NARRATOR: (yargh!)
NARRATOR: (GAME ON!)
CIMORENE: (yeah!!)
NARRATOR: (sounds like you're up)
CIMORENE: *she smiles at him* Victory or death, eh? A valiant promise for someone who doesn't even know me
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I suppose valour is about all I have left now*looks off into the distance*
CIMORENE: *she cocks her head to the side, then wanders over to stand next to him, leaning on the railing* may I ask you something?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:You may ask. Perhaps I will answer.
CIMORENE: Why are you helping me when you know so little of me? It could be that I am actually a monster in disguise or some vile thing coming to destroy your... *she stops herself before she says heart, her voice catching and tears coming unbidden to her eyes* ... home
NARRATOR: (wow)
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I was wondering when that thought would cross your mind.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:The elder has foretold your coming. At least someone who is at least similar to you if not you.
CIMORENE: What do you mean?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:He has the foresight they say.
CIMORENE: *she smiles softly to herself as she stares out over the water* I must assign myself to my task... and forget most else. How long will it take to reach your village?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*still looking out to the grim horizon*Some weeks, perhaps less with your magnificent animal.
CIMORENE: *she smiles* His name is Bard... and I believe it is time I was more honest with you. *She extends her hand again* I am Cimorene of the Grey Havens... Cimorene the Violet to those who an remember me
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*puts out his hand in warm greeting again*Nice to meet you Cimorene. You have been fore-told as a few names, I like "the violet" over "the shadow of the west"
CIMORENE: *she blinks at him* "Shadow of the West"?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Yes, these are just names the few of us who know use.
CIMORENE: Why am I called the "Shadow the West"?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:The garb you were said to wear was purple the color of stealth and you were to come from our western borders and be a foreigner.
CIMORENE: So I am a shadow.... from the western lands. *She glances down at herself, then smiles in irony* How annoyingly accurate
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*looks off again*You are supposed to be a herald.
CIMORENE: A herald of what?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I do not know, I was not told and I did not ask.
CIMORENE: *she smiles* Hopefully it's a good herald. I would hate to be a bad herald when I don't intend anything bad. *she smiles impishly, almost anime-style, at him*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*looks back to you*Yes, let us trust to hope.
NARRATOR: *a little hopeful grin pases over his face briefly*
NARRATOR: *he seems a man who has seen much grief*
NARRATOR: *like melendar*
CIMORENE: *the similarities strike her as odd, and Melendar is again called unbidden to her mind. She shakes her head to clear her thoughts* So.... tell me about yourself. We may as well be friends if we're going to be travelling together, eh?
NARRATOR: (what was the name of the town i said he came from? i let a girl borrow the notebook the info is in for my notes)
CIMORENE: hold on)
NARRATOR: (thanks)
CIMORENE: (*still checking*
NARRATOR: (just check when you first met him)
CIMORENE: (Galtaire.)
NARRATOR: (tanks)
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Yes, it couldn't hurt to know some more now could it?*he turns back to you*I come from the citadel of Galtaire. There I was raised and I sometimes return. My place is in the wild, though protecting those who cannot protect themselves and keeping what danger I can from ever nearing the place.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*looks down*Though there is far too much danger for one man to handle...
CIMORENE: Then why go it alone?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:There are almost none who would join me. They are afraid*silences you before a complaint can arise*. They have good reason to be*grim again*there is much to fear these days. There are a small few who do as I do, but we are more effective splitting up. If you find us together then the people know that something truly terrible is afoot.
NARRATOR: *he looks up again and is rubbing the stuble on his face contemplatively*
CIMORENE: *she glances around at the other passengers, then says softly to Igiwi* Is is safe to rest? Or are these of the same mold as the lotion men?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*smiles at the mention of "lotion men"*It is safe for you to rest. I will be your rearguard.*sizes up the small group in a moment*I can protect you from them.
CIMORENE: Are you sure? I only need an hour or so... I'm just so fatigued from.... Ipal's anger...
