“Vas’tul!” the epithet spewed forth from the Elfin swordswoman in surprise. Recovering herself, she took a step back, murmurring words softly in a rhythmic tongue, the words hastened to complete the ritual of arcane protection by the time the men were upon her. Her sword–a pity that Nicolai had disappeared with her blade!–rose into a guard position.
Heh, thought the Mage, so much for the ‘Siswa Cloak’ ruse. Miklos hoped that one of the swordsmen might be their young Rogue has had been the case before. But he doubted that he’d have managed to infiltrate the Siswa with such speed. Realising too late that his sleep spell would have been useful here he brought his staff up to defend himself as best he could.
Maruc suppressed his surprise at the assault and shrugged off the redundant cloak. The lamplight gleamed of his new armour and a mirthless grin crept across his features as he strode toward the warriors alongside his surly dwarf friend.
Shaking out his flail-chain and raising his shield he collided with the first warrior hoping to disable him swiftly. The man was swift though, and beat him to first blood, carving a wound into the cleric’s side.
Following closely behind, Feldard met the charge in the intersection, joining the cleric and the elf in the fray. Standing directly in front of Miklos, he kept the swordsmen from the mage. How the mage managed to survive any melee with only a stick a defend, Feldard would never understand!
Saeth meanwhile was in the direct path of the attackers, so she too found herself facing off against two foes. Her protection spell held tough, and despite being new to the scimitar, she managed well enough, quickly dispatching one of the men.
The sudden appearance of the attackers from the north had startled the dwarf for a moment, but his axe was quick to come up. He matched stride with the priest, turning to intercept the charge. The fact that they are human surprised the dwarf more, but at least this way he didn’t feel obliged not to kill them. Bringing his massive enchanted battle axe to bear on one of the leather-clad marauders, the dwarf nearly sliced the man in half.
“Stop!” yelled one of the men facing off with Maruc. “These aren’t Siswa!”
His words distracted the man who had wounded the Halavist, who, as a result, failed to block the priest’s flail which continued on a collision course with the man’s head. The man dropped to the ground dead, leaving only one of the original four to face the adventurers.