>>5603889Having depleted their capable warriors in the struggle against the Malarites, those few adults who remain have little in the way of combat capability. With the mage's concentration consumed by his work, the burden of slowing the advance of the Thousand Scars falls to Luaue, yourself, and Alantha, should it come to that. For the displacer beast's part, she seems to implicitly understand that she cannot defeat the orcish warband by her lonesome, though your attempts to elaborate on the specifics of your escape plan are mostly lost on her.
The three of you enter the now-emptied rotunda, where the stark statue of Moradin yet stands proud, as if in defiance of the incursion of his hated enemies. Outside, across the partially demolished bridge, the orcs and their ogre allies mobilize. Heeding the commands of their leader, indistinct from this distance, they are assuredly already preparing to execute a concrete plan. The half-breed sighs and sizes up the opposition, placing her hands confidently at her sides.
"You have the most experience with this sort of thing, sis-" she catches herself. "Sindiira. What do you suggest?"
You may choose no more than three.
>Luaue has a bow, she must know how to use it. She should harass them from here.>[Intellect] A well-constructed barricade is a worthy first line of defense.>Alantha is unpredictable, though we can put that to use. I shall allow her to act freely.>[Will] I am not one to plead with the gods, but cannot hurt to beseech Moradin for aid. >[Agility] Let us see if I cannot find a way to disrupt their efforts myself...>[Write-in.] 