With the slumbering enemy swordsmen collapsed on the deck of the approaching riverboat, Ludo had limited options for targets. He too would have liked to shot the man in platemail, but shooting from a moving boat across to another moving target was difficult at best, especially protected by armour. Therefore he continued to aim at the bowmen – it would take time for the pirate leader to rouse his men from their slumber and Ludo figured taking out the bowmen was the better option. He kept up a steady barrage of arrows and was satisfied to see two bowmen fall, one with an arrow through his chest, another collapsing; grasping his leg where an arrow had embedded itself.
Ludo yelled at their own captain “Hard to Starboard” to steer the ‘Mudlark’ away from the approaching riverboat, with a little luck they might avoid being boarded.
The dwarf, hearing the enemy’s barked order to target his spellcasting companions, took a more visible position as he raised his loaded crossbow. Feldard aimed as best he could towards the leader and fired off his bolt. He figured his aim was good enough to hit the human. The question was—would his bolt penetrate, or glance harmless off?
Feldard didn’t get opportunity to see, as the Mudlark swung around ‘hard to starboard’ and nearly pitched the dwarf through the rails into the river.
Stephan lurched with the Mudlark as it swiveled in the river. Regaining his position, he kept a barrage of arrows directed at the man in plate, hoping to at least keep him busy if not wound him.
Frustrated at the chieftain Maruc soon realized that he had attracted the attention of his friends, this he would soon regret. Maruc winked at Miklos, the mage was chanting again.
Below the gunnels Miklos angrily pulled the arrow out of his shoulder. He winced, blood stained his travel worn robes. Gritting his teeth he began his second sleep spell….this time aimed deliberately and firmly within the ranks of the bowmen.
Protected by Maruc, the mage was able to concentrate fully on his spellcasting. This time to great effect, for the entirety of the archers dropped their bows as they fell into slumber.
Hasan grinned through the pain. Blood coursed down his arm and he raised his fist in defiance. An arrow streaked past the Elyan, but the elf stood steady, euphoric in combat in ways his friends had rarely seen. The elf calmly called upon a second incantation. With speed no ordinary dart could achieve, a magical golden quarrel buried itself in the plate-armored leader. The man was not stopped, but he was bloodied.
With the majority of his raiding party sleeping soundly on the decks of his ship and facing a constant barrage of arrows and magic, the brigand leader rousted another of his crew and ordered a full retreat. What remained of the bandit crew set about to reversing the ship’s course as quickly as they could.