Maruc tried to squeeze into the press of combat to help Ludo. It was no use, there was little he could do.
“You’re going to have to bring them out here if you want help!” he cried over the bedlam. Maruc scanned the mayhem of combat within, through the failing light of the doorway he notice the Woodsman was looking too pale. “Stephan! To me now!” Swiftly he summoned the power of Halav and blessed him as he ducked briefly from the fray.
“Miklos, have you any magic to assist, if any more Gobbos come through, we will be hard pressed. Another one of your amazing bolts of lightning would do the trick I think”.
Feldard continued his assault on the defending Goblins. He axe blade once more was dripping with dark goblin blood. Over the din of fighting he shouted in Goblin, “Give us Vlaak!”
Upon hearing the deep bellow of the dwarf shouting the name Vlaak in gobspeak, Stephan, knowing a bit of the language, joined in, “Vlaak, bring out the coward!”
Hasan saw Ludo was hard pressed to hold the front line with Feldard and Stephan. But there was no space for the elf to step forward to support, so he drew his bow and looked for an opportunity. The slender thief winced away from a slashing ax and the elf had a clear view of a snarling goblin. From such short range, the elf couldn’t miss. The arrow slammed home, and the goblin collapsed, a third arm protruding its chest, goose-feathered fingers spreading skyward in requiem.
Maruc will cast a cure on Stephan if possible.
Stephan’s bellowing for Vlaak was cut short by a heavy pounding from a goblin mace. He spat blood, ears ringing, as he stumbled back. Hearing Maruc’s call, he somehow managed to make his way to the priest, who quickly restored his colour.
Inwardly Ludo was worried, if the Goblins managed to get around the sides of the group, then they would be doomed, no quarter would be given here he thought. Their only hope was to cause them to run which was likely to happen if enough Goblins were killed or wounded.
After suffering some cuts and slashes, Ludo decided to change his fighting style, he called out to the cleric. “Maruc, cover me while I try to thin them out at the rear!” Ludo took a step back, making room for Maruc to take his place in the fighting line. The rogue then unslung his bow and prepared to shoot his remaining arrows into the melee over the top of Feldard’s head.
In response to the rogue, Miklos echoed Maruc’s plea for space to help. “Yes! Bring them out and I shall enchant them!”