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Old 05-03-2019, 09:50 AM
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Almost as quickly as Ada spun around to receive the Orc's charge, Ronda sweeps in and drops the brawny attacker to the floorboards. Ever focused, Ron says nothing and turns to the next one, which growls in anger over his dead comrade.

Feeling the pain in her leg, Ada shifts her shield to block any incoming swings from the next Orc. Lofting her lamp, an ethereal weapon appears behind the creature. Ada's trusty spiritual mace Spiritual Weapon, 21 to hit, 10 force damage.smashes into the Orc's shoulder and neck from behind, bruising muscle and cracking bone. The Orc drops to the floorboards, his weapon clattering under him.

Prepared for attacks from any direction, she readies Reaction: Warding Flare on any enemy attacking Ada within 30 ft. (Disadvantage on attack)energy from her lamp to blind any attacker while following behind Ron, who charges toward the sounds of battle. As they move through the building, Ada Ready action: Sacred Flame vs. seen enemy. DC14 DEX save or 4 radiant damage.scans for a target, holding her lamp above her shield.



 


 
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The blinding pain took him by surprise as he yelped and his knees nearly gave out under his weight. Cyprian locked his burning gaze on the flying creature that suddenly appeared.

Devine Gates, what is this thing? Before he had a chance to react, a sickening sensation washed though his body from where the dagger stabbed into his shoulder. 18 Con save against poisonedHe set his teeth and strained against it, even as vines began to wrap around him. He attempted to wrench off a vine that began wrapping around his arm, but in the corner of his eye, he saw one flash followed by another.

He couldn’t react fast enough, the vines hampering his ability to dart away as Javelins slammed into him. He felt the splintering pain followed by intense cold. With the last expulsion of air everything went dark.


 




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Cyprian was down. Orcs and the ettin streamed out of the darkness, and that strange bat thing was hovering nearby as well. Alys barely had time to set her feet before the Ettin's flail caught her on the arm and hurled her bodily into Talia. Two headed freak. Alys was reeling even as she tried to steady herself. And yet she could hear the blood pumping in her body, syncing with her breathing, the sound of the tide in miniature. From somewhere she felt the surge of heat that she'd felt back on the bridge in Stilben. Alys wouldn't run away.

She charged the ettin, feeling a surge of grace around her as water spun in the air around her, glittering in the torchlight. She jumped and slammed a kick into one of its knees. The force of the blow carried her upward, her momentum enough to bring her near one of its throats. Another kick, which sent her tumbling back. She tried for a third as she fell, but it was off and threatened her balance; Alys hit the ground heavily, rolling with her momentum to get some distance. "C'mon ugly! Fight! If you're as dumb as you look this will be easy!" Anger was behind her words, though her taunts...weren't exactly great. More importantly she was worried about Cyprian, still sprawled out nearby. She had to keep their attention until the rest of the group could get him to his feet.
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Talia staggers under the blow of the Ettin and blinks away the pain and momentary blurred vision.
She sees Cyprian go down and yells, "CY!"

She quickly thinks of going to his side to fend off the bat looking fat thing with the dagger, but doesn't feel right about turning her back on the Ettin after that hit she just took. Plus, she is fairly certain that one more hit like that from it, and she'll be laid out alongside Cyprian.
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The Grassy GnollThe orc shaman leaps out of the sphere of magical Darkness and runs into the barn, cutting across the same corner that Confire took a moment before. The shadowy, spiritual warriors surrounding her swarm Confire where he crouches near the barn wall, stabbing him with insubstantial spears that somehow feel like they pierce his skin! Sparing the warlock barely a glance, the shaman raises both arms high in the air and shouts out a short phrase in Orcish. "Strength to Ruin!" Immediately, the ettin's wounds begin to close up and his bleeding lessens.

The ugly, bulbous flying creature above Cyprian lets out a wordless shriek and suddenly disappears completely.

