Mordae's Old Skool: Group B IC

[drack]

Nonchalantly walking back into the other room with the potentially sleeping owlbugbear and chopping it's head off on the off chance she'd wake it, Horrik steps back into sight and shouts "RHAAARG!" as loud as she can, pointing the now bloodied sword at the other party, demanding "Why are you in our dungeon!?"

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coup de grace, automatic hit&crit for a total of (4d6+12)[25] damage and fort DC 10+damage or death if the critter was indeed alive.

[Mordae]

The human behind the other party's orc starts to respond in a friendly manner. "hi,my name is Isaac; I guess by your powerful build and your weapow that you are here to search the dungeon, ain´t you ?. I think we could minimize our loses by joining together; what do you say mighty orc, you in?"

Spoiler: Horrik

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Horrik can feel a strange tug at the back of his mind, but he is able to shake it off.

[drack]

"Evil magics!" Horrik declares angrily for all to hear as her hirelings file in behind her, weapons drawn. The civilized thing to do would be to slaughter them all, skew their heads upon her sword and feed them to the mule as Mud had done with a rat. the civilized thing to do would be to attack fast, now, before they had a chance to react, before they could even get their weapons ready. Cautiously she darts a glance back at her party. She saw them, weapons ready like proper civilized folk ready to massacre a village, and before her she saw... Well suffice it to say a plush pink-bellied human was speaking for them. Worse, they had opened with their hostile magics trying to turn her into... well she had no idea, but it must be bad. "Kill them if they make any moves, even to pick their butts." Gripping her sword firmly in two hands as if it would protect her from any unannounced balls of flame that might appear, Horrik inhales a deep breath and releases it slowly, her steamy breath slipping carefully free of her sharpened tusks and fangs. "Do you have anything to say for yourself human?"

[Jyssika]

Mudd scratches her head; finding a bug in her knotted hair
she places in her mouth... and chews... mmm she seems to
enjoy the crunchyness of it... not that anyone can tell it was
crunchy other than herself...

She, realizing it is rude to eat in company without sharing,
quickly looks for another and offers it in an open palm to the
large orc she believes to be called Krug.

[Mordae]

The human stands between his own orc and Horrik with his staff gripped by both his hands as tightly as he can without getting splinters.

"lets all calm down we can just go on opposite directions, relax we dont want this to get ugly" he backs down a little waiting for the response until he decides is easier to talk to more reasonable people. "hey you, dwarf; you look smart please make your friend come to senses and we can make ours come to his." he says trying to get the dwarf to undrstand in just what a bad situation they both are.

[drack]

Waving the sword as a poet might wave their arms to emphasize a point, Horrik demands answers. "Why you use evil magics on me?"

[WrittenInBlood]

Barzulf finally decides not to run away, and approaches the group.

Calm down, Horrik. I don't think he really used anything on you, elf will confirm that... as soon as he catch up. Looks around uneasily. Isaac, yes? Tell me, how many people came here with you? And how's possible that we didn't run across each other at the entrance?

[Techmagss]

The elf would have been trailing and trudging along with the group, silently and almost stealthily. He makes a grunt, tired of the walking, before looking up at the 'wizard'.
Clearly not as good as me... Don't worry, I don't think he did anything to you. Describe the feeling to me later, then I can judge.
Take him out if you must, could be a trap.