Showdown at the Horse Corral

The priest already on edge, spun at the voice. He yanked his shield up and placed himself between the voice and Miklos to protect his back. He pulled the fail and stood ready. He didn’t expect archers to shoot into potential melee, but he wasn’t sure.

Feldard did not recognize the elven voice and assumed it a hidden accomplice of the horse-trader. He turned to look for its source but did not follow it’s directive. Instead, the dwarf hefted his axe and closed the distance to the covered wagons to gain some cover should the hidden elf begin firing arrows at their party.

Stephan’s sword veritably flew from the scabbard. The metal resonated with the action leaving a high-pitched tone hanging in the air. Like a pitch-pipe preparing musicians to play, the sound was familiar to the companions and had the effect of focusing the mind for battle.

Hasan was as confused as the rest by the second elven voice. He froze in place and watched.

Stephan took a step back, shield and blade raised, to give himself some room. Not sure what the voice meant for them—was it Hasan casting some sort of spell?—he kept his eyes on the Fyodoryll, shifting them only to take in the four ruffians.

“Its a trap!” cried Miklos. He flung his wand out and jabbed it toward the elf. “Utter a word. Make any sudden movement and it’ll be your last. Now all of you. On the floor. Now!”

She paid him no heed, as her expression changed from feigned dismay to deliberate action. Her hands moved from obfuscating her mouth to gesticulating in the air, weaving a spell with which Miklos was very familiar.

Her henchmen drew their swords, with the intention of taking full advantage of the distracting voice from the forest.

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9 responses to “Showdown at the Horse Corral

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

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 18,330/24000
    Miklos: 18,415/20000
    Feldard: 18,415/34000
    Hasan: 17,485/32000
    Stephan: 17,345/32000

  2. miklosdostevar

    Since in AD&D terms sleep is a 1 segment spell, its the fastest spell available to Miklos. So as Miklos has recognised the spell I assume by the comment that it is sleep. As she has already started casting, Miklos cannot beat her. So the only thing to do is interrupt her with something she’d never expect a Mage to do….

    Miklos pinged the wand at her.

    (DM hint-insert shocked elf reaction here were she momentarily forgets whats she’s doing!)

    Miklos launched into his own counter spell. And tries to beat her to the last sylable.

  3. miklosdostevar

    Or insert “cool special effect” as both the spells interact with an interesting collision!

  4. miklosdostevar

    Bah! Bluffs should work occasionally!

  5. Maruc

    “Get ready chaps.” said Maruc, “This is going to hurt.” Maruc wildly glanced around. Feldard on the two left hand merc’s, Stephan on the elf, That leaves two merc’s fo him. What Fun.

    He ducked the first swing but the tall scar-faced merc on the right. The shorter blonde mans blade rode up his shield flicked off the top lip and caught Maruc’s helm. Maruc dived to the right putting the two men between him and the elf. He jabbed the edge of the shield into scarface’s knee forcing him back giving Maruc time to pivot out of the way of the shorter mans murderous thrust. These guys were good. Better than the goblins who were all lust and blood.

    But Maruc had one advantage. And it was a big one.

    He had God.

    Laughter peeled from his lips as he soaked up blow after blow. Then he cried, “Halav! Guide my hands!” and the flail became as light as a stick it circled a weaved entrapping blades an unbalencing scarface who stumbled. H flicked the round the edge of the blonde mans shield mashing his elbow. The the blonde man shirked of the injury and bore Maruc back with a series of overhand blows that sent enamel flakes of shield paint flying. The tall man had picked himself up and launched back into the fray, but he sidestepped the priest heading for Miklos. Maruc’s fresh blood dripping from his sword.

  6. Feldard

    Still taking advantage of the wagons cover , (the dwarf is too clueless to realize the voice was a ploy) Feldard set down his axe and took a moment to pull his crossbow and load a bolt. Peering from around the edge wagon, the dwarf fired at one of the approaching henchmen.

    With another close on the firsts heels, Feldard retrieved his axe and prepared for melee.

  7. Stephan

    As soon as Stephan realized the elf’s ploy–covering the mouth to hide magics, indeed!– he lunged with this sword at her. His aim was not solely to wound but to first and foremost foil the casting.

  8. Hasan

    Hasan sprinted forward finally on seeing his companions engaged in pitched battle-he gathered Stephan’s elaborate gestures and search represented some claim on horses that were substantially as he had earlier described. Still hasan hoped to avoid lethal force in this enounter.

    Taking advantage of the elf’s focus on her spellcasting and Stephan, Hasan was able to approach within range. He unleashed a sticky web and tried to ensnare the horsetrader. He wouldn’t be unhappy, he realized, if the two traders were trapped together. Birds of a feather, after all.

  9. Hasan

    (Assuming the above works…. Otherwise, obviously Dm will riff as necessary)

    “Soldiers-put down you weapons!” Hasan’s voice swelled with unusual auithority. “Fyodoryll is down. Mercy will be shown, and payment may still be earned, but lower your swords!”

    The four mercenaries, seeing their leader and paymaster entangled and controlled, swiftly diagnosed the situation. First one and then all four sheathed their blades. One whose short-cropped hair could not disguise his balding pate wore a jagged scar across his face that reminded Hasan a bit of Nicolai. “I be Igor, and these be Ivan, Sergei and Vladimir. What say you?”

    Hasan brushed off the man with a single finger to the man, casually, disdainfully, and approached the mess of magical cords that encompassed Fyodoryll and Stephan. The two continued to tussle about, shouting at every turn about brands and hindquarters and hoofs and such. “Enough!” The eld thundered to his maximum extent. Maruc and Feldard supressed guffaws ar the elf’s efforts to assert command, but the war of words in the web slowed nonetheless. “Enough, I say! Fyodyrll, the horses of the Susikyn are forfeit. But come now with us and pursue those who sold you these great steeds. Come now and you may yet earn some to sell at Rifflian. Come now, else we shall turn ye loose, penniless and humbled, in the Dymrak.”

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