He ran, ran as he hadnʼt ran in years. Broad sticks splintered beneath his heavy boots, driven deep into gritty soil. Branches whipped his face; scrub scraped at his calves above his boots, raising welts that remained all but invisible against skin red enough to suggest an agonizing sunburn. Or at least it would have, had he been human.
“Then this isnʼt merely for our own lord,” that same knight announced in a hiss, “but for all Barovia!”
Blood splattered and vanished, slurped greedily away by the dry and thirsty earth, and the heavy body became a missile, knocking another of the knights from his feet. Then the rest were upon him, and the world became a blur of wood and steel. For a time, Davroʼs inhuman reach held them at bay, but with each prodigious swing he left a gap in his defences, and each time a soldier managed to dart ever nearer. Men and women (the knights included both to judge by their grunts and screams) fell beneath that hideous great axe.. mangled and bleeding. But other blades licked past his defences, etching shallow wounds in his ruddy skin. None were lethal... nor even especially incapacitating: but the burning sting and the fatigue of blood loss were beginning, albeit slowly, to demand his attention.
Three of the knights yet stood, and at least one of those who had fallen (his armour crinkled around his left arm and leg like paper) might still prove dangerous. The humans probably couldn’t tell just how many wounds the Orge had suffered, since the blood didn’t show as clearly against his skin as it would theirs, but Davro knew this couldnʼt continue much longer. In the end they would wear him down through sheer attrition.
Only then did he kneel beside his axe, allowing his head to droop, panting and gasping for breath. He gazed down at himself and scowled at his injuries, causing his muscles to ripple and quiver for a moment. A quick glance around revealed no medicinal herbs - at least none of those that Lady Scarlett Sylmarian `the hag witch` had taught him about: so he settled for tearing bits of cloth from the dead knights’ undergarments for makeshift bandages. And then, for long moments, Davro leaned against one of the larger trees, and pondered.
Hils starts the campaign off with a small introduction piece, to set the tone and flavour of what`s to come:
Up to now we have been using the 5th edition Starter Box Set, which is absolutely fantastic, but to play the kind of games we play, we are thinking that we really need the full kit-and-caboodle.