Adventure 11: Looking for Waaaaaugh in all the Wrong Places

[Ebiris]

Loot

Magic Items -500gp ID costs

Dagger +1 (2,000gp)
Dagger of Wounding +1 (18,000gp)
Ring of Dessication (15,000gp)
- This wondrous ring permanently confers the benfits of both Water Breathing and Water Walking when worn.
Gloves of Dexterity +2 (4,000gp)
Amulet of Natural Armour +2 (8,000gp)

Note Vrischika will buy the Ring of Dessication for 25k. Otherwise it can be sold at the usual half price to anyone else.

Experience

Challenging the Champion to single combat - 500XP
Jumspug (Rogue/Invisible Blade 5/5) - 4,050XP

[Ebiris]

[15:04] <Ebiris> After their most recent adventure, the brave trio of Alveria, Amonet, and Gourash return to Silverymoon so they can sell their hard won loot and recuperate before embarking on a quest for the Ring of Dessication! Meeting up with Keylin, who has found some Very Kind People to look after their boat, along with Marjorie's family, the heroes have a chance to catch up with each other and plan out their next adventure!
[15:06] <Ebiris> After their most recent adventure, the brave trio of Alveria, Amonet, and Gourash return to Silverymoon so they can sell their hard won loot and recuperate before embarking on a quest for the Ring of Dessication! Meeting up with Keylin, who has found some Very Kind People to look after their boat, along with Marjorie's family, the heroes have a chance to catch up with each other and plan out their next adventure!
[15:07] <Alveria> "I don't see much difficulty with this one," states Alveria. "Numbers could be a problem, but we're only after one orc. The trick will be finding him from all the others."
[15:08] <Dracos> "Shouldn't be.  He the champion.  He will be obviously so.  Hopefully we can just challenge him, rather than fight them all."
[15:11] <Alveria> "The bloody tusk tribe. What do we know about them?" asks Alveria, frowning. "Or who would?"
[15:11] <Ebiris> "So none of you got infected by werewolves, right?" Marjorie asks, eyeing the trio who went on that particular outing.
[15:12] <Alveria> "Good heavens, no. Going mad once was bad enough, thank you."
[15:14] <Gourash> "They not famous.  Just a midsized orc tribe.  Though we know when we get there."
[15:15] <Ebiris> "I've heard of them," the usually silent Virgil speaks up from beside his wife. "They're fairly minor, and tend to get swept along whenever larger tribes try to organise a horde, but they're tenacious in maintaining their independence despite it. Isolated enough that they don't bother civilised areas much, at least."
[15:17] <Ebiris> "I think many of their warriors specialise in unarmed combat, and they favour hit and run style tactics when pressed into large scale battle," he goes on, before shrugging, "Assuming things are as I remember them."
[15:18] <Alveria> "I haven't travelled to this region before, so we'll have to walk until we get there," muses Alveria. "Hmm. Unarmed combat? Well, if they must pointlessly cripple themselves... do you think we'll be harrassed en-route to their village? Do they even have one?"
[15:19] <Ebiris> Virgil shakes his head. "Most orcs live in caves, but I don't know for sure about these ones. Didn't the woman who's sending you after them say?"
[15:21] <Alveria> "Not a lot. I assumed more information would be present in Moonhaven," admits Alveria.
[15:21] <Gourash> "She just voiced the contract, not details of where they lived,"  He nodded.
[15:23] <Alveria> "Well, we'd better get going," muses Alveria, standing up. "You're still busy here, I take it?"
[15:24] <Ebiris> "Well, do be careful. Although I'm sure with everything else you've faced, orcs shouldn't be a concern," Amarysa smiles as Alveria gets up. "As for us, I've more or less done all the crafting I can stomach, so we might see about investigating Candlekeep while you're gone - how long do you think you'll be?"
[15:24] * Gourash stands, not anywhere near as opposed to mere walking as the mage.
[15:25] <Amonet> "It's hard to say," Amonet muses. "But the return trip, at least, should be swift."
[15:25] * Keylin remains silent, while just watching and listening to the others for the first time in a while, and catching up on some of the stuff that went on while she was on guard duty. Seems like there's already a new adventure up ahead, and everyone was too excited to start with hellos.
[15:26] <Alveria> "As long as it takes us to get there from Moonhaven, plus one day," replies Alveria. "Unless we are hindered on the way, I can't see it taking much time... well, I've been surprised before."
