Post by Laufeia Denkashi on Dec 15, 2013 4:30:14 GMT -5
In the far back of the group, where she was barely noticeable, stood Laufeia with her arms crossed, staring at the others with her cold crimson eyes. She was wearing a dark outfit with a head band over her silver hair, along with her rose necklace hidden underneath her clothes. She did not expect the introductions, and she didn't really feel that it was truly necessary to waste the group's time by making each member known to the others.
Alas she had no choice; might as well go through it rather than have everyone look at you as if you were a suspicious individual. She hacked a cough and stepped forth as her cold and emotionless words slipped out of her lips as she spoke. "The name's Laufeia, Laufeia Denkashi." She grabbed the hilt of her katana and slowly released it from its sheath; the sound of the steel grazing against the sheath echoed in the air.
A current of electrical energy whirled around the iridium blade as she held it vertically in front of her eyes. It was recently polished and sharpened, and the blade brightly shone underneath the powerful sunlight of the searing desert "And this is Denki, my trusted katana. If any of you even think about harming one of us throughout the expedition, might as well think twice before acting." With that said, she walked back to the far end of the group and looked at each one of the members; Although she sounded cocky and confident, her words were just a way to deter those who had bad intentions and make them think twice before doing anything they might regret. Status: Healthy.
Equipments:
- Denki - Black outfit - A bag with 7 days of ration - Plastic canteen filled with water
Post by Razie Tynerson on Dec 15, 2013 11:26:56 GMT -5
Razie took mental notes of all who gave their introductions in the group but found himself only truly fascinated with three for very specific reasons. Mundo, the perfect front liner they would need at the first sight of danger, the female Summoner Naiyu with her healing magic to keep them in a relative safe state of health, and finally the metal man who called himself Sendrel. Razie was already making scenarios in his mind about combining their sonic based abilities for whatever may stand in their way and found himself satisfied with the outcome around 60% of the time, a fine number for all the variables surrounding the horrible tale of this tomb mind you, though if someone were reading his face and noting his expression at the introduction of these three they would most likely assume favortism, though this would be false. It simply meant that the information these three had given him would prove to be the most useful for what lies ahead.
Now that everyone was done introducing themselves he had to think... 'terms of placement where do these people stand?' he thought to himself, this would most definitely be something that would have to be thought of, but seconds later he just decided to stick with his common strategy of the 'Dungeon Crawl' that Anthony had given him which was relatively simple. Frontline soldiers in the front confronting the enemy head on, mages and the ranged like in the middle using their powerful spells to quickly react to a danger in front or behind them, and last the precious healer in the rear making sure any serious injuries sustained are quickly dealt with. Though given her timid nature being demanding may prove stressful, he would have to attempt to ease her into the idea of working with this group if the elder summoner wasn't a fatherish figure and deny his honest advancings yes, that would have to do for this lot at least until they showed the rest of their skills.
He had wasted a good 30 seconds thinking to himself now... something had to be done for the time he wasting here thinking and just have to hope these fellows could adapt if he were to have an idea or suggestion spark in his constant calculating mind, he let out a brief cough before once again addressing the group in a firm tone of voice. "Now that we know each others names, let's get straight to what we're all here for, getting into that tomb and getting what we came for. The tomb is just barely in sight but shouldn't take us but minutes to get to if we get moving, I'd like us to be in before dusk and it becomes freezing out here."
With that Razie strapped on his backpack and began moving forward, casually noting the others to follow as he headed in the direction of the tomb, though after nearly a minute of walking he began to make out something around what appeared to be the entrance, turning around to the party he raised his voice high enough that they all could hear him given their size. "There's the entrance, let's hurry inside." though as they got closer and closer to the tomb something became very obvious to them all with what was blocking the entrance, they were not alone, And to that Razie simply said something aloud as he pulled out his pistol.
"Seems we're not the only ones who want what was left behind here."
Status- Preparing for possible combat, Proto-Armor functioning at 96%.
