conversations: human
conversations:  Lechner's Initiative:
  [roll]1d20+1[/roll]
  Orc's Initiative:
  [roll]1d20[/roll]
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lechner's Roll:
   (1d20+1)[ 15 ] 
  
  Orc's Roll:
   (1d20)[ 15 ] 
  
  (Just ignore that first post)
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  Attack Roll:
  [Roll]1d20+3[/roll] (It was a 1 + 3 = 4 = miss :c)
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lechner swings wildly at the orc warrior, but the orc easily deflect the blow with his falchion. He laughs at your feeble strike, and brings his sword around for the counter.
  
   (1d20+5)[ 7 ] 
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  [7 &lt; 14 = miss]
  The orc's own attack is no more successful than the half-elf's; she grins and has another go at him!
  
   (1d20+3)[ 14 ] 
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  Damage Roll:
   (1d4+2)[ 3 ] 
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  The orc recieves a solid strike from Lechner's War Razor. He screams out in pain and fury, retaliating for revenge.
  
   (1d20+5)[ 9 ] 
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  [9 &lt; 14 = miss]
  Lechner utterly fails to be injured a second time, and outright giggles as she swings her blade... aaaaand misses.
  
   (1d20+3)[ 7 ] 
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  The orc doesn't care that his opponent is swinging back, he just wants to kill his enemy.
  
   (1d20)[ 14 ] 
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  Falchion Damage:
  
   (2d4+4)[ 7 ] 
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  [Lechy's HP: 7/14]
  Ouchies! Lechner grits her teeth in pain, going at the ugly brute yet again.
  
   (1d20+3)[ 10 ] 
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  Filled with confidence, the orc strikes yet again:
  
   (1d20+5)[ 16 ] 
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  Falchion Damage :
   (2d4+4)[ 7 ] 
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  [HP: 0/14. DISABLED]
  
  Attack Roll:
   (1d20+3)[ 4 ] 
  
  [HP: -1/14. DYING]
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  The orc's laughter is the last thing Lechner remembers hearing before she falls unconscious.
  
  She dreams of his laughter. She hears his laughter echo inside her mind. She sees the orc's face laughing at her, with a background of raging brimstone and fire roaring around him.
  
  Everywhere you run is not far enough. Everywhere you hide is not dark enough. Every disgiuse you don is not effective enough. He can see you. He can smell you. He is after you. 
  
  Then, Lechner wakes up with a sudden start. She immediately feels a sharp pain where the falchion sliced her across her chest. She looks down to see that it is bandaged.
  
  Lechner is in a dark cave, wrapped up in a bedroll. There is bread and water laying next to her, and a small campfire with a pot hanging over it. There is a repetitive  plop, plop, plop  sound of water hitting the cave floor somewhere nearby.
  
  There is no sign of the person that may have put her here.
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  Wincing, Lechner takes in her surroundings. She can't see perfectly in the dark, but her half-elf eyes have a better run at it than some.
  She considers putting her top back on, but decides she's too sore for it just now---the bandages are cover enough for now.
  
  Taking the bread and water, she starts to eat, not wasting any of it.
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  When she finishes eating, she notices a neatly folded piece of parchment next to her. In bold, neat handwriting, it says:
  
  " You have the pontential to be a worthy opponent. Killing such a weak whelp would have done nothing for me. Take this food and heal up. We will meet again when you are better prepared to fight.
  
                                   - Honor,
                                             Iso'Condee Thurashk  "
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lechner blinks a while. The orc... decided to save her.
  On one hand, she's alive, she's been tended to, and as far as she can tell nothing of her belongings has been taken. Hell, her stuff's better-organized than before! The orc's reasoning makes sense too, mostly.
  On the other hand... was honor really an orc thing? She didn't expect that; most of the orcs she's heard of weren't exactly honorable-sounding, but maybe Mr. Thurashk is different. He's certainly got good penmanship.
  Scooting out of the bedroll, she starts to dress with a few winces. Getting a charred twig from the fire, she does her best to write neatly on the back of the letter. It's not all that easy, so she has to make her reply a little basic.
  
