After we hear a loud bang, panic starts and it spreads forward as people flee from the main gates. The guards run to the King. As the last of the people pass us, we hear shouts of “ORCS! ORCS AT THE GATE!”
The King asks us to help again. So we guess that we should. Because orcs are dicks and stuff.
Baylen has his pistol already in his hand. “Sure, we can lend a hand.”
Charlotte draws her axe. “Let’s go.”
Avin flexes his fingers, stretching his arms above his head. “No problem, just don’t blame me for any collateral damage.”
And so they went. We arrive at the main gate and see that it is closed, but there has been fighting. There are bodies of orcs and guardsmen lying around. There is a scuffle on the walls. As soon as we arrive on the scene, a guardsmen approaches and says that the orcs have broken into the gate house. We need to stop them from opening the gate.
Avin looks at Charlotte who is prepared to kick it down. But she doesn’t do so well. In that moment, a female soldier runs up to Baylen and salutes. She tells him that she heard a scuffle and took down some orcs on the way here. She wants further orders. Baylen Cartwright nods to the soldier. “Fall in, we could use a hand. The rest of the company seems to have fallen behind.” Random soldier has joined the party! Charlotte kicks the door again. It was super effective! The door comes off the hinges, pushing the barricades open as she does so. There are stuff and things. Inside are three orcs. “ROLL FOR INITIATIVE.” They say, apparently.
We beat the shit out of those mofos.
The other room is empty. Charlotte knocks on the last door. When there is no answer, she kicks it down. An arrow shoots out! The arrow swishes past Charlotte with a twist of her head, landing harmlessly in the floor in front of Baylen. Inside stands a very nervous young guardsman with a bow
“I’m sorry, I-”
“Watch where you’re aiming.” Charlotte snaps.
“Do you have any clue what went down here? Where did all these orcs come from?” Says Ianthe.
“I’m sorry! Are..Are they dead? Did you kill them all? They just appeared out of nowhere…everyone was at the celebrations..”
We spot the lever and ask about it. “Does that open the gate?”
“Yes..that..that’s the lever for the gate. Don’t open it! " He gestures out one of the taller windows and when Charlotte takes a look she sees that this room is overlooking the entry of the gates. The space between the two portcullis gates. Outside she can see a horde of orcs waiting impatiently while being peppered by arrows, rocks and various missiles. Charlotte curses and tells the group what she sees.
“Hey Avin, you could probably thin the crowd out with a couple fireballs.” Baylen suggests. Charlotte thinks we should just open the gates and kill everything.
Ianthe Eir: "They’d have more room to run in and slaughter the citizens that are too stup… erm, stubborn to run away.”
Baylen Cartwright: “Opening the gates is probably not the wisest. We could, um.. If you /really want to/, get out through the window. Also a bad idea.”
Avin casts fly on himself because he is a bauws. Ser Rainbowdance Bubblegum Princess turns invisible and starts casting grease on the ground that the orcs are standing on. Avin casts fireball on the areas hit by grease. Shouts of “oh the humanity!” can be heard from the crowd of orcs. Avin finishes off by casting wall of fire behind the orcs before they try to flee.
The orcs slip around in the grease that appears suddenly and alarms a few of them, but they refuse to run out of stubborn orc pride. This changes quickly as the first fireball detonates, incinerating the first few lines of orcs as the grease catches fire. Before the other orcs can react the next fireballs hit and cause more devastation among their ranks. And as they retreat the flame wall hits the retreating orcs, causing yet more havoc among them. The orcs entirely break as they flail around on fire, bash feebly against the gates or just throw their weapons up at the archers on the walls. But a few moments later the orcs have all either died or routed.
We have saved the day because we are cool. Well. Avin did. But the rest of us helped. Within moments the cheers of victory erupt from the walls and all around. A few guardsmen charge into the building and makes sure its secure. Many more arrive to check on the fallen and wounded, and they congratulate we on being the heroes they heard we were.
As we leave the building, the ragged and exhausted defenders nearby let out a cheer for us.
Ianthe Eir: “We really should find out what in the hells was this attack about.”
One guardsman shouts out to the immediate area about what we have done. And we receive a roar of applause, even from the staggered wounded leaning on each other.
Baylen holsters his pistol. “And another problem solved with fire. That makes, what. All of them so far?”
Avin is floating slightly still, but after several minutes have passed starts to slowly drift downwards and continues on walking without breaking stride.
People wonder how this happened. As the King sees us, he organises another cheer for the Heroes of Morcastle. Everyone cheers and has a good time.
“Sire, has Morcastle had any problems with orcs before this? I’m a bit baffled about the random attack.” Asks Ianthe.
Horhand : “Not since the days of my father, and his before him. We have had magical wards in place at the great wall for…” He stops as it dawns on him. “Without the traitor court wizard..” he spits. "The wards have gone unmaintained…The orcs could be rampaging around my kingdom as we speak.”
Baylen asks if he wants us to track down orcs. Ianthe suggests hiring a new court wizard.
Horhand ponders “If the wall is breached, that would be a bigger problem… Wizards aren’t exactly plentiful in my kingdom. At least not ones with the abilities needed to serve the realm.. Heroes of Morcastle.” He announces finally to us and the people around. “I am sorry to take advantage of your services so soon again, but I fear we must. I need you to head to the wall, as soon as you can. Find out the situation in that place. Help if you can, but get me a report on the situation either way. The wall is run by an alliance of cities along this coast, so not hearing word from it is alarming…”
Ianthe: “As you wish, your majesty.”
“Would it be possible to leave tomorrow at dawn? There are a few things that need tying up here before we depart.” Asks Avin.
Horhand : “Of course. No sense sending you off unprepared. The trip is long and through rough terrain. I will dispatch troops to make sure the major locations around the realm is safe. And send word from the alliance.”
Ianthe Eir: “Maybe a cart with the horses to pull it would be great help.”
Horhand: “Take your time to prepare for the journey, but not too long. The fastest way should be the old northern road and then strike east past the mountains. I also heard tales from my father about rangers braving the wilderness to get to the wall through the great forest.”
Ianthe sighs, and looks at her fellow adventurers… “Without Halion, I’m not sure any of us have the means to navigate through the forest. At least without any maps.”
Horhand explains that the roads aren’t in a good condition. He gives us 5000gp to prepare for the journey. We begin to prepare.