End of Day 1:


The Battle was fiercer than anything Mistledown had ever seen. When they heard the Orcs approaching the prisoners had fallen back to a large chamber filled with stalagmites and a small stream. Hiding among the rocks and extinguishing all their lights they waited in silence for the Orc company to arrive. Roger had been furious, being the only one who could not see in the oppressive darkness.

It had taken only a few minutes for the orcs to file in, arrayed in 2 lines 6. Mistledown grimaced, they were hoping for a far smaller scouting party than 12. But they only had a few moments before one of the orcs noticed them, and so the entire grouped launched its attack on the surprised orcs. Dovcil Lept from his hiding place, the human sword in his hand Smashing one orc in the face and sending it dead to the cavern floor. Garl Hefted his club and Smashed another orc flat. Gringar and Punikit worked together once again, One holding a shield and darting forward while the other hefted the sword and struck. Slashnos Howled a war chant and Slashed another orc to ribbons. Mistledown however, held back and raised a hand, a orb of white light illuminating the area around her, and giving light to see by. He whooped in triumph and moved forward beside the Nymph.

In the first 5 seconds of combat 4 orcs were slain. But even then the rest of the group shook off its surprise and started fighting back. The prisoners were soon each met with their own combatants, and the better equipped orcs started getting the upper hand.

2 orcs broke off from the main fighting to confront Mistledown and Roger, and the rogue cursed and raised his sword to parry the orcs slashes. Mistledown started singing, her voices unbroken and strikingly beautiful as she weaved a spell. Then all at once she started laughing, the sound radiating like a physical force and hitting the orcs. They both stuttered and held back, moving onto their guard, affected by the spell. Roger nodded and moved forward, his sword trying several strikes on the orcs, testing their guard. Mistledown hardly notices, launching herself into another spell and taking a wuick look at the rest of the battle.

Garl had quickly dispatched his own orc, but had taken another nasty hit on his arm. Dovcil had also slaughtered his own orc, and both were aiding Punikit and Gringar against their pair of orcs. Slashnos was working circles around his orc and slowly bleeding him out.

Roger yelped in pain and Mistledown brought her attention back to her own battle. The orcs had obviously overcome her spell and were pressing forward, roger hardly holding on against the orcs sword strikes. Mistledown ended her spell, and a arrow flew from her outstretched hand to slam into one of the orcs. It growled in agony as the small arrow pumped acid into its stomach and fell to the ground. Roger smiled in glee and pressed forward once again, moving forward and forward and slamming the orcs sword down. Mistledown nodded and smiled taking another look around. The battle was all but over, the last few orcs running from the victorious party. Mistledown allowed herself to relax, They had won their first fight together with nothing to serious.

That is when the orc she had wounded with her arrow managed to crawl all the way over to the nymph, his arm pulling her down and his sword stabbing into her chest. Her eyes bulged as she starred at the orc and sword. She slowly slid to the ground, cursing herself for her stupidity with her dying breath.


Mistledown the Nymph (johnhughthom) Has been lynched. She was a Doctor



Begin night 1: It will end on June 26, at 8:00 PM EST



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