    DEAR MISTER  ISCO   THRUA  ORC GUY
  THANKS FOR PATCHING ME UP + REORGANIZING GEAR
  WILL BE STRONGER WHEN WE MEET AGAIN
  XOXO,
  LECHNER  
  
  She places the note somewhere that looks dry and safe and easy to find, then checks the pot over the fire.
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  The pot smells of some kind of spiced stew with meat and vegetables. It is very hot, and there is an empty bowl, a spoon, and a serving spoon next to the fire.
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  He even made dinner for her.
  That's... kind of sweet, she decides, in a weird honor-nemesis way.
  Eagerly, she spoons out a bowl for herself and begins to eat, with plenty of blowing to avoid burning her tongue. Between her second and third bowls, she adds a brief ' PS. THANKS FOR STEW WAS NICE ' to her note.
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lechner realizes that the fire in the cave is starting to die down, and it is beginning to get light outside.
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  She stands, double-checks her pack, and starts to head outside.
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lechner steps outside, squinting her eyes at the sudden brightness. She stands in a ravine that holds a slow moving line of water in the center. The area is lightly forested and the rush of new, natural scents is welcome over the old dusky smell of the cave.
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  Trying to use the sun to figure her cardinal directions, she looks up and down the length of the ravine, wondering which way she'll head.
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lechner sees seperated groups of smoke over the curve of the ravine on her left, a sign of a well-emplaced establishment, roughly the size of a small town. In the oppasite direction, she sees mountains going high up, causing the river in the ravine to travel toward the direction of the supposed establishment.
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  Well, then, the choice is clear! Lechner smiles, starting to head off toward the town.
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  It doesn't take you long to reach the town. It is very small, and is inhabited by mostly humans, some elves and a few dwarves. There are a few merchants selling all kinds of mundane items, a few places to eat, and an inn if you would like to rest.
  
  You also notice a small group of soldiers donning armor and weapons and packing gear onto horses. It is like they are getting ready to go to battle.
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  An inn, definitely could use a rest before long... but ooh, what's going on there?
  Lechy trots over to the soldiers, curious.
  "Where are you going?"
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  "We are preparing to fight off the recent uprising of orcs." The apparent leader states.
  
  There is only five of them, four humans and a dwarf, but look prepared well enough.
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  She nods, brushing her scar under her top.
  "Had a nasty run-in with one earlier..."
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  He looks at you up and down. His soldiers stop packing there things briefly to listen in on the conversation.
  
  "And you actually survived?" The leader ask, as if he doesn't believe you. "How?"
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lechner decides to tell... well, mostly the truth.
  "Well, the one I fought got the better of me, but luckily someone patched me up!" She grins, pulling the neck of her top down to show the bandages for a moment. "I got really lucky."
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lechner's Bluff Check: +2 Charisma, +2 Circumstance Bonus for having evidence supporting her case.
   (1d20+4)[ 6 ] 
  
  Guardsman's Sense Motive Check: +1 Wisdom
   (1d20+1)[ 14 ] 
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Really? See, the orcs don't just leave survivors to be patched up. Plus, the odds of somebody getting you out in a timely manner to patch you up is unbelievable."
  
  The rest of the soldiers resume packing their things.
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  She shrugs and turns to leave, accepting he won't be convinced.
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  "All right men, we are heading out in five minutes!" The leader commands his soldiers.
  
  "With any luck, today we will be able to find and kill their damned leader, Iso'Condee!"
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lechner frowns.  Mr. Iso is my nemesis! He better not go and get killed by them... not that I can really do jack about it right now. 
  Thinking, she heads for the inn.
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  The inn has few people in it. The innkeeper stands behind a counter, a maid sweeps the floor, and a dwarf is passes out in the corner.
  
  "Good morning." The innkeeper greets you. "How may we help you?"
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I'm new here, wondered if there's anything a newcomer should know other than those soldiers heading off to fight the orcs."
conversations: Beans:
conversations: human
conversations:  "They are looking to kill their leader. If they can do that, the orcs will hopefully stop terrorizing our village." The innkeeper states.
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lechner considers telling the innkeeper what she told the soldier, but decides against it.
  "I... heard the orcs were pretty bad in the area, yeah."
conversations: Beans: