Torg:

This is madness.

Half-Orc in headdress:

Yes. Yes it is.

Half-Orc in headdress:

You were locked up in the palace meant to protect us.

Half-Orc in headdress:

All for following the drives that make us human.

Torg:

I am no human. *spits*

Half-Orc in headdress:

You are as human as our supposed king who hides from our foes.

Half-Orc in headdress:

Tell me, has Grumish spoken to you yet, or has he only guided you from afar?

Torg:

I have heard no word from "Grumish".

Half-Orc in headdress:

Ahh, but we all have. Tell me, who took you out to that lake?

Torg:

Tadryn.

Torg: (( spot check to look for him ))

DM:	roll it against Chris' hide. You know he is there already, so...

DM:	no need to be secretive here...

* Boretos rolls: 1d20+6 => 15 + 6 = 21

* Chris rolls: 1d20+11 => 3 + 11 = 14

Chris:

what the shit man

Chris:

why

Torg:

Him. *points*

DM:	Chris gets +2 for distance, but still...

DM:	they all look at you.

DM:	Sorry Chris...

DM:

roll init

* Chris rolls: 1d20+5 => 9 + 5 = 14

* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 6 + 3 = 9

* DM rolls: 1d20 => 19

DM:

lol

Torg: (( omg ))

Half-Orc in headdress:

Seize him!

Chris:

I suppose there's one thing I need to ask myself.

Chris:

Do I feel lucky?

Torg: (( Well, do ya? Punk? ))

Chris:

I'm not WINNING this, that's obvious.

Chris:

But all I have to do is kill the leader, and that's basically my win condition right there.

DM:	I suppose it's what would Tadyren do...

Chris:

TIME TO CONTINUE A PROUD TRADITION

DM:	what do you do?

Torg: (( I can't watch. ))

Chris:

ah shit los is a thing

Chris:

Perfect.

Torg: (( You keep using that word... ))

* Chris rolls: 1d20+6 => 16 + 6 = 22

* Chris rolls: 1d20+6 => 7 + 6 = 13

Chris:

gah balls

Chris:

Well, one's a definite hit, and the other's at least iffy.

DM:	well he has AC 11 + 4 for cover

* Chris rolls: 1d8 => 2

Chris:

Naturally.

Half-Orc in headdress:

Arggh

DM:	your move Adam

Torg: (( an arrow whizzes past Torg's head into an innocent citizen of our fair city... ))

Chris:

welp

Chris:

Just screwed the pooch on my one chance.

Torg: (( turn. ))

DM:	half orc 1 tries a grapple

DM:	do you try AoO?

Chris:

What the hell, I feel lucky. Make your grapple attempt.

Chris:

FAMOUS LAST WORDS

* DM rolls: 1d20+2 => 3 + 2 = 5

Chris:

*sad trombone*

* Chris rolls: 1d20+5 => 12 + 5 = 17

Chris:

haHA

Torg: (( nope. That was the touch attack. ))

DM:	ohh, right...

Chris:

ah

Chris:

so he swings at the air and i look at him like he's stupid

DM:	alright, turn

Chris:

let us see

Chris:

Make 3 AoOs.

DM:	are you shitting me?

Chris:

NOPE. Go for it.

Chris:

YOLOOOOOOOOOO!

DM:	alright, the guy who went for a grapple isn't currently armed, so you may make AoO on him if you wish...

Chris:

Nah.

* DM rolls: 1d20+2 => 7 + 2 = 9

* DM rolls: 1d20+2 => 1 + 2 = 3

* DM rolls: 1d20+2 => 4 + 2 = 6

Chris:

I! AM! INVINCIBLLLLLLLLLLEEEEE!!!!

DM:	you glide past the brutes like a bird from wolves

Torg: (( wat ))

DM:	you have a standard action left...

Chris:

ATTACK ATTACK ATTACK

* Chris rolls: 1d20+8 => 9 + 8 = 17

Chris:

no cover this time...

DM:

100% hit

* Chris rolls: 1d8 => 3

Chris:

oh come ON

DM:	Torg's move

DM:	you can't charge, but that's still only a normal move

Torg: (( sunder on the bow. ))

Torg: (( take your AoO ))

* Chris rolls: 1d20+9 => 9 + 9 = 18

Torg: (( hit ))

* Chris rolls: 1d8 => 2

Chris:

seriously what the heck

DM:	that disrupts sunder right?

