Bloody Elves
There have been... things out in the woods. Unnatural creatures yes, but of late something darker has been stalking the forest. Pale creatures that shine in the moon. They've been described as elves, but the elves themselves claim that no such attacks against those living close to the woods has come from them. So you've been sent to a small village in the woods near Alexandria. The last six nights running they've been attacked by these elves. Most of the villagers have been killed trying to protect what little is valuable, and those who remain and are too weak or injured to themselves be moved.
Morgan enters the village making sure her ears are pinned under her hair in a bun like style. She is hoping to find the contact for this mission as she has a few questions.
The armored Ork marches into the village peering around his eyes mere slits in the depths of his skull like helm. "Wot dis? Looks like we a bit late here, hah?" His chilling laugh echos in the metal of his helmet. "So glowing elves eh? Haven't gotten me a elven skull in a long time, ya? Gonna put it right here so it got the best show." Baz makes a motion towards a blood stained hook right over his codpiece.
Lucy looks around with wide eyes at the village. "There's so few people left here," she ventures, voice hushed. "Normally you'd expect a village like this to be full of life and people."
A wee, furred person sits atop Baz's massive frame, clinging to the Orc's shoulder as he walks along. "It's kind of weird.", Murder comments, looking to Lucy, before glancing to Baz. "Well... they might not be elves, yeah? What people think they see running around in the dark isn't always what is actually running around in the dark."
The armored Ork snorts. "Hah, ya scared softies make up all kinda monsters in da dark." He replies to Murder. "Dis monster though, dis one can kill can't it? I suppose if I weren't here ta fight I'd be trying ta mend some of these people. But dey ain't fight'in. Kor would be pissed if I wasted his rage on those who aren't gonna join the game."
It's not hard to tell who's in charge. She's the only able-bodied person left, and she's got all the other people cooped up inside the town hall. It's not a big building, but it does look like a fairly defensible one. There's only a few windows that have already been boarded up, and the front door which is open to allow her to welcome you to what's left. She passes a short glance at Baz. She doesn't look pleased with his statement. Maybe because most of who's left are the elderly and children. Those that aren't are heavily injured and couldn't fight if they wanted to. "Just set up wherever you please. Those damidable elves will be here soon enough."’
Raethon says, "Elves?" Rae says. "Should I be offended? Or do you mean a certain set of elves?"
Morgan nods to Lucy but says "I am concerned about the glowing part, I think they are Fae, and if they look like Elves they could be Sidhe. And I really hope they are not."
Lucy thinks about that for a moment. "Okay, I'll bite. What's so bad about Sidhe?"
The furs start to come off then, and Murder leaps down from her spot on Baz's shoulder. She eyes the woman up and down. "Where did they come from, when the attacked? All around, or from a specific direction? Maybe we can gather some information before they come. It might be useful." The Gobbo peers at Lucy. "Uh, if a bunch of them broke into your home and killed your family... would that be an appropriate answer to your question? The people here probably didn't give a rats arse before this started happening."
"Right." Baz says to the able-bodied woman in charge. "How do dey fight? Magic? Arrows? They come in close and stab ya?" His right hand reaches into one of his pouches and he draws out some red paint and a few feathers. Then reaches up and begins painting a symbol on the back of Murder's armor. "'Old still a moment. I'm not going in ta battle wit me own daughter if she's not ready."
GAME: Baz da Ork casts Magic Vestment. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16
Morgan says softly "They tend to be more of the higher born of the fae, and they are a bit harder to kill." She then adds "Expect them to shrug damage like demons when attacked with non magical weapons."
Raethon says, "Well...that'll be a pain in the rear." He says with a sigh."
Lucy holds up her little hands. "Don't get me wrong, I know they're evil and we'll have to put an end to them," she flsshes a confident (she hopes) smile at the nearest villager, then turns back to the party and gestures at Morgan with a nod. "I was just wondering do they have some especially nasty tricks."
The woman levels a look at Raethon. "I mean the bloody elves that have been attacking us six days now. Every night they come with claws like knives and attack. At first it was just the animals but soon enough it was people." She looks haunted as she recounts the horror's she's seen. "I saw one bite a man's neck and spill his blood. Lapped it up like a dog."
Out in the distance a dog barks as if on cue and the woman looks toward the sound tense.