[15:27] <Ebiris> "Well, I suppose we can wait a bit longer, then," Amarysa nods. "Luck be with you all."
[15:28] * Gourash heads out of the inn, beginning the long walk with his strides of inevitability.  Walk long enough, and eventually they'll get there.
[15:28] <Alveria> "Gourash, we're teleporting to Moonhaven first."
[15:30] <Ebiris> -------
[15:36] <Ebiris> After teleporting to Moonhaven and then setting out for a long march up into the Northern slopes of the Nether Mountains in search of the Bloody Tusk tribe, the party find their journey proceeds mostly without incident, the weather being agreeable and the terrain not too difficult. They're perhaps a third of the way there according to the directions when they spot a handful of giant sized humanoids tromping in their direction in the distance.
[15:36] <Ebiris> There's four of them, carrying large clubs and dressed in mismatched furs, stomping over the sparse grass that covers the undulating hills in this area. If they've noticed you, yet, they don't give any indication, although they are perhaps half a mile away.
[15:38] <Alveria> "Giants? Better to avoid them, I think," considers Alveria, glancing around for decent spots to take cover in.
[15:39] <Ebiris> The terrain here is fairly barren, but there's a few ditches that someone could hide in - assuming you moved a bit from their projected path and made some effort at concealment, it might do the trick.
[15:40] <Alveria> It shouldn't take too long, and Alveria gets to hurrying everyone off the path (unless someone starts getting bloodthirsty. Or talkative.)
[15:40] <Ebiris> OOC: make hide checks, please.
[15:41] <Alveria> OOC: No total cover?!
[15:41] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3 there better be a +10 circumstance mod or something
[15:41] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 there better be a +10 circumstance mod or something and gets 21." [1d20=18]
[15:41] <Amonet> roll 1d20+1 someone has to fail this one
[15:41] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+1 someone has to fail this one and gets 18." [1d20=17]
[15:42] <Ebiris> OOC: Not total cover, since the giants are really tall and better able to see down into ditches. But yes, they get a bad mod.
[15:42] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[15:42] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 20." [1d20=19]
[15:42] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+10 keylin
[15:42] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+10 keylin and gets 14." [1d20=4]
[15:42] <Ebiris> roll 4#1d20-4
[15:42] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 4#1d20-4 and gets 8." [4#1d20-4 = 10, -2, 0, 0]
[15:44] <Ebiris> Ducking into a convenient ditch before the distant giants register their presence, the party hunkers down and waits on their passing, heralded by a steady thumping on the ground from their footsteps. Coarse guttural speech is heard from the group, though nothing any of the party can understand, and soon enough the giants pass by without incident...
[15:46] <Alveria> "Alright. Seems like they're gone. We haven't fought giants before, have we?" muses Alveria, climbing out and walking along. "How do you fight them with sword and axe? Hit their shins until they fall over?"
[15:47] <Ebiris> Indeed the giants are seen, striding away into the distance without even a backwards glance.
[15:47] <Keylin> "Shoot them in the eyeballs so they're blind and make them attack each other, maybe."
[15:48] <Amonet> "Use the power of justice?" Amonet volunteers.
[15:49] <Gourash> "Leave them be," Gourash shrugged.  "We'll have enough fight before  the day is out."
[15:49] <Alveria> "
[15:49] <Alveria> "I don't seek out pointless engagements," replies Alveria, with a trace of arrogance.
[15:50] <Keylin> "Of course you don't," Keylin said with a nod. "You just plan in case they come to you, right?"
[15:51] * Gourash snorts, not impressed as he continues on, not raising to the elf's arrogance.
[15:51] <Alveria> "Something like that. If you have to fight, though, it's always better to attack," replies Alveria.
[15:52] <Ebiris> Sadly for Gourash, it seems they do not have any fights before the day is out, and the party forced to set camp and rest for the evening unless they feel like pressing on through the night... It's still going to take over a week to reach the location of the orc tribe.
[15:53] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[15:53] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 87." [1d100=87]
[15:54] * Gourash keeps his eyes out, checking the paths as they go for signs of creatures they should be wary of.
