Ran by: Nin-galad

Players: Lucavi, Thistle

Death-OK

 

The sun is high overhead, indicating it to be just a little bit beyond noon or perhaps even directly on the hour. It would be much brighter, however, were it not for impressive amount of grey clouds hanging in the sky. In fact, the cloudy blanket is so thick and all-encompassing in every direction that it's as though the sky itself had suddenly given up on being blue and opted for a more sombre grey. The position of the sun is known only by the fact that a portion of the sky, a very small portion, seems to be lit from just beyond the cloudy blanket.

 

Far beneath this morose sky however is a wagon that busily trundles over a dirt road once wandered by farmers and traders. Now, by soldiers and retreating refugees. Currently it is the former, and you two are the soldiers today. A mission of mild consequence you have been tasked with; this route you ride along is in fact a supply route of sorts. Unfortunately, no supplies have been getting through it at all in the last week and it is quickly begin to grate on the nerves of those who find themselves under-stocked on the front lines. Sorely needed things like rations and bandages are in ever-increasing short supply with the siege as it rages on, and of particular interest to the high command is the lack of medical supplies. Hacked limbs are much easier to repair with stitches and bandages than with whatever happens to be handy, after all.

 

The wagon rolls to a slow stop as you approach what would appear to be a canyon as the road dips downwards rather sharply before disappearing around the bend at a sharp angle. At this end, a single soldier sits quietly near a fire cooking his lunch. This place is a check point, and as you have been informed there is another just like it at the other end of the canyon. Where the supplies have been disappearing is somewhere in between, so guess where you get to go?

 

No intelligence has been supplied on what exactly is in there raiding the caravans, but it's either a big something or a lot of smaller somethings as most went through with at least one or two armed personel.

 

None as wise, strong, or as crafty as you of course. No that'd be silly to send two fighters where three or four regular soldiers had failed. Quite silly. So very silly! Off you go.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Oh, before we get too far in, Death OK?"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "And, is there anything you wanted noted in the log for purchases?"

<OOC> Lucavi is good with Death-Ok

 

        Lucavi smiles happily, shield out and flail in hand. "Missions!" He giggles a bit, happy to be out and about again. He is not too concerned with whatever is raiding the supplies, confident that he and his partner can take care of any threats. After all, they are tough! Far tougher than normal soldiers! Also, they got the power of good humor on their side.

 

<OOC> Thistle says, "Death-okay! Also, two CLW potions,"

 

Thistle walks along with Lucavi, pacing herself easily with her new, favourite spear. A smile curves at her lips and she seems quite happy to be assigned to this, booted feet kicking up tiny poofs of dust in the cold wind. Overcast skies have never bothered her, what with not really noticing them. "It is very nice weather," she observes. "Little bit cold. Is nice, das? Makes you face hurt."

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "I take it you guys are just gonna march on in? o:"

<OOC> Lucavi says, "Of course! Invincible Team Ogre-Kicker fears no monsters!"

<OOC> Thistle omg XD

<OOC> Thistle says, "We're dumb fighters."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Roll spot and listen!"

        Lucavi smiles at Thistle, nodding a little bit. "Weather is very nice. Bit of cold will make fighting even more fun! That way, when things heat up, we will be pleasantly cooled down after battle!"

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls spot: (10)+0: 10

GAME: Lucavi rolls listen: (16)+0: 16

 

You paged Lucavi with 'You see nothing but rock and hear nothing but wind.'

 

GAME: Thistle rolls listen: (7)+5: 12

GAME: Thistle rolls spot: (13)+0: 13

 

You paged Thistle with 'Nothing but rocks and wind for you too. '

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (3)+3: 6

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (3)+3: 6

 

The wind is indeed a cool one, and it howls much more loudly here in the canyon. At least this is a viable excuse for the pair as they wander their way through it without apparently a care in the world or even a thought for the things around them. The rocky crags along the walls of the canyon are easily climbed for those with the ability, and likewise all the outcroppings piled with boulders or odd, hardy shrubbery make for excellent cover for those who might seek to waylay travellers as they pass through the canyon route.