"They'll be coming now. That's the dogs warning us." A few seconds later a handful of dogs come pouring in, all of them looking half terrified.
Raethon says, "That sounds more like a vampire than an elf. but then I don't know all of this. I'd need a bit more time to study. But......we need to take these things out now...."
Morgan nods "Just remember what I said I think might be 60 percent right."
Murder manages to look embarrassed when Baz casts his spell. "Baaaaaaaaaaaz.", she says in a sing-song manner. "You don't have to do that." A quick hug later, she grins toothily. "But thank you, as always." The Gobbo eyes the dogs that come running in. "Vampires? Oh goodie. There's a lot at stake here. Rather, lots of things we're going to stake here..."
Raethon says, "Let's not worry about how right we are, but how dead they should be."
"Nothing wrong wit a good bit of blood drinking." Baz murmurs as he finishes painting the holy symbol on the back of Murder's armor. Imparting a faint pulse of divine energy to help protect the Goblin. "Yes I do, besides." He replies to Murder. "You're a right little monster on the field. Kor respects that." Then reaching behind his back he taps the arcane quiver there and summons his massive compound bow and an arrow to his hands. "Well then lets see if we can catch one in the face 'fore it gets too close den right?" Notching the arrow he tests the strength of his bow, his arms flexing as he draws back on the compound rigging making the bow sound more like a ballista as it's put under tension.
The Gobbo eyes Baz and his massive bow, and there's a hint of envy in her eyes. "Am I, Baz? A right little monster?" She grins toothily then. "Did you yank a balista off of a castle somewhere, da?" Murder looks to Morgan then. "I hope you're loaded up with fire spells. If they're vampires, they'll burn well."
Morgan says, "well lets hope it will be easy to track down and deal with"
As you stand readied a group of at least six elves is skittering toward you. Low to the ground they are garbed in hunters clothing. They are pale enough that the light of the moon reflects off of them, making them seem to glow. They could have been normal elves if not for the way that they seem to have clawed hands and an unnatural fevour to their eyes.
GAME: Raethon casts Overland Flight. Caster Level: 10 DC: 21 GAME: Raethon casts Fireball. Caster Level: 10 DC: 19 GAME: Raethon rolls 10d6: (28): 28 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+10: (10)+10: 20 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+10: (16)+10: 26 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+10: (8)+10: 18 GAME: Baz da Ork casts Prayer. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16
"Aww right, na wait'in on the fight!" Baz roars as the enemy appears in force. He grins at Murder. "Meh, no castle around here strong enough for dis bow. Now." He holds his right hand out, the symbol of kor stylized into the palm of his glove. "KOR, AIDE US IN OUR BATTLE! HELP US TURN THIS TIDE! HINDER OUR ENEMIES AS WE OFFER THEIR LIVES UP FOR YOUR FIRE, FOR YOUR RAGE!" The pulse of divine energy flows outwards over the battle field, emanating from the Ork Cleric for the next few rounds. Rae actually spots the 'elves' and throws a bead in their direction. he manages to cause a fairly large explosion to hit three of them.
GAME: Lucy rolls weapon8-10: (15)+14+-10: 19 GAME: Lucy rolls 1d3+3: (2)+3: 5
The elves move closer with unnatural speed, quickly closing the distance between you.
Lucy steps between larger party members so that she's more or less on the front line. She draws her dagger left-handed but pauses. She squints and the tip of her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she tries to account for distance and wind conditions. Finally she hurls the weapon, a high arcing throw that actually strikes one of the onrushing creatures. Almost as soon as it hits the dagger vanishes, appearing almost instantly in Lucy's hand once more.
GAME: Murder casts Fire Breath. Caster Level: 7 DC: 15 GAME: Morgan casts Overland Flight. Caster Level: 10 DC: 22 GAME: Morgan casts Haste. Caster Level: 10 DC: 20
The Gobbo cheers Baz on as he calls down Kor's blessing. Then she pulls a small, red pepper from her pack, and mashes it into her mouth. Her cheeks redden, and she fans at her open mouth. "Hot hot hot... yanno, I found out I don't have ta eat these... but... they're so good." She drools messily as she begins to mutter something in Goblin-talk. "Ooh yeah... come to Murder. She has some fiah for you."
