doctorx wrote:
Lmluin moves to protect Norin and Eohild, guarding them against attack and trying to get them to the centre of the (hopefully) forming circle.
(007) The First Night
Waysoftheearth's Moria PBP
(007) The First Night
[f=32]Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
(007) The First Night
waysoftheearth wrote:
Eohild, Norin, and all the NPCs bar Telthalion (and Alf the guard dog) are caught tumbling from their beds as the Orcs stampede into the camp.
They come by three fell prongs, hurtling down precarious defiles in the mountain face both north and south of Hollin Gate, and also into the south end of the valley; their coarse battle cries clashing with the brittle ring steel in the chill night.
The nearest Orcs come crashing down the mountain side north of Hollin Gate, almost directly into the camp as a howling avalanche, descending swiftly to hack and slash about them.
(3d6=10) Ten of the villains strike blows at (d30; 1=Arbenbard, 2=Baraglin, 3=Dernfara, 4=Elindir, 5=Eohild, 6=Eremin, 7=Largo, 8=Norin, 9=Sili, 10=Telthalion, 11=Vestri, 12=Miodvitnir, 13=Ymir, 14=Burmon, 15=Hepti, 16=Hrok, 17=Oin, 18=Glorban, 19=Yori, 20=Ugrik, 21=Dalain, 22=Balain, 23=Nat, 24=Hallam, 25=Einar, 26=Ran, 27=Sutherland, 28=Deorwyn, 29=Frewine, 30=Alf; 18, 30, 19, 16, 18, 21, 20, 3, 11, 26) Glorban, Alf, Yori, Hrok, Glorban, Dalain, Ugrik, Dernfara, Vestri and Ran, wreaking utter havoc. (10d20=13, 13, 12, 16, 7, 5, 3, 10, 7, 4) Glorban, Alf, Yori and Hrok are struck for (2dd=4,3 and 1,1 and 5,2 and 2,5) 4, 2, 5 and 5 hit points respectively.
Simultaneously, more Orcs are rushing down the mountain south of Hollin Gate to swarm past Soval and charge into the camp. Three of them slash out at the beset hero (3d20=14,13,7), but he skilfully wards off their attacks as the tide of Orc flesh sweeps by as a wave smashing upon a shore. Soval (1d20=2,11) manages to cut down one of the enemy in the confusion dealing (2dd=5,4) 8 hit points. But alas its fellows are among the camp, and (3d6=5) five more of them attack targeting (5d30=25, 20, 1, 14, 19) Einar, Ugrik, Arbenbard, Burmon and Yori with foul blades and black maces (5d20=5, 3, 1, 18, 2), but for a blessing only Burmon is struck suffering (2dd=5,3) 5 hit points.
The besieged company retaliates in the dark (1d20; Alf=18, Arbenbard=16, Baraglin=8, Dernfara=19,4, Elindir=9, Eremin=3, Largo=6, Sili=10,15, Telthalion=11), with Alf nipping an Orc's ankle for (1dd=1) 1 hit point, Arbenbard (1dd=4) springing from behind a rock to slash another's neck for 4 hit points, while Dernfara slashes fiercely with his two swords (2dd=1,2) cutting down a foe for 5 hit points. Sili crushes helm and skull with his flail (2dd=1,1 and 6,2) for 5 and 9 hit points respectively. Two more Orcs are slain, but their are so many others!
And woe, yet more Orcs are filling the valley, steaming down the southern most rock face to rush for Legandir and Lomeluin where they stand at the top of the stair. The Elves flee back to the ruinous camp ahead of the tide of fiends, letting fly their fair arrows as they retreat (1d20=11,17). Both find their marks dealing (2dd=2,2 and 1,4) 4 hit points apiece; not enough to drop either target.
And then the brutes are bursting violently into the general melee with (3d6=9) nine of them finding targets in (9d30=7, 18, 29, 21, 28, 29, 20, 16, 12) Largo, Glorban, Frewine, Dalain, Deorwyn, Frewine, Ugrik, Hrok and Miodvitnir. (9d20=8, 15, 6, 19, 9, 13, 18, 4, 2) Glorban, Dalain, Ugrik and Frewine are hit and suffer (2dd; 3,4 and 6,1 and 6,4 and 6,1) 4, 6, 6 and 6 hit points.
Cry woe! Frewine and Ugrik are slain!
The camp is a battlefield!
Eohild, Norin, and all the NPCs bar Telthalion (and Alf the guard dog) are caught tumbling from their beds as the Orcs stampede into the camp.
They come by three fell prongs, hurtling down precarious defiles in the mountain face both north and south of Hollin Gate, and also into the south end of the valley; their coarse battle cries clashing with the brittle ring steel in the chill night.
The nearest Orcs come crashing down the mountain side north of Hollin Gate, almost directly into the camp as a howling avalanche, descending swiftly to hack and slash about them.
