The dwarf Jarvis ignored some of the words being spoken. Mostly the ones calling them a bunch of weirdos or misfits. We reached that point at the table let alone out here. I mean how many groups out there have a guy with a mask with a bird as big as a halfling sitting on his head. Okay the falcon wasn't that big, he was about the size of a gnome though. The dwarf just simply kept his eyes on the horizon. Now that they were a decent sized group he had a little more confidence in their success. Would they get to the temple without any interaction with the locals?... now that he was most certainly not going to bet money on. He knew they would run into a few bands of orcs here and there. He was sure of it. He would try to sniff them out if it wasn't for the fact they already had a orc with them. He sighed and shrugged it off.
Every step the group took, every head way they made they got farther and farther from civilization. It was at moments like this when the crazy shit began to happen. He kept his eyes open and fixed on anything. Listening to the grunts of his companion. The bad thing about the desert was it was often quiet. Not like the forests where birds can be heard. Just the sound of the wind and the movement of sand. Then suddenly he saw something in the distance. A lone figure,....
As they got closer the figure began to get bigger. Sure enough it was an orc. Where there was one there were more. Problem was there wasn't. He leaned over and spat at the sand and patted the head of his boar. He then drew forth his hammer and readied himself. When the group got close enough the ambush was sprung. Not from above, but from beneath. Orcs began to rise up from the sand wearing cloaks. One by one the orcs would toss the cloth off to reveal the bits and pieces of armor they had and the axes they wielded. Jarvis smiled at the whole scene. "Finally,.... some action."
The orcs numbered in about ten. It wasn't big but it was enough that they outnumbered the group by three. Jarvis didn't care either. He wasn't going to talk them out of it. He had no intentions of doing so. He tapped his feet to the sides of his battle boar like you would a horse to start the charge. His hammer raised up in the air ready to swing.
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Vivian rolled her eyes at the words being spoken around her. Yeah they were a odd bunch. They were not exactly your common bands of heroes but who wants normal. With their current build it would make the mission more exciting. She didn't know what the problem was with the masked man or the holier then though fighter ,but she knew one thing. She was going to have fun with this.
Just as things were growing dull and the noise of the desert beginning to overtake that of the group. She was about to say something ,but she noticed the dwarf leaning forward. She leaned to the side slightly to see beyond Alyssa and saw the figure. It did not take long before she made out it's shape and size. It was a brutish orc with make shift armor much the same as their own orc. As they got closer and closer she felt her hand moving to hold on to Alyssa. Was it out of comfort or worry? She couldn't tell. Then when the ambush revealed itself with them being surrounded, she made a head count of ten orcs in total. There could be more elsewhere but for now only ten. She leaned in slightly and whispered. "Alyssa,... ever see a orc explode?" She said smiling.
As she finished that sentence she raised up her palm and chose a target. As she focused and concentrated a ball of light appeared above it. "I say nothing does the job then a magic missile." She added.
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Graug's warrior instincts kicked in the moment the first Orc showed itself. She drew her sword quick and a grin formed on her face. "Forget the gold,... I will do just about anything to get a chance to spill some blood." She voiced as she tried to make a choice as to who her target was. Drawing her great sword as she did so.