Morgan floats in the air "I think I was wrong, but be careful about the shrugging off damage as I said before." After that is said she says a few words that makes everyone feel faster.
GAME: Raethon casts Black Tentacles. Caster Level: 10 DC: 20 GAME: Raethon rolls 1d20+10+4+1: (6)+10+4+1: 21 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+7: (16)+7: 23 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+7: (19)+7: 26 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d8+7: (8)+7: 15 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d8+7: (8)+7: 15
With a grunt the big Ork raises his bow and draws it back. His arms straining with the effort that puts it at the very limit of his immense strength. -THOOM- the first arrow hammers off, and with magically aided speed from Morgan a second arrow is hammered out a second later. -THOOM-. Both arrows arcing into the on rushing enemy with punishing force.
GAME: Lucy rolls weapon8-10+1+1: (11)+14+-10+1+1: 17
Lucy throws her dagger again but this time it overshoots and is lost amidst the horrific black tentacles. But once more it appears in Lucy's hand. She draws her rapier now, and shifts into her dueling stance with her body turned slightly to the side, rapier held forward to stab or ward off blows.
GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (1)+12: 13 (EPIC FAIL) GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (15)+12: 27 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (4)+12: 16 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (12)+12: 24 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (10)+12: 22 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (11)+12: 23 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (4)+5: 9 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (6)+5: 11 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (2)+5: 7 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (1)+5: 6
The elves quickly close the distance and it's clear that they /are/ elves. Perhaps not natural ones. There is something obviously wrong with them. Their hands have turned to claws and their eyes are hollow sunken things. They look feral. That's exactly the word that comes to mind in fact, like a revelation. Quick as elves can be they lash out. One of them manages to hit Baz with a glancing blow while another hits Lucy harder. That's not nearly as bad as Murder however who faces two who cut deep gashes in the smaller combatant.
GAME: Murder rolls 4d6: (20): 20 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+10: (15)+10: 25 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+10: (4)+10: 14 GAME: Morgan rolls Knowledge/Nature: (2)+11: 13
Murder squawks as she's rushed by two of the 'elves', and grunts as one of them digs its claws into her. She hops a step to the side and hiccups out a great burst of flame, catching both in the conflagration.
GAME: Morgan casts Scorching Ray. Caster Level: 10 DC: 19 GAME: Morgan rolls ranged+2: (8)+8+2: 18 GAME: Morgan rolls ranged+2: (11)+8+2: 21 GAME: Morgan rolls 4d6: (16): 16 GAME: Morgan rolls 4d6: (12): 12
Morgan is 40 feet in the air as she launches two firy bolts hitting one of what she thinks is Fae "Give up we are well practiced people of our fields." <sylvan>
GAME: Raethon casts Stoneskin. Caster Level: 10 DC: 22
Flying down behind Murder, Rae has already said a few spidery words. Once Murder's skin and armor starts to shine, he says to her. "Be like your namesake.....kill them."
GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+10: (20)+10: 30 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+10: (6)+10: 16 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+10: (17)+10: 27 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d8+12: (2)+12: 14 GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1: (8)+15+1+1: 25 GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1: (18)+15+1+1: 35 (THREAT) GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1-5: (13)+15+1+1+-5: 25 GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1: (13)+15+1+1: 30
Pure unadulterated rage courses through the big Ork as Murder is hit right in front of him. Ignoring the pain of his injuries he releases the bow, which is returned to the arcane quiver on his hip and draws his large battle axe. A massive savage chop takes the head clean off the most injured elf, the second swing passes harmlessly through the space it's neck once occupied. "RAAAAAAAAARRGGGH!" Bellows the monstrous Ork, the scream echoing through his close helm.
GAME: Lucy rolls 1d4+15: (2)+15: 17 GAME: Lucy rolls 2d4+22: (5)+22: 27 GAME: Lucy rolls 1d4+15: (1)+15: 16 GAME: Murder rolls perception: (10)+13: 23 GAME: Lucy rolls perception: (1)+14: 15 (EPIC FAIL) GAME: Raethon rolls perception: (11)+14: 25 GAME: Morgan rolls perception: (6)+13: 19 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls perception: (18)+6: 24
Lucy flinches back as she's struck. But she takes it in stride, nodding to herself as if she's learned something. She rushes forward, her rapier jabbing almost faster than the eye can follow. Only the small puncture wounds appearing on the feral elf's chest show that she actually struck him and where.
GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (7)+12: 19 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (12)+12: 24 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (20)+12: 32 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (9)+12: 21 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (18)+12: 30 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (10)+12: 22 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (3)+12: 15 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (17)+12: 29 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (5)+12: 17 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (10)+12: 22 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (4)+5: 9 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (4)+5: 9 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (3)+5: 8 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (2)+5: 7 GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1: (3)+15+1+1: 20 GAME: Lucy spends ONE point of PANACHE.
The elves go wild, furiously attacking Lucy and Murder. Their strikes draw blood in droves, but the remaining one facing Baz has worse luck, and none of its strikes land.
GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (6)+5: 11 GAME: Murder rolls weapon10: (17)+11: 28 GAME: Murder rolls weapon10: (11)+11: 22 GAME: Murder rolls 1d10+4: (5)+4: 9 GAME: Murder rolls 1d10+4: (4)+4: 8 GAME: Morgan casts Baleful Polymorph. Caster Level: 10 DC: 22 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+14: (11)+14: 25
Murder blinks as Raethon touches her back and she's part way turned around before the spell starts to take hold. "Excuuuuse m... oh." She eyes her skin and looks to be about to experimentally chew on one of her fingers, when Baz suddenly bellows and takes the head of one of the elves. She echos his yell a few moments later, though, a bit more high pitched and squeaky. The Goblin wades into close combat and whacks away at one of the elves.
Morgan says while floating over the elven freaks. "What the hell are you." Said as she follows up a spell that makes one of the attacking monsters to look red for a second but it fights off the spell. "One day that will work."
GAME: Raethon casts Greater Flaming Sphere. Caster Level: 10 DC: 20 GAME: Raethon rolls 6d6: (23): 23 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+10: (3)+10: 13 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+10: (14)+10: 24 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+10: (19)+10: 29 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+10: (20)+10: 30 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+10: (6)+10: 16
Raethon flies back into the air and puts a sphere of fire behind Lucy's enemies. Only one of them catches on fire.
GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d8+12: (7)+12: 19 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d8+12: (5)+12: 17 GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1: (6)+15+1+1: 23 GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1: (16)+15+1+1: 33 (THREAT) GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1-5: (9)+15+1+1+-5: 21 GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1: (19)+15+1+1: 36 (THREAT) GAME: Lucy rolls 1d4+15: (2)+15: 17 GAME: Lucy rolls 1d4+15: (4)+15: 19 GAME: Lucy rolls 2d4+23: (5)+23: 28
Working like a well oiled team Baz orients off Murder's motions. As she slashes up into the monstrous elf the big armored ork shifts behind and cleaves down. His axe flashing in the dim light as he tries to cut down the inscrutable enemy.
Lucy continues stabbing the feral elf, this time creating a line of stab wounds that crosses the first. "Getting warmer, warmer," she murmurs until finally with the last stab, "Here! This must be the heart!" The feral elf falls and Lucy looks at the tip of her rapier. "Wait, or was that the spleen. It was hard to tell! They're hunched over!"
GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+8: (17)+8: 25 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d8+10: (6)+10: 16 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (5)+12: 17 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (2)+12: 14 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (8)+12: 20 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (3)+12: 15 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (7)+12: 19 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (3)+12: 15 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (17)+12: 29 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (8)+12: 20 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (1)+5: 6 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (4)+5: 9 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (1)+5: 6 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (1)+5: 6 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (2)+5: 7
The elves continue their attack, failing to draw blood. Save one. One that makes it's way past Baz to the front door of the shelter and cuts down the woman who stands there protecting it.
GAME: Murder rolls weapon10: (16)+11: 27 GAME: Murder rolls weapon10: (16)+11: 27 GAME: Murder rolls 1d10+3: (8)+3: 11 GAME: Murder rolls 1d10+3: (9)+3: 12
The Gobbo eyes the one elf that runs away from Baz, and blinks as a few blows bounce off of her body. She snarls then, as the woman falls, and turns back to the things beating on her, bringing her sword up and down upon it. "You gotta SAVE her, Baz!", she yells out. "We'll be okay!"