Torg: (( yeah. but he shot me at close range. ))

Torg: (( so my turn. ))

DM:

ohh right

DM:	you AoO can disrupt a bow's AoO remember

DM:	this sunder may still go on

* Boretos rolls: 1d20+11 => 6 + 11 = 17

Chris:

hit, but barely

* Boretos rolls: 1d12+9 => 6 + 9 = 15

DM:	that's 15 straight damage to Tadyren

Torg: (( and my sunder will go on? ))

DM:	nvm, you actually missed that attack...

DM:	sunder has been blocked

DM:	take grapples bud

DM:	do you roll AoO?

Chris:

I used my AoO already.

DM:

right...

* DM rolls: 1d20+2 => 8 + 2 = 10

* DM rolls: 1d20+2 => 8 + 2 = 10

* DM rolls: 1d20+2 => 2 + 2 = 4

DM:	do any of those touch?

Chris:

or you could ALL miss

DM:

OMG

DM:	Tady's turn...

Chris:

Touch is currently 17.

Chris:

Good fucking luck.

Torg: (( dang. ))

Chris:

you would be right in the way, torg

Chris:

you would be

DM:	probs not an accident

Chris:

...

Torg: (( probs ))

Chris:

THIS IS INSANE

Chris:

Five-foot step, then full attack!

Chris:

AoO me, Torg.

Torg: (( k. ))

Chris:

And I shall then do you!

Chris:

oh wait can't

Chris:

pity

* Boretos rolls: 1d20+11 => 3 + 11 = 14

Torg: (( wow ))

Chris:

At least I'm not the ONLY one dealing with that crap today.

* Chris rolls: 1d20+8 => 5 + 8 = 13

* Chris rolls: 1d20+8 => 3 + 8 = 11

Chris:

But no cover, so don't those both hit?

Half-Orc in headdress:

...Maybe I should have worn armor today...

* Chris rolls: 2d8 => 6

Chris:

for fuck's sake

Chris:

this is just getting ridiculous

Torg: (( agreed. ))

DM:	go torg go

DM:	I am loving this

Chris:

WIMP FIGHT!

Unknown command: "grapple, I guess.". Try /help for a list of commands.

DM:	4 arrows in this guy

Torg: (( grapple, I guess. ))

Torg: (( gonna aoo? ))

DM:	do you try AoO Chris?

Chris:

mmmmmm...

Chris:

Yeah.

* Chris rolls: 1d20+9 => 7 + 9 = 16

DM:	roll meta AoO

Torg: (( hit ))

* Boretos rolls: 1d20+11 => 15 + 11 = 26

Chris:

PAIN TIME

* Boretos rolls: 1d12+9 => 12 + 9 = 21

Torg: (( max damage to ur buthole ))

Tadryn:

AAAUUUUUGH!

DM:	ok, roll grapples now

* Chris rolls: 1d20+5 => 1 + 5 = 6

Chris:

fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

* Boretos rolls: 1d20+11 => 10 + 11 = 21

* Boretos rolls: 1d20+11 => 16 + 11 = 27

DM:

?

Torg: (( touch then grapple ))

DM:

right

DM:	make a will save to not strike with your fist Torg

* Boretos rolls: 1d20+2 => 2 + 2 = 4

Torg: (( I also have a dagger. ))

DM:	you cannot restrain yourself, and go full force

DM:	you may chose to use or not use the dagger

Torg: (( evens is mercy ))

* Boretos rolls: 1d2 => 1

Torg: (( knife it is. ))

* Boretos rolls: 1d20+11 => 15 + 11 = 26

* Boretos rolls: 1d4+7 => 3 + 7 = 10

DM:	all the half orcs stop, and watch what happens next. Make another will save to avoid finishing him

* Boretos rolls: 1d20+2 => 19 + 2 = 21

DM:	alright, the turn is yours

DM:	Chris, roll to stablize

* Chris rolls: 1d10 => 8

Torg:

Siezed.

Torg:

*pant* *pant*

Half-Orc in headdress:

That isn't an arrest, now is it Torg? I do belive that that was justice...