With a bellowing cry, the war chief of the orcs bursts free of the dark sphere next to Alys and Talia. He growls at the women, but turns and runs into the building with a look of hateful bloodthirst. He runs into the door to the living quarters and barely jumps aside as Ada unleashes her Sacred Flame! Snarling, the orc chief strides toward Ron, swinging his heavy axe and connecting with the human's bare ribs and back! "Disgusting! I will slice your pink flesh from your bones, naked man!" The chief taunts Ron in Common.

At Bellamy's vulgar insult, the two orcs near the ettin turn and growl. "Shut your ugly mouth, little sister!" Both of them charge at her with their axes, but their swings are wild and clumsy and the half-orc bats them aside with ease.

Behind them, the ettin flexes with renewed strength as his wounds are healed. With incredible strength he arcs both flails high above his head and brings both weapons crashing down on Talia and Alys. Alys has the wind completely knocked out of her and the world around her swims and darkens. Talia fares worse. One huge flail strikes her full force from above, and the woman crumples in a heap, her limbs folding awkwardly beneath her.

To the south, beyond the magical darkness, Giran hears the massive impact of the ettin's flails and shouts, "Hold, boys! Lock shields and hold!" He then swings his longsword with a savage grunt, cutting into the closest orc and spraying blood into the dirt at their feet.

Thadulos charges across the rest of the courtyard. The shaman's spiritual warriors slash at him as he passes, but he carries enough speed to bury his pike deep into the ettin's back! Bud jumps up from his burrow and, despite receiving a gash from a nearby orc, runs to the ettin and leaps onto his back, slashing and clawing and biting at the thick grey flesh!


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"Hmph!" Bellamy defects one of her assailant's axes with her shield, a sharp *clang!* announcing the addition of a new dent to the already battered iron. The other orc is less lucky. His weapon she strikes with the silver of her hammer as he swings, sending him forward and off-balance. The spectral scythe flies straight across the courtyard as though it were falling horizontal, catching the orc from behind, its humming blade plunging into his back and bursting through the front of his torso.

A guttural cry of rage and pain escapes the orc's snarling lips and he struggles on the weapon for a moment, like a fish on a hook. Terrifyingly the steel of his grip on the scythe's blade and the cording of the veins of his hands make it seem like he might actually free himself, but Doc brings her hammer around with a brutal blow that takes him across the temple and sends his head lolling.

She turns to glare at the remaining orc that stood before her. Her own arms had begun to glisten with the sweat of battle and plumes of hot misty breath curled from her nose, catching and splitting on her small tusks with each inhalation. Bellamy Hannan was certainly half-blooded, but she was clearly their superior.


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Creeping backwards as close to the wall as possible, Confire watched the centaur charging into battle, but then suddenly the vile orc priestess appeared in front of him and the ethereal warriors swirling around her made straight for him! He fell back in pain as their spears penetrated his flesh, chilling him to the bone. Immediately the spell he had been maintaining was forgotten about and a fury like nothing he had felt exploded from deep down inside of him. He glared at the foul witch and released the anger, engulfing her in an inferno. Despite the pain he managed to summon up a tight smile as he watched her burning.

The spirits seemed to pull back giving Confire enough time to stagger to his feet. The centaur had engaged with the huge two-headed thing and Bellamy seemed to be keeping the smaller orcs busy, so Confire felt his little grudge match with the shaman could occupy him fully. As the flames engulfing her started to die down he held out his stump towards her and gathered his energies for another attack, savouring the moment. But he waited a moment too long, and just as he unleashed his power she dived aside!

"Curses!" he growled as he scrambled back as far as he could, knowing her own retaliation would be fierce.

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Talia throws an arm and blade up in a futile attempt to thwart the flail swing coming down atop her head.

Her arm is broken by her skull and the flail, and she probably has a concussion or worse as MADE SAVE!!! 16+1 = 17
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The shouting and grunting from outside sound worrying, and Ron hurries down the corridor, towards the doorway. If something is attacking his friends, they’ll need him out there. Before he can get out the door, a massive green-grey skinned humanoid swinging a nasty-looking axe bursts through.

Without thinking, Ron steps in between the attacker and Ada, Ronda warding off the worst of the blows. He’s bleeding now from a couple of cuts, but he hasn’t noticed. His limited mind is focused entirely on ending the orc in front of him. Even though he doesn’t realize it is, in fact an orc.