GAME: Morgan casts Scorching Ray. Caster Level: 10 DC: 19 GAME: Morgan rolls ranged+2: (13)+8+2: 23 GAME: Morgan rolls ranged+2: (9)+8+2: 19 GAME: Morgan rolls 4d6: (15): 15 GAME: Morgan rolls 4d6: (12): 12
Morgan sighs "I think the fae upgraded them." She then sends two rays of crackling fire hurting it.
GAME: Raethon rolls 6d6: (25): 25 GAME: Raethon casts Scorching Ray. Caster Level: 10 DC: 18 GAME: Raethon rolls ranged+1: (5)+8+1: 14 GAME: Raethon rolls ranged+1: (2)+8+1: 11 GAME: Raethon rolls 4d6: (14): 14 GAME: Raethon rolls 4d6: (15): 15
With Murder doing her thing, Rae looks over towards his orb, which is still burning...and he fires a pair of rays at the enemy there. "Finish him, Lucy."
GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+8: (13)+8: 21 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+8: (14)+8: 22 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d8+12: (5)+12: 17 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d8+10: (8)+10: 18 GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1-2: (20)+15+1+1+-2: 35 (THREAT) GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1-2: (15)+15+1+1+-2: 30 (THREAT) GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1-2-5: (12)+15+1+1+-2+-5: 22 GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1-2: (10)+15+1+1+-2: 25 GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1-2: (16)+15+1+1+-2: 31 (THREAT) GAME: Lucy rolls 2d4+15+8+8: (3)+15+8+8: 34 GAME: Lucy rolls 2d4+15+8+8: (5)+15+8+8: 36 GAME: Lucy rolls 1d4+15: (1)+15: 16
"RAAAAAAAR!" Baz races after the running elf. His axe waving in the air over his head and he thumps along the ground in his armor. "RAAAAAAAR!" He goes past empty windows, down beaten paths. Then finally managing to overtake the elf he barrels into his hacking and chopping with his axe. "KOR HAS A SPECIAL PLACE FOR COWARDS! IT'S DARK AND SMELLS BAD!"
Lucy lines up her rapier with head of the elf facing her. Faster than a bolt of lightning she lunges, stabbing it through an eye. She yanks her blade free and then before it can fall she stabs it through the other eye. "Someone block the dooooor!" she wails.
GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (6)+12: 18 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (20)+12: 32 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (12)+12: 24 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (14)+12: 26 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (5)+12: 17 GAME: Aftershock rolls 3d6+15: (12)+15: 27
The elves are uncaring of the effectiveness of their attacks. Uncaring of their allies dropping like flies. Something is seriously wrong with them. Baz is close enough to watch the one closest to him bite the woman on the neck, lifting her off the ground to drink her blood like a thirsty man drinks at water.
GAME: Murder rolls 2d6: (9): 9 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+10: (18)+10: 28 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+10: (6)+10: 16 GAME: Morgan casts Scorching Ray. Caster Level: 10 DC: 19 GAME: Morgan rolls ranged+2: (20)+8+2: 30 (THREAT) GAME: Morgan rolls ranged+2: (9)+8+2: 19 GAME: Morgan rolls 8d6: (27): 27 GAME: Morgan rolls 8d6: (32): 32
Murder belches noisily, and lets out another gout of fire into the faces of the elves. "Whomever or whatever made these things is gonna pay!", she squeaks.
Morgan knows Murder is safe but does not like that she has two on her. She sends two bolts that the elf right in the neck and removes the head from the body "Damn never thought I could of done that with that spell."
GAME: Raethon casts Ear-Piercing Scream. Caster Level: 10 DC: 17 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (15)+12: 27 GAME: Raethon rolls +roll 5d6: +(roll 17): 17 GAME: Raethon rolls 5d6: (15): 15
Rae stays above Murder, and screams at the top of his lungs. So high that only that one 'elf' can hear it....and it does a lot of damage.......
GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+8: (17)+8: 25 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+8: (6)+8: 14 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d8+10: (5)+10: 15
The big Ork continues to try and end the monstrous elf's existence, chop, miss! Black blood on his flashing axe!