Last Edit: Dec 15, 2013 11:31:51 GMT -5 by Razie Tynerson
Post by The Narrator on Dec 15, 2013 12:10:51 GMT -5
Attack/Post Order:
Razie ✓ Mundo ✓ Gilam ✓ Sendrel ✓ Adeptis ✓
Laufeia ✓ Thoven ✓ Dominic/Talon ✓ Vladimir ✓ Ozzy ✓
Quinn ✓ Jacob ✓ Kevin ✓ Naiyu ✓ Lulu ✓
The group of ogres were grunting to each other, waving their weapons precariously around but seemed unaware of the team's presence. They seemed to be laughing in their own gurgling fashion, roaring with laughter and roaring in outrage at something someone else said. They smacked each other across the face, across the arms with a strength that would kill a lesser man. Suddenly one of them looked to the side, just as a fist came slamming down onto his helm.
"What that!?" He yelled, his lip curling as he pointed a thick finger at the oncoming party. He couldn't count, he simply said, "Much of them! Much!" The grey meaty lump of a hand waved excitedly as he turned, the heel of his palm slamming into one of his companions. Not a second later, a club studded with spikes collided with his chest but the grey ogre paid no attention to it. "They want treasure! They want it!"
Two more ogres scrambled up from inside the pyramid, covered in dark sand and dust though the dirt was well disguised against their soil colored skin. They both shoved each other trying to get out. One was bulky, built like a brick with a heavy looking face while the other was less stocky but appeared a little more sour. Brothers in color, but seemed otherwise fine with attempting to kill each other to get out. "Dark." The bigger one growled, "Stinky!" The taller one chimed in, but saw that the others were paying little to no attention. This seemed to annoy him but he looked anyway.
"Why... then we must greet!" Another spat, this one bigger than all the rest. If the ogres had a leader, this would be him. Spittle flew from his mouth as he roared, the sands shifting beneath his feet as he stamped the brittle ground fast and strong. "What you thick heads wait for? Go! GO!" The roar came out as the rest cried out in unison, raising their weapons and stampeding forth.
The group of ogres, six of them visible, are charging at the party in a group. They are tall and armored and with the natural thickness of their skin, they will be hard to take down. But some of them seem clumsy and slow, with the leader being the fastest.
Last Edit: Dec 20, 2013 7:07:41 GMT -5 by The Narrator
Post by Razie Tynerson on Dec 15, 2013 13:40:03 GMT -5
Ogres... of all things to be out around this pyramid the first creatures had to be OGRES. Razie had heard of the fearsome creatures but aside the fact that they were stronger than a normal man could hope to be he was clueless on them. 'Damn. What to do what to do what to do...' he had to be quick for this, giving any direction to his fellow party members and providing information was his job here. He couldn't afford to panic just because of something unexpected like this, dropping the faceguard of the Proto-Armor he prepared himself for combat and began to talk out orders.
"Guards up everyone, these creatures clearly intend to stop us. Let's put them down quickly, there could be more of them inside."
That being said Razie squeezed off a solid 3 rounds of his pistol into the ogre that was closest to them, in order to evaluate their enemy they'd have to experiment what would work on them and what wouldn't, with how big they were Razie was under the safe assumption that they would take quit the approach to put down.
Engaged in combat with ogre group
Status- Healthy, Proto-Armor functioning at 96%.
((In the meantime, use this for order of attack as far as combat situations go.
Razie Mundo Gilam Sendrel Adeptis Laufeia Thoven Dominic/Talon Vladimir Ozzy Quinn Jacob Kevin Naiyu Lulu ))
Last Edit: Dec 15, 2013 13:40:52 GMT -5 by Razie Tynerson
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Dec 16, 2013 6:18:06 GMT -5
The Doctor was around the front of the group heading towards the temple, when the aforementioned Ogres started their charge and Razie fired his gun. The Madman, though eternally grinning, had a true glean of glee in his eyes. He didn't just get to fight; he was fighting things relatively on par with his strength, although Mundo knew that with his chemically modified body that he could overcome them. The Doctor let go of the massive backpack he had strapped to him, and brandished his terrible cleaver.
"Come to Mundo!"
The Doctor ran towards the fastest of the group, which presumable was also the strongest. To him, the Doctor threw his cleaver at, aiming for the exposed fleshy parts of his body (Q). But he did not stop. In a flash, the Doctor was enveloped in fire produced from seemingly nowhere, yet the clothes he wore wasn't burning (W).The Doctor reached his hand out, and the cleaver he threw returned to his hand, by the power of a hextech device embedded into it. If the lead Ogre continued his charge, he would be greeted with the same cleaver tearing into him once more, strengthened by the Doctor's adrenaline-fueled body (E).