”You are the ugliest half-orc I’ve ever seen,” Ron says, sounding almost surprised. He isn't trying to insult the guy, he simply doesn't realize he and his friends are full-blooded orcs. That one is even bigger than Gummo Two-Fingers, and that had been the largest half-orc Ron had ever seen. Fingers had earned his nickname when an arrogant elf drew a blade on him when all Fingers wanted was all the guy’s valuables. After punching the scrawny elf to the ground, Fingers stuck a two fingers in the stunned elf’s nostrils and pulled him up, ripping up the nose in the process in a spray of blood.

Although it would be too much to say that this makes Ron wary of the attacker, he does recognize that Fingers was a strong guy and could take a punch or five before going down. The orc steps back to avoid a wide swing, but when he steps in to take advantage of Ron being off balance after the massive swing he realizes he’s fallen for Ron’s trap. A weaker man could never have pulled off a move like that, but Ron feels stronger than he ever felt. He isn’t really thinking about it, he just acts. The enforcer abruptly stops the swing and hammers the orc in the face with the butt of Ronda’s haft. Attack hits AC 27 and does 11 bludgeoning damageIt makes a satisfying crack as the orc’s flat nose breaks, blood flowing over his mouth and torso. Ron shows no expression, his focus only on breaking this half-breed in front of him and getting out into the courtyard to help his friends.

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The hidden battle still raged on, but now it sounded far away as if it were moving further off in a direction Cyprian couldn’t place. However, that was the last thing on his mind. He was arrested by the sight of Saren as she stepped out the mist in front of him.

“Whatcha doing, love?” She asked. There was a smile on her face, and her tone quizzical yet jesting.

“...I’m,” Cyprian's brows met as he looked around. His gaze settled on her once more. “I’m lost.”

Saren wore a thoughtful expression as she stepped forward to close the distance between them. The dark, syrupy gore sloshed around her feet. “If I recall,” she began as she stood on her tippy toes to drape her arms around his shoulders, “you’ve always said that. Seems like nothing’s changed, hm?” Her playful fingers tugged at the back of his hood, pulling it down to reveal his face.

Cyprian stared down into her doe eyes, searching. This was not her, was it? But she smelled like her. She felt like her. An ache stabbed at his heart and took the air from his lungs. The old pain he worked so hard to forget tore open. Cyprian stole a shuddering breath in an attempt to hold himself together. He wanted to believe that this was her; that this wasn’t some sort of trick or an illusion. That maybe he was truly speaking with her again.

He shook his head. Everything has changed, Saren. Since that day...After that, everything…” A trailing silence followed. There was so much that happened. Too much to say and too much to explain. He shook his head once more and his gaze fell.

His voice was hoarse, “I’m--I’m tired. I don’t know what’s left for me after this. Just another mission? And for...What? Why?.” Cyprian nearly choked. "I never wanted any of this."

Her smile was sad as she whispered solemnly, “I know, love.”

Saren stepped away from him, her arms gliding off his shoulders. She offered a hand to him. “You could come with me?”

He stared at her hand with one of the most intense desires that he could remember. It felt like such a long time he had felt anything so deeply; to want something so completely that it moved him and overthrew every part of his being. Cyprian reached for her hand and go with her--

A harsh, grating call of a raven echoed somewhere in the distance, lost among the grey mist. He retracted his hand as he looked over his shoulder. A name came unbidden to him, #Blessed is clutch“...Bellamy?”

As soon as he muttered the name, a name he swore he remembered, a gentle breeze swept the wafting fog across the still lake. The silence could be broken by a pin drop, the battle din giving way for an eerie quiet. He returned his attention back to Saren, but where she had stood there was nothing but empty space.

Crippling panic returned in a torrental wave. His voice was strangled as he cried out her name, Saren!?

The only response he got was a bubbling gurgle; it sounded like a thick stew boiling over. The blood rippled as something moved behind him. Cyprian turned and was met with a figure crawling up from the surface of the lake, covered in blood and convulsing. A sharp chill clawed down Cyprian’s spine, washing his body in a shiver. The figure was of a young boy no older than ten. He was the first life the assassin had taken.

