Turn 1 - Ptolus - City of Wonder and Flaming orcs!!

[Zed]

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The streets are busy. All sorts of people from different walks
of life bustle about on their own business. As Ptolus is a fairly
cosmopolitan city, its streets boast all races and even the occasional
surprise�a centaur, some lizardfolk (usually keeping a
low profile), or creatures even more exotic.Most people move
about on foot.A few ride on horseback or in carriages, but
nary a day passes when a bystander doesn�t see a knight
mounted atop a hippogriff, a wizard with a pseudodragon
perched on her shoulder,a cleric accompanied by a living statue
made of clay,or something equally strange or frightening.
Still, when the sounds of screams and commotion greet
your ears, it clearly alarms everyone around you. Rising over a
rooftop, a gout of smoke billows up.Immediately nearby voices
begin yelling, �fire!� But then the shouts of alarm cut off as
locals scatter in wide-eyed horror.Moments later a screaming
half-orc tears into view, engulfed in flame. Somehow, the
flames do not actually seem to be burning him.However,
when he grabs hold of a burly swordswoman near him in
what looks like desperation, the flames do scorch her�badly.

 

[Cullhaven]

"Kords fists! dats a nasty schmell, dat burning flesh!"

Fully aware of her civic duty not to tolerate fires unless you are sacking the town, Siggi will cast around for a water source - a cistern, water tower or street pump etc.

 

[Medivac]

"damn, that looks hot!"

While keeping an eye open for "easy pickings" ,Bamoin ,too will look for a source of water ,to douce the Half-orc and woman with ...

 

[Kegs]

"Stupid Half-Orc must be on fire for a reason" Snorted Thak.

Spying a Cart with ale barrels, he think's twice about using them to dowse the flaming victim. "Waste of good Ale" he mutter's, but look's to help him none the less.

(Is that right? N00b Time, Does he sound too intelligent?)

 

[Zed]

Easy pickings surround Bamoin. People rush away from the flaming orc heading in all directions including your own.

There is a water trough near a small building, with a hand pump next to it. The trough is obviously there for horses and such like to drink from.

[Thak is probably a little too intelligent there. He would more wonder why the orc is on fire. Then think about whether or not he should hack him up to put out the fire. His brother though would offer more of a sagely view on things. Still its fine play him how you want ..]

So with the water in view and the pickings in view what do you want to do?

 

[Cullhaven]

"hay you big-fella vid da muscles! Grab an end of dis bath"

Seing Thak obviously casting round for summat to do like herself Siggi will grab one en of the trough and hope that the Big-fela grabs the other, ready to propell it at the burning half-Orc.

 

[Medivac]

"Time to work!"

Bamoin will try to fight his way through the people running towards him,whilst [if possible] cutting the odd purse, making my was to the swordswoman ,with the intention of dragging her away.

 

[Kegs]

Hearing the shout, Thak turn's around to see a female barbarian grabbing the trough. He glance's over to his brother, then amble's over to show the weak female how to lift a trough.

 

[Entropy]

Arak sighs at the confused wanderings and glances of Thak, and then heads over to help him hoist the water trough, politely taking it from Siggi if she will let him.

"I can't let a lady callus her hands with such manual work. Allow us to provide you with some assistance. Perhaps you could prevent my beleaguered kin from attacking us whilst we douse his flames?"

 

[Cullhaven]

Siggni looks in utter bemusement at the suave charmer and steps back uncertain:

"Erm... very well. You vant I should poke him vith de end of my battleaxe?"

She will unship the shield off her back and ready Blottwarp.

 

[Kegs]

Seeing Arak lift the end of the trough, then nod at him, Thak's sluggish brain click's into motion and he lift's up his end of the trough like his brother has indacated (sp?) He is uneasy because he feel's open to attack whilst holding the stone trough.

"Thak no like this brudda" he look's to his brother for comfort.

 

[Entropy]

Arak grunts at his brother: "We splash water on stupid orc. He get wet and fire go out."

To Siggi: "I'm afraid my brother is a little concerned about someone attacking him. He's only really comfortable tearing somebody to pieces with a greatsword. If you would be so kind as to keep the orc and swordswoman away from us whilst we douse the flames, we would be eternally grateful. It might be better to wait to see how aggressive they are when not encased in fire before cleaving them in two however."

As an afterthought: "The perpetrator of that magical fire might be close by - be careful."

 

[Cullhaven]

Siggi begins to wonder where in the comotion her friends have got to and thinks a quick prayer to Kord not to let Bamoins hand get cut off if he is, as he usualy is, fiddling about in some complete strangers small change.

 

[Medivac]

Bamoin glances around spotting Arak and Thak hoisting a trough in the air.
The facial features on Thak, telltale signs of the struggle that is going on in his mind, Araks confidence at being able to direct his brother in the right direction, while trying to charm the barbarian Siggi.....who at this moment is looking, spying for him.

"Crud ! ", exclaims Bamoin , then whistles innocently to himself.

 

[Raving]

knok stands leaning oh his bow, causualy watching the sean play its-self out( watching velly closesly in realality), guessing that tipping water on this poor fellow will either not help or if it does it will start some other trouble and getting ready to act fast if the need arises.

 

[Kegs]

Reassured by his brother, Thak move's towards the struggling flaming pair carring the trough. All the while looking for someone or something to carve up with his greatsword "Gutter", if they should make a threating move toward's him or his brother. Thak also wonder's what's keeping the funny cleric who make's him laugh, his skill would be needed soon.

 

[Cullhaven]

Siggi circles round, clashing her axe against her shield, trying to draw the burning orcs attention to her rather than The advancing Thak

 

[Kegs]

With a crack of sinew and muscle Thak lifts the trough and empties the content's around the struggling pair, in the same instant he drop's the trough and unsheaths Gutter and leaps back to put himself between any possibe foe's and his brother and Siggi and let's out a feirce cry.


"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

 

[Guy]

Just at that moment the door from the inn opposite comes crashing open and a grizzled, mangy and frankly rather drunk-looking cleric is rapidly ejected with great force.

With a resounding "Umph", the cleric goes crashing into the pair carrying the trough, slides staight into Arak's legs and, with a dream-like gaze watches as trough, people, water and all begins to tumble with alarming speed towards his head...

 

[Guy]

[ooc: Buggeration didn't see the post above. Assume that he dropped the trough because a pissed (and now wet) cleric came a-sliding in...]