Vghotan's swing connects on Ug's shoulder, but the goliath shrugs it off like a pebble, then ends the orc leader with a crushing blow to the chest. The winter wolf fares a little better as it tears with powerful jaws, and Ug can dimly feel that his wounds are many and deep.
Fortunately, Zenithral and Ras tear through the enemy, and the militia reinforcements fight with all their strength. For a moment, the battlefield within the palisade walls is clear of goblins and orcs. The wolves - winter and otherwise - are backed up to the walls, and then the monstrous beasts that are not quickly put down turn and leap the walls again, disappearing into the night.
Ras takes 36 damage, and after resistance Ug takes 16.
The defenders cheer for just a moment, and then the gates take another heavy hit from a flung boulder.
All around, the militia show an odd mix of elation and fear.
Isherwood counts his arrows, then counts them again.
Lord Ulbrec is standing as several men help him get into his armor, which is decorated with a gauntleted hand held high with an open eye embedded in its palm. The symbol of Helm.
Shawford Crale shouts more orders, attempting to drag away the wounded while forming up lines to meet the imminent threat.
Lady Elytharra, on her feet now, does what she can to tend to the wounded.
Vincent and Alalla arrive then, and the companions are united for the first time in hours. There are only a few moments before the gates give way before the barrage, but the heroes know that together they are a true force to be reckoned with.
But can they match an army of bloodthirsty orcs?
OOC:
Instant short rest benefits! So go ahead and roll hit dice and stuff!
Also, everyone has a moment to do what they'd like to prepare. Spells, buffs, go for it.
Zen can also make a speech or something if he would like.
Ug's rage has probably expired by now, but Ras probably has a couple minutes left of his spell.