“Das ist wundebar, Lecherlich,” Torsten’s dejected low-volume commentary considered the wonderfully ridiculousness of his predicament. He more than likely cracked a rib several minutes ago and stumbled into an impression made by some jötunn of Yggdrasill-origin. He knew this day could only get worse. 

Almost on cue, he could hear the familiar war cry of Orc raiders. Three of the bipedal humanoids were of motley green skin tone and the other two, a solid brown. They were closer to his friend Njal’s height, than his own, who was a rather large man in his own right. The orcs had pointed ears and were dancing around two would be corpses laying on the ground at their feet. They appeared to be celebrating the looting of trousers from their victims. They weren’t wearing any armor and only stolen pants. The trousers would allow two of their own to cover their legs. What a boon!

Upon closer inspection, Torsten realized who the [i]corpses[/i] on the ground were; they were two countrymen he knew quite well, Ulf Gunnerson and Njal Osborne. He had only been thinking about these two prior to the brief encounter with the large wooly boar. Now they were in the clearing just ahead of him. The distance from his concealing bush to the dancing orcs was just under thirty yards. He didn’t want to get too close as they still outnumbered him five to one. Given his recent injury, he would have preferred not fighting these monsters, but he kind of felt like he had to. It was like a sign from Ulfric, the God of Battle presented him with a sacrifice. It was as though the Gods themselves were telling Torsten, kill this prey and we will return you to your friends to help you.

Torsten thought quickly how he would engage the orcs. He pulled out a hand full of arrows, fewer than a dozen and stuck them in the dirt in front of him. He hefted his bow nocking an arrow. He took careful aim at the closest orc, sighted in and loosed the arrow. It struck the creature in the left thigh. An audible yelp escaped the injured orc, but Torsten knew the beast was still a threat. Fortunately, the group had no idea where the arrow came from. They stopped dancing to look about. Before they stopped, Torsten got off a second arrow which just barely missed the same orc he shot at the first time.

[hider=Arrow shots]Shooting his first arrow at the closest orc rolls a: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/20567]6[/url]. This results in moderate wound. Second shot results in a: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/20568]4[/url]. Miss!
Third shot results in a: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/20569]8[/url]. Heavy wound to a second orc.[/hider]

Now, they knew where he was and the pressure was on. He nocked a third arrow and loosed it at an uninjured orc closest to him and hit the monster in its chest, knocking it back on its ass. Three of the orcs would be on him in seconds. He grabbed a fourth arrow, planning to loose another just before switching to his axe. Now the distance was closer to 10 to 15 yards.

[hider=fourth arrow]The fourth arrow shot resulted in: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/20570]9[/url]. Death![/hider]

At this range, he knew he would hit. The pressure actually attuned his senses filling him with confidence. He loosed the fourth arrow at the next orc in line. It struck the brown creature in the throat, dropping him to his knees. The Orc gurgled in its own blood, drowning while gasping for breath.

There were two uninjured orcs remaining and the one he hit in the leg. Torsten dropped his bow drawing his axe. The orcs were upon him. The first one took a swing at him, missed stumbled onto the ground. The second uninjured orc swung an axe at Torsten injuring him in the ribs on the other side of his chest. 

[hider=Orc attack]The orc swings a sword at Torsten results in: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/20572]1[/url]. Which is a miss and a stumble FAIL! The second orc attack: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/20573]5[/url]. Results: Moderate wound on Torsten.[/hider]

Torsten darted away from the one orc in front of him who connected with his chest, preparing to strike with his axe. He swung and connected midway up the creature’s left arm taking off its hand. Torsten knew there was the fifth orc slowly moving towards him. Instead of dropping back, he surged forward to strike this one a second time. The orc was successful in dodging the axe swing and able to push Torsten to the ground putting more pressure on his injured ribs.

[hider=Torsten strikes][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/20575]6[/url]+1 = 7. Results Heavy damage. Second axe hit [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/20576]3[/url]. Results: Miss and fall.[/hider]

“Oof!” Torsten let out a groan as he hit the ground. So far, he had killed one orc, knocked a second one out, dropped a third to the ground, a fourth lost an arm and this fifth one with an arrow wound to the leg. Torsten quickly hurried to his feet, looking back as he ran towards Ulf and Oz. “Wake UP!!” Torsten yelled as he reached his friends. Both had bindings around their hands and ankles. They would not be much help even if they were awake. He could see both friends’ manhood exposed to the world. Although it was common knowledge Njel was hung like a field mouse, Ulf Osborne had at least an eight-inch penis dangling in the soil. “Holy Shit! Wolf! I’m gonna kill these Orcs just so you can put your pants back on!” Neither of his friends could hear him.

Torsten turned. The orc who lost his arm had run away. The one who landed a hit on him stood near his comrades snarling and howling with part of an arrow shaft in his leg. It was as though he were yelling, “you want these pants, you’re going to have to come and get them.” Torsten also wanted his bow and arrows before he left. There was only one orc who appeared willing to fight him. Torsten ran back towards the orc with his axe. The orc similarly armed with an axe. The orc took a swing and struck Torsten’s axe. Torsten then took a swing which was parried by the orc. The orc’s second attack struck Torsten firmly in the side knocking him on the ground. He could feel the blood oozing from his side. The warm liquid slowly coated his belly and upper thighs. He felt weak, unable to get to his feet. He considered taking out a knife and stabbing the orc. The knife made it to his hand, but never got to use it.

[hider=Second round]orc takes a second round attack on Torsten [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/20577]8[/url]. Heavily wound. Torsten’s knife attack results in [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/20578]4[/url]. Result: not harm the target.[/hider]

The surviving orc, picked up two of his injured comrades and helped them depart the clearing. One dead orc remained behind. If no one got to Torsten soon to bind his wounds, he would join the orc in the afterlife and meet Maleum and Nar'rog. Ulfric had abandoned him in this moment of need. He could feel the life draining from his body. He lost consciousness.
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