armour slowing him down. The sounds of battle spurred him on. With relief, he elbowed himself to the lip and watched the dwarves charge forth to meet the orcs. The priest grunted as he brought his knee over the edge and crawled heavily to his feet. He swung his shield from his back, loosened his flail and smiled as joined the fray.

Hasan was the last to scale the rope and he did so quickly and with fluid grace typical of an elf.

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7 responses to “Battle at the Spider Pit

  1. Miklos -2hp
    Hernane -1hp

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

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 19,680/24000
    Miklos: 19,785/20000
    Feldard: 19,765/34000
    Hasan: 18,925/32000
    Stephan: 18,740/32000

  2. Maruc

    Maruc ducked. The scimitar clanked off his shield. The priest bobbed his head over the rim only to be met by the foetid breath of the orc but inches from his face. The orc snarled. Maruc grinned, then headbutted it. It lost its footing in surprise and backed into another orc. Maruc swung his flail in a lazy arc that connected with the beasts head with a sickening crunch. “It seems they are quite game!” he said stepping over the corpse and engaged another.

  3. miklosdostevar

    Too high on adrenalin to care about the pain, the mage bounced behind the the line of warriors, his staff clasped loosely in one hand. He tried to gauge the situation. The dancing light of the lightstones made it difficult so he held up his own. Four, no three left? Light caught Feldards magewrought axe as it sprung into his grasp. Miklos stepped back out of his swing. This was going to be a short battle…

    …he hoped.

  4. Feldard

    Feldard knew his heavy crossbow would take too long to reload, so he dropped it to the floor behind him and pulled his battleaxe, moving forward to engage the charging orcs with his usual dwarven zeal.

    As the first of the three came within reach of his battleaxe, his weapon was already at its zenith in its arc. Feldard let the blades momentum work with his strenth, giving him the power he needed to cleave through leather armour, orc flesh and bone.

    He paused just long enough, ignoring fresh wounds to determine if another strike was needed to finish the foul thing off or if he could move on to the next.

  5. Stephan

    Disgusting bits of slimy orc meat sent flying by Feldard’s handiwork splattered Stephan as he made his own attack.

    Using the jumble of rocks to his advantage, Stephan maneuvered one of the brutes such that it soon tripped, falling backward, right into the path of Maruc’s flail.

    The magic stone lights flicked about the stone walls while the battle raged.

  6. Hasan

    Hasan, last to alight on the upper ground, would also be last to engage in battle. Still, he did what he could, and first things first — the elf ran past the mage, hoping to head off any orc that passed the dwarfs or the energetic Maruc before it reached the unarmored mage. Seeing none pass, the elf plunged headlong in the melee himself, swiping with his sword whenever orcflesh appeared in reach.

  7. Hernane

    Hernane, grimaced in the flickering light cast from the light stones, the heavy grunts and clashes of metal from the battle surrounded her, but did not distract her from the snarling Orcs face that was in front of her. Blocking an attack from an Orc, she back handed her axe and exhaled sharply as she felt the axe bite home cutting to the bone, the blood spurting to her left over towards Stephen. The blood of her ancestors and the honour of her clan dictated that this battle would be fought to the last, with no mercy and quarter asked for.

    Pulling her axe free, Hernane did not realise at how flawlessly the Dwarfs maidens combat training worked, she continued to swing her axe at what ever Orc face appeared in front of her, the red mist of hatred for the green skin blocked out any pain and feeling of exhaustion that she was feeling. Hernane could feel the battle shift, she knew these Orcs were beaten, and she was determined that none would escape.

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