NARRATOR: Igiwi:That commotion really drained you didn't it. It will be an easy task. Please rest.
CIMORENE: *she smiles at him and sits down, leaning her back against the side of the vessel and is asleep almost in an instant*
NARRATOR: *you don't dream*
CIMORENE: (awwww no dreams for me(\)
NARRATOR: (hiya!)
NARRATOR: (thought you'd find it more of a blessing hehe)
CIMORENE: *grins*)
CIMORENE: (your move, Mr. narrator)
NARRATOR: *you wake up late at night*
NARRATOR: *Igiwi is standing tall over you exchanging words with fellow boat travelers*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:The answer is now and forever "no".
CIMORENE: *she groans and wakes up, having slept hard. She rubs her eyes and yawns* Where are we?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*to you*We are still in the sea. As I said it will take nearly 2 days.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*to the travelers*You see now she is awake, this conversation is over.
CIMORENE: *noticing the conversation, she narrows her eyes and stands* What's going on here?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*to you*You slept well over an hour*smiles*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Worry not about them. All is well.
CIMORENE: *she looks straight at him* That may be true, but if it concerned me or my mission, I wish to know what that was all about
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*in a more hushed tone*They saw you sleeping like "the dead" and only wanted to divide up your posessions amongst us all. I said that you were most definetly alive. They wanted to check your pulse themselves and I very much did not allow it.
CIMORENE: *she stares at him a moment, then glances over at the men, a harsh look in her eyes* Why I oughtta....
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*gently puts a hand on your shoulder*Let us not start trouble on a boat Cimorene. I would not want to capsize would you?
CIMORENE: *she calms and shakes her head* No... I suppose not. But they'd better watch out...
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*now curious*Or what?
CIMORENE: *she tosses her hair over her shoulder* I'll put a curse on them
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*impressed*My you are great aren't you? Then I pity the one that comes after you.
CIMORENE: *she smiles* Can they understand me at all, do you think?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I know their leader could, I was speaking to him in westernese.
CIMORENE: *she nods* INdeed.... well, if you want to get some rest, you can. Bard and I will watch you this time
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I need no rest tonight, but thank you just the same.
NARRATOR: (fast forward?)
NARRATOR: Igiwi: It will be sunrise soon, in any event.
CIMORENE: (sure)
NARRATOR: *things are as fun as ever on the small vessel and you travel the rest of the day in the same horrible weather under what seems to be perpetual storm clouds*
NARRATOR: *it does rain a bit, though, it stops before you reach the eastern shores of this 'sea'*
NARRATOR: *there are forests off to the left of the shoreline in the distance and hilly and rocky plains straight ahead*
NARRATOR: *there is dead or dying grass all around the land. You note that there is no town nearby, you are let off into the shore*
CIMORENE: Wait... Igiwi, where are we? Isn;t your town supposed to be here?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I said it was on the other side of this sea, but not that it was on the shores. We have much riding to do first.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I asked to be dropped off away from the nearest port for fear of your womenhood being threatened.
CIMORENE: *she blinks at him* Oh... well.... thank you for the consideration... *is clearly taken aback by his notion* But what about food for the journey over land?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:If your stock runs out we will have to stop eveyday and hunt. I am sorry, living the land for so long I forgot that people live otherwise*looks apologetic*. If you wish we can ride north some and buy stock.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:There are some frontier towns south as well.
CIMORENE: *she smiles* no... don' t worry. I am not some milk and bread lass. I am an accomplished woodswoman. Have you a horse, or will we be riding double?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:If you would allow me to, I would ride with you. I have no horse but one I find in the wild and ride for a time. It will be good to travel with a fellow walker of the land.*happy now*
CIMORENE: *she glances over at bard* What do you think, old frind?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Now did you need to see any town or stop somewhere along the way or are we to ride straight to Galtaire?