(3d6=10) Ten of the villains strike blows at (d30; 1=Arbenbard, 2=Baraglin, 3=Dernfara, 4=Elindir, 5=Eohild, 6=Eremin, 7=Largo, 8=Norin, 9=Sili, 10=Telthalion, 11=Vestri, 12=Miodvitnir, 13=Ymir, 14=Burmon, 15=Hepti, 16=Hrok, 17=Oin, 18=Glorban, 19=Yori, 20=Ugrik, 21=Dalain, 22=Balain, 23=Nat, 24=Hallam, 25=Einar, 26=Ran, 27=Sutherland, 28=Deorwyn, 29=Frewine, 30=Alf; 18, 30, 19, 16, 18, 21, 20, 3, 11, 26) Glorban, Alf, Yori, Hrok, Glorban, Dalain, Ugrik, Dernfara, Vestri and Ran, wreaking utter havoc. (10d20=13, 13, 12, 16, 7, 5, 3, 10, 7, 4) Glorban, Alf, Yori and Hrok are struck for (2dd=4,3 and 1,1 and 5,2 and 2,5) 4, 2, 5 and 5 hit points respectively.
Simultaneously, more Orcs are rushing down the mountain south of Hollin Gate to swarm past Soval and charge into the camp. Three of them slash out at the beset hero (3d20=14,13,7), but he skilfully wards off their attacks as the tide of Orc flesh sweeps by as a wave smashing upon a shore. Soval (1d20=2,11) manages to cut down one of the enemy in the confusion dealing (2dd=5,4) 8 hit points. But alas its fellows are among the camp, and (3d6=5) five more of them attack targeting (5d30=25, 20, 1, 14, 19) Einar, Ugrik, Arbenbard, Burmon and Yori with foul blades and black maces (5d20=5, 3, 1, 18, 2), but for a blessing only Burmon is struck suffering (2dd=5,3) 5 hit points.
The besieged company retaliates in the dark (1d20; Alf=18, Arbenbard=16, Baraglin=8, Dernfara=19,4, Elindir=9, Eremin=3, Largo=6, Sili=10,15, Telthalion=11), with Alf nipping an Orc's ankle for (1dd=1) 1 hit point, Arbenbard (1dd=4) springing from behind a rock to slash another's neck for 4 hit points, while Dernfara slashes fiercely with his two swords (2dd=1,2) cutting down a foe for 5 hit points. Sili crushes helm and skull with his flail (2dd=1,1 and 6,2) for 5 and 9 hit points respectively. Two more Orcs are slain, but their are so many others!
And woe, yet more Orcs are filling the valley, steaming down the southern most rock face to rush for Legandir and Lomeluin where they stand at the top of the stair. The Elves flee back to the ruinous camp ahead of the tide of fiends, letting fly their fair arrows as they retreat (1d20=11,17). Both find their marks dealing (2dd=2,2 and 1,4) 4 hit points apiece; not enough to drop either target.
And then the brutes are bursting violently into the general melee with (3d6=9) nine of them finding targets in (9d30=7, 18, 29, 21, 28, 29, 20, 16, 12) Largo, Glorban, Frewine, Dalain, Deorwyn, Frewine, Ugrik, Hrok and Miodvitnir. (9d20=8, 15, 6, 19, 9, 13, 18, 4, 2) Glorban, Dalain, Ugrik and Frewine are hit and suffer (2dd; 3,4 and 6,1 and 6,4 and 6,1) 4, 6, 6 and 6 hit points.
Cry woe! Frewine and Ugrik are slain!
The camp is a battlefield!
[f=32]Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
(007) The First Night
waysoftheearth wrote:
Celglin has slipped into the mines unseen.
Three Orcs were slain, and five others wounded this round.
Alas, Frewine the Rohirrim groom and Ugrik the Dwarf lie slain also, and Glorban, Dalain, Yori, Hrok, Burmon and also Alf the guard dog all took hurt.
The camp is a chaotic melee, with pack animals and hirelings screaming in panic as the fighting-Men attempt to form up into some semblance of a line. The Orcs outnumber you sorely, that much is clear despite the darkness, but noone has time to study a head count...
What next gentlemen?
Celglin has slipped into the mines unseen.
Three Orcs were slain, and five others wounded this round.
Alas, Frewine the Rohirrim groom and Ugrik the Dwarf lie slain also, and Glorban, Dalain, Yori, Hrok, Burmon and also Alf the guard dog all took hurt.
The camp is a chaotic melee, with pack animals and hirelings screaming in panic as the fighting-Men attempt to form up into some semblance of a line. The Orcs outnumber you sorely, that much is clear despite the darkness, but noone has time to study a head count...
What next gentlemen?
[f=32]Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
(007) The First Night
doctorx wrote:
If there's still room for bowmanship Lmluin lets fly another arrow, preferably at an already wounded Orc.
If not, he draws Andn and sets his shield on his arm (assuming he's had time to gather it).
He's still attempting to get to the stricken Norin and Eohild and get them behind the forming defensive line. He'll happily set shaft or steel to any Orc that gets in his way.
