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[Talon Lord Othrim]

Under cover of darkness they rode. The light was beginning to show on the horizon when they reached the Mountain pass. The raid party had been ordered to rest the beasts and take some food.

It was plain to Zur'log that the troops were restless. Spoiling for a fight. He could overhear the beginnings of arguments and he knew soon a fight would break out between two brutes over who had the biggest piece of meat.

[Prosperan Son]

Zur'log stepped in between both of the Orcs, his armor plating giving him a larger more fearsome appearance." WHUT IN DA NAME A GORK AND MORK IS YOU GITZ FIGHTIN OVER?!?" He snarled at both of them, his voice agitated. Like the other Orcs, he too was growing restless, but like most Black Orcs he had better restraint.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Upon seeing the Black Orc enter the fray they immediately back down having seen his display the day before. They both glare back and forth to each other.

"Ee 'as taken mi meat!" One quickly chimes in pointing at the other. "Ows I gonna fight wi nah grub in mi?"

[spoiler=note] Just notices Orc speech is awful for dyslexics[/spoiler]

The other begins to throw a punch, "Wy you elf!"

[Prosperan Son]

Zur'log watches as the other orc sends a bunch towards the whiny one. Growling with pleasure at an excuse for a fight, he sends a jab towards the orc's gut.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 91 (91)

 

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Totally not expecting the side swipe air explodes from his lungs and he drops to his knees gasping, trying to regain control of his lungs.

[Prosperan Son]

"You tout you could git away with startin a scrap!?! Wit me!?!" Zur'log laughed out the words before ramming his knee towards the fallen Orc's gut.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 27 (27)

[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Orc Defense]1d100 rolled for a total of: 33 (33)[/spoiler]

Blocking the incoming knee the Orc backs off. "I ain't tryin 'notin wit yous!"

[Prosperan Son]

"DAT'S WHAT I T'OUT YOU MAGGETY GIT!" Zur'log roared at the smaller Orc, looking towards both of them with his crimson eyes. "Now get outta my sight! Fer tings get rough!" He warned, his hand sliding down towards his sheathed choppa sword.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The two orcs scrambled to get away from your presence. Others laugh at them and call them names.

Time passes and the nights rest is unaffected.

By late morning they had reached the shade of a coastal forest. The plan was that scouts would go ahead and find out where the raiders made port and then hit them en-mass.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Bump

[Prosperan Son]

Zur'log's eyes droop down slightly and he stifles a long yawn. He smacks himself with the back of his gauntlet to wake himself up again before whipping on the reigns of his boar, increasing his speed so he could catch up to the warboss.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The great scard bulk of the warboss turns and looks to you,
"Ahh perfik timin. De scouts been back, ees seen a ship an its in port. You ready for some hummi crushin?"

[Prosperan Son]

"A curse I am! How can ye even ask dat question!" Laughed Zur'log, tapping the handle his choppa. " Dis gonna be a slaughta!!" He declared.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

With a grin the warmaster turns and bellows. The whole orc troup surge forward. Zur'log can see a large trade vessle still at port and by the look of it in the process of being loaded. An alarm is raised and the port guards unleash xbow bolts. Orcs are toppled from their war boars and some boars go down from under their riders throwing them to the ground.
Some bolts drift Zur'log's way.

[spoiler=Arrows]1d100 rolled for a total of: 70 (70)[/spoiler]

[Prosperan Son]

The Red Toothed Ork continued to charge forward, kick at the thigh of his massive boar with the sharpened spiked ankle tip of his boot. The beast snarled in pain and anger surging forward. Seeing the arrows come towards him, he unsheathed his choppa sword and turned it on it's face, using the wide flat sides to deflect the arrows.

[spoiler= Defense]1d100 rolled for a total of: 85 (85) [/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The arrows take down some of those around you and some even stick into your boar but it does not falter. Soon your line crashes into the line of guards and sailors fighting to defend the boat and cargo.

You see many humans about and pick your target

Guard - Leather armour, sword n shield
Sailor - bilge hook and dagger
Sailor - short sword and whip
Guard - Pike axe, Leather armour

[Prosperan Son]

"WAAAAGGGHHH!!!" Zur'log roars excitedly charging straight into them. Spotting one of the guardsmen carrying a pike, he dismounts from his boar, letting it charge right into one of the sailors carrying a whip, while he rushes the guard. Gripping his Choppa with both hands, he swings it downwards onto the pikemen, attempting to cleave him in twain.

[spoiler=Boar]1d100 rolled for a total of: 56 (56) [/spoiler]

[spoiler=Attack]Downwards Slice:1d100 rolled for a total of: 69 (69) [/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Seeing the huge black Orc desending upon his he desperatly tried to manouver the pole arm to block it's attack.

[spoiler=Guard Deffence]1d100 rolled for a total of: 44 (44)[/spoiler]

missing the block the orcs blade slices down tearing open a nasty wound down his arm. Unable to lift his pole axe he scrambles to draw his short sword.

[Prosperan Son]

Zur'log does not give him a chance. He rushes forward in all his bulk and attempts to shoulder bash the guard to the ground.

[spoiler=Attack]Shoulder Bash :1d100 rolled for a total of: 73 (73) [/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Soldier Defence]1d100 rolled for a total of: 75 (75)[/spoiler]

Seeing the Orc charge him he has to make a decision. Draw his blade and take the hit or move out of the way. His self preservation prevailes unwilling to go body to body against a charging green skin. He rolls to his right avoiding narrowly the shoulder check. As he regains his feet he then draws his blade.
"Come on you over grown FUNGUS!" He readies himself for the attack most likely to come.