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Famke takes the offered reigns from her master, glad to be able to keep her distance while he moves forward to address the orcs.
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Faerra shrugs. Stupid noble... Though this... his name was Hycinth? He has the right idea... as do most of these allies I seem to have acquired.
"Well, shall we?" She walks towards the orcs, then throws the flask of acid, aiming at the one in the center. Last edited by Rentok; 03-17-2010 at 10:07 PM. |
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Well, there go our chances for a pacific solution. Somebody should really put this group in order. He quickly draws a pair of rapiers, entering a battle stance. Well, well, it seems my companions are growing... restless... Oh, damn, that someone is me, is it not? May I suggest you surrender to us? Reading an action in case one of them charges towards me. |
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"Hmm. . . five orcs that can barely even grunt from starvation. I don't know, do you see any barrels full of fish? It might prove to be an greater threat to deal with". Malik moves foward as he draws his sword. He doesn't make any moves in for the slaughter though. He holds his ground at about twenty feet from the closest orc.
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Hycinth, seeing that the fight has begun, and doubting there is any way to stop it, especially because these orcs were definitely planning an ambush, charges at one of the front orcs.
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Eager to eliminate any threat as efficiently as possible, but in no rush to place his delicate frame in harm's way, Greyscale advances cautiously, creeping along the southern wall of the chamber. The little kobold keeps his crossbow at the ready, but will hold his fire until he can more accurately judge the threat.
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Though Famke's gait is slowed by her lame foot, her instincts remain razor sharp, her hands swift and steady. In an instant, she levels her crossbow, already loaded, at the first of the orcs. Before she even notes the results of the first shot, Famke reloads and fires again, this time at yet another of the orcs.
Surprise and First Round of Combat! Last edited by copatt; 03-18-2010 at 10:32 PM. |
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As several of his new "allies" rush towards the demoralized orcs, Greyscale continues his cautious advance. Inching ever closer along the southern wall, the little dragonkin sights in his crossbow, and triggers the device, launching the small missile at his target.
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First Turn: Move next to the closest ally to the orcs, and focus to dodge the closest living orc's attacks, if any. |
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Last edited by trentofdeath; 03-19-2010 at 03:39 PM. Reason: fieldset |
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