 

The sound of a pair of arrows flitting by rises over the dull whistle of the wind, however. All they manage to do is flit anyway, as both arrows whistle harmlessly wide of the pair and sail off till they colide with the ground several yards away. The archers are revealed to be a pair of orcs, both on opposite sides of the canyon and both armed with longbows. Both are also cursing their luck and yammering at each other in their own language, as a much large orc appears in the road itself and wielding a very large, very mean-looking battle axe.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Init!"

 

===== Current Initiative Order =========

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 17                  Lucavi

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 15                  Orc3

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 9                   Orc1

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 3                   Orc2

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Thistle rolls initiative: Roll: 18 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 21

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Nice. Thistle first."

<OOC> Thistle will charge. And rage.

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+7: (8)+7: 15

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Just barely miss him."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Go ahead and pose it, Lucavi?"

<OOC> Lucavi says, "I shall whip out my bow and shoot one of the archers"

<OOC> Thistle says, "+3 str(rage), +BaB(2), +2 charg"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Roll it!"

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls weapon3: (16)+6: 22

GAME: Lucavi rolls 1d8+3: (2)+3: 5

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Still alive."

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+4: (5)+4: 9

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (12)+3: 15

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (13)+3: 16

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "And all the orcs miss."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Whenever you're done posing, it's your action again Thistle."

 

Shaking her head lightly to set her hair to shifting airily about her upturned face, Thistle laughs at the telltale whistle of arrows sailing through the wind. "Early!" She grins, and looking forward, sets her attention on the orc ahead. Rushing forward, she threatens him with her spear, just barely missing him on the first thrust.

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+5: (13)+5: 18

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Hit!"

 

        Lucavi whips out his longbow with a large smile on his face. "Enemies! Go Team Awesome!" He fires an arrow into one of the archers with a large grin. The arrow fails to hit any vitals though, and the orc doesn't fall from the shot.

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+4: (2)+4: 6

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "He's still alive."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Lucavi?"

<OOC> Lucavi says, "Arrows! XD"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Fire away."

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls weapon3: (2)+6: 8

 

<OOC> Lucavi says, "Misses!"

 

The archer that takes an arrow in the chest urks and reels back, firing his arrow off wildly into the sky and hitting absolutely nothing but ground some hundred yards away. The other is apparently just a bad shot, however, as he misses his shot entirely as well and sends the arrow skipping overtop of Lucavi's head while the orc on the ground fares no better.

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+4: (19)+4: 23

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d12+3: (5)+3: 8

 

Thistle's spear meets its target, shearing through the orc's shoulder. "It is because we inspire awe, das?" She calls back at Lucavi.

 

        Lucavi fires a second arrow at the orc he hit earlier, but the wind blows the arrow off the path and he is caught staring as it flies up and out of the canyon. "Oooo, arrow missed. Missed big." He then looks at Thistle and nods, "Yep yep!"

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (11)+3: 14

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Thistle for 8 points. 16 remaining.

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (20)+3: 23

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (10)+3: 13

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "No crit."

<OOC> Lucavi :D

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d8+2: (7)+2: 9

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Lucavi for 9 points. 12 remaining.

 

The orcs are doing much better this time around. Instead, the orc who now sports an arrow still jutting out of his shoulder fires true at Lucavi; the arrow racing through the air and down to the half-elf to collide with him solidly while the orc wielding the axe down below against Thistle also manages to score a hit as he swings his axe heavily across horizontally. Mister Bad Shot still misses, however.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Thistle!"

<OOC> Thistle says, "KEEEELL"

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+5: (15)+5: 20

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+5: (4)+5: 9

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "He is dead!"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Lucavi?"

<OOC> Lucavi says, "More arrows!"

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls weapon3: (13)+6: 19

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Hit."

