1st Party: Bob, Dia, Tristanu
DM: Reese & group have already arrived... and Bob & group we'll have them just starting out... heading back to the temple area...
Dianysia: "So, Bob, what's Reese's story? Why's she so... uh... jumpy?"
Bob: "Ahh, don't worry so much about her, sweet cheeks... she's just worried about Kam, is all... he's not got a lot of experience, but he's the only one we could spare this time."
Tristanu comes out of his room strangely relaxed and ready to take on the world with his newfound friends
Bob: "Ah good, you're ready to go. I got yer treated armor out here, dunno if you wanna hike then put it on, or put it on then hike"
Tristanu: "I'm quite used to wearing it while walking" *Begins to put on armor*
Dianysia: “I'm NOT sweet cheeks!” She unthinkingly smacks Bob with her stick (quarterstaff)
Tristanu: ok then...move action to remove myself from the restraint of this armor which seems to impede me even when I am not wearing it...and delaying to see what the other two do
Dianysia stand stock still, quarterstaff at side, looking both pale and surprised.
Bob wipes his lip, a tiny spot of blood beading at the corner, before glaring over at Dia. "That was one. You get one. Next time, I don't hold back. If you EVER take a swing at me again, I guarantee you will regret it. Am I clear?" While the words are somewhat innocent, the tone is flat and emotionless... the tone of a professional soldier.
Tristanu motions for Dia to come over to him
Dianysia shakes her head towards Tristanu. "I actually... and it... oh my... umm.." Her expression changes. "I need to write this in my journal! I'll have to study that. Thank you for ethe experiment!"
Tristanu looks extremely puzzled
Bob takes a step closer to Dia, getting right up in her face. "Am. I. Clear?"
Dianysia: No, you're rather opaque, actually. Now, you're standing between me and my journal. Oh, and I'm not Sweet Cheeks. Am *I* clear?" ((There is NO fear in her tone))
Bob: Bob grabs for the staff suddenly...
Bob steps back with the staff, growling. "No more."
Dianysia: "Likewise"
Bob flings the staff across the room, knocking boxes to the ground across the way. "Now, get your ass in gear."
Tristanu ducks
Dianysia: "Fine, but no more sweet cheeks... doll, sweetheart, or either of the preferables Dia or Princess is fine..."
Dianysia: "As is Bitch, if need be."
Bob: "Get the hell out of my face, before I lose my temper."
Tristanu grabs dia and spins her to face him...his look says all
Dianysia: "Fine. Whatever... but only for you. Now PLEASE let me go. I don't do well with being manhandled."
Tristanu releases Dia..."Please...let's just make sure we get home"
Dianysia turns to Bob. "Sorry about the face.I don't think I've actually ever hit with my staff before..."
Bob goes to stand in the entrance hall, waiting for Dia & Tristanu to finish up
Tristanu finishes getting armored
Tristanu cusses at the restrictive nature of his armor
Tristanu makes an underhanded comment about his armor seeming to be more trouble than it is worth
DM: btw... the armor has been painted in a green/brown camo pattern, appropriate to the terrain around here
Dianysia writes quickly about incident in journal then stashes it again.
DM: okay… you've arrived within sight of the temple, only to see orcs all over it, obviously examining all the details... after a couple minutes, you hear one of 'em start shouting, and they all start loading into strange metal wagons
Tristanu keeps an eye on them
Bob sits down with his back to a tree, keeping an eye on the orcs in the valley below. "I figure we'll give 'em a couple minutes to clear out before we head down. Sound good to you?"
Dianysia conducts this all to memory to write in her journal
Dianysia whispers "What are those? The wagons..."
Tristanu: " Aye...do you think they will all leave? Or are they known for leaving behind a small defense force?"
Tristanu: "So...how good are you with that metal tosser there Bob?"
Bob shrugs. Who knows. My guess is, they leave a few sentries, maybe as much as a whole squad. And I'm pretty good, I guess... bagged more than my fair share of greenies, I tell you that much."
Tristanu: "Good enough to cover my arse as I head in?"
Dianysia sits on a patch of ground, Jayde cuddled up against me to wait the few minutes. "This is hard to get for me... back home, we are all the same.. not race or gender, but same..."
Bob chuckles. Oh, I should think so." Bob unslings the weapon from his back, snapping two pieces apart to look at the smaller one, before fitting them back together. "My first thought is, I get in position to cover you, then the two of you head in, do whatever you do, and I'll take out as many as I can... sound like a plan?"
Tristanu: "Yep...sounds like the same plan I had in mind"
Dianysia: "I'm just along for the ride."