Torg:

It was self defense.

Half-Orc in headdress:

It was wholesale slaughter. And there is no shame in that. You have killed plenty of beasts in the forrest, and never once cried over them. You killed this man because he served those who wish to prevent us from life

* Chris rolls: 1d10 => 4

Torg:

The beasts have no thought. No will.

Half-Orc in headdress:

Do the slaves of Nerull? Most of us came to join our lord by more kind means; they chose the trade they desired, they exlpored the hidden cove, finally embraced their forbidden love...

Half-Orc in headdress:

Things the priests will not allow.

Half-Orc in headdress:

They are so obsessed with death, they have forgotten about life. Grumish desires us to live.

Half-Orc in headdress:

That is what is out there in the woods, Torg. Freedom.

* Chris rolls: 1d10 => 1

Torg:

Seven men cannot make a new society.

Half-Orc in headdress:

Others will join us. They only need a taste of what was taken from them.

Torg:

I will not follow one who cannot prove their strength. Tadryn was weak. I saw that the first day I went to the lake with him.

Half-Orc in headdress:

Then why not follow yourself? Are you not strong?

Half-Orc in headdress:

Do you not seek justice and freedom?

Torg:

I am. I do.

* Chris rolls: 1d10 => 7

Torg:

Justice and Vengance.

Half-Orc in headdress:

Then kneel.

DM:	he draws a cerimonial looking stick

Torg: (( Torg tentatively gets on one knee. ))

Half-Orc in headdress:

This was the septer of Kord, old god of strength. Uder, leader of half orcs and chief priest of Kord, brought it with us to these woods. But Kord now represents nothing of strength, nor does our so called king.

Half-Orc in headdress:

We stole it, and now I shall use it to dub you King Torg, first of his name. Rightfull ruler of all the free peoples of Damriel.

Half-Orc in headdress:

*taps on shoulders*

Half-Orc in headdress:

Rise. Rise as a king.

* Chris rolls: 1d10 => 5

Torg: (( Torg rises, looks down and stops on Tadryn's head. ))

Torg:

GRAAAAWWW!!!!

Torg: (( stomps* ))

DM:	Chris, make a fort save to not have your head squish

DM:	let's see if you keep any dignaty...

* Chris rolls: 1d20+5 => 14 + 5 = 19

DM:	ok, good enough. Blood comes out, but Tadyrn's face remains recognisably defiant

DM:	The asshole loyal to the end

Torg: (( I reach down and rip off an ear. ))

Torg:

Elves.

Torg:

Looks like we have room for a new archer.

Half-Orc in headdress:

Got any suggestions, your majesty?

Torg:

We'll hold his supplies for now until someone worthy can be found. The body must be disposed of. Everyone else - RECRUIT.

Half-Orc 3:

Aye!

Torg:

The powers that be need not know what we're up to. For now, act casual and discreet. We need not kick the nest.

Torg: (( I might want to break the news to momma. ))

DM:	If you do, tell me. That will be an interesting RP...

DM:	keep in mind you are currently supposed to be under arrest...

Torg: (( good point. I'll go back to the palace where I was left. ))

DM:	also keep in mind people saw you break out...

Torg: (( in that case, I'm moving out of my house. ))

Boretos:

I guess there isn't anything there actually worth bringing.

DM:	you ate that weasel soo long ago...

Torg:

You. *points at random half orc*

Half-Orc:

Aye?

Torg:

You are to keep in town and keep an eye on things. Warn us of their actions.

Half-Orc:

Aye!

Torg:

Advisor...

Torg: (( what's headdress guy's name? ))

Half-Orc in headdress:

I am Oreuth

Torg:

Find where Grumish wishes us to make camp.

Torg:

You. Hunt.

Torg:

You. Wood.

Oreuth:

Grumish gives guidence, not orders, my king. I will lead us to a good place to make camp, far from view, and see if Grumish agrees

Torg:

The rest. Recruit.

Torg:

So be it.

Torg:

Lead the way.

Boretos:

and that's all.

DM:

ok then

DM:	That was a productive session.

Boretos:

very.

DM:	Good job on keeping the tradition strong Chris

DM is disconnected.