Since there weren't any objections, Vivora quickly jumped into one of her tall tales. "Okay, so I was alone on a dark, cloudy night. It was hard to see, it was so dark. I had made a small camp for myself, and I had a campfire. What I didn't think of at the time was that the campfire would be like telling my enemies, 'Here I am!'
"Anyway, as I was sitting by the fire keeping warm, as the air was rather cold that night, I saw glowing green eyes in the trees across the fire from me. I jumped to my feet, short sword drawn, and started shouting at it, hoping I could intimidate whatever it was. Instead, it moved closer.
"I could now see its outline, and it was a dire wolf! I couldn't believe it! I thought I was about to be the dire's next meal for sure!
"The dire came closer, and I walked around the fire, waiting for it to come within range for an attack. When it finally lunged at me, I held up my sword, and the wolf came down upon it. It practically killed itself! I couldn't believe my luck!"
Oliron feeling more relaxed decides to share a story, "I remember being told this story by my mother from time to time as a child. It is about my father. Back when he was a young man the village had a dragon problem. A young red dragon had moved into a nearby cave. The dwarves that normally mined their were caught off guard and several of them were killed. The remaining dwarves burst into the tavern where my father was milking an ale. They were panicked and looking for help, he set off with them immediately to try and help them retrieve any survivors."
Oliron looks around to see if anyone is listening, *wrap it up*, he thinks. "At the cave my father faced the dragon. He had never seen real battle before and was horribly outmatched. Knowing if he fought he would be killed the only other option was running. My father did not run away though, he ran towards the dragon. With a mighty swipe of his two handed sword he cleaved the dragon's head clean off."
*Woosh*, Oliron makes a swiping motion with his arm.
ooc: I just read the last game thread. I just want to say we should note somehow where this tree is located or copy the markings on it. In my head I am picturing it like a map for the orcs.
Edited: Oliron on 26th Nov, 2010 - 10:13pm
Thorn clears his throat and starts a song, he sings rather a somber ballard about loss and hope.
He didn't want to sing to loudly as it seemed a time to enjoy the reflection of trouble and misgivings in the world.
Oliron wakes the next day to the sunrise. Dew still hangs on the foliage as he gathers up Jonas / cart and horse.
Oliron scatters the remaining embers then mounts his horse.
"I hope we find orcs today.", he says simply.
Oliron takes his position as the party sets out again.
Ic ( to Oliron) I agree with you on us finding orcs to show or prove our skills and to work as a team but Oliron I need to know your style do you rush into combat or stay back a few seconds and start with bow ? I don't want to upset you and do something wrong ?
My style is to rush in a group and work on killing them. I have cleave and two handed style so that lends to my strategy. If an opponent is big and easy to hit I will one hand a sword.
Also I don't want you guys to have to "prove yourselves". I just wanted to put a battle under your belts, hopefully putting you past level 2. This way you have more hp and stuff.
Edited: Oliron on 27th Nov, 2010 - 6:49am
IC: ( to Oliron) well I have cleave also so I hope you don't mind if I rush with you tell you what I'll rush with you unless you yell something then I'll divert wherever you say.
Vivora awoke as well with the sunrise. She helped the others dissemble the camp. She noticed Uthet and Oliron talking to each other and made out the words, "battle" and "belt." Curious she moved closer to the two.
"What are you talking about? Are you saying you want to go into battle with a belt as your weapon? I don't think a belt would do much damage, although," she paused, wincing at the thought, "it does sting."