NARRATOR: Bard:I will bare him
CIMORENE: I would like to stop anywhere that might have knowedge of wizards or magic.
NARRATOR: *igiwi seems ever impressed of bard*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*scratches his greasy haired head*I do not know off-hand anywhere outside of Galtaire. But rumour passes everywhere. I think your chances would be well in most places.
CIMORENE: *she nods* Then straight to Galtaire then *she leaps up ont Bard*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*nods and gets on bard carefully*Onward then.
NARRATOR: *3 days pass of riding*
NARRATOR: *it mists and lightly rains every once in a while but the clouds have not cleared and the wind persists*
NARRATOR: *over the last day you have entered a sparsely populated forest area with great tall trees*
CIMORENE: *is taking in all she can*
NARRATOR: *to you the forest feels ancient*
NARRATOR: *the ground is dirt in great need of water and there are man leaves falling from the end of the fall season*
CIMORENE: These woods are old.... very old...Full of memory...
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I have always suspected as much, but who can know for certain outside of the elder and a few others.
NARRATOR: *it is just about sundown*
CIMORENE: *she smiles over her shoulder at him as they ride* They are lovely... (Didja get the quote in there?)
NARRATOR: *as much as the sunlight affects these lands*
NARRATOR: (absoultely)
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Do you have any food left?
CIMORENE: (it's been three days?)
NARRATOR: (ya, plus you've been on the road since minas tirith)
NARRATOR: (so like 3 and a half weeks)
CIMORENE: (ouch. )
CIMORENE: Just enough for today... and that's not saying much
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Then I will feed myself tonight.
NARRATOR: *you notice over these days that Igiwi sleeps little at all for a man, perhaps the least you've ever seen. some nights he never sleeps at all*
CIMORENE: Are you sure?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Yes, you eat your food and I will find mine in these trees. If you'd allow me some time. *he gets off bard and begins to scale a tree*
CIMORENE: *she nods and settles down under the tree, casting Sense Power*
NARRATOR: (remember it's free for you to cast)
CIMORENE: (what do I add again?)
NARRATOR: (just roll to see what you feel)
CIMORENE: (11)
NARRATOR: (2d6 plus your observe+2 since this is a magic test and you're an elf)
CIMORENE: (hold on)
CIMORENE: (20)
NARRATOR: (okay then............)
NARRATOR: *you can feel about EVERYTHING around you, it is almost overwhelming*
NARRATOR: *you feel the trees much more now and they are alive as ents, but have gone a bit tree-ish*
CIMORENE: *she smiles at the ent-trees and inclines her head politely*
NARRATOR: *you feel Igiwi and his great physical power climbing a tree and you can feel the fairly plump rodent he hunts quickly and quietly*
NARRATOR: *you feel the pain of some of these trees at the edge of your range in pain*
NARRATOR: *it is not clear why they hurt because that is too far to sense from you*
NARRATOR: *the skies feel sad to you*
CIMORENE: *she winces at the pain, figuring that someone is cutting them down for firewood and reminds herself to ask Igiwi*
CIMORENE: (the trees cry out as they die, but you cannot hear them)
NARRATOR: *igiwi comes down victorious with a large rodent under-arm*
NARRATOR: (hehe)
NARRATOR: (you can say it to him)
CIMORENE: *she smiles at him as she offers bard some oats* Is there a town nearby here?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:If I remember correctly there is one a few days or so south. *south is the opposite direction the tree pain comes from btw*
CIMORENE: *she thinks for a moment* No towns at all? Settlements? Anything?
CIMORENE: To the north of here?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Perhaps there are I am not certain. We are still a ways away from the areas I usually wander.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Why do you ask?
CIMORENE: *she thinks another moment, then glances at him* May we take a small detour? I would like to inspect something.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:It is of no matter to me. Where would you have us go?
NARRATOR: *he has rings around his eyes of an insomniac*
CIMORENE: *she blinks at him a few times, then shakes her head* No where right now. You need to sleep.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*proudly*I require no sleep today. Something is troubleing you though, what is it?
