Dungeon Crawling, Round 1!

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+6
* Hatbot --> "Ko-dinner rolls 1d20+6 and gets 15." [1d20=9]

One deweaponed archer lets loose a shriek and faints, while the others still fearfully defend!

Ayane!

[Dracos]

"So boring...can't you even run right?" Her chains lashed out at two more, seeming completely focused on them, for as much as her attention really was far behind her to their charging and soon to be very angry friends.

OOC:
12, 7, 2d4+1

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+12
* Hatbot --> "Ko-dinner rolls 1d20+12 and gets 19." [1d20=7]
> roll 1d20+7
* Hatbot --> "Ko-dinner rolls 1d20+7 and gets 11." [1d20=4]

Ayane lashes out, but the defending soldiers are unable to be hit, weaving about like trapped rats! Meanwhile, the two continue to approach! 180 feet away now, the man calling, "Attacking defeated soldiers? Your deeds are as empty as your soul! Mankind ill needs one such as you!"

Krog is up.

[Merc]

"No Krog fault! Krog only try scare them now! No Krog fault they too stupid too run and she like pregnant orc woman..." Krog mutters with a red-face, embarrassed he can no longer truly deny accusations from the blowhard. Bad Ayane! Bad! Making Krog look bad!

"Krog leave plenty open space for namby pamby men leave and let Krog fight...what loudmouth call again, little human friend? Wrap of Seagull?" Krog's stomach rumble. "No...that just sound like Krog hungry..." Krog mutters as he tries to use his limited brain power to try and recall the loudmouth's name, forgetting his embarrassment along the way.

"Why Krog memory so bad?!?" he laments after a while. "WHY?!?"

[Anastasia]

Ayane, you're up after this post. Pick your ego up, will you? It's kinda beaten up after that.

As Krog finds himself lamenting his lacking memory cells, the two warriors continue to approach!

[Dracos]

"p-pregnant orc woman?"  She's frankly flabbergasted at that, stopping her deadly spin in sheer shock at someone calling HER that.  Leaving a clear path for once to safety.

[Anastasia]

The poor soldiers, at last seeing salvation, flee like the wind past Ayane as she is utterly shocked! Meanwhile, the two approach even closer, to 120 feet away. The woman looks flabbergasted, "Pregnant orc...?!" she murmurs, "I suppose such would be barbaric and cruel..." she murmurs, while the man grimly advances on!

"Fine! Pregnant orc demonhearted chain hussy! Prepare yourself!" he calls!

Once again, Krog.

[Merc]

"They is most vicious, bloodthirsty thing in entire plane of existance," Krog says in a wise tone as Ayane brings up his previous statement. "Krog still remember look on teacher Gourash face when had arm ripped out by mate and had arm pushed into..."

Here Krog shudders and turns very pale. "No....noooo...Krog no do anything!!!! Nooo!!! KROG IS A GOOD BOY!!! NOOO!!!! KROG GOOD BOOOOOYY!!!! AIIIIIIEEEE!!!"

The half-orc is wailing pitifully, holding his blade like a security blanket or something, surely confusing the knights, or driving Ayane into a fearsome rage against the man that just took Krog's innocent (if insultive) comment and turned it into a truly vicious slanderous statement.

[Anastasia]

I just can't say anything to that. Ayane, you're up.

[Dracos]

Biting her lip, Ayane gave a glare of death at all around, only her years of training keeping her from helping Krog relive one of his fondest memories directly.  That will be for later...yes... later.

She rushed Krog, half yanking, half dragging him back towards the battlements.

[Anastasia]

Ayane begins to drag the blubbering Krog, God of Krog back to the battlements! At about 200 feet away now that Ayane's moved back, the two stop. "If you would, Lady?" The male knight asks, as the woman takes her bow and arrow out! She closes one eye and makes a slow, careful draw of her bow! With great aim and skill, she fires like a bullseye homing girl!

> roll 1d20+27
* Hatbot --> "Ko-CarthratisaSailor rolls 1d20+27 and gets 28." [1d20=1]

Luuucky orcgirl! <_< >_>

Despite the almost inhumanly aimed missile, Ayane is missed by the barest skin of her teeth, the arrow whizzing by! Even 200 feet away, this woman has unnatural skill and aim!

Krog, you're up. Gods help you.

[Merc]

"NOOOO!!!" Krog screams as the arrow whizzes above his head while he's dragged away, before blinking confusedly. "Wait, why is arrows still flying? Krog thought all bow pansies left?"

Krog decides to just hold his sword protectively in front of himself until he can regain his bearings again, after that strange episode he just underwent, while continuing to be dragged by his monk companion.

AC 27 with total defense, not that, apparently, that'll help any with the arrow lady.

[Anastasia]

Groovy. As Krog gets in touch with his girlwhipped side, Ayane's up.

[Dracos]

"Shut up, shut up, shut up," She dragged him behind the safety of the barricades, trusting to the cover, her kind facade more than a little shattered.  And it didn't even take very long.

[Anastasia]

This movement puts the duo at 205 feet away from the duo, hiding behind the barricade. For pure cover, it's quite good. It'll indeed help defend!

OOC - It'll count as full concealment/cover if you're just hiding and partial(20%) cover/concealment if you're attacking, standing up or doing anything that would expose you.

Seeing the two fall back, the pair resolutely advances! They're now 145 feet away and continuing to close! "Peculiar..." the man states, "I say, perhaps they are both fiendtouched and insane from vile influences? Nothing else explains such. Should we have a chance, would you attempt to discern such a matter, M'lady?"

The woman eyes the barricades with distaste, but nods slowly. "As you wish, M'lord. Perhaps they are lovers?" she muses entirely too loudly.

Krog is up.