USH'S LOTR RP Game part 2- The Fortress of Baranar

Talin tries to pull himself backwards, lashing with his sword.

Vardalain, you five and roll and get a grip of the figure's side. It whirls around as it tries to get you off. But in the rain you cannot seem to get a grip on the cold armour, and it is moving too fast ... you slip off.

Not entirely sure what you want there, Fire- are you intending to join Gorlim in combat, or remain unnoticed?

Talin, it's useless, with that cold numbness creeping through your body, you cannot do anything.. You feel it passing through your chest and down across your...

... the feeling stops.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!" the creature screams loudly (telegraphing Talin's position to everyone). It withdraws its hand, quickly, and stumbles backwards a little.

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Itarilde, your ride through the sparse western regions of Arthedain is uneventful. You take a northern route to avoid the uncouth Shire where the strange Halfling folk live. After much travelling on your tireless Elven horse, you arrive at the open gates of this town of Bree. It seems to be a cold day, and drizzly. It is overcast.

Now, you understand there is a famous Inn here... a good place to get your bearings from here.

approach unnoticed then join in (wanna make sure the creature can't just ingore me or gorlim to fight the other one, easier to accomplish this by being next to eachother I think)

They are not particularly fast- in general- so you can join him easily.

okie than that is what I do

Talin takes the opportunity to pull himself up and backwards, grabbing his sword but leaving his heavy axe on the ground. He tries to figure out why it stopped attacking him.

You cannot think why. You are feeling weak and giddy, and there is a slight burn mark on your chest but something seems to have obstructed the attack.

Gorlim holds his sword with a practiced edge you didn;t quite expect, Argentis. The figure suddenly darts forwards and stabs... at YOU!

"Strange," Talin says to himself. He hollers for aid from ANYONE.

Crap, me and my big heart look where it got me
I try to parry off the stab, not expecting to over power the creature. but trying to use his momentum and force to get myself pushed out of the way of his stab

William tries to make his way to Talin and the creature, and draws his short sword. He runs to the creature and jabs for it's legs while it is distracted.

Your sword pings off the armour, Wiolliam. The creature, still pained, turns to face you...

Talin, the obstruction appears to be a small leather pouch you are carrying. BTW, you are bleeding profusely.

Well, your plan works, Argentis! You are thrown to one side rather than being skewered.

(I would think so, Ush...)

Talin looks to the bag, removing some of the herbs from it and rubbing them on the edge of his sword. He slashes at the creature.

"Gorlim, who or what are these foul Demons?"

They are dried, Talin, they will not apply to anything.

"How am I meant to know?" cries Gorlim. Thw sword swings towards him, which he blocks. He is driven to his knees, and just manages to flick away his blade.

The blade connects with the creatures left hand. It slices straight through two fingers, which tinker to the ground, and the Elves nearby feel a slight distortion in the darkness. The figure raises its hand and shrieks in pain.

(Okay, it shrieks when it loses fingers, but not when I plant my axe in its side?)

(Gorlim just wounded that creature?)

That was a full swing you made, Talin, and you pierced it barely. Gorlim seemed to just manage that with a flick.

"What kind of blade is that you Have? it's a godlike weapon!"

Gorlim doesn't answer- he is busy scrambling back on the ground as the figure swings at his legs, again and again and again, enraged.

I slash at the creature's arm, rather to distract it than to do damage