D&D Adventure #2: Green Shell Suit

[Baliame]

I'll attempt to grab him before he makes it off.

Roll(1d20)+-2:
17,+-2
Total:15

[Grimmie]

For reference for everyone else, that was a super exciting <a href="http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Touch_atta ... cks">touch attack</a>.

Luckily that sort of attack disregards armour. You sling your staff around his neck and pin him back against you. He squeals like a stuck pig.

[FatherJack]

Might be wise ta make our stand here, where we got room to swing some steel, plus we know where to go if things get bad.

If we are, I'd like to put my torch in a wall-holder so I have both hands free, after searching it for traps, first:

Search:
Roll(1d20)+5:
14,+5
Total:19

[Grimmie]

You're fairly certain there aren't any traps, hock out the unused torch and slam your own in the holder.

All the hustle and bustle has died down, there are a few guttural grunts coming from the other side of the wall you're facing, but nothing either Glibberig or Forenrond can make out.

[Baliame]

Shankley, ask him what all that was about. I'm getting tired of attempting to talk to a wall.

[Grimmie]

Unsurprisingly he doesn't seem to want to talk any more.

[Baliame]

I guess they're all afraid of whatever that was, it must have been the orc. Tell him that we can protect him from the orc, but only if he starts talking.

[Dog Pants]

I don't think there's a lot more to know really. Any minute now we're going to be up to our giblets in greenskins.

I'm drawing my rapier.

Looks like your boss is going to come to us, Greeny. He's gonna be upset at you.

[Baliame]

In that case, I don't want this one becoming a nuisance as we fight.

I'll release him, since he's absolutely useless.

[Grimmie]

He darts left, and then right, running out of sight, screaming as he does so.

A deep, gruff Orcish voice booms from the opposite side of the wall.
It seems to be yelling in common, loud enough for you all to hear.

COME AND TASTE THE STEEL OF MY AXE, HUMANS!

Just for flavour, Orcs in my campaign talk with a Turkish accent, or a close approximation of one.

[Baliame]

Hey, Thor, I think he's talking to you.

[Roman Totale]

It can't taste much worse than you mother's cooking!

He plucks a few strings:

Rally round, brothers
And steady your nerves
For if this Orc doth best us
He'll have our balls as Hors d'œuvres

That right there is some Bardic Music - Inspire Courage in this instance. Everyone receives +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects, and +1 morale bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

This will last for as long as I keep playing/singing and for 5 rounds thereafter. I think I'll only stop if a clear shot opens up or something else happens.

[FatherJack]

I'll draw my blades.

[Grimmie]

I dunno why you guys think this is an appropriate time for sketching your weapons.

[Baliame]

Because.. there is a very angry orc with a stainless steel butter knife on the other side of the wall?

[Dog Pants]

Looks like this guy isn't coming to us after all. I'll approach the door to the right with a view to listen at it or peer through the keyhole.

[FatherJack]

Tell the orc to hurry up if you see him.

[Grimmie]

Make a spot-check, pants

[Dog Pants]

Roll(1d20)+5:
4,+5
Total:9

[Baliame]

You spot your own eyelid. Try opening your eyes.