GAME: Lucy rolls acrobatics+1d6: 13+(4): 17 GAME: Lucy rolls 1d20+13+1d6: (4)+13+(2): 19 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (7)+12: 19 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (12)+12: 24 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (8)+12: 20 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (8)+12: 20
Lucy sees another elf fall. But the gnome keeps casting worried looks at the door. Unable to bear the thought of one of the creatures somehow getting inside among the sick and wounded, she breaks away from the main fight and rushes to the door, diving and rolling past the elf (and the body of the poor woman) before rising to stand in front of the door, rapier ready.
GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (3)+5: 8 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (2)+5: 7
The elves continue their attack, but their wild swings hit nothing.
GAME: Murder rolls weapon10: (7)+11: 18 GAME: Murder rolls weapon10: (19)+11: 30 (THREAT) GAME: Murder rolls weapon10: (11)+11: 22 GAME: Murder rolls weapon10: (19)+11: 30 (THREAT) GAME: Murder rolls 1d10+3: (2)+3: 5 GAME: Murder rolls 2d10+6: (8)+6: 14 GAME: Morgan casts Magic Missile. Caster Level: 10 DC: 18 GAME: Morgan rolls 5d4+5: (8)+5: 13
The Gobbo huffs. "These things are like tryin' t'chop down an oak with knife." She brings her sword up and down several more times besides. "Just die!"
Morgan sends five blue bolts at the one elf thing only hurting it.
GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+8: (20)+8: 28 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+8: (10)+8: 18 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d20+8: (5)+8: 13 GAME: Baz da Ork rolls 1d8+10: (3)+10: 13
"Waargh, Warrgh, Waaargh." The big Ork begins to pant as he continues to try and finish off this monstrous elf. His axe going up and down as it seems to never be enough to finally finish the creature.
GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1-2: (20)+15+1+1+-2: 35 (THREAT) GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1-2: (11)+15+1+1+-2: 26 GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1-2-5: (7)+15+1+1+-2+-5: 17 GAME: Lucy rolls weapon2+1+1-2: (20)+15+1+1+-2: 35 (THREAT) GAME: Lucy rolls 2d4+15+8+8: (3)+15+8+8: 34 GAME: Lucy rolls 1d4+15+4: (3)+15+4: 22
Lucy stands on the other side of the elf from Baz. She sees an opportunity and stabs her rapier through the creature's neck. Then with the blade still embedded in the thing's throat, she grabs the hilt with both hands and uses it to lever the monstrous form away from the woman's body. Only then does she yank the rapier free.
GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (17)+12: 29 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+12: (1)+12: 13 (EPIC FAIL) GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+5: (3)+5: 8
The last elf leaves the momentarily distracted Murder and rushes Baz headlong. It manages to hit the oruch in the back with its long wicked claws.
GAME: Morgan rolls ranged+2: (13)+8+2: 23 GAME: Morgan rolls ranged+2: (15)+8+2: 25 GAME: Morgan rolls 4d6: (16): 16 GAME: Morgan rolls 4d6: (10): 10
Morgan holds one hand to her chest as she holds her other hand at the last target for a few seconds she gives off a deep blue aura. When she says the arcane words two slightly bigger than normal red rays fly out at the chest of the last elf leaving a hole in it.
GAME: Morgan rolls knowledge/arcana: (16)+19: 35
Panting, Baz looks over his trio of bleeding wounds and stomps over to the first elf he killed. Inspecting the body with a knowing eye he lifts the decapitated head from the ground and slams it down on one of the hook like spikes at his waist. His newest gruesome trophy on his hip as he sets about healing the wounded.
Rae clicks his tongue. "So THIS is the crap I've been hearing about all over the city. Isn't this from that warehouse that had that asshole lord I've been hearing about? I don't want to repeat his name for respect of the lady with me."
Morgan eyes goes wide as she’s heard of the pools of icor changing things. She then looks to Baz. "Mister Baz please take that head off and clean the blood before you keep it, just to be safe."
Lucy kneels next to the woman, staring with dismay at her half-eaten body. "Why didn't she stay inside where it was safe?" She asks, voice choking with emotion. "We were here so she wouldn't have to face them. That was our job..."
Sullenly the big Ork removes the head from it's place of honor on his hip and tosses it to the ground. "Bragh." He grunts, ripping some near by material from a window, table, stall and wipes at the blood on the hook. "Nawt right, trophies are for wear'n."
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