[15:54] <Ebiris> OOC: survival check
[15:54] <Gourash> roll 1d20+13 survival.  In case you actually want to have that have an effect
[15:54] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+13 survival. In case you actually want to have that have an effect and gets 28." [1d20=15]
[15:54] <Gourash> OOC: Heh, was midway through that :)
[15:54] <Keylin> roll 1d20+6
[15:54] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+6 and gets 26." [1d20=20]
[15:56] <Alveria> roll 1d6+7 mage armour extended etc
[15:56] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+7 mage armour extended etc and gets 12." [1d6=5]
[15:57] <Ebiris> As they journey, Gourash happens to occassionally catch sight of tracks likely left by giants, although they become sparser as they days go by, soon vanishing altogether. And, on the eighth morning of their trip, the party happens to see what looks like a trio of orcs in the distance, coming out of a small sized forest and heading in the same direction you're going.
[16:02] * Keylin unslings her bow and informs the others that she'll follow them, the rest can follow the obvious trail she'll try to leave behind. At the very least, she's not planning on getting left behind again if possible.
[16:03] <Ebiris> OOC: trying to follow them stealthily?
[16:03] <Keylin> ooc: yup. move silently and hide checks, I figure?
[16:03] <Ebiris> OOC: just hide, unless you want to get really close
[16:03] <Keylin> roll 1d20+17 hide
[16:03] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+17 hide and gets 20." [1d20=3]
[16:04] <Ebiris> OOC: everyone else waiting till they're out of sight or what?
[16:04] <Gourash> OOC: Sure.
[16:04] <Alveria> OOC: Yeah.
[16:05] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6
[16:05] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 and gets 10." [1d20=4]
[16:08] <Ebiris> With her military training, Keylin is quite easily able to pursue the orcs at a distance without attracting any attention - they don't seem to be especially wary, anyway. Two of them are carrying what looks like a deer between them, while the third has a large sack over his shoulder as they hike through the uplands.
[16:08] <Ebiris> After a bit over half an hour of following, Keylin finally tracks them to their assumed destination - a wooden stockade built against the steeply rising mountain to the South. Its gates hang open, and a few orcs are seen milling around outside and visible through the gates themselves.
[16:12] * Keylin lets the orcs enter as she turns to reconvene with the rest of her group now that the stronghold has been found.
[16:12] <Ebiris> No one molests Keylin before she returns to her comrades.
[16:12] <Gourash> "Find them?" Gourash wondered to the returning Keylin.
[16:14] <Keylin> "Yes, I saw quite a few of the orcs milling around the stronghold, and near the gate entrance," Keylin reports to the others. "The gates are kept hanging open, I imagine they don't expect anyone to be storming in."
[16:15] <Alveria> "They'll probably just overwhelm us if we charge in," replies Alveria. "Any idea how large it was, or the likely numbers we'll have to deal with?"
[16:16] -> *Keylin* You saw eight orcs in total, including the three that came out the woods.
[16:19] <Keylin> "I didn't think it was that large, from what I saw, and I only saw 8 orcs including the ones we spotted earlier, but that doesn't mean there weren't more around," Keylin answers. "If you have an invisibility spell that I can use, I could go in and scout more certainly."
[16:21] <Alveria> "I didn't prepare that," replies Alveria, musing. "Hmm. Since you're back with us, I omitted the stealth and divination enchantments, this time."
[16:22] <Keylin> "Well, it's not like we've not fought without intel before," Keylin shrugs.
[16:22] * Gourash nods.  "So...we have options.  We could try and break their barricade.  We could go in at night.  We could storm the front...  Hmm.  Or we could walk over and challenge their champion," Gourash suggested.
[16:23] <Alveria> "Yes, but I don't like doing that if I don't have to," replies Alveria, arching an eyebrow. "Hmm. Do you think you'd be able to simply talk to them, Gourash? I doubt they'd have much care to listen to the rest of us."
[16:24] * Gourash shrugs. "Worth trying.  Not like they be expecting a war party if they have their gates open."
[16:25] <Keylin> "Well, we could also try setting the place on fire, it's a wooden stockade, but with the forest around us, it's not an option we should really consider seriously, I imagine."
[16:25] <Amonet> "Talking is better!" Amonet interjects.
[16:25] * Gourash nods.  "They have anyone else there besides orcs?"
[16:25] <Ebiris> The forest is actually quite a distance from the stockade, and the ground around it nearby is fairly barren.
[16:25] <Alveria> "Keep in mind that we want his ring, not his corpse," replies Alveria. "I suppose we could try approaching openly. It would be interesting to settle this with a wager."
