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Cacoy only had 4 or 5 HP, I think the former.
But it's a 1! Take that, you fiend!
Dumarest left me a hidey hole. Maybe we are in a T&T game.....I think you're getting confused with Tunnels & Trolls
Confused? You speak as if that's an accidental turn of speech!
I think you're getting confused with Tunnels & Trolls
I'll tally that up after we get dokel, Séadna, and Bunch's actions for the next round. Also, somebody roll initiative for your side.Cacoy only had 4 or 5 HP, I think the former.
But it's a 1! Take that, you fiend!
I'll update once we have initiative and everyone else's actions.Seri gasps and, from her kneeling position near the hollow log, tries to take another shot at any Stirges anywhere near Cacoy.
"stay away from 'im you pieces of shit!"
[misses again with a total of 9 http://orokos.com/roll/746915 ]
Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Wanna go in and find out?Dumarest left me a hidey hole. Maybe we are in a T&T game.....
I went ahead and rolled for Pustar: Pustar swings his mace again, this time smacking the stirge broadside, crushing the flying creature and batting it off into the woods where it will surely die.I'm feeling like I missed a round somewhere? Or maybe it's me getting confused. Pustar is still doing the thing with his mace.
Seri fires an arrow at the stirge but misses. You all hear a sickening THUNK! sound when her arrow instead lodges itself in Cacoy's buttocks. Fortunately it appears Cacoy was already dead before the arrow struck.Seri gasps and, from her kneeling position near the hollow log, tries to take another shot at any Stirges anywhere near Cacoy.
"stay away from 'im you pieces of shit!"
[misses again with a total of 9 http://orokos.com/roll/746915 ]
"There are some deep burrows in the woods not far from here," says Crocefissa. "They are large enough for men and elves."Cosar heads back to see the damage, walking past Cacoy's corpse.
"Well that wasn't the best turn of events. Elves..." he says addressing Sarbaturi and Crocefissa "...is there anywhere we can camp? I think it best not to press on to the Ogre's lair straight away"
The orc grins, baring his oversized canines, and pounds his chest, declaring, "We are strong! The weak die and the strong live to fight again!"Dumarest - nice rolling Pustar lives! Unbelievable
Pustar, exhilarated to still be breathing, mashes one of the grounded stirges into grisly pulp with his mace. He grins at a nearby orc,
"We may neither of us be much to look at my friend but we are both fierce in heart!"
"Well-met, Priest...wait, there are orcs and elves here? In the same place? Why aren't they fighting? Or did you stop to listen to my song?"
"What bard could say no to such an offer? My name be Lisgo Lancashire, First Bard of the Dwarven Halls. Who might your friends be, and what evil are we going to be fighting? Hopefully the rich kind!?"
There are four dead orcs lying on the ground. Their fellow orcs are removing any valuables, trinkets, and baubles from the bodies.Seri coughs awkwardly, and gets up.
"Poor chap", she says, gesturing to Cacoy's remains. "Well maybe my stray arrow was a gift of the gods; it might've put him out of his misery. That's not a way to go."
Her stomach grumbles when the orcs talk about eating. She looks around for any dead orcs...
"Hardly any time to. You all were quite efficient in dispatching the pests. I didn't have time to explore"Lisgo smells the air.
"I can feel you found it while hanging in reserve", he confirms. "Did you explore it?"
"OK. I'll take the place near the exit, then...I'm no stinkin' magic-user, so I'll leave the burrow-dwellers to those that are!""Okay, we're a large group that's well armed and we have magic. We take turns sleeping with one or two on watch nobody will lose much sleep. Provided that burrow doesn't house a dragon we should be okay"
The air outside is fresh, but closer you get to the burrow entrance the more fetid it smells, as of rotting vegetation or molding wood.Lisgo smells the air.