"I know, I know. I just thought that he would like a little humor, if he could hear us."<br/><br/>"Well he can't. And I don't like it. This is one of our best we're looking at. This is the worst situation he could be in, and we put him there."<br/><br/>"We'll get him out."<br/><br/>"Maybe, in a week."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The orc closest to Niada fell asleep nearly instantly, falling to the ground and looking no less peaceful in his slumber. The other two were still charging when they were hit by the haze. Their screams of battle were converted into snores and their charges into uncontrolled forward momentum. Both crashed into each other as their eyes shut.<br/><br/>The sudden change in noise level caught the attention of the final orc that stopped his charge before. He turned around to see his fallen brothers, and a little girl making a funny face and he did not like it. He charged with his fists outstretched to either side, ready to punch or tackle the puny thing to death.  ((Total roll: 19)) And a fist connected. ((Damage roll: 4!))<br/><br/>Behind him, from the direction he had thrown his axe, Niada could just make out the falling figure of a humanoid out of a tree, which may have been enough of a distraction to let the orc's clenched hand approach so intimately close to her face.<br/><br/>((A thirteen, a six, and a ONE for will saves. Go go power orcers!))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>