Cyprian wanted to escape but he couldn’t move. He was trapped in place by paralyzing horror. A mass of twitching corpses began to pull themselves out from the blood lake behind the first. A mound of slick remains slogged from beneath the surface, and every face he recognized.

“No…” He moved one leg back, then the other, watching the death count rise and claw for him. His next quick step was seized with a grip so tight it made him cry out in shocked pain. Cyprian looked to see the boy dressed in fine but stained clothes. On all fours, the boy look up at him with no eyes, just black pits in his skull.

Cyprian struggled to free himself and yelped as he fell backwards, splashing into the thick ichor pool. Heaving ragged breaths, he wrestled and clawed to drag himself free from the grip of the boy to no avail. The other corpses were on him in moments. The razor, broken nails of the dead carved into his flesh as they pinned him. The blood pool rose, slowly at first, rising around him in thick bubbles. Then, he was consumed completely. Lost under the gore, there was nothing but black and pain. His lungs burned for air as he trashed and tore at the arms that restrained him.


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As Ada prepares to flank and Ron pulls Ronda back for another strike against the huge orc, a massive impact outside shakes the floorboards under their feet. THAT can't be good... "I'll be back Ron!" She hated to leave the man after the ordeal on the road, but then she knew the orc couldn't consume and zombify Ron in moments.

Coming around Ron's left, she spun past the big orc, Action: Disengageleaving only her shield in the way to catch any glancing blows he threw.

As she See movement in Action Block, healing should be doable either way.skidded to a stop in the open air, she quickly surveyed the mess. Alys was standing and had few visible wounds, but her stance clearly showed the pain in her limbs. Talia was in danger, crumpled to the ground and bleeding. She almost reached out to heal her when she saw the other form. "CYPRIAN!?" The man is lying on the ground, blood under his chest and two javelins protruding from his side. Ice shoots through her veins and nearly paralyzes her, but she manages to utter "Light and Life.." Energy flows into Cyprian's nostrils and through his body, 2nd lvl Healing Word - 8 HPwrenching him back and closing his puncture wounds.

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Alys watched, horrified, as the ettin was healed by magic from a source she couldn't quite pinpoint. Then another orc was chasing by, and Alys lashed out with a kick to his knees. It was a solid blow, and though the orc kept running Alys was satisfied with it. That thought was driven out by the flail, along with all the air in her lungs as it flung her to the ground. She tried to roll with the blow, sucked in a breath of air, and jumped back to her feet. Alone. Talia was still down. Cyprian was down.

The denizens of Grassy Gnoll were charging, and Alys sucked in another deep breath. The taste of blood and dirt was overpowering, but she wiped away what she could. That distraction would have to do it. She fished out a miraculously intact bottle from a pouch at her waist: a healing potion from Doc. Her body ached, pain surged, but she ignored it, instead kneeling down beside Talia. The shifter looked like a broken doll. "C'mon Talia...if I don't get to sleep, you don't either." Alys poured the potion down Talia's throat, said a quick prayer to anyone that might be listening, then stood and planted her feet. A thin circle of water surrounded Alys as she stretched her senses. Hold a bit longer.
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Grassy GnollAs Thadulos pulls his pike out of the ettin’s back, blood pours from the monster’s wound! The centaur prepares to plunge the long blade back into the two-headed monstrosity, but the wily orc shaman steps behind him, her hands shrouded with death magic. She lays her gnarled knuckles on his flank and Thadulos’ body convulses with pain as she rips life from him! Reflexively, the blacksmith kicks rearward with his hooves, catching the small orc woman in the face! There is a sickening sound as part of her skull is crushed, but the dark forces she serves keep her on her feet.

Bud continues raking his claws and teeth across the ettin, but the monster seems to barely notice the Burrowling. The ettin looks furious as Cyprian and Talia are revived. He hefts his huge flails, his deep voice shouting at Alys in Orcish. From a few feet away Doc hears him say, "Hey! No, blue girl! No! I smash them already!" Whirling around with surprising speed, the two-headed giant brings both massive flails around toward the young monk in an avalanche of spiked steel! But Alys has been waiting for this moment. She leaps! Arcing and weaving her body with incredible deftness in midair, somehow both flails and chains pass over and under her! The genasi lands unharmed and Talia can see a splash of dew spread across the grass where her feet and fist impact the ground!

All around the courtyard the battle rages on! The lone orc facing Bellamy brings his axe around in a flat swing. He obviously expects his superior strength to be enough, because there is no finesse to the blow. Doc avoids it easily and the bloodlust in the orc’s face flashes suddenly to fear.

Giran does not fare so well. The veteran is breathing heavily and his movements are slowed by drink and poor conditioning. Both orcs hit him with their axes, but Giran’s battered armor seems to avoid the worst of them. The old soldier grunts as he wildly swings his sword, hitting nothing. "Damn you, Kevdak!," he shouts through heavy breaths.

Inside the coaching house, Ron’s recklessness has left him exposed. The Orcish leader is a skilled warrior! He slices twice across the barbarian’s bare torso. Ron’s near-naked body is slick with blood. With a distainful sneer he says in thick Common,"I am the stronger, human! You are like a runt. Your mother should have sacrificed you to the wolves." He grips the haft of his bloody weapon tighter and howls with exultant fury! At that moment there is another fearful cry from Patricia’s rooms. The orc chieftain looks that direction with a wicked smile and charges down the hall toward the room where the innkeeper and her children hide!

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Cyprian’s back arched as his entire body convulsed from Ada’s divine spell. By instinct, his body reacted. His fingers clawed the ground, fighting for air as he spat up blood. He rolled to his stomach, his lungs ablaze with fiery agony as he heaved himself up on all fours and spluttered.

Where were they?!

All reason had abandoned him, his mind was unable to catch up from the horrors on the other side as he looked around in a frantic stupor. Sounds came at him all at once, a barrage of clashing, yells and a violent quake shook the ground, kicking up chunks of dirt and dust. The battle. It’s back?

Terror lanced like a cherry-hot iron through his gut. No-no-no, stop.

Cyprian looked up to see the towering two-headed monster, roaring and spitting mad. Convoluted memories spurred him to unsteady feet, and to reach for an arrow. He sighted down, trembling as he wheezed painful heaves of air. His body seized up. The more he killed there would be more coming for him. To drag him under. To drown him. His gasps turned rapid and shallow. He couldn’t breathe. He stared at the creature in a numb trance, the assassin's movements fitful and slow, holding the shot. He bent too far and he finally snapped. He had to have snapped. He was losing his gods-d*mned mind. It was the only way he could make sense of it. A stray thought chilled his veins. If he killed it would this thing come for him too--in that place?

Tears burned behind his eyes as he choked. He muttered to himself, "It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s--It’s not…"

That place couldn’t be real...Or could it?


He felt a hollow nothingness. Not peace, but a clear absence of anything. He felt completely detached from himself. He asked, as if he were someone else in his own body, You can’t do this anymore, can you? The running. Hiding. Before that? Numb. Pretending. Bent by his father. To want to exist to his mother.

The place before, the memories of it were a lingering nightmare. The details had gone foggy and out of focus, but it endured to plague him. He knew now what Saren had meant by how nothing had changed. She had died. They all had, and yet…Nothing had changed. Not for him.

He grit his teeth, railing against his hysteria. A burning sensation crawled into his shoulder, the bow creaking from strain. To hells with this. What's one more kill? Endless praise for bless. 16 to hit, 14 damage.He released the arrow to bury deep into the Ettin's neck.


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The Ettin
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Both of the ettin’s heads cock to the side like a pair of curious dogs, trying to figure out how the little blue girl is not smashed to bits. It’s faces are frozen in confusion as both necks are suddenly, silently pierced by an arrow from the side. Fletching protrudes from one throat. The necks are connected by a shaft, and then the broad steel arrowhead protrudes from the other. The wooden shaft snaps as the heads turn to look dumbly at each other, wondering what just happened. A dual gurgle rattles wetly in each throat. The great monstrosity falls to the ground and is still.
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