If there's still room for bowmanship Lmluin lets fly another arrow, preferably at an already wounded Orc.
If not, he draws Andn and sets his shield on his arm (assuming he's had time to gather it).
He's still attempting to get to the stricken Norin and Eohild and get them behind the forming defensive line. He'll happily set shaft or steel to any Orc that gets in his way.
[f=32]Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
(007) The First Night
mushgnome wrote:
"Serves you right, lazy good-for-nothing watchdog," curses Sli son of Vli. His mood turns sour and his innate racial hatred of the Orcs takes control. He casts about fiercely with his flail, with no mercy for the foe. Despite his harsh words, he will sacrifice his own shield to save Alf (but with the expectation that the loyal dog would make the ultimate sacrifice in return). "Is this the end, old friend?" he laments.
"Serves you right, lazy good-for-nothing watchdog," curses Sli son of Vli. His mood turns sour and his innate racial hatred of the Orcs takes control. He casts about fiercely with his flail, with no mercy for the foe. Despite his harsh words, he will sacrifice his own shield to save Alf (but with the expectation that the loyal dog would make the ultimate sacrifice in return). "Is this the end, old friend?" he laments.
[f=32]Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
(007) The First Night
sulldawga wrote:
Largo dodges an ebon orcish blade with a squeak and a deft tumble. Returning to his feet, the hobbit will see if there's a way he can find some space between him and the marauders in order to whip his sling again.
Failing that, he'll draw his dagger and attempt to create some space by putting it betwixt the ribs of an Orc!
Largo dodges an ebon orcish blade with a squeak and a deft tumble. Returning to his feet, the hobbit will see if there's a way he can find some space between him and the marauders in order to whip his sling again.
Failing that, he'll draw his dagger and attempt to create some space by putting it betwixt the ribs of an Orc!
[f=32]Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
(007) The First Night
coffee wrote:
Eremin Sulk raises himself to his full height, draws sword and dagger both, and lays about him against any orc fool enough to approach. He dodges and capers, calling out wildly and occasionally laughing for no apparent reason.
(Let us hope the orcs think him mad, and avoid him...)
Eremin Sulk raises himself to his full height, draws sword and dagger both, and lays about him against any orc fool enough to approach. He dodges and capers, calling out wildly and occasionally laughing for no apparent reason.
(Let us hope the orcs think him mad, and avoid him...)
[f=32]Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
(007) The First Night
calithena wrote:
OOC: Have we managed to assemble into a ring of defense at all? Several of us have been trying to form a circle...any luck there yet? It effects Soval's actions a bit how this is going...I see it says we are trying, are a majority of us gathered together yet, or are we still pulling together?
Likely it will be at least one more round, so assuming that, Soval racks his memory for any defensible location and/or route of retreat in the vicinity of the camp, and continues to move together with Sili, Lomeluin, and the rest to make a ring of steel. "Come together, friends! We cannot stand with them in the open - we must guard each others' backs and fight in formation!" As he attempts to marshal PCs and NPCs alike into a ring of defense, Soval will keep cutting and hacking at any orcs that come within range.
OOC: Have we managed to assemble into a ring of defense at all? Several of us have been trying to form a circle...any luck there yet? It effects Soval's actions a bit how this is going...I see it says we are trying, are a majority of us gathered together yet, or are we still pulling together?
Likely it will be at least one more round, so assuming that, Soval racks his memory for any defensible location and/or route of retreat in the vicinity of the camp, and continues to move together with Sili, Lomeluin, and the rest to make a ring of steel. "Come together, friends! We cannot stand with them in the open - we must guard each others' backs and fight in formation!" As he attempts to marshal PCs and NPCs alike into a ring of defense, Soval will keep cutting and hacking at any orcs that come within range.
[f=32]Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
(007) The First Night
crusssdaddy wrote:
Arbenbard breaks combat to run into the mines, using whatever cover he can along the way to avoid Orcish blades.
"Nat, to me! Into the mines"
Arbenbard breaks combat to run into the mines, using whatever cover he can along the way to avoid Orcish blades.
"Nat, to me! Into the mines"
[f=32]Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
(007) The First Night
doctorx wrote:
Lmluin stares in disbelief as he sees one of the Men he had looked upon as an ally seemingly fleeing the battle to save his own skin and another apparently succumbing to madness and capering around, laughing like a loon. He curses savagely in Sindarin, his hitherto slowly-lessening prejudices against their race suddenly reinforced tenfold.
If he has time in all the mayhem, he fixes Nat Pickthorn with his intense stare; "To the shield ring, Nat! We need you!"
Lmluin stares in disbelief as he sees one of the Men he had looked upon as an ally seemingly fleeing the battle to save his own skin and another apparently succumbing to madness and capering around, laughing like a loon. He curses savagely in Sindarin, his hitherto slowly-lessening prejudices against their race suddenly reinforced tenfold.
If he has time in all the mayhem, he fixes Nat Pickthorn with his intense stare; "To the shield ring, Nat! We need you!"
[f=32]Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]