Status: decently healthy, 98-97%
His abilities all do have health costs and the fire surrounding him will be a constant drain on his body, but his passive should more than make up for that loss (it will be factored in when my turn comes next) and the Doctor's ultimate still has not been used. The trump card is safe.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Dec 16, 2013 14:52:18 GMT -5
Gillam was around the back of the group, which was obviously not a good spot for him to be in when the ogres attacked. Without thinking of any possible consequences, he shoved any members of the party who were in his way in order to get to the front line. He stopped for a few seconds to formulate a strategy. Dr. Mundo had already charged towards the apparent leader of the group, keeping him occupied, so Gillam turned his attention towards the other ogres. He figured it would be best to quickly attack one, and then retract back into a defensive position, allowing the other members of the party to attack freely.
Using his Forward Charge (E), Gillam closed the gap between him and the closest ogre, following up quickly with a quick double cast of Buckler Overhead (Q), effectively stunning his target briefly. Afterwards, Gillam quickly uses Phalanx (W) to shield from any further attack, and slowly backs away, preparing for any retaliation from the ogre. He gestures back to the rest of the party, pointing at the ogre he had engaged.
"Quickly! Hit him while he's dazed, I'll make sure to keep him off of you."
Status: Fairly healthy, around 95%. Engaged in combat with the closest ogre.
Gillam is in Phalanx Mode, which means he will return a small amount of damage back to whoever attacks him. However, his movement speed is drastically lowered.
Skills:
-Passive: Active -Q: On cooldown, 10 seconds. -W: Currently active, will go on cooldown when it's effect ends. -E: On cooldown, 30 seconds. -R: Active
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Sendrel chuckled lightly to himself. Of all the horrible abominations to inhabit the pyramid, it had to be ogres, the clumsy oafs. He was fully ready to combat such slow and lumbering creatures. In the short timeframe he had, he observed the heights of the creatures, looking for the smallest. He found it, and, noting that the leader was as good as dead anyway, he decided to target the shortest instead. A broken knee here, a quick leg sweep, and the ogre would be on his back, ready to have his brains mashed out of his thick skull. Their predictable blows were easy enough to dodge, given that their height put a good distance between the club's start and end points.
Sendrel Dashed(Q) directly for the shortest one, firing a subsonic wave(E) towards the ogre's face as he did. After firing, he lowered his stance and brought his staff be hind his body, still dashing. When he reached the now stunned ogre, he brought his staff around his body and delivered a vicious blow to the ogre's right kneecap. _____________________________________________
Status: Healthy (98%), engaged in combat with shortest ogre.
Abilities: Q- On CD (11 secs.) E- On CD (9 secs) R- Available for use
Post by Adeptis Lune on Dec 17, 2013 12:56:10 GMT -5
Adeptis saw the ogres charging and decided to keep his distance, for now. Even with armor, ogres were tough enemies, but without he would rather not get caught. That narrowed his options down to one.
Adeptis started focusing on the energies in the air, bundling those with new energies, created through arcane might, and then proceeded to launch a Spark Bolt at the closest of the charging ogres. It may not be the most accurate spell, but an ogre is hard to miss. The ogre unfortunate enough to get hit would get a hard shock and perhaps a burn..
Post by The Narrator on Dec 17, 2013 13:49:40 GMT -5
Attack/Post Order:
Razie ✓ Mundo ✓ Gilam ✓ Sendrel ✓ Adeptis ✓
Laufeia ✓ Thoven ✓ Dominic/Talon ✓ Vladimir ✓ Ozzy ✓
Quinn Jacob Kevin Naiyu Lulu
Spittle flew from the mouth of the green ogre as he spat out commands, though he was leaving his 'comrades' far behind and his words were coming out in short barks and incomprehensible roars. The others seemed to know what he was saying, but it didn't look like they were breaking formation - if it could be called that. As their leader barreled forth, the three bullets that came streaking forth bounced off harmlessly against the metal plate of his armor, ricocheting off into the distance. He didn't even seem to notice.
His eyes were on the purple creature in front of him, about just as wide and tall as they were. He did not even stop to wonder if they were of the same species and as the cleaver came flying forward, the jagged edge tore through the green ogre's thick skin. It did not draw blood and the ogre barely winced as he roared out, his voice thick with anger, "DIE!" His first thought was to run right into Mundo but his club had been raised and he fully intended to charge straight into fire and steel alike and smash the thick wooden stick right onto the purple creature.
