Orc's
15/15/10,121 - Samadum to Brev
Out numbering the humans six to one the orc's press home their attack, believing numbers will rule the day.
Brasso, suffering badly with his wounded knee struggles desperately against the overwhelming odds, only his good dwarfish ring mail saving him from a mortal blow. Kilite has other ideas & continues to lash gouts of liquid fire into the melting faces of the charging orc's, as the orc's clamber towards him he deftly spins the staff & crashes it down upon the shoulder of the nearest.
Illyra fares not so well, one armed she defends herself as best she can, with many a flesh wound she manages to deflect the worst of the blows away but seeing her impending death if she remains she throws herself of the wagon & roll beneath the legs of the stamping horn bulls traces.
Tharla, continuing to deal death with silent strokes from her slender blade works her way towards Ilyra, trying to reach her before it's to late.
Molin with a final cry, hamstrings the last of the orc's before him &, blood smeared, turns as Gunter rips the face from a struggling orc beneath its heavy feet.
Charging towards the wagons a piercing whistle shrills loudly causing the orc's to slow, hesitant at first, they fall back into the swirling snow amidst several more flame strikes from Kilite for their trouble.
Deciding against lone pursuit of the retreating figures Molin wipes his blade clean & watches as Illyra & Tharla casually slit the throats of the wounded orc's left behind. Turning to pat Gunter for his efforts, the smile on his lips fade as he sees the blood pouring from the mangled remains of his friends left eye socket.
Tharla, uninjured leaves Illyra to her task & goes in search of Kilite, she finds him slumped across the wagon, a spear clean through his right thigh, covering him she turns to seek aid from Brasso only to see that he too is in need of assistance. Calling to Illyra , Illyra, in spite of her own wounds, assists in cutting the shaft of the spear & binding the wounds before casting as many spells of healing as they can manage between them.
Assessing the scene Molin is, at first surprised, that the orc's pulled back, however a body count reveals at least half of the attacking orc's are now dead & the trail of blood leading away suggests that several more soon will be. The friends themselves are in little better shape & are conscious that the orc's may well return in greater strength.
Setting camp as best they can, the five lick their considerable wounds & await the night with some trepidation.