Chapter 8 - Orc Recon

[onlyme]

Dandelion

Well, lets get through here as fast as possible. I need money, not eternal damnation.

[Storm11]

Tempus will lead the others around the town. Though fearful of undead his training and faith mean that he is all for wiping out any undead menace he finds, for it is a very a front to nature.

He wishes his elder good luck in her scouting and heads off around the outskirts of the town, sling ready

[media_junkie]

Lorilee nods her head in acceptance of the order given. She then follows Tempus to get ahead of the group. Once she looks back and notices she and Tempus are a good distance ahead she peels off from Tempus to put a sixty foot spread between her and him. She has her bow in hand, and sweeps her head back and forth constantly scanning the area, and stopping at times to listen for any unusual sounds, or even the lack of sounds altogether.

[tkrexx]

I think maybe that guy, he was kilt by them bat-bugs, yeahh, Hyde mutters, to himself mostly. Someone ought explain the "Snooze Missile" to them Elves, hah? So they know to go charging in first when the plan is called for? Maybe leave me upright for the fight for a change. Them Sambords, they say a gob of Half-Orcs is working with the Orcs now, something to think about. He peers back at Dandelion. Them Sambords, they know me, but you be careful once we get there, yeahh, real careful. They'll be suspicious of you, just cuz they ain't seen ya before.

[onlyme]

Dandelion attempts to hide her discomfort in the warning...

I will just dazzle them with my smile. If that dont work, a few twirls and a melody or two will have them eating out of my hands.

[enn.in.me]

Yenny smiles. "You get 'em girl!"

[AleBelly]

Tempus and Lorilee lead the party southwest to avoid the town. 15 minutes after the invisible Hellebore melts into the woods (her eagle circling above), the party hears the screeching of her eagle to the east...maybe 300 yards away

actions?

[enn.in.me]

Yenny looks around at the others and starts jogging to the east, going from tree to tree.

[tkrexx]

Hyde looks to the sound then nods to Angus. He will follow the Ranger silently, bow at the ready.

[Storm11]

Tempus will follow through the trees heading towards the initiate of his order, or at least her eagle sling still ready

[Zhym]

Angus nods back at Hyde, draws Bloody Useless, and sets off in the direction of the screeching.

[media_junkie]

Lorilee follows Tempus, staying sixty feet off to his right. She continues to have her short bow ready and is still sweeping her head from side to side (and up) to scan the area they are travelling through.

[Zorroroaster]

Arnulf follows behind Angus and Hyde, rummaging in his satchel as he goes.

[onlyme]

Dandelion likewise follows.

[Nuke66]

Galan follows as well, clearly taking a back seat to the rest of the gregarious group.

[AleBelly]

The party heads east towards the eagle's distressed cry. Only a minute or two later, they are heartened to see it coming right towards them. Its wings beat rhythmically...steadily...but a little too fast. This registers just as a flock of large birds, as big as the eagle itself, are seen in pursuit. But these wings flail and pump. The birds dip and swerve.

These are not graceful avians.

These are not birds.

These are more of those damnable batsquitos.

They come into view - a throng roughly 100' wide. There must be a dozen and a half of them. The grawk in frustration as the eagle puts more space between itself and its pursuers.

Then one batsquito happens to look down. It emits a shriller grawk. Perhaps one of joy, if they are capable of feeling it. Sensing easier prey, they dip below the treeline, 160' away. The klatch of batsquitos, 17 strong, close in on the party quickly. They will close ground in less than a minute!

Actions?

Date: 18 Hewing, Year 42
Time: 11:18
Conditions: 34F, damp and grey, northwest wind at 10 mph, 6 inches of snow on the ground
Known Spells in Effect: Hellebore is invisible
Light bearers: Sun
Intended Direction of Travel: 165 degree bearing, bound initially by canal to their left, 1.2 mph, 2.6 miles traveled today
Injury Status: None

[Zhym]

"Arnulf!" cries Angus as he aims Bloody Useless at the throng. "Snooze them buggers when they're in range!"

The ranger waits for the batsquitos to close to medium range, then fires his bow. Looking up into the sky, he fails to notice a slimy rock by his foot. He slips! "Dagnabbit!" he cries as he flies ass-over-teakettle, landing on his back with a dull thump. He doesn't move.

Short bow (THAC0 18): TH: [1d20] = 3, Dmg: [1d6] = 1, Crit: [1d100] = 5 Oh poopie. That'll be a critical miss.
Fumble! [1d100] = 16. "0-19 slip; roll dexterity or less on d20 or fall and stunned for 1-4 rounds," unless AleBelly's modifiers say different.
Slip? (≥12=Yes): [1d20] = 12 Dammit!
Stunned: [1d4] = 1 Coulda been worse.

[Zorroroaster]

Arnulf swallows the lump in his throat as he watches the oncoming flock in horror. He pulls a feather from his satchel and brandishes it like a sword, yelling to the others as he does so.

"Stay together! If we keep close, I can get more of them. Wait for it... Wait for it... Now!"

Arnulf will do his best to time the release of his Sleep spell to hit the flock of batsquitos when they are 60 feet away, directing the spell at the spot in the group that looks most dense.

Sleep spell vs batsquitos: [2d4] = 6

[Storm11]

Tempus will call to the elements and connect with the spirit of the land itself. Arcs of lightning flickering within his eyes he will call to the plant life to awake and ensnare the oncoming creatures as they skim through the foliage towards the group, timing it to get as many as he can within range in the forty foot sphere.

[media_junkie]

Lorilee fires her short bow twice at the nearest batsquito.

Short Bow (THAC0 16): TH: [1d20] = 3, Dmg: [1d6] = 1

Short Bow (THAC0 16): TH: [1d20] = 5, Dmg: [1d6] = 6

Crit rolls:

1st Shot Crit [1d100] = 49

2nd Shot Crit [1d100] = 61