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls 1d8+3: (7)+3: 10

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Dead."

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (10)+3: 13

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "And Mister Bad Shot still is a bad shot."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Pose their deaths gorily! :D"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "And then Thistle's go again. o:"

 

"AGH!" Thistle lets out a ragged cry. By now, her serape and the tunic beneath has more stitches than whole material. Staggering back a moment, she then plants her heel and shoves forward with a snarl, running the orc through and killing him. The blind barbarian twists the spear round, hurling the larger humanoid off of the spear's end and whirling round to snap her clouded gaze up toward the archers that she can hear above.

 

<OOC> Thistle says, "Is it plausible that Thistle could get up there?"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "You could certainly start climbing! O:"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "You'd get there next round."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "If you make the check."

 

        Lucavi blinks as he notices an arrow in his shoulder and winces, "Ouch! No matter! Team Awesome knows not defeat!" He notches an arrow and lets it loose at the orc. It soars through the air and explodes through the orc's skull, ending its life instantly.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Roll climb."

 

GAME: Thistle rolls climb: (14)+1: 15

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "You scramble upwards."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Lucavi."

<OOC> Lucavi says, "ALL THE ARROWS :D"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Fiiire."

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls weapon3: (6)+6: 12

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "..Miiiiss."

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (15)+3: 18

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Oh ho."

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d8+2: (3)+2: 5

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Thistle for 5 points. 11 remaining.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "He does not take kindly to you crawling at him. But you're up there anyway and could stab if you so please now."

 

Thistle drops her spear with a clatter, rushing by Lucavi and leaping up at the cliff-face. She scrambles up it as nimbly as a cat, fingers grasping at cracks in the stone and feet propelling her upwards with a flash of serape fringe. "DON'T MOVE!" She crows. "I DON'T WANT TO BE CHASINK YOU!"

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+5: (14)+5: 19

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+5: (10)+5: 15

 

        Lucavi lets loose a round of arrows at the remaining orc, but the arrow wizzes past and into the wall instead. "Darn! I missed! Get im, Thistle!"

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Well, one hit."

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d6+5: (5)+5: 10

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Alive but only just."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Lucavi?"

<OOC> Lucavi says, "Hmmm"

<OOC> Lucavi says, "ARROWS! (-4 for shooting into melee) >.>"

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls weapon3-4: (14)+6+-4: 16

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Hit."

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls 1d8+3: (8)+3: 11

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Dead."

 

Thistle kicks up her legs, vaulting onto the top of the cliff like a pole-vaulter going over a high bar. The barbarian grins, twisting with the motion and bringing out the machetes from the sheathes at her legs. One sinks into the orc's belly. Thistle quickly steps in, stepping down hard on the Orc's boot and keeping him from trying to run.

 

        Lucavi watches Thistle's movements in battle against the orc and concentrates... Followed by giggling, "PEW PEW!" He fires upon the orc, arrow zipping right past Thistle's machete and into the orc's heart. Poor bastard never even seen the arrow coming. "Yay! Got him!"

 

Thistle lifts her foot as she feels the orc stagger back, an arrow quivering in his chest. Turning round, she grins at the air somewhere above Lucavi's head, still high as a kite on the adrenaline rush of the berserking. "Are there any others?" she calls.

 

        Lucavi looks about himself for a moment, "I don't see any, but only three orcs? Must be more than that! Even foot soldiers could have given them a run for their money!" He runs a bit closer to where Thistle is at, looking around a bit. "You okay? You took a bit of a beating!"

 

The last orc falls dead with a squeal, hitting the canyon wall as he topples over quite dead and laying very still as do his two other companions. The only sound now in the canyon is one again the low breeze as three orc corpses lay quiet, still bleeding a little as evidenced by the growing puddle of dark red around all three.