[16:26] <Gourash> "Wager sound good," Gourash nodded.  "Cleaner, if we can.  I go in, you guys stay nearby?"
[16:27] <Alveria> "We'll remain outside while you talk to them," agrees Alveria. "If they attack us... I should be alright. Amonet? Keylin?"
[16:27] <Keylin> "Yes?"
[16:28] <Alveria> "Just seeing if you agree. It seems that you do!"
[16:28] <Amonet> "You should be alright," Amonet agrees, nodding.
[16:28] <Alveria> Cheered up by the bold reaffirmations of her companions, Alveria begins wandering off towards the stockade!
[16:29] <Alveria> OOC: I wills be casting stoneskin, overland flight, and shield before we get there.
[16:29] <Alveria> OOC: though I will be walking for the time being.
[16:29] <Ebiris> OOC: CL checks and such
[16:29] * Gourash nods, heading towards the encampent, not attempting to make hidden of himself.  Supposes that the others will be ignored anyway if he's obvious.
[16:29] <Alveria> OOC: MY hair should conceal my elvishness!
[16:29] <Alveria> roll 1d6+7 shield
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+7 shield and gets 10." [1d6=3]
[16:29] <Alveria> roll 1d6+7 flight
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+7 flight and gets 9." [1d6=2]
[16:29] <Alveria> roll 1d6+7 stoneskin
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+7 stoneskin and gets 13." [1d6=6]
[16:29] <Alveria> OOC: *extended shield, blargh. 20 minutes, 9 hours, 130 minutes.
[16:29] <Amonet> OOC: I will be making myself resistent to fire, because there's no reason not to
[16:29] <Alveria> OOC: One of these days we'll come across fire that HALES
[16:29] <Alveria> OOC: er
[16:29] <Alveria> OOC: heals
[16:30] <Alveria> OOC: and then you'll be sorry!
[16:30] <Amonet> OOC: Or just dispel the resistance
[16:30] <Alveria> OOC: Crazy talk.
[16:31] <Ebiris> With the brave and virile Gourash taking the lead while his three beautiful companions follow obediently behind him, the orc village is approached! Without making any attempt at stealth, a few orcs spot them easily enough, prompting more to come out of the gates while others appear up on the wooden wall. A few of the younger looking ones without armour or weapons are kicked back inside, leaving a rather prickly looking welcome party ahead.
[16:33] <Gourash> Gourash waves, greeting them in orcish learned on the battlefields as a child.  "hail, this the camp of the brave bloody tusks, known as far as silvermoon?"
[16:37] <Ebiris> Some of the orcs seem to visibly relax at Gourash's greeting. "Greetings, my good man!" one of them calls back in the same language. "What brings you so far from that fancy city as to visit our home? Will you introduce us to your friends?" Considering its use of loan words, the non-orc speakers can make out the gist as "What you want? Come trade girls?"
[16:38] * Amonet palms her face.
[16:39] * Keylin just snorts.
[16:39] * Alveria mutters something about pyramids.
[16:41] * Gourash laughs.  "Tales of brave orcs.  These be mine friends, Amonet, Alvie, and Keylin," Gourash gestured back.  "May we come and witness your home, free of the fancy smancy city garbage?"
[16:43] <Ebiris> The orcs seem to confer briefly before their apparent spokesperson calls over, "You can come if you want to trade, but no tricks! Strange for people not of clans to come here."
[16:45] <Gourash> "I somewhat interest in trading.  More interested in perhaps... a wager.  I hear of your prowess and I come interested in testing my might against your champion."  His words were straightforward, as orcs tend to be.
[16:46] <Ebiris> That draws forth a collective gasp from the orcs. "You want to fight... *him*?" one asks, as excited muttering breaks out amongst the throng.
[16:47] * Gourash grins toothily.  "I take from your reaction, the reputation isn't unfounded.  Good, Good..."
[16:47] <Ebiris> "Che..." one of the orcs spits. "Champion is dirty sneak - he no fight fair! Bring shame to our tribe!"
[16:48] * Gourash raises an eyebrow.  "That ...disappointing.  Hope for good fight.  Only sneaky weakling?"
[16:50] <Ebiris> "He beat any who face him - force old champion into exile! But he no fight like proper orc." The spokesorc nods gruffly, gesturing for the others to clear the way to the gate. "Hope you win, stranger. What name should we remember you by, if not?"
