Defenders of the Riverboat

Miklos folded his arms and smiled. Somewhat nonchalantly he turned to his clerical comrade and his jaw dropped. An arrow had sprouted from his shoulder. “Err Maruc, you’ve been shot.” he said helpfully.

The cleric was ignoring him. Miklos looked beyond him at the melee on the boat. “Oh.” He considered the last of his arsenal of spells. Web was a spell he had not tried in anger and was a little indiscrimenate. Levitate? No.

It didn’t matter, Maruc was already on the problem. He reached down into the pile of equipment at his feet and free’d his staff. He watched the cleric’s back in case any of the ambushers chose to board their end of the boat.

Maruc gritted his teeth biting back the throbbing pain. He started at the cry of one of the other passengers. It took a second to realize that the man pulling his sword out of the collapsing victim wasn’t wet. He was a crewman. Treason! Maruc barked a word of power as the man launched himself at the exposed back of the dwarf. “Sleep!”

The attacker turned to the cleric with a visage of total derangement. Shaking off any lingering effects of the spell, the man recklessly shot straight for the cleric, charging forth like a rabid animal.

Feldard had his attention on the attackers boarding, so did not notice when the human Roklov was felled from behind. Nor was he aware of his own peril. The dwarf hefted his battle-axe and swung it in a large arc towards the boarding ambushers.

“Beloc!”, Stephan barked, cursing in Traladaran, seeing the futility of enlisting the oarsmen. Using the long oar in hand one last time, he lunged to use it to trip one of the robbers coming up on Roklov’s back.

Too late! Roklov suffered a grievous blow but the oar did help the dwarf. By luck, Stephan somehow wedged the wooden shaft at shin height. It was enough to trip one robber, another to stumble and a third to pause to look down…a fatal mistake. The dwarf’s axe swung true, making quick work of those tripped or delayed.

Only two of the group of boarders successfully made it on board, leaving the defenders of the riverboat with only three combatants to subdue. Yet, their opponents fought with no hesitation—fanatics ready to fight until the end.

* * * * *

Hasan summoned his magic missile and released it at the remaining archer, the man who now was meticulously destroying his erstwhile companions. While he had little sympathy for the now-slumbering attackers, Hasan knew he had to stop this loathsome action.

The man was more heavily armored than the others. The missile raced into him and its shock sent the man back a few paces, but he recovered. He was of sturdy stock, this one. Faced with an elf, he dropped his bow, then grabbed a shield that lay nearby and ran toward Hasan, drawing his sword.

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6 responses to “Defenders of the Riverboat

  1. Hasan

    Hasan judged the distance between the himself and the charging man. It would be difficult for him to get an additional spell off, but it was a risk worth taking. Hasan summoned another magical dart, hoping to direct it at his attacker before being set upon.

  2. Maruc: +10xp +10xp
    Miklos: +10xp
    Feldard: +10xp
    Hasan: +10xp
    Stephan: +10xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 17,115/24000
    Miklos: 17,190/20000
    Feldard: 17,235/34000
    Hasan: 16,540/32000
    Stephan: 16,035/32000

  3. Miklos (Mu 3)

    Maruc lept forth with equal singlemindedness of purpose. There was an evil burning light in mans eyes as he swung viscous and swift stokes with his blade. Once, twice the blade danced passed Maruc’s guard. Normally plate clad the priest would not be bothered but he felt the warm wet of flowing blood from fresh cuts down his side. The fight became more desparate he the gleam of victory darkened the mans face. Maruc saw an opening a swung wildly, but the blow was weak and flailed to even register or give him pause. He fought on…

  4. Miklos (Mu 3)

    To be honest Miklos was starting to feel a little embarrased. Maruc was fighting for all his worth and Miklos was just staning there watching his friend being cut to pieces. He looked down at his staff then slowly up to the man. He hadn’t even been scratched by the priest and Miklos didn’t like the look on his face. It was a snear, he hated it. It needed to be removed.

    For the first time since the fight with the panthers at the feet of the Bone Guardian he clasped the end of his staff with both hands and stepped to the flank of the melee. He screamed at the top of his voice and squeezing his eyes shut he swung the staff round with a giant two handed arc so fast he swore that he heard the end whistle with speed.

    It connected with something solid and unyielding almost jarring the staff out of his hands. He opened his eyes to see what he had hit….

  5. Feldard

    Feldard, while wanting to engage the boarders full out, was hard pressed just to defend himself against their frenzied assault. Metal clanged against metal as he used his axe to block blow after blow. He was given no respite and could garner no advantage with which to pursue his own attack.
    Yet there was something fanatical about the manner in which these men fought; and it stirred a most similar aggression within the dwarf.
    With a bellow Feldard, dropped his defense and went on the offensive. He backed a step or two then charged full out toward the attacker before him. He swung his axe up and over his left shoulder, and swung around full circle, coming down on his right. The impact was jarring.

  6. Stephan

    Stephan recognized the signs of battle rage in the attackers. But there was something more here. Something sinister.

    He saw the dwarf go into an effective rage and felt the familiar surge of battle frenzy–the dwarf almost emanated it. With this veins pumping, Stephan found something to step up on and leaped from a higher vantage to come down on the crazed assailant heading toward the magician.

    “Nocvamdiz!”, he shouted in the old tongue as his blade fell towards its target…

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