 

It is unlikely, however, that these three alone were the only ones who have been hitting the caravans. Very unlikely in fact, and proven to be quite so by the sound of harsh and cruel laughter that echoes down from further in the canyon. The laughter is followed the sound of heavy, booted feet.

 

Drums, drums in the deep. They are coming.

 

<OOC> Lucavi D:

 

"I don't feel anything!" Thistle crows. And horribly, this is probably true. Which is ridiculous, as there's blood running down one leg from somewhere under her serape. At the drums, her whole face lights up in delight. More!

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "You both have time to heal, by the way."

 

        Lucavi looks up at Thistle, eyes wide. "Ooo, you must be tough! I blame ogre-killings." He blinks and looks down the canyon at hearing the noise. "Quick! I have an idea!" He starts to climb slowly up where Thistle is, notching arrows into his bow. "I will shoot-shoot em!"

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+1: (2)+1: 3

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+1: (3)+1: 4

 

<OOC> Thistle uses both now XD

 

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Thistle for -7 points. 18 remaining.

 

Thistle puffs up her chest proudly, and even with the madness a blush comes into her cheeks. "Thistle is most tough, das," she says. "We are most awesome force of... of..." She searches for the word. "Excellent-ness."

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "They're going to just keep getting closer, what are your plans. o: They'll show up soon."

<OOC> Thistle says, "How many does it sound like?"

<OOC> Thistle says, "Also how deep is the canyon below us?"

<OOC> Thistle says, "And are there any large stones? XD"

<OOC> Thistle has thoughts of crushing people to death.

<OOC> Lucavi thinks he is just gonna ready his bow to shoot them once they are in sight/range. XD

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "You're probably about.. Twenty feet up, where you're at. Sounds like about three or so."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "As for boulders, nothing very big around you. Just enough for cover really in that direction."

<OOC> Thistle chinrubs

<OOC> Thistle says, "Let's take cover behind the biggest one?"

<OOC> Thistle says, "Just to avoid arrows right away XD"

<OOC> Lucavi says, "That would be smart..."

<OOC> Lucavi will take cover

 

        Lucavi thinks for a moment once up top of the rock and slides back down and behind some cover. "I think the plan... Is to hack them to pieces!"

 

Thistle ducks down, balancing on the balls of her feet, a grin tugging at her lips. The blind barbarian is raring to leap down on the approaching orcs, waiting only to be able to locate them by sound.

 

The sounds of the orcs draw nearer, before finally giving way to the orcs themselves. The first two around the corner some hundred feet away look much the same as the three lying dead nearby did; dark coloured armour and clothing and well-built forms. They both carry very large axes as the one laying below in a puddle of his own blood did, and both look as though they are well-versed in how to use them.

 

The orc that follows behind though, makes the two walking before him look like a pair of halfings. He is easily their height and more, standing nearly ten feet tall and half-again as broad as either of them. In one hand he carries a massive and cruel hacking sword that looks as though it would be more comfortable in the grasp of some sort of giant, and his entire body is covered over in rough leather and occasional patches of steel as well as dark fur. His eyes are a bright, vicious orange unlike the red of the two orcs walking before him and he stares intently at the canyon ahead of the trio as they walk. It is readily apparently who the harsh and booming laughter belonged to.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "If you want to hide for a chance at a surprise round, you can."

<OOC> Lucavi noddles

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls hide: (17)+0: 17

GAME: Thistle rolls hide: (20)+1: 21

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+1: (6)+1: 7

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+1: (13)+1: 14

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (12)+3: 15

 

Thistle swivels silently on her heels and a flutter of serape behind her butt to face Lucavi, grinning madly. She holds out her hands. Rock paper hacky sword!

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "They can see the corpses and are suspicious, but you're hidden."

 

Lucavi matches Thistle's movements. Rock paper twang! Dang, sword beats arrow.

 

You clear initiatives.

Nin-galad has cleared initiatives.

===== Current Initiative Order =========

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 22                  Orc4

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 13                  Thistle

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 13                  Big

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 12                  Lucavi

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 3                   Orc3

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<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay, so, surprise round."