[16:52] <Alveria> "That's awful!" exclaims Alveria, turning green and looking away.
[16:52] <Gourash> "Gourash, I crush shameful orc," He walked past them, ready for battle.  "Where champion?" He growled loudly, in a proper greeting.  One didn't send messangers in orc.  One sent bellows.
[16:55] <Ebiris> "In caves," one of the orcs points to the rear of their encampment where a large cave entrance leads into the mountain. A few orcish children and nonwarriors are milling around the rather filthy and unkempt huts that fill the interior of the stockade, looking on in interest at Gourash's arrival.
[16:57] <Ebiris> "Pretty," one of the orcs notes approvingly at Alveria's greenish cast. Though for those without fluency, it rather sounds more like "I'd like to skullfuck that," in common.
[16:58] * Gourash nods, leading away with fast steps.
[16:59] <Ebiris> "Come!" another orc gestures towards the cave. "We go to arena - gather whole tribe! We see if Gourash can defeat Champion of Bloody Tusk Tribe!" His words elicit a roar of approval from the orcs, with many starting to flood into the cave.
[16:59] * Alveria appears to be fumbling for components, but otherwise is suffering from a sudden state of shock and is unable to speak coherently.
[17:00] <Keylin> "Looks like you have admirers," Keylin whispers to Alveria with a hint of amusement.
[17:02] <Ebiris> Into the dark caves you go, flickering torchlight here and there contributing to a smoky gloom throughout the rather smelly interior of the mountain. Gourash is led to a large carved out chamber where an old but solid looking orc stands with several other orcish warriors, the old looking one wearing an elaborate headdress that marks him as the chief. "What big noise?" the chief demands, causing most of the orcs to look expectantly at Gourash.
[17:02] <Gourash> "They not see elves often," Gourash commented back in common as he strode forward through the cheering orcs.
[17:02] * Alveria swallows heavily. "Yes, of more races than I care to count," she mutters.
[17:03] <Gourash> "I come to crush champion," He growled.
[17:04] * Alveria waves a hand and ignites her eyes with a seventh sense! OOC: DM, lulz.
[17:04] <Ebiris> "You not first to try, half-blood," the chief growls back. "I Kroagunk, chief of Bloody Tusk Tribe. Who you?"
[17:04] -> *Alveria* The chief has a spear that radiates moderate magic.
[17:07] <Gourash> "I Gourash, dragonbane and demon killer," He hammered his chest.  "You not fit to be chief.  Barely fit to wipe shoes."
[17:08] <Ebiris> "You challenge me?!" the chief's eyes bug out in fury, as the other orcs suddenly gasp in shock, many drawing weapons and turning on the party.
[17:09] <Ebiris> OOC: strike last two lines
[17:10] <Gourash> "I Gourash, dragonbane.  I hear champion good fighter.  Guards say differently.  I see for myself."
[17:11] <Ebiris> "Champion beat all who face him! Angry words just come from those jealous and too scared to face him," Koragunk replies, furrowing his brow. "You wish to test yourself against Champion of Bloody Tusk tribe? You get much honour if win, but losers always forgotten."
[17:12] <Alveria> "I can't take this for much longer," hisses Alveria, not seeming to hear the same things everyone else is.
[17:13] <Gourash> "I hope for strong fight.  If he not strong, I waste my time coming here." His line unafraid.
[17:13] <Keylin> "He is only forgotten if there is no one to remember him. We would be here to remember him," Keylin comments in the orc tongue before turning to Alveria. "I can translate if you wish me to do so."
[17:14] <Alveria> "Oh, god, no! I'm no brawny mercenary warrior-type like you three, used to hearing all the worst aspects of military slang," replies Alveria. "I'd rather not know what it means in full!"
[17:14] <Alveria> "They're talking about things even I wouldn't consider, aren't they? And let me tell you, Keylin, I would consider quite a lot!"
[17:15] <Ebiris> "Fine!" the chief slams the but of his spear on the ground with a loud *crack*. "Summon Champion Jumspug to the battle pit! We go, and see if you as good as you say, Gourash Dragonbane!" And with that, he starts heading down a wide descending passageway out of the hall, the rest of the tribe flooding after him.
[17:16] <Keylin> "...You're the weirdest elf I've ever met, Alveria," is all Keylin can say in reply to that rant.
[17:17] * Gourash glances back.  "What you talking about?" He asked in common.  "I just challenge champion to fight.  Not much.  Come on, we go to arena.  He supposedly a cheater," He shrugged and went to follow the chief.
