Targos
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Nodding he agrees with Al. "Pomab attacked your family's house. I fought them and they fled. You killed the last of Pomab's help. I doubt he'll try again anytime soon. Erevain should be more than enough protection now. You're right though, the wall needs us more. We'll track Pomab down later. Let him squirm with fear till then."
They fan out, several with crossbows and a handful with spears.
Rolls
Persuasion with Al-vantage - (1d20+2, 1d20+2)
1d20+2 : (7) + 2 = 9
1d20+2 : (16) + 2 = 18
"This is for Uncle Oswald!" he chokes, watching his flames wreak havoc on the enemy.
Rolls
Fire damage - (4d8)
(7371) = 18
One of the crossbowmen takes a step forward, weapon pointed toward Alalla. "She has a history of violence, that one." In the darkness, it takes Alalla a moment to recognize this member of the militia. Kalden. It seems that in time of war, Commander Crale has decided to call on this former member of the militia, crippled though he is. "Funny that you show up just at the same time that the orc army does. It's because she's one of them, boys. She's got orc blood."
The clink of armor carries on the wind as the men shift uncomfortably. None of them lower their weapons.
Vincent can see a faint aura of enchantment magic around these guards. Someone is swaying their emotional state with a spell.
Alalla looks down and notices that the orcs still look like humans. She vaguely recognizes their faces. She curses. "Look, they are orcs. Feel their faces, if you must. It's magic."
Jerresh looks conflicted, but then sets his jaw. "You just want us to lower our guard so you can murder us like you did these other guards."
Feeling bolder, Kalden calls out again. "Show us your teeth, orc. Prove you aren't one of them!"
Rolls
Wolves vs Ras (3 attacks) - (3d20+5)
(17111) + 5 = 34
Goblins vs Zen (2 attacks) - (2d20+4)
(89) + 4 = 21
Orc vs Ras (2 attacks) - (2d20+5)
(1510) + 5 = 30
Wolves vs militia (4 attacks) - (4d20+5)
(20496) + 5 = 44
Dmg to Ras - (6d6+9)
(255546) + 9 = 36
Dmg to militia - (2d6+15)
(61) + 15 = 22
Winter wolf recharge - (1d6)
(2) = 2
Vghotan vs Ug (2 attacks) - (1d20+8, 1d20+8)
1d20+8 : (15) + 8 = 23
1d20+8 : (5) + 8 = 13
Winter wolf vs Ug (adv) - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)
1d20+7 : (15) + 7 = 22
1d20+7 : (7) + 7 = 14
Dmg to Ug - (2d6+5, 2d12+5)
2d6+5 : (16) + 5 = 12
2d12+5 : (79) + 5 = 21
Militia dmg to wolves - (14d6+14)
(36244341262631) + 14 = 61
Turning to Spector, Vincent commands, "Attack the guards, but don't kill them."
Turning back to Al Vincent continues, "Done, let's get out of here." Vincent races off towards the palisade.
The elf's green eyes are concerned as he searches Alalla's face. "Alalla, your father and uncle are safe. Are you well? Pomab said that you are... different."
He appears to be alone.
He takes a step closer, still carefully watching her. "Alalla. We need to talk."