NARRATOR: *a tree stops crying and you feel it die*
NARRATOR: *about this time your spell ends*
CIMORENE: *she puts a hand on his shoulder* Something is killing the trees... they hurt... and if there are no people around here, what's killing them?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I have no idea how you know this. If what you say is true I have no more an answer than you.
CIMORENE: *she nods* I would like to investigate. They're in such pain.... *she stares off to the North*
NARRATOR: Igiwi: *Concerned now* If something threatens them I will help you.
CIMORENE: *she nods* We can eat later..... let's go. *leaps onto Bard*
NARRATOR: *he stows the rodent in his pack*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Perhaps we should be cautious with something harming these great of trees...
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I can go on foot if you like to be a surprise if it is needed?
CIMORENE: *she nods* Good idea. Keep to the shadows, but follow me close *spurs Bard onward*
NARRATOR: *he disapears into the scant underbrush with ease*
NARRATOR: *you ride for a couple minutes to find the disturbance*
NARRATOR: (observe)
CIMORENE: (15)
NARRATOR: *there is a clearing on this part of the forest with a troll weilding a giant axe surrounded by orcs and uruk-hai*
NARRATOR: *you see them first*
CIMORENE: (Define surrounded)
NARRATOR: (like a number?)
CIMORENE: (yeah)
NARRATOR: (like 1 troll, 15 orcs, and 7 uruk-hai)
CIMORENE: (shiiiiit)
NARRATOR: (pretty small group)
CIMORENE: *she turns Bard right on around and heads back out of hearing range*
NARRATOR: (ride check)
CIMORENE: (boscars)
NARRATOR: *bard turns on a dime and without a sound starts travelling the other way*
NARRATOR: *you reach a point where you feel confident of not being overheard*
CIMORENE: Whew.... Igiwi?
NARRATOR: *he comes quietly from behind a tree*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:You were not followed.
CIMORENE: Good
CIMORENE: *she glances back to where the orcs are* What do you make of that?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:but your horse will leave tracks...
NARRATOR: Igiwi:It is typical, I do not know why they do it but I assume it is only for evil.
CIMORENE: What should we do?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:If you would join me, we can attempt to end their reign of terror on this forest*he looks ready to commit to this in a heartbeat*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I cannot promise success.
NARRATOR: *his eyes are twinkling now for justice*
CIMORENE: *she sighs, then glances back at the clearing* It will very dangerous.... but I cannot allow such reckless destruction of such a venerable forest
NARRATOR: (btw you are both speaking common elven remember)
CIMORENE: (yeah)
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I often wonder what men can do against such reckless hate. Let us be that answer here today.*he seems to be praying*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*takes out his massive sword and kisses it**to the sword*Well old friend, let us one more time.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*to you*How shall we do this? We must have plan.
CIMORENE: *she picks up her bow and readies an arrow* Indeed. I am going to be casting a few spells, so do not be alarmed.
CIMORENE: I can try to frighten them into confusion first...
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*seems skeptic*I doubt much can frighten that bunch...
CIMORENE: They've never come up against an angry wizardess either
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Very well. I will trust you on this. Are we prepared then?
CIMORENE: *she nods* As soon as they begin to scatter, try to get at them. Leave the troll to me. can you handle the orcs and Urk Hai for a bit?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*smiles bittersweetly*I will try.
CIMORENE: *she nods and spurs Bard onward again, beginning to chant softly under her breath* (Display of Power)
CIMORENE: (cast)
NARRATOR: (k, tell me how it looks)
CIMORENE: (A white, blinding fire rolls around her as she rides forward, her voice deafening in the still woods* Begone from my forest!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NARRATOR: (roll a d6)
CIMORENE: (oh, that means I get an intimidate and inspire test.... (I rolled a five))
NARRATOR: (k now roll the intimidate)
CIMORENE: (15)
CIMORENE: (wait.... )
CIMORENE: (25)
NARRATOR: (you have to be joking...)