[17:17] <Alveria> "I bet you haven't met any others for long," replies Alveria, storming after Gourash, fists clenched.
[17:18] <Ebiris> Down the party and the throng of orcs go, with lots of excited chatter from the brawny green-skinned humanoids... it seems they don't think much of Gourash's chances from the tone of things, with most of them wagering on how long he'll last. (more)
[17:19] <Ebiris> Soon they are led into a large domed chamber with a recessed pit in the ground perhaps thirty feet in diameter, marked with numerous suspicious looking stains. Off to the far side of the pit are an enormous set of wooden doors, easily big enough to accomodate a pair of giants, that open up directly into said pit.
[17:24] <Ebiris> "Climb into pit, Gourash Dragonbane!" Chief Koragunk gestures with his spear into the arena from his vantage, elevated from the common orcs who jostle for position all around the pit to get the best view.
[17:26] <Gourash> <Ebiris> "Climb into pit, Gourash Dragonbane!" Chief Koragunk gestures with his spear into the arena from his vantage, elevated from the common orcs who jostle for position all around the pit to get the best view.
[17:26] <Gourash> <Amonet> "Yes! Win!" Amonet shakily raises a fist to cheer Gourash on. In common.
[17:26] <Gourash> * Gourash grins and waves back, taking a few steps and a mightly leap into the arena, smashing down and giving a loud roar as he faced the doors.
[17:27] <Ebiris> A matching roar rises from the orcs at Gourash's bellow, as a rhytmic pounding of drums is heard, something primal in them that gets the blood pumping and the mind sharpened for combat!
[17:27] <Ebiris> OOC: +1 hit and damage from bardsong, G
[17:29] -> *Amonet* Roughly half of the orcs are evil, most only faintly so, with a few moderately.
[17:29] <Gourash> OOC: Yay
[17:29] * Amonet looks at some of the orcs in distrust, gripping her lance for moral support.
[17:31] <Ebiris> Several orcs take up position by the huge doors, muscles straining as they pull them open, the pounding of drums and the baying of the orcs rising to a crescendo in anticipation of the carnage to come as the Champion is finally revealed!
[17:32] <Ebiris> Standing there, between the two doors like some sort of bad joke, is a pointy eared and green skinned little humanoid, bare chested and exposing a rather uninspiring physique as he raises his arms as if to accept adulation from the scornful crowd. A sneer crosses his face as he saunters into the arena, a dagger held in each hand. "This is my challenger?" he asks, giving Gourash a dismissive snort.
[17:33] <Amonet> "Don't forget you're fighting on the side of justice!" Amonet calls out to Gourash inspirationally, clasping her hands in front of her chest. "And even though it looks like bullying, and Horus-Re doesn't think this champion particularly needs to die, please don't lose badly to him!"
[17:33] -> *Alveria* The Champion has two magic daggers, a magic ring, magic gloves, and a magic amulet.
[17:34] <Alveria> "Isn't that a goblin..." blinks Alveria, squinting.
[17:34] <Ebiris> "He's just short!" one of the nearby orcs replies defensively to Alveria's comment.
[17:34] <Gourash> "This is your champion?  This little guy?" Gourash shouted to those behind him.  "You guys get tricked too easy," He shook his head and stepped forward, axe at the ready as he leaped forward, raging.
[17:34] <Ebiris> OOC: init
[17:34] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[17:34] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 5." [1d20=4]
[17:34] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7
[17:34] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 and gets 20." [1d20=13]
[17:35] <Amonet> "Is there a difference?" Amonet whispers to Alveria.
[17:35] <Alveria> "Literacy," whispers back Alveria.
[17:35] <Ebiris> The Champion just flips the daggers in his hands, sneering cockily at Gourash as he charges!
[17:35] <Ebiris> OOC: Go
[17:35] * Gourash is sailing through the air towards him, his axe swinging rapidly downwards at the cocky orc.
[17:36] * Amonet nods in apparent understanding, before asking quietly, "Which of them?"
[17:36] <Alveria> "You can't guess?" whispers back Alveria, frowning.
[17:37] <Gourash> roll 1d20+18+1+2+2+2-2  (-2 PA)
[17:37] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+18+1+2+2+2-2 (-2 PA) and gets 29." [1d20=6]
[17:37] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[17:37] <Amonet> "I only have Gourash to go on," Amonet says apologetically.