Tristanu: "Oh...you are here for so much more than just the ride my dear"
Tristanu: "I may have need for your...expertise yet
Dianysia looks at him strangely. "My expertise?"
Tristanu: "Yes...did you get a good look at any of those guys who were speeding off?"
Bob grins. "Awright you two, keep it down. You just figure things out between yerselves, but give me three minutes to get into position, then move out. When I can see you movin, I'll attack. Good enough?"
Tristanu nods at Bob
DM: Yes - they're orcs, dressed similarly to Bob, in the strange mottled green & brown clothing - the strange metal carts have no horses pulling them, made all the more obvious by the lights ahead of them. Something about their wheels strikes you as odd, too... in leaving, you can see that one of the carts was left behind, and at least one orc guarding it, plus who knows how many inside.
Tristanu: "Can you make yourself look exactly like one of them?"
Dianysia: "Yes, but I don't speak their language...Nor do I know their customs..."
Tristanu: "I don't need you to blend in...just provide enough of a chance for me to strike in the event we get ambushed"
Dianysia: "What do you mean?"
Tristanu: "I mean if they see you...they will think twice about opening fire...and if we heard them coming...I would be out of sight and waiting for an opportunity to strike"
Tristanu feels as though this need to dummy down the whole plan is wasting valuable time
Dianysia: "I'd have to get a different cam-o-flage...the one I have now wouldn't work for a shift... it doesn't shift size when I change.
Dianysia: "And do you think it's safe to shift with Bob around? He might shoot me in the confusion..."
Tristanu: after 3 minutes we make our way to the nearest visable entryway...as stealthily as humanly possible for us...which is not much
DM: Trist, you get out of the trees before being spotted
DM: there's probably a good 20 feet between you and the orc by the strange metal wagon
Tristanu: ok then...charge
DM: whiff!
DM: the orc takes a step back, and grabs for something at his hip, eyes going wide at the sight of this strange thing wielding three feet of sharp steel. He pulls out something that looks vaguely like a hand crossbow and points it at you, making noises like Beth's "pistol" as she calls it... sending something clanging through one of your armor joints
DM: Bob is up... and you hear a loud "bang" from off in the woods, and a strange whistling sound zips by your head, the orc jerking backwards slightly, shaking his head as if unnerved
Dianysia casts magic missile.
DM: the bolts slam into the orc, stinging his hide repeatedly, as he continues to growl and try to shake off the hits
Tristanu: ok...step to put him between myself and the APC
DM: he takes a step back, setting his back against the APC, eyes narrowing as he obviously stops worrying about the oddity of the situation, and takes another shot at you... which goes spinning off wildly into the night
DM: Bob... fires again... this time to no visible effect
Dianysia casts magic missile.
DM: the orc growls, as two more bolts come in to sting his hide, blackening bits of his skin. He grunts something out that neither of you recognize.
Tristanu: ok...stepping up right next to him…
Tristanu: Swinging sword...very important...from the right to try to disuade him from stepping to his left on his next move
DM: the orc dodges easily
DM: he'll take another step back, and fire
DM: aaaand, misses VERY poorly, again
DM: Bob now has no shot, so is moving up
Dianysia shifts to have line of sight... then casts electric jolt
DM: a small bolt of lightning blasts into the orc, scorching his vest and playing across the various clips on it.
Tristanu: stepping to block the orc against the wagon again...swinging from the right
DM: slash a line across its arm
DM: at this point, instead of firing, the orc steps back around the corner of the APC and slips his "pistol" into a strange holder at his hip, pulling a strange object off his shoulder, looking similar to the device Bob was carrying, smoothly pulling a strangely-shaped knife from his belt and somehow bolting it to the end of his device, making it look very similar to a short spear.
DM: and Bob's up... has line of fire again... misses
Dianysia: casts ray of frost
DM: hit... a small circle of frost appears on the orc’s clothing, but he shakes the effects off easily.
DM: both of you hear Bob's voice come suddenly from the box at your shoulder: "Keep back from him, I've got something that'll work."
Tristanu: ok then....from this range...drop sword and pull myself a bow =P
DM: it goes right through the orc's shoulder, sticking part-way through... looks VERY painful, as the orc is obviously grimacing
DM: the orc lifts his weapon to his shoulder, obviously in great pain to do so, and aims it at Trist... firing off a burst... which hits the ground by your feet, throwing up dirt clods
Bob holds down the trigger on his assault rifle, squeezing off a burst of auto-fire, filling the air around the orc with spinning bits of metal...
