DEADLY CONSEQUENCE
Now regarding the lead orc with open hatred, the ranger shouted his party's revenge and rushed forth, along with the paladin, prepared to deal out final justice.
The barbarian matched concise blows with his orc, but was surely outmatched. The monster's spiked club cracked solidly into Vaedamir's ribs sending him groaning to the dirt. Hebron drew back his bow as the megaorc regained its' stature. It snorted and stepped out to grab him, but quicker than lightning, an arrow released sinking deep into the beast's right breast. It winced in pain as Hebron sprinted southway to join the fellowship on the far side.
Teflar brandished his swords and they danced before the gleam of the dying bonfire.
The beast deflected the weapons at first, but now completely distraught, failed to counter a sword poke that slipped through its' defense. The longsword impaled deeply into its' stomach. With a roar, the beast fell to its knees and thereby died in a fetal position moments later.
At once the night quieted; the band stood in shock as they surveyed the scene. Death lay all about them as the fire crackled low. Some of the party carefully stepped past the ten orcs strewn about the grounds. The monk helped Vaedamir to his feet. Immediately, the barbarian emptied his elixir into his mouth while the bard walked over to the chest for an inspection.
"She's dead.....I can't revive her!" stammered Oktavianus in disbelief
" Nerendil, Teflar, finish him!" ordered the cleric as he bent low to administer divine healing onto the crumpled form of Morray.
Gulius, fire in his eyes, immediately grasped his battleaxe and growled.
The orc, jumped now at the fighter, glancing a striking blow off the dwarf's head. Gulius swung hard in defense splitting apart the orc's neck. The beast howled as blood poured down its' chest in a maroon gush.
It staggered away towards the fire finally flipping over the chest and falling face-first into the sooty embers.
The rest of the fellowship, who had hid safely in the shadows, came forth into the western circle to secure the warriors' position.
Here the last atrocity stood, madly refusing to give up or flee from the battle. He broke the arrow shaft from it's flesh and barked with determination.
" AGRANA...Come to meet me!!!!"
" By Moradin, this can't be happening!"