Chapter 1: A Wizard's Amulet

Ryenne valiantly charges into the mess of wizard and half-orcs, and just as her mace closes the distance towards the wizard it is stopped by a magical shield that appears before him! But between the dagger from Olaf and the arrow from Datura, Vortigern is looking rather nervous; his lack of skeletons to deter you does not help his situation.

Next to the pair, one of the half-orcs grunts and squishes his pig-like face as an arrow from the gnome slams into his arm; he seems hurt, but not downed. Galdar manages to close the gap between himself and the wounded hireling, but his sword fails to taste orc-flesh.

Corian and Monaghan continue fighting with the imp Talon, but even with the enchanted blade fail to have any sort of noticable effect on the vile creature! Some words uttered nearby can be heard when suddenly the imp is alight with an eerie glow! Faionn of the Valley finishes casting her spell and bathes Talon in druidic magic, making it much easier to see and aim at the little bugger.

Nebbleshuven throws the javelin at the nearest half-orc.

Nebbleshuven will join the melee with the half-orcs just as soon as the opportunity presents itself.

Round Three of Combat

The half-orcs see the incoming warriors and drop their bows in exchange for crudely curved swords that had been hanging at their waists. The blades are sharp, but that is the only kind word one could make about the weapons. The first rushes towards Ryenne and cuts through her armor with ease. The second goes after Galdar and manages to stop the priest from striking down their master. Between the two of them screening the fight, Vortigern is able to take a few steps back and cast a spell that seems to split his form into two; identical copies now face you with hatred in their eyes! Meanwhile, Talon continues to fail at stealing away the necklace that Corian seems to insistent on keeping.

Ryenne almost drops her shield from the pain of it all. Her vision is reeling, but there’s no mistaking the ugly Orc face leering at her!

With great determination, she brings her mace up and about, intent on ruining that face for good!

Monaghan continues swatting furiously at Talon with the enchanted blade.

Assuming Nebbleshuven can join the fray, he'll jump in to attack the half-orc battling Ryenne.

Datura swings her bow back towards the wizard and fires off another volley! Surely if the master fell the goons would flee... She hoped.

When the arrows fly stray, the gnome makes a dash towards the treeline looking for cover.

Nebbleshuven watches in dismay amazement as his blade enters the chest of the half-orc, after having such poor luck with swordplay lately. It sinks to its hilt, and the creature grunts in frustration before dying.

Faionn keeps her eyes on Talon as she forms the spell's incantation. She hears the ringing of blades and screams all around her, the heavy thump of someone crashing to the ground. She doesn't turn to see who fell until the spell is cast. Reeling from the tremendous effort under the stress of battle, Faionn watches Talon take on the eerie purple glow of faerie fire.

Faionn watches Corian and Monaghan hacking away at Talon to little effect. She decides to focus her energy elsewhere and sees Nebble and Ryenne score against one of the half-orcs—one more to go. She grips her spear and charges the one fighting Galdar.

The remaining orc finds himself taking blows that are clearly wearing him out. His breath is ragged, but he holds firm! Whatever he fears from Vortigern is far worse than his fear of you. Faionn's spear glances his shoulder and he whirls around to face the druidess. His own attack, fierce as it may be, finds no flesh. And now he is surrounded.

Round Four of Combat

Talon finally manages to rip away the necklace and gives a triumphant screech! The imp turns as if to make away with it, and its master Vortigern cries out, "We have it!" The wizard backs away from the melee and prepares to flee, seemingly waiting on the imp.

Datura keeps the pressure on the wizard as he begins to flee, she licks the fletching of her first arrow and lines up her shot...