[17:38] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+4+2+3
[17:38] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+4+2+3 and gets 30." [1d12=8]
[17:38] <Alveria> "Well, goblins aren't strong and tough, so they needed something else when they grow up."
[17:38] <Alveria> "Something like books!"
[17:39] <Ebiris> Gourash lands a solid hit, eliciting a grimace of pain from the 'orc' champion as his axe slashes across his chest, spraying an arc of blood over both Gourash and the crowd along that side of the arena, who howl their appreciation for his efforts!
[17:40] * Gourash growls, pulling his axe through and back, his menacing gaze sweeping over the small champion.
[17:40] <Ebiris> OOC: strike that
[17:41] <Ebiris> Gourash lashes out with a vicious strike, but the nimble and runty looking 'orc' is able to duck under the blade, grinning ferally as he lunges in with is daggers! "Too slow, you oaf!" he crows in triumph!
[17:41] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash, what's your sense motive mod?
[17:41] <Gourash> OOC: 1
[17:41] <Ebiris> OOC: no point even checking, then
[17:41] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+17
[17:41] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+17 and gets 23." [1d20=6]
[17:41] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+17
[17:41] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+17 and gets 29." [1d20=12]
[17:41] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[17:41] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 and gets 17." [1d20=5]
[17:41] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[17:41] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 and gets 30." [1d20=18]
[17:41] <Ebiris> OOC: AC?
[17:42] <Gourash> OOC: 17
[17:42] <Ebiris> roll 4#1d100 to see if light fortification helps
[17:42] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 4#1d100 to see if light fortification helps and gets 223." [4#1d100 = 36, 100, 30, 57]
[17:42] <Ebiris> roll 4d4+4+20d6-6 (2 con damage as well)
[17:42] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 4d4+4+20d6-6 (2 con damage as well) and gets 90." [4d4=4, 1, 1, 4][20d6=5, 4, 1, 4, 3, 5, 5, 6, 5, 5, 5, 1, 5, 4, 1, 6, 5, 6, 1, 5]
[17:44] <Ebiris> Gourash suddenly finds his flesh rended and torn apart by a series of terrific wounds as the champion seems to know just where to sink his daggers for maximum effect, tearing out several veins and arteries which continue to spray blood afterwards, threatening Gourash's life unless he gets some urgent healing!
[17:45] <Ebiris> "Had enough?" Jumspug asks arrogantly, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
[17:45] <Ebiris> OOC: Go G
[17:45] * Gourash growls in tremendous rage and swings brutally as the man attempts to step back, his experience showing as even such violence didn't even slow him down.
[17:45] <Gourash> roll 1d20+18+2+2-3  (-2 PA)
[17:45] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+18+2+2-3 (-2 PA) and gets 26." [1d20=7]
[17:46] <Gourash> roll 1d20+13+2+2-3
[17:46] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+13+2+2-3  and gets 30." [1d20=16]
[17:46] <Ebiris> OOC: 2 hits
[17:47] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+2+3+6
[17:47] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+2+3+6 and gets 28." [1d12=4]
[17:47] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+2+3+6
[17:47] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+2+3+6 and gets 33." [1d12=9]
[17:49] <Ebiris> Gourash's brutal counterattack wipes the smirk off the Champion's face as the first blow hacks open his chest, loosing a shower of blood over the arena to match that which continues to spurt from Gourash's veins, while the second into his shoulder nearly dislocates his arm entirely, causing the diminuitive champion of the orcs to cry out in agony and collapse at Gourash's feet!
[17:50] <Gourash> "Fight like an Orc," He growled, kicking the broken body flying across the arena.
[17:50] <Alveria> "I don't get it," whispers Alveria, to Amonet. "Uh, how was he being sneaky?"
[17:50] <Ebiris> OOC: Trying to finish him off? You can coup him with a kick if you really want.
[17:51] <Amonet> "I think Gourash wanted him to be large and illiterate," Amonet whispers back.
[17:51] <Ebiris> A deafening cheer erupts from the other orcs at Gourash's stunning victory, the assembled tribe roaring their approval of the champion's defeat!
[17:51] <Gourash> OOC: Not really.  Just dramatic action
[17:52] <Ebiris> roll 1d4
[17:52] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4 and gets 4." [1d4=4]
[17:52] <Ebiris> The bleeding form of Jumspug tumbles over the arena at Gourash's kick, suffering even more wounds even as the orc himself continues to bleed out profusely from his injuries.