The grey, on the other hand, had been told to try and circle the group but he was quickly cut off by what he thought to be a small, strange looking human with grass for hair. He skidded to a halt just as the man came charging towards him, but before he could swing his weapon, something massive hit him and he felt the world turn upside down. He staggered back, groaning. As he was shaking off the stun, the subsonic wave hit him and right after that, a loud crack! resounded through the deserts and the ogre fell to one knee.
He would have collapsed in that instant had the shock not of the spark bolt not slammed right into him. His armor sizzled and the ogre ripped it off without another glance. His muscles were bulging now and he stood as if his knee caused him no pain. In truth, he did not feel it. The ogre's eyes were pale, unseeing and with an ear-piercing scream he slammed his club into the ground. The force of it would shake the sand, causing anyone in front of it to lose their balance.
The two mud-colored twins saw the man with the giant pole and saw the damage it had done to their brethren. The shield-man had escaped already but there was one who posed a bigger threat. "Light sparkles" One of them sneered and the other bellowed out something in response. They changed their course, from planning to tackle the purple monster from behind to rampaging straight for the magic user to tear him to shreds.
New Information Acquired: Ogres have the ability to activate an "Adrenaline Rush". Upon taking fatal damage, their bones and skin harden and they gain a massive increase in strength. The weakness of this skill has not yet been discovered.
Green Ogre - engaged in direct combat with Dr Mundo. Grey Ogre - was taken down briefly before Adrenaline Rush activated. Attempting to put the party off balance. Strong Brown Ogre - charging straight for Adeptis. Tall Brown Ogre - charging straight for Adeptis.
The other two ogres have disappeared from sight. Proceed with caution.
Last Edit: Dec 18, 2013 23:40:57 GMT -5 by The Narrator
Post by Laufeia Denkashi on Dec 17, 2013 15:51:06 GMT -5
In the heat of the action, Laufeia kept a close eye at the two brown ogres that seemed to have been bothered by the electrical attacks from Adeptis. Her eyes glared into the tall ogre's eyes as she defied him; her katana started to release an electrical energy before a bolt fired out of the edge of the blade straight at the strong ogre just to stop his charge while she took care of the tall one.
Laufeia began to run towards her target, preparing her next move as she yelled out at the top of her lungs " Shield your eyes! " And with that said, she closed her eyes and raised her katana up in the air, letting it release a bright flash that would briefly blind the ogre if he didn't understand what she just said; with such opportunity, she slashed at the beast three times with her blade that was charged with electricity, leaving electric marks on its body if her strike connected with the digusting beast before immediately backing off to avoid any retaliation. Status: Healthy; 100%
Post by Thoven Falconflight on Dec 17, 2013 17:05:20 GMT -5
Thoven sighed from the back of the group and quickly, yet calmly, made his way forward when the shots were fired. IF he had the chance, he would have suggested they give him a night to pick off a couple of the natives, but fate or stupidity (either that of his allies or his foes) seemed to fight against him doing this the easy way.
When he made it to the front, he counted six Ogres. The not-so-good Doctor's flaming entrance and the crazy Ionian's (Who was most definitely not getting any favors from Thoven in the future after that threat, much less the flashbang)entrance into the fray distracted Thoven enough that he lost track of two.
Thoven growled as he lowered his cloak from his eyes. This is why he preferred the shadows. Bright lights distracted where shadows hid.
However, he could bitch about that later. He had two bigger fish to fry. "We got two of the ugly sacks of shit missing!"
He looked for someone to help him stop a potential flank....and his eyes locked onto Dominic. That one looked like he would think before charging in like Mundo. Something about him was familiar. Or maybe it was just his attitude. 'Get the money and get out'. Thoven's motto.
"You! Dominic! To me! We're going stop these idiots from being flanked!" Thoven shouted as he went to his left (the ogres' right). His plan was to sweep that way and loop around to flank the ogres too stupid to not look behind. He didn't pay any mind to Dominic. Either he would follow or not. No point in wasting time to make sure of that fact. If he found two Ogres, Thoven knew how to run and hide if needed.
Status: Healthy
Equipment:
Leather Armor Green Cloak Leather gloves Dirk Saber Two 5 oz vials of Wyvern Venom: a paralytic that attacks the muscles of the heart causing a heart failure in five minutes in normal human. Can be purged with healing magics of moderate level, but very few potions due to the unique venom of each wyvern.(Because I forgot earlier) 1 week's worth of iron rations, including a wineskin of water Whetstone and oil
Post by The Blade's Shadow on Dec 17, 2013 20:49:46 GMT -5
Even before Thoven started barking orders at him, Talon was already moving, dropping into a low stance after he'd briefly closed his eyes at the brash Ionian's shouts. As soon as the brilliant flash was over, Talon's feet started pounding on the sand, glancing to his side as he darted across Thoven's path. "Keep your mouth shut, head down, stay sharp, speak up if you spot one of the hulks. Just remember, I'm not going to save you." His words dropped their previously affected voice, simply a subtle hiss, not unlike his step-sister Cassiopeia's own.
His left hand crossed his chest and curled around the longsword on his hip, wrenching it from the sheath as he went, eyes sharp for the hiding giants. He swung wide around the group, staying low and relying on dunes to vanish from the other Ogres' vision just long enough to use his sand colored garb to stake out a hiding spot. Knowing better than to go prone, he simply crouched behind a dune, maintaining occasional visual contact with the loudmouthed swordsman. Even if it was just to hear his bark of bone-rending death, it was good to keep him on tab.
Talon was trusting in his speed to keep him safe against the stupider Ogres and with their more intelligent leader exchanging blows with the Madman of Zaun, he felt confident in his ability, should one of the bellowing oafs decide to bring the hammer down atop him. With the flat of his blade laying against his arm in a backward grip to hide any potential glare, he surveilled the battle, looking for the two lost mammoth lambs before worrying about the engaged enemies.
Post by The Crimson Reaper on Dec 17, 2013 22:36:40 GMT -5
Such a vapid firefight against creatures as dulle and mindless as Ogres hardly seemed worth the effort to the Hemomancer, but evidently he is required nonetheless. Although he couldn't be too displeased, as bloodshed IS bloodshed.
In an unhurried fashion, he steps forward a few feet, allowing the others to rush past him into the fray. Within moments, the blood dripping from any open wound stops falling and begins to rise. Claret rivers draw lines in the air, running back to Vladimir. They all collide in a nexus of blood, creating a crimson ball that sways and undulates with sick magicks. His hands move to and fro, forming it, shaping it, like an artist. The clawed hand holds it while the other commands blood to be drawn from the source. As the ball turns and turns, a spear is pulled from it , which Vladimir launches at the tallest ogre. Should it hit, the ogre would find itself impaled by the gore of his comrades. Almost directly after, the expended blood would be gathered again as Vladimir begins firing more blades of blood at the standing beasts.
Violence begets violence as the Hemomancer's well grows larger. "Pitiful cur!"
Status: Healthy
Equipment: Hide Armor Cloth tunic Steel Claw
Leather Satchel Containing: Package of cookies (x3) A bundle of dried liqourice root Ginger sweets (x 2) Canteen of water
Ozzy's eyes surveyed the area as the others introduced themselves, frowning slightly as the woman with the katana drew her blade. Already there were plenty of people he didn't particularly trust, already people he would gladly shoot in the back should they prove to be a hindrance to the groups progression. But of course, the likely hood of him actually shooting his new temporary allies was slime to nothing anyway. He watched, impressed by the Doctor's raw brute strength as he ignited seemingly bringing flames out from nowhere only to clash head to head with one of the larger Ogres. His eyes danced across the party, watching as they each used their abilities in an attempt at subduing the Ogres who had begun to attack. A shudder crawled up his spine as he watched the Ogres own blood be used against them.
Upon hearing the cry from the woman with the Katana, Ozzy growled, dropping supplies as he spun to face away while ducking his head and pulling up his coat to block the brilliant flash of light.
In a flurry of movement Ozzy decided to act aggressively, all four of his arms quickly upholstering all four of his hextech revolvers. From behind the silver tinted spectacles the gold irises rotated and glinted as the augmentations within them kicked into gear while he activated his Deadeye ability upon the nearest of the Twin Ogres that charged the mage. He had six shots loaded into each revolver giving him a total of 24 shots requiring ammunition.
He smirked and unloaded a series of rapid shots, causing a flash of pale green light to erupt from each revolver as they fired in quick succession, two from each revolver, his left human and mechanical arms aimed for the creature's left knee while his right two arms fire their shots towards its left eye, each two shots from the weapons only taking a single second to aim and fire before he decided to deactivate his Deadeye to better see anything that may decide to come his way.