CIMORENE: (I rolled a regular 15, plus 10 for the spell hony)
NARRATOR: (yuck)
CIMORENE: (heeheehee)
NARRATOR: *the orcs all flee into the woods and the uruk-hai do the same, but retreat only to the forests edge and ready bows somewhat without much confidence*
NARRATOR: *the troll, however seems not phazed in the least at you and readies himself*
CIMORENE: *and readies a lightening bolt to fire at him*
NARRATOR: *the area is a large 50 foot or so circle with 1 downed tree going halfway threw it*
NARRATOR: (k roll your stamina)
CIMORENE: (17)
NARRATOR: (ya you're fine)
CIMORENE: (casts.... and it is indeed cast)
NARRATOR: (what you roll?)
CIMORENE: (11)
NARRATOR: *your bolt of lightning hits him dead on and very much hurts him*
NARRATOR: *he his angry*
NARRATOR: *Igiwi cannot be found in the imediate area*
NARRATOR: (initiative)
CIMORENE: (deals 20 damage)
CIMORENE: (12 initiative)
NARRATOR: (wait what was that 11?)
CIMORENE: (The weariness to cast the spell)
NARRATOR: (okay then)
NARRATOR: (you are up)
CIMORENE: *fires two arrows into his head*
NARRATOR: (called shots?)
CIMORENE: (yup.... what's the minus?)
NARRATOR: (something like -4)
CIMORENE: (14 first shot)
NARRATOR: *misses*
CIMORENE: (18 second)
NARRATOR: *a hit*
CIMORENE: (15 damage)
NARRATOR: (wow*
CIMORENE: (For once I'm actually rolling well)
NARRATOR: *the troll is alive, but very hurt*
NARRATOR: *arrows fly at you from the forest now, ones as big as those that killed boromir*
NARRATOR: *one strikes home*
CIMORENE: (oh, am I still intimiating them? I stil get a d6)
NARRATOR: (you rolled that already)
NARRATOR: (they have fled far enough away not to be so afraid)
NARRATOR: (if you charged them they would flee again till they felt safer)
CIMORENE: (I still get a +5 for d6+1 rounds to intimidate them)
NARRATOR: (okay then, but that is an action to use)
CIMORENE: (understood. Damage for the arrow?)
NARRATOR: *the arrow deals 8 damage*
NARRATOR: *the troll swings his mighty axe at you*
NARRATOR: (oh no...)
NARRATOR: (box cars)
CIMORENE: (shiiiiiiiit)
NARRATOR: (almost min damage though)
NARRATOR: (oh wait, that means full)
NARRATOR: *he digs into your ribcage with a 25*
NARRATOR: (roll a ride check to not be pulled by your ribs off bard)
CIMORENE: ((14))
NARRATOR: (i advise a courage point)
CIMORENE: (shiiiiiit.... ok, one point)
NARRATOR: *as the troll pulls back his axe you managed to slip off the tip of the axe, though you have a deep wound in you now*
CIMORENE: (*Is Injured*)
NARRATOR: *his axe, dipped in your blood goes back and he confidently swings his left hand bare at you two*
NARRATOR: (what is bards defense?)
CIMORENE: (11)
NARRATOR: *he punches bard*
CIMORENE: (......)
CIMORENE: (now he dies)
NARRATOR: *14 damage to bard*
NARRATOR: (ride check to stay on him and keep him upright too)
CIMORENE: (13)
NARRATOR: (you need closer to a 20)
CIMORENE: (not happening)
NARRATOR: (k...)