DM: the orc is struck several times, dancing in the air slightly before collapsing, the light gone from his eyes
2nd Party: Reese, Jeff, Beth
DM: okay... you've just topped a hill, and the compound is in sight... it's a fairly small compound, with three concrete buildings forming roughly three sides of a square around a large field area, which is taken up primarily by what is obviously a holding area... bars & razor wire up top... there is a walkway leading from two of the buildings to the periphery of the holding area... the entire compound is surrounded in an 8-ft. chain link fence, with razor wire on top, and several spotlights on top of the buildings are sweeping the plains around... a dirt road leads off to the south
Reese: Drops to her knees and indicates to Jeff to do the same as she pulls out her binoculars and scans the compound.
Jefferson Harco what do you see? *as he drops to his pre-commando position
Reese: "Ok, here is what we are going to do," Reese whispers as she puts her binoculars away, and pulls out two metal balls, with a strange clip attached to them. "You will head down to the fence, without getting spotted, pull the pin here," she says indicating the pin, "and then remove the lever, and toss them over the fence and then run for cover, they will start to run out of the compund, at that point, engage them as is safe. Safe being one on one."
Jefferson Harco: ok then gotcha
Jefferson Harco grabs the balls with the clips chanting to himself, "pull, toss, run...pull, toss, run...."
Reese: "I'll give you some cover and create more chaos from this ridge," she said, putting the scoop of her rifle to her eye, and making a few last adjustments to it. "Go when ready," she says, then starts to move eastwards to line up a shot on the guard at the containment area.
Jefferson Harco starts heading over to the fence, attempting to avoid any detection from overhead spotlights
Reese: I am moving into an appriopriate positon in medium range of the rifle and good cover.
Jefferson Harco: ok well im moving towards the fence, do i notice anyone around?
DM: nope
Jefferson Harco: ok keep going, trying to hide behind whatever is availiable
DM: Jeff... you just barely avoid being pinned by a spotlight
Jefferson Harco is still moving to Nav point Alpha
DM: okay Jeff, you can see a guarad approaching on the inside of the fence, and you're about 30 feet away from it now
DM: Reese, you can see Jeff near the fence, and you can see the guard approaching
Reese: Smiles, moving ten feet to cover (skirmish ability) and drops to her knee to stablize her weapon and takes aim at the approaching guard, and aims it at the orcs upper chest.
DM: yeah... Jeff, the minute you step closer to the fence, he swings the strange stick in his hands to point at you, and yells out something that sounds strangely like "cold"
Jefferson Harco: i stand up and move right to fence
Jefferson Harco: pull the pin on one grenade and throw it over the orcs head as far as i can
DM: right then... ball lobs over his head, bounces a couple times, and suddenly explodes, much like a fireball, except with lots more sudden "boom"
Reese: Reese quickly doubletaps the tirgger of her rifle towards the surprised orc, and counts to two not waiting to see if the orc is down to start running for a new spot.
DM: the guard jerks backwards, obviously hurt but still standing, and obviously pissed. He yells something in orcish, and fires at Jeff...
DM: and you feel something "bite" your arm
DM: and at the same time, several spotlights aim towards you, pinning you in a VERY bright light
DM: Reese, you can also see tons of activity within the compound
Jefferson Harco: ok i run first lob the second ‘ball’ back
DM: orc takes some damage, but it still standing, snarling out at you, as the lights follow you
Reese: Continues her short running, then dropping again to her knees in a very well practiced and trained way, and takes quick aim on the orc, and doubletaps the trigger again.
DM: no effect
DM: The orc behind the fence takes aim again, opening fire, this time letting loose a burst from his weapon... which fails to hit.
Jefferson Harco: Full Round Sprint!!!
Jefferson Harco: away from everything
DM: okay, you're now 200 feet away from the fence... the lights are still following you, but you're about 1/2 way to the limit of where they've cleared back the treeline
Reese: Stands up, and runs ten feet closer to her mark, dropping to her knee again and taking aim, a little more carefully, double tapping the trigger again.
DM: The bullets puff off the orc's body armor, obviously impacting but not doing any significant damage. It does draw the attention of one of the search lights, however... and you are highlighted as well.
DM: The orc diverts his attention from the fleeing monk, and rounds on Reese, firing on automatic in her general direction
DM: Another shot rings out, this one a single shot with a different sound, kicking up the dirt just to the side of Reese
Reese: Jerks around slightly as a round slams well into her gut, getting stopped by her armor, but not before breakign the skin underneath, and causing a fair bit of pain.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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