[17:53] * Gourash lifts his axe and growls in victory... though he looked rather bloody, all told.
[17:53] * Amonet waves at Gourash hesitantly. "Those wounds look nasty," she tells him directly. "Want me to do something about that?"
[17:53] <Ebiris> Indeed, Gourash's detached arteries flail out from his limbs, continuing to spurt blood at a rather alarming rate. He might want to get them looked at.
[17:54] <Alveria> "Look at that. Injuries that continue to bleed," murmurs Alveria, in awe.
[17:54] <Ebiris> roll 1d100 stabilisation
[17:54] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 stabilisation and gets 74." [1d100=74]
[17:54] <Alveria> "Clearly, powerful magic is at work."
[17:54] * Gourash nods.  "That would be nice," He said simply.
[17:54] * Amonet channels Horus-Re's power!
[17:55] <Ebiris> roll 1d100 stabilisation
[17:55] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 stabilisation and gets 92." [1d100=92]
[17:55] <Ebiris> The chief gives the champion a rather dubious look, before shrugging and leaving him to bleed to death. "All hail Gourash Dragonbane!" he roars. "Our new Champion!"
[17:56] * Amonet proceeds to cast Lesser Restoration on the new champion, followed with yet more healing magics!
[17:56] <Keylin> "Well, that seems anticlimatic," Keylin comments with a shake of her head.
[17:56] <Amonet> roll 1d4
[17:56] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d4 and gets 3." [1d4=3]
[17:56] <Ebiris> roll 1d100 stabilisation
[17:56] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 stabilisation and gets 50." [1d100=50]
[17:57] <Amonet> roll 2d8+6
[17:57] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 2d8+6 and gets 10." [2d8=2, 2]
[17:57] <Amonet> roll 2d8+6
[17:57] <Ebiris> roll 1d100 stabilisation
[17:57] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 2d8+6 and gets 16." [2d8=4, 6]
[17:57] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 stabilisation and gets 22." [1d100=22]
[17:57] <Alveria> "Melee combat is rarely much else," affirms Alveria, heading into the ring after Amonet. "Well, we're pretty much done," she adds. "Er, Gourash, go get his... rings, and then we'll move on."
[17:57] <Ebiris> roll 1d100 stabilisation
[17:57] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 stabilisation and gets 42." [1d100=42]
[17:58] * Gourash holds himself standing by his rage and vigor, putting his axe away as he let Amonet tend to his wounds.  "I take spoils," He commented.  "I hope next time I come by, better fight."
[17:58] <Amonet> "Are you not their champion, now, Gourash?" Amonet asks the half-orc. "Do you not feel the urge, the desire to stay behind and fight more worthy opponents?"
[17:59] <Ebiris> "Do what you like," Kroagunk waves dismissively at the corpse of the ex-champion. "We never liked him, anyway."
[17:59] <Ebiris> "Gourash Dragonbane not stay? Tribe need strong champion!" another orc calls, starting to chant his name, the cry picking up from all around. "Gourash! Gourash! Gourash!"
[18:00] <Alveria> "I'll get it for you," notes Alveria, wandering over to the corpse and taking away the useful equipment. "Better luck in the next world, kiddo."
[18:02] <Gourash> Gourash shakes his head.  "I strong by traveling.  Stay in one place, get weak.  Always face harder foes, bloody tusks against fierceness," Gourash replied loudly.
[18:03] <Ebiris> "Take me with you!" "And me!" "You have my axe!" several orcs jump down into the arena and excitedly rush Gourash. "We become strong, like Gourash! Champion we can be proud of, not like midget orc!"
[18:06] * Gourash grins.  "we going to war soon.  You brave enough to come?" He asks, already knowing the answer.
[18:06] <Ebiris> "Orcs is made for fighting and winning! Waaaaaugh!" is the emphatic answer.
[18:07] <Alveria> "And walking, apparently, as teleport only has room for three alongside me," remarks Alveria. "But you're fine with that, right, Gourash?"
[18:08] * Gourash laughs and nods.  "You should come.  Good exercise."
[18:12] <Alveria> "We've been over this. Anyhow, we'll need to make several teleports to get us all over to where the ship is," clarifies Alveria. "If you want, you could stay here for a few days and get to know your new friends better."