NARRATOR: (swiftness roll)
NARRATOR: *bard takes 3 fall damage on top of that*
CIMORENE: ((11)
NARRATOR: *you take an additional 2 damage*
NARRATOR: *bard pretty much just disapeared from under you and you just fell right down*
CIMORENE: (lol)
NARRATOR: (it is kinda funny to visualize)
NARRATOR: (you are up)
CIMORENE: (hmmmm)
CIMORENE: (lightening)
NARRATOR: (k, gonna be a minus)
CIMORENE: ((13 without your minus)
NARRATOR: (you need 7 right?)
CIMORENE: (yup)
NARRATOR: (you made it)
CIMORENE: (goodie)
CIMORENE: (19)
NARRATOR: *the troll falls down dead, and falls backwards too, so no crushing damage to you*
CIMORENE: (*falls over laughing*)
NARRATOR: (?)
CIMORENE: *She turns and faces the other orcs and such, making an intimidate*)
CIMORENE: (I'm just glad he didn't fall on me again)
NARRATOR: *you see a few orc corpses thrown dead into the center and battle joined in the woods*
CIMORENE: *decides to forego the intimidate and rushes to help Igiwi, readying her bow as soon as she's in range*
NARRATOR: *you see him fighting off 3 uruk-hai*
NARRATOR: (1 action left)
CIMORENE: *fires an arrow into the nearest*
NARRATOR: (remember minus's)
CIMORENE: (19)
NARRATOR: * a hit*
CIMORENE: (12)
NARRATOR: *the beast seems quite wounded but still stands*
NARRATOR: *an arrow hits you from behind*
NARRATOR: *7 damage*
CIMORENE: *she cries out and whirls to shoot back*
NARRATOR: (extra actions?)
CIMORENE: (?)
CIMORENE: (Sorry, thought it was my turn)
NARRATOR: (it's not your turn and you used your 2 actions and then some)
NARRATOR: (k then)
NARRATOR: *another arrow strikes you this one doing 9 damage*
CIMORENE: (DANGEROUSLY close to passing out)
NARRATOR: *Igiwi cuts down the other 2 uruk-hai with his massive blade, the one you shot still stands and attacks him*
NARRATOR: *the beast catastrophically misses due to you shooting him in his right elbow and igiwi get the chance to finish him with a decapitation*
NARRATOR: (you're up)
NARRATOR: *your gash in your stomach is very bad and bleeding, your armor absorbs -1 from now on)
CIMORENE: *whirls and fires two arrows back to where the arrows hit her*
CIMORENE: ( 10 and 7)
NARRATOR: *both miss*
CIMORENE: (figures)
NARRATOR: (extra actions?)
CIMORENE: (nope)
NARRATOR: *upon turning you see the 3 uruk-hai archers far from you*
CIMORENE: (Damn)
CIMORENE: (Next?)
NARRATOR: (k)
NARRATOR: (what is your defense, 11 right?)
CIMORENE: (yeah)
NARRATOR: *2 hit 1 misses*
CIMORENE: (shiiiiit again)
NARRATOR: *12 and 5*
CIMORENE: (oh my god)
NARRATOR: (gulp)
NARRATOR: (what's the verdict?)
CIMORENE: (incapacitated)
NARRATOR: (okay then let me finish this)
CIMORENE: *she screams and falls to her knees*
NARRATOR: (courage will wake you instantly)
CIMORENE: (Make it so)
NARRATOR: *you nearly lose conciousness on your knees but a jolt of energy comes into you from no-where*
NARRATOR: *Igiwi charges the Uruk-hai in a dead charge straight at them screaming and indesciphearble battle-cry*
NARRATOR: *the speach feels like the black tounge to you*
CIMORENE: (I speak Black Speech)
NARRATOR: (? naturally?)
CIMORENE: (Saruman taught me, remember?)
NARRATOR: (or is it an aquired language you have a skill # in?)
CIMORENE: (Skill #)
CIMORENE: (+2)
NARRATOR: (so roll 2d6 +2)
CIMORENE: (9)
NARRATOR: *he seems to be shouting how they will regret the day they ever set foot in this forest*
CIMORENE: *she groans and tries to fire one arrow towards an enemy*
NARRATOR: *an arrow settles into his shoulder and he goes onward at them*
NARRATOR: (fire away)
CIMORENE: (15)
NARRATOR: (with minus'?)