Statues; 100% Ammunition loaded: Left Mechanical 4 remain. RM 4 remain. Left Human 4 remain. RH 4 remain.
Abilities used. Passive - Rigged; Two charges stored, one for each shot fired. Deadeye; active for four seconds giving it a 28 second cooldown. Equipment: Four Hextech Revolvers. Duster Coat. Wide Rimmed Hat. Silver Spectacles. Ammunition strapped across his belt and around his legs. Leather Sack - contains, weeks worth of dried foods, two bottles of water and a bottle of rum. (Dropped)
Post by The Narrator on Dec 19, 2013 0:21:30 GMT -5
Attack/Post Order:
Razie ✓ Mundo ✓ Gilam ✓ Sendrel ✓ Adeptis ✓
Laufeia ✓ Thoven ✓ Dominic/Talon ✓ Vladimir ✓ Ozzy ✓
Quinn ✓ Jacob ✓ Kevin ✓ Naiyu ✓ Lulu ✓
The twin ogres found themselves halting their oncoming assault onto the small magic user as the tall one let out a furious roar. The shorter, stockier ogre glanced to the side only to see his brethren breast plate sizzling from the force of the electrical current and the way his muscles twitched at the static. "Can't move..." The tall one muttered, confused as he attempted to flex his fingers. The tall one whipped his head around, his sharpened teeth bared and his eyes red with rage.
"You wench!" Was the last thing that spilled forth from his mouth when the girl screamed something he could not understand. Then a piercing light enveloped his senses and he screeched out. His hand came up, slapping his eyes over and over as if trying to wipe the blindness away. His other hand which was wielding the club swung around frantically, trying to hit the stinging bites of the insect before him and he felt his own limbs seizing up. "GET IT OFF!!" The guttural scream was filled to the brim with fury and his weapon collided... with the head of his own brother. Without even bothering to check the status of the other, he shook the light from his eyes and locked his gaze onto the retreating human as he rushed straight for her, his club swinging wildly once again.
As the blood sped towards the taller one, his own brother had both hurt and saved him. His fall caused the blood ball to go flying over head, skimming the surface of his hairless head as he crashed into the gritty ground. Needles of blood began to fly, but the ogres seemed to pay no attention to them - it almost felt like tiny sand bites and all it served was to make them angrier and angrier as did the bullets that came flying thereafter.
When Dominic and Thoven began to move in an attempt to flank, two pairs of filmy eyes lay hidden beneath the sand blinked. "Little rats hiding..." A slow drawl sounded and it seemed like the dunes that Talon had hidden behind began to move. Though the sands streamed around their heavy weight, it was unnoticeable due to the amount of sound and movement already pervading the area and all but the unfortunate soul who had found the ogre would see him. Its skin was the exact color of the sand, save for a few spots of brown and black that looked a little bit like the pox.
With a roar, the ogre sprang up, its height far taller than even the green one at 12 feet and with not one, but two heads. Their arms came up and they lunged for Talon, ready to deliver a bone-crushing hug. They had seen Thoven come the same way, but both of the heads' attention was on the man before them.
New Information Acquired: Sand Ogres have origins tracing back to the swamp lands as most if not all ogres did. Some of them had moved to the sands due to their distaste for the wet and cold. Their ancestors had slowly outgrown their colors of mud and grass and despite their veritable thickness in both mind and body, these 'sand ogres' are considered far more intelligent than their swamp brethren. Their skills differ from the others.
New Information Acquired: All ogres have natural defenses against projectiles of any sort, leaving barely a scratch on their tough skin.
- Ogres have the ability to activate an "Adrenaline Rush". Upon taking fatal damage, their bones and skin harden and they gain a massive increase in strength. The weakness of this skill has not yet been discovered.
Status:
Green Ogre - engaged in direct combat with Dr Mundo. Grey Ogre - was taken down briefly before Adrenaline Rush activated. Attempting to put the party off balance. Strong Brown Ogre - charging for Laufeia. Tall Brown Ogre - was paralysed. Knocked unconscious by his own brother. Two-Headed Ogre - attacking Talon.
Last Edit: Dec 20, 2013 7:08:09 GMT -5 by The Narrator
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