Lionel, seeing some of the groups" reactions, makes sure to be in the protection of the nearby trees. "I can't believe how bad orcs aim, any worse they"d hit each other", Lionel continues, laughing.
Oliron stops running as he sees the last one fall. Walking up to his now dead target the muscular fighter frowns grimly. He checks the body of the middle orc to make sure its completely dead. Rolling the dirty orc over, checking its vitals. He then calls Jonas, whistling (Handle Animal 21), Jonas meanders up to Oliron. He then removes Jonas's pack and slings an orc onto her back. Sheathing his sword, returning his shield, he picks up his donkeys rope.
Oliron looks around at the party as they regroup. "Very nicely done." Oliron says simply. I hope all our battles could be so decisive. Were do we stash them Namdar?
Oliron looks uncomfortable, "I think we should loose thier heads were we stash them." Less blood on the trail to be found.
Oliron shrugs. "Just a thought."
* Krusten grins at the ill fate of the orcs, she wonders how many of her arrows made the difference *
Sa: Making sure to get back arrows.
* She looks around at the group and says professionally *
Off with their heads then, who will do the honor?
The Beast is again disappointed about not contributing to thr battle and without thinking says "I will be at the front next time".
SA: Make sure I'm at the front next time so I can like hit something.
Lionel joins the group, but doesn't say anything; he listens to the groups talk. It seems like he's struggling to become calm, a look of terror is on his face for a few moments before finally his eyes slowly clear, his smile becomes carefree once again if strand, and he looks up. Lionel says with a nervous laugh, "Well, I guess my insults didn't make a difference in this battle", Lionel falls silent once again, it is clear to all that he is troubled, he goes and picks up his arrows, cleaning them as best he can.
Lionel shacks his head, as if to say 'that not the reason way", the worry clear on his face, "It wasn't the orcs I felt fear toward but"¦ it was a fear of the thoughts I had"¦ during the battle, thoughts that caused a horrible coldness to pass over me." The group sees a shiver pass over Lionel, as if he had some kind of chill.