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Oran:

The mind flayer lair is taken care of and after some scouting camp is set up. The humans spotted earlier at the estate on the edge of town are the next concern.

With the recon complete, Grondar calls for setting camp. Once that is done in an appropriate place, he consults his companions ...

Oran:

Oran's presumption regarding the tub of brains makes a certain disgusting kind of sense. Grondar decides not to think on it anymore. "My thoughts were similar. I doubt very much any resulting explosion would bring down the building; any danger is more likely to be to our persons. To be ...

Oran:

The last room appears to be a laboratory of some kind. Another mind flayer is found inside and it’s overwhelmed before it can pose a threat. It’s troll lackeys are quickly taken down as well.

Oran concurs with leaving the strange equipment alone. “Aye, those things would only be valuable ...

Oran:

Oran nods his understanding, has his hammer at the ready, and trials long. Should another mind flayer turn up, he’ll attack it with his war hammer.

Oran:

Cleaning off her blades, Virae looks down at the Mind Flayer, “It’s uglier then a troll!” She states as she looks back at Oran. “Are they truly that dangerous?” she asks curiously.

“At least they don’t smell as bad,” Oran offers offhandedly.

“Yes, they are that dangerous. Treat them ...

Oran:

It’s not a surprise that more trolls come ambling up the stairs. The Firehammer makes short work of the lead troll and the others dispatch the other two. Only then is the master of the trolls revealed!

"Mind Flayer!" Oran roars as he rushes to attack.

Oran’s come across these foul ...

Oran:

Grasping his Firehammer, Oran stands ready to pound whatever is coming up the stairs.

Oran:

Oran nods his understanding. Stealth isn’t his thing, so he’ll let Virae lead the way. Should trouble arise, Oran will be there with his hammer.

Oran:

Farian returns and we learn that the guards inside are either Shriekers or Violet Fungi.

“That explains why the guards didn’t come out. They’re pretty easy to kill.”

Oran has nothing to add to the plan and stands ready with his Firehammer.

Oran:

"The point of pulling back was twofold: to lure out any more that might be in the area, as you said earlier, Oran; and to get out of sight while we split up so that anyone watching from inside doesn't know what we're up to. And no, it was not my intention to dally about, but the grumping ...

Oran:

After withdrawing and seeing the response to the attack, Oran suggests that they implement the previously discussed strategy with an odd result.

"Didn't we just spend time a few minutes ago discussing our strategy? Am I imagining it? We get a little blood on our weapons and you all are ...

Oran:

Oran throws his Firehammer and it strikes true, but as he feared it wasn’t enough to put the vile creature down. Fortunately, the others in the group are able to finish the job. Oran dashes forward, catching his Firehammer in the process. Using the weapon, he finishes the job of removing ...

Oran:

Oran listens to Grondar’s plan.

“I have no problem with your plan in principle, Grondar,” the warrior notes, “but I see potential trouble. The Firehammer is a powerful weapon, but not even it can down a troll in just one strike when thrown. Were we face to face then I could slay it quickly ...

Oran:

Oran listens to the discussion at hand without any real show of emotion.

“It’s been my experience that one can over think and over plan any combat situation. To me, it’s best to keep it simple and be able to adapt as the situation changes.”

“Our goal is remove those trolls and find out ...

Oran:

The trolls are reached. Oran is confident that they don't pose much of a threat. Unlike the group's scout.

"Aye, would ye care for a tome? Bah, it aint worth it." Shaking his head as he begins walking away, as he makes himself invisible as he mutters, "Blasted noble tree hugger, probably ...

Oran:

“How do we get these prisoners to talk? Can anyone speak their language?”

“Sorry, the only language I speak is with my hammer.”

Virae returns with her findings.

“Trolls you say?” Oran says. “Just standing there? That’s not normal. Someone must be controlling them, otherwise they would ...

Oran:

The hobgoblins are made short work of. Not surprising, since they were just through a hard fought battle and were unprepared for a fresh opponent.

Once that's done, they will meet the others in the middle of the square. "That battle was short but fierce. You all did very well and should ...

Oran:

Oran catches his Firehammer and then charges towards the hobgoblins. The Gobs become aware of his approach and split up into easier to manage groups.

“Five against one dwarven warrior?” Oran wonders aloud. “That’s not much of a challenge for the dwarf!”

Hammer the hobgoblins once they ...

Oran:

Oran watches stoically as the battle unfolds. He suspects that the hobgoblins will be the victors as they are more disciplined in their strategies. So Oran pays more attention to the hobgoblins trying to identify their most powerful warriors.

Finally the battle ends and the remaining derro ...

Oran:

Oran is on guard as the group moves deeper into Rockhaven. The town appears deserted for the most part, except for the battle going on up ahead. The forges are unattended.

“This might just be a battle site,” Oran will remark. “The forges are not in use and there’s no one around. No women ...

Oran:

The group moves deeper into the earth and towards Rockhaven. Oran leas across the smaller chasms that they come across thanks to his magical ring. There, he’ll drive a piton into the rock wall to support the rope. Soon Rockhaven is reached and it’s not deserted.

“Aye, I know some of this ...

Oran:

“Thank you for your kind donations,” Ziana will graciously say. “Indeed, this will all be put towards furthering Berronar’s good works. May Berronar smile upon your mission. If there is anything that I can do to help, please let me know.”

“You are most welcome, Priestess,” Oran answers ...

Oran:

"Frost giant, ya say?! Well, that beats my enchanted gauntlets, which are supposed to make me about as strong as an ogre."

“Drakkimor always did make sure we had the best equipment for our adventures.”

"Just what I was thinking, Oran. The harder we make it for them to return, the ...

Oran:

“Thanks Oran, Can’t say how much of that I could take.” She says evenly as she looks at the dwarf. ‘Want me to give you a hand or watch your back?” she asks.

Oran climbs out of the ore bucket and is back on solid ground once more. He stretches for a moment, working out the kinks.

“I can ...

Oran:

"I'm not sure whether your strength exceeds mine, Oran, but you're welcome to go first. Farian, please go with him and have a look around for anything unexpected.”

“I’ve a belt given to me by Drakkimor,” Oran explains. “He said it makes me as strong as a frost giant, so that is why I ...

Oran:

The winged woman comes through with her task and the ore bucket arrives!

“So who is to go first?” Oran wonders. “You’re going to need muscle to work this thing and I’m guessing that I’m the strongest here so I should take the first trip, with your approval of course Lord Grondar.”

Once ...

Oran:

“Oran? What are you doing? Oran! ORAN!”

Oran ignores the preacher’s objections. Reaching the edge, Oran leaps using the magic of his Ring of Jumping.

And what a leap it is! Oran soars over the lava flow in a high arc, leaping higher and farther than should be possible! The dwarven ...

Oran:

Oran keeps on eye on Dougan and the other on the way into the chamber. The sounds of battle can be heard off in the distance and Oran is very tempted to go aid his companions. The ravings of Clavis attract Oran’s gaze. It’s clear that he’s gone off the deep end.

The next thing Oran knows ...

Oran:

The Iron Warrior lies in ruins. Once more the Firehammer has done its work. Grondar rushes off to catch up to the others.

"The sooner, the better, my friend." With that, Grondar races off in an attempt to catch up with the others.

“I’ll stay here to stand guard,” Oran states. “And keep ...