 

Thistle smacks her fist into her hand two times-- then punches Lucavi in the shoulder really hard and springs with a giggle over the rock they hide behind and plummets down toward the orcs below. "SURPRISE ASS-HOLES!"

 

<OOC> Lucavi is gonna shoot at one of the non-huge orcs

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay! o:"

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls weapon3: (11)+6: 17

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Hit."

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls 1d8+3: (6)+3: 9

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Ouch! Not quite dead though."

 

Lucavi snorts as he loses the game, jumping out of the cover as well. "I get him if you don't kill him before I kill the other two!" He launches an arrow into the side of one of the smaller orcs, though fails to drop it.

 

All three orcs blink as Thistle leaps down from cover. The two in front exchange looks like 'really?' before looking back and up at the massive orc striding in their wake. He too is staring at Thistle with a raised eyebrow before shrugging his shoulders at the other two and growling something in a deep baritone voice.

 

Unless you speak orc, you cannot understand what exactly it is. The general tone and gestures accompanying it however seem to lead to the conclusion that it may be something along the lines of "Guess this one's really stupid."

 

All three set off at once, the largest issuing forth a horrible roar that threatens to shake the very walls of the canyon before lurching forward into thudding, thunderous footfalls.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay, so.."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "They can all move 90 feet in this round. So they will be very close and within I Stab You distance next round."

<OOC> Thistle says, "I'll attack that orc that's close"

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+5: (9)+5: 14

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+5: (15)+5: 20

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Second one hits!"

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d6+6: (6)+6: 12

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Dead!"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Lucavi?"

<OOC> Lucavi is gonna arrow it

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls weapon3: (7)+6: 13

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "..Miiiiss."

 

"grRAGH!" Thistle lands before the first of the orcs and surges forward with a yell. One machete flashes out and with a whirl she brings it 'round with all her strength behind it, cleaving the orc's head from his shoulders. "Come van get me!"

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay, so, top of the round. Orc4 is dead so it is Thistle and.. MISTER BIG."

 

        Lucavi fires an arrow at the wounded orc, but it goes a bit wide and misses, "Uh oh! Watch out down there, Thistle!"

 

<OOC> Thistle says, "I'll pick up my spear and stick him with it! XD"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay."

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+7: (16)+7: 23

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+7: (15)+7: 22

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Well you hit! And so does he."

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 2d8+4: (7)+4: 11

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Thistle for 11 points. 7 remaining.

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+5: (1)+5: 6

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Roll reflex!"

 

GAME: Thistle rolls reflex: (15)+3: 18

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20: (11): 11

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20: (17): 17

 

<OOC> Lucavi says, "Was that me too?"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "No you're fine."

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d8: (4): 4

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "And the little orc is dead."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Boulders!"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Carrying on, Lucavi, your turn."

<OOC> Lucavi says, "How far away is the big-bad?"

<OOC> Lucavi says, "Close enough to move and charge?"

<OOC> Lucavi says, "AKA, 60 feet?"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Hrm.."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Well, you'd have to get down off that perch first."

<OOC> Lucavi says, "No matter! I shall jump down, take the falling damage, and charge with my greatsword! Ahahahaaa!"

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 2d6: (11): 11

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Lucavi for 6 points. 6 remaining.

GAME: Lucavi rolls tumble: Trained Use Only: 0

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "First 5 is non-lethal due to fall damage. And no tumble, so the rest is damage."

<OOC> Lucavi says, "Ouchies"   

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls weapon1+2: (16)+6+2: 24

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Hit!"

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls 2d6+6: (6)+6: 12

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Nice! Still very alive though."

 

        Lucavi looks as he notices Thistle in a bit more trouble than he would like. "I'm coming, Thistle!" He jumps off the ledge, landing on his feet in what could be described as extremely painful. However, he stays up and charges, whipping out his greatsword with lightning speed and slashing the orc across the chest, though the orc still stands.

 

Thistle falls back against the stone as the Orc commander shrugs off her attack and cuts into her, shattering her collarbone. Even with her spear sticking into his leg, the slash is nasty, and Thistle reels visibly even through the rage, teeth bared in a grimace of pain. "Lucavin!" She snarls, not seeing him jump down so much as hearing the rocks fall.

 

The orc takes the blow from Thistle at the same time he returns with a bone-shattering overhand chop of his own. The spear does not appear to bother him, as he merely bares his yellowed teeth in a very nasty grin at Thistle while delivering his strike. The grin fades when he hears the sound of rumbling, however. He turns his head in time just to see some boulders knocked loose from the canyon wall tumbling towards all three of them. He, with his impressive bulk, merely swing his sword at the rock that threatens him the most and shears it cleanly. His partner is not nearly so lucky, and with a shriek he is crushed asunder beneath a rolling boulder and squashed across the canyon floor.

 

His defense against the boulder has left him open, however, and Lucavi's strike takes him rather off-guard as well as produces an extremely loud roar of rage from the massive orc.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay, so it is Theestle and Mister Big again."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Whoooose he gonna hit! :D"

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d2: (2): 2

 

<OOC> Lucavi makes mocking faces?

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+7: (17)+7: 24

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 2d8+4: (6)+4: 10

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Thistle for 10 points. -3 remaining.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Thistle, you must achieve Great Victory. "

<OOC> Thistle puuufff!

<OOC> Lucavi says, "you must! It is your destiny! XD"

<OOC> Thistle will attack. XD

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+7: (18)+7: 25

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+5: (5)+5: 10

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "..So close."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Lucavi!"

<OOC> Lucavi brandishes his greatsword. "ATTACK!"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Everything rests on your shoulders now."

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls weapon1: (10)+6: 16

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Hit."

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls 2d6+6: (8)+6: 14

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "DEAD. "

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Thistle, roll 1d100."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "10 or less and you stabilize."

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d100: (60): 60

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "And no, you bleed. "

 

Staggering, her tousled hair fallen forward before her eyes and over her shoulders in a white mane, Thistle struggles to cling to consciousness. The ground bucks beneath her feet, and bleeding great gouts of blood, she falls forward with the spear still clutched in her hands, ramming it into the Orc with her falling wieght behind it before her hands slip off and she collapses. Bare knees hit the ground, and then Thistle is down, face-first in front of the bellowing orc.

 

        Lucavi's eyes fill with anger at seeing his partner fall. "No one hurts my partner, you big jerk!" He swings the greatsword across in a full 360 circle, slashing cleanly through the orc and leaving the monster in half.

"Thistle!" He drops the weapon and checks to make sure she is still alive. He starts attempting to mend her wounds quickly.

 

<OOC> Lucavi is gonna try to heal check Thistle? XD

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Sure. "

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls heal: (1)+-1: 0

 

<OOC> Lucavi fails hard XD

<OOC> Thistle says, "Another d100? XD"

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d100: (43): 43

 

<OOC> Lucavi attempts another heal? >.>

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Go for it."

 

GAME: Lucavi rolls heal: (18)+-1: 17

 

<OOC> Lucavi says, "Ha!"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "She lives!"

 

        After Lucavi manages to stop staring at Thistles IMPRESSIVE- ahem, wounds... He starts to patch her up effectively and then lifts the woman onto his back. "Oomph... Gonna be a long walk." He is giggling weakly, though. Team Awesome AKA Team Ogre-Kicker never fails.

 

When Lucavi makes it back out of the canyon, the soldier as well as the wagon that brought the pair of you there will still be waiting. Thistle is easily loaded onto a comfortable portion of it and the wagon-driver puts the reigns to the lone horse to set it off at a quick trot. Solmnus will be within sight before long, and proper medical care will be found for poor Thistle.