Feldard, still keeping watch along the route they’d come from, added his wisdom. “It won’t take those wolves long to track us here. I say we find a position of advantage, dispatch these then find a way to storm the village. If we attack the village or even attempt to sneak in before finishing with these seven, there is a strong likelihood that we could be trapped between the two groups.” As the dwarf spoke, he readied his weapons for an upcoming battle.
Miklos grasped Feldard’s shoulder then placed his fingers to his lips. “If it is surprise you seek, I shall send these folk into a magical slumber. That way we may be able to pass unhindered and without alarm!”
The cleric nodded in agreement. “Let us see what Miklos can achieve. At the least we will have fewer foes to contest us.”
Stephan nodded in agreement to Miklos’s plan. He crept silently to a position from which he could train an arrow on the approaching goblins in case it was needed. Kneeling behind some petrified wood. The cover was excellent. He readied his bow.
The plan wasn’t at all what he’d had in mind but it was a plan. Feldard sought what cover he could and raised his crossbow, ready to take out any that might not succumb to the mage’s magic.
Ludo quickly grasped the situation, took cover behind a tree and readied his bow. Notching an arrow, he aimed it at a Goblin rider. Images of the torture inflicted upon him by Vlaak flashed through his mind, there will no mercy for these Goblins he vowed silently to himself.
Hasan joined his fellow archers in preparing to take down any survivors.
Miklos glanced around to see that everyone was in agreement. He edged his way a little closer, the better to encompass the scouting group. It was important to act swiftly, as they might alert further goblins within. There was no knowing how many lurked within the twisted foliage.
Miklos expertly formed the the symbol of summoning and deftly cast the blanket of slumber upon the goblins and wolves shortly after they had crossed the log bridge.
The seven goblins all fell asleep at the mage’s command. The dire wolves however, were built of stronger stuff. They had picked up the scent of the interlopers, and they knew what to do. The two of them shook off their dozing riders and headed straight for the group. Arrows shot at them as they swiftly rushed forth. Meanwhile, from inside the lair, another wolf was released. Sans rider, it hastily charged out of the entrance, trying to catch up to its brothers.