CIMORENE: (yup)
NARRATOR: (wow, hit)
CIMORENE: (Thank God I have a +12 normally)
NARRATOR: (Damage roll)
CIMORENE: (16)
NARRATOR: *the hit uruk, winces in pain but does not die*
NARRATOR: *Igiwi is almost upon them and is struck again after the other 2 missed*
NARRATOR: *he stumbles back a moment in pain with a groan but gets back up and begins melee combat with them*
NARRATOR: (you're up)
NARRATOR: (this is round 5btw)
CIMORENE: *tries to draw her sword and hurry after him to help in the combat*
NARRATOR: (1 action to get up)
NARRATOR: (free sword draw)
CIMORENE: (charging forward then*
NARRATOR: *as you charge, igiwi brings the one you shot down and parrys a swing, the other stabs him in the chest*
CIMORENE: IGIWI!!!!!!! *slashes forward in almost a blood rage*
NARRATOR: *igiwi is shaking as he puts up his defense once more*
CIMORENE: (my turn?)
NARRATOR: (yes)
NARRATOR: (round6)
CIMORENE: (attacks with her sword..... holy shit..... boxcars)
NARRATOR: *a mighty hit*
NARRATOR: (also i realize the troll hit to you should have done more damage with his box-cars)
CIMORENE: (14)
NARRATOR: (should have done 6 more, but it was a narrarator mistake)
CIMORENE: (huh? I should have been more hurt?)
NARRATOR: (14 plus strength modifier)
NARRATOR: (yes you should be more hurt, did you want that as a freebie since i forgot?)
CIMORENE: (If not then I'm passed out still)
CIMORENE: (oh wait.... 17 damage. strength)
NARRATOR: (how much health do you have left?)
NARRATOR: *your uruk-hai dies*
NARRATOR: *barely*
CIMORENE: (I'm still incapacitated. I have 22 hp left in total)
NARRATOR: (k, just let the extra 6 go since i forgot. but remember the awesome strength a troll wields)
CIMORENE: (you got it)
NARRATOR: *Igiwi blocks both slashes at him from his opponent and the two eye eachother for the next exchange*
NARRATOR: *you can hear a few orcs around start to gain their courage back against you*
CIMORENE: (gods, there's MORE?)
NARRATOR: Igiwi:We cannot hold here much longer!
NARRATOR: (no, igiwi didn't get to kill them all)
NARRATOR: (they all fled in different directions)
CIMORENE: *she nods* We have to run! *whistles for Bard*
NARRATOR: (bearing test)
CIMORENE: (with minuses?)
NARRATOR: (no, not for this)
CIMORENE: (13)
NARRATOR: *bard gets up quickly from the ground and harkens to your call*
NARRATOR: *5 orcs chase him*
CIMORENE: *she jumps up onto Bard and holds a hand down to Igiwi* Come, my friend. We have to get out of here now
NARRATOR: *3 more are running towards igiwi's combat from behind the uruk*
NARRATOR: *Igiwi tries to finish his battle quickly...*
NARRATOR: *he takes the monsters right foot and it trips to the ground*
NARRATOR: *Igiwi leaps on bard quickly*
NARRATOR: (roll a d6 for loss of blood damage)
CIMORENE: *spurs Bard on(5)
NARRATOR: *5 more damage to you from the massive wound you have*
CIMORENE: *And bard charges off as she begins to drift out of consciousness again*
CIMORENE: (actually, I gtg real soon)
NARRATOR: (you go to another wound level?)
CIMORENE: (two points away from it)
NARRATOR: (yipe)
NARRATOR: *bard rides you quite a distance out for a few minutes*
NARRATOR: *Igiwi stops bard*
NARRATOR: (END)