“We’re being watched,” Hasan said his companions, as they began to move toward the boatman. “We can’t act otherwise, but know that we’re being watched. Stephan, be ready to turn.”

Miklos and Maruc glanced at each other. Neither distrusted the elf, but his pronouncement was unexpected. The party made their way to the riverbank.

Stephan’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean, we’re being followed,” he directed at Hasan when the elf revealed his concerns.

Gently dipping the oars into the river Ludo silently directed the river boat into the shoreline and as the boat gently ran up onto the river bank he jumped ashore splashing a couple of times in the shallow water. After pulling the boat up onto the bank he knelt down in the grass to listen. Strange he thought in the cool night air he could not hear anything you would normally expect, something was amiss. Picking up his sword he scampered off deeper into the bush away from the river, his senses alert for any sort of an attack.

Feldard remained hidden in the woods, crossbow loaded, watching in the growing dusk as Stephen and Hasan made their way first towards the city entrance, then towards the river. “What are they up to now?”
He searched the area for any visible threat.

Ludo headed towards where he thought the road was, the bush was thick and making it impossible for him to determine if the others were waiting for him or even if they had left Threshold. Walking around a tree as quietly as he could he literally stumbled over Feldard who was staring intently into the gathering gloom.

As the group was reunited, a voice from high over their heads screamed, “Attack!”

Three bolts of energy came down from above, illuminating the party’s position. Miklos could do nothing as he saw that he was the target of the spell. “Aaaaaaggghhhh” he cried as the magic missiles struck him.

They scanned the sky and saw the yellow-robed Golthar flying above them. From the woods around them, they heard the sound of enemies approaching.



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8 responses to “Attack!

  1. Miklos -11hp
    Hasan +4hp (Maruc would have healed him at some point)

    8:05pm, Gromdain, the 7th of Felmont, 1001AC
    Partly cloudy, windy

    Feldard: 10xp+5xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp

    Maruc: 24,855/48000
    Miklos: 24,735/40000
    Feldard: 25,270/34000
    Hasan: 24,380/32000
    Stephan: 24,350/32000
    Ludo: 23,895/40,000

  2. Ludo

    Hearing Goltar cry out Ludo ducked and waited for what seemed like eternity for oblivion and then realising he was still alive, he stood up, and waited for the charge of his enermies, he knew this would be fight to the death. Time seem to slow down and in slow motion he saw Feldard charge the attackers, he heard Miklos cry out but it all seemed distant and far away and as there was nothing he could do for Miklos at the moment -unimportant. As the first of Golthars lackeys rushed in, Ludo met his attacker head on.

  3. Feldard

    The screamed command from above startled the dwarf. The yellow robes from above made too tempting a target and the dwarf fired off his crossbow bolt towards the cowardly mage.
    “Hasan, can you return the sentiment?” the dwarf called out as he switched
    over to his battle axe and began moving forward to take on the first of the oncoming attackers.

  4. Miklos, Maruc and Hasan

    Hasan grinned at Feldard’s crack and directed his own arrow at the marauding mage. The arrow sliced through the carpet’s floating finery but whistled silently past their enemy.

    Silence ruled the forest. Unnatural absence ensnared the party all around, until Maruc hurled the gathered energies — or antienergies — at their assailant.

    “Good thinking,” Miklos croaked. And the you wizard crept close to the sturdy cleric, gripping his staff, hoping he wouldn’t need it, and preparing a sleep incantation for whatever emerged from the surrounding brush.

  5. Stephan

    Stephan dropped his shield and readied his short bow. He fired off two arrows at the silhouette of the flying carpet. He was not sure if one or both of the arrows he hastily knocked and shot were the enchanted ones he kept in the quiver with the others.

    Then the ground attack was on. Stephan rolled, dropping the bow and retrieving his shield. The familiar sound of a quickly drawn sword reverberated in the dim wood as he engaged the first assailant…

  6. Feldard

    (actually the dwarf meant using magic on the mage but arrow works too)

  7. Maruc

    Maruc’s arm snaked out to steady his wounded friend. “Halav bless thee Miklos!” he cried casting one of his precious cures. then he turned and raised his fist to the skies. “Flee if you value your treacherous skin, Golthar! We have what you seek and we will burn it before you lay hands upon it!” Maruc’s gaze swept the moving bushes and he drew his flail and readied his shield.

  8. miklosdostevar

    The healing balm took the burning sensation away from his chest. “Thank you.” he sighed. The young mage’s eyes narrowed. But that he’d have had time to memorise another lightning bolt spell. He doubted a sleep incantation would work on a mage of Golthar’s power and he was at the limit for the range of a web spell. He glanced at the foes emerging from the bushes. His eyes rose to a tree near the bobbing carpet. Now there was an anchor point. He aimed the base of the web at the top of the swaying tree and flung it across to the carpet and its occupants…

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