Dogged Pursuit

Ludo kept looking over his shoulder as the warband of Gnolls got closer and closer. The day was warm and as they climbed further into the mountains the path they were on became nothing more than a goats track, rocky and narrow. He knew if they stopped to give combat they would die. Of course a lot of Gnolls would die as well, but in the end the superior numbers of the Gnolls would be the telling factor. He could see that Maruc was tired from his vigil, prayers to Halav and all his healing to the group, Ludo moved over to him. “Maruc let me carry your pack to give you time to have get your breath back”.

Feldard kept his crossbow at the ready, watching the gnoll war party get closer and closer. “We need to slow them down, or pick up our pace somehow,” the dwarf huffed, tired and weary after a near sleepless night.

It was hilly terrain. The Foamfire river flowed to the party’s left, and with mountains a couple miles to the right, they headed north toward what would presumably be a gorge or pass where the river flows down from the mountain. Feldard searched for any means of causing a rock slide, avalanche or anything that could slow the gnolls’ chase, but he did not find any.

Maruc smiled at Ludo’s generous offer. “No my friend, I am not so weary as to burden you. I might even suggest that you’d be better placed to fool the pack away into the hills?” The priest thought about it. “Perhaps not, if these creatures are related to dogs they could follow us by scent. We would have to cross the river for any meaningful attempt to loose them.”

Miklos was missing his creature comforts. A dry soft bed for one. He didn’t like the idea of getting wet in the river either, but given the choice of that or another fight he might well get wet. “What does everyone think? Perhaps we could cross the river to see if we can delay the pursuit?”

“Nay, Miklos,” answered Hasan, still groggy from the night’s too-short sleep. “The river is swift, angry almost. We cannot cross. Did you not argue last night that we could beat the dogmen to that pass ahead? Let us not despair. We will find our redoubt there.” The elf stood and shouldered his pack wearily. He trudged forward, nibbling another dried apple, one of the last from Sukiskyn. “Let us away with speed,” the elf admonished, but his own pace was faltering.

The dwarf just grunted as they pressed on. “Miklos, as much as I hate to say it.. I hope you got more of those web spells at the ready should we fall behind in our pace.” And then to help keep everyone moving, Feldard began to sing out in his off key voice a dwarven march.

Upon hearing Feldard’s singing, Ludo cringed and instinctively lengthened his stride, whispering to Miklos, “I wish you could use your web spell to muzzle him”.

Miklos laughed. “Indeed Ludo!”

The foothills grew more lofty as the path began its assent into the high pass. The mist began to part to reveal the crystal blue sky and the frost rimed teeth of the black peak mountains.

Miklos rummaged in his pack for his warmer robe.

Stephan kept quiet and trudged on with the party. Hasan maintained the group at a furious pace; barely allowing time for water. During a brief pause in the march, Stephan spied their pursuers. “If they are like dogs, maybe they’ll stop the chase once they have run us off their property.”

At the head of the march, Hasan was the first to spot them, then Ludo shortly after. About 100 yards ahead, the glint of armor gave them away. A dozen gnolls lay in wait for them, trying to conceal themselves for an ambush, spears at the ready.



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9 responses to “Dogged Pursuit

  1. 10:30am, Soladain, the 11th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Clear, dry, warm.

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

    Maruc: 27,785/48000
    Miklos: 27,660/40000
    Feldard: 28,145/34000
    Hasan: 27,175/32000
    Stephan: 27,255/32000
    Ludo: 26,895/40,000

  2. Ludo

    Ludo drew an arrow to his bow and aiming at the closest clearest target he could see released his arrow. The Gnolls were clearly out of spear thowing range so he continued to shoot arrows at any Gnoll that he could see..

  3. Feldard

    Hearing the twang of an bow, Feldard – who was watching more behind that in front – turned just in time to avoid bumping into a stopped Miklos.
    “What’s going on? We don’t have time to dilly-dally.”

    The dwarf peered ahead, glimpsing through the travel weary party, the gnoll ambush. His shoulders slumped a bit at the sight of them. “That river crossing is looking better and better.”

    Feldard stepped off tot the side so that he had an unobstructived shot towards the gnolls and let loose his bolt. He immediately began reloading, glancing behind to check on the approach of the main war party behind. This could get ugly.

    (I am assuming that we moved onwards into bow range – 100 yds is a bit much if I recall)

  4. Feldard

    (spelling error s “watching more behind than in front” “Feldard stepped off to the side”)

  5. Stephan

    Seeing that Ludo was taking action, Stephan joined in sending a volley of arrows. He too felt an unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach.

    As went through the motions of loading, aiming firing, he muttered to his companions, “I have no regrets…falling in with you comrades. We’ve done some good things. You have enriched my life….I hope I have done a little for yours…”

  6. Hasan

    “Charge!” hollered Hasan, breaking into a sprint. “We have to draw them out for Miklos! We can’t deal with them one-by-one.” The elf screamed a wrath he didn’t quite feel.

  7. miklosdostevar

    The mage edged off to one side. The flurry of bolts and arrows struck home and he could hear the wolf – cries of consternation arising from the their would be ambushers. They were poorly armed for a ranged combat and the bushes offered little protection from the speeding shafts. They had little choice but to meet the elf’s headlong charge.

    The wild glint in their eyes shone as they leapt and bounded down the track slack jawed and growling obscenities, but something was wrong. The lead gnoll’s legs gave way and he crashed into the ground, before they could stop themselves the two behind tripped over him and fell unconscious. The next avoided the growing pile and fainted in mid leap. The charge faulted.

    Miklos turned to Maruc. “I thought the sleep incantation would have got more. They must be resistant.”

  8. Maruc

    Maruc shrugged, “Nevermind, time to help out I think.”

    His armour clanked as he jogged to catch up with Feldard. His mace in hand he joined the fray.

  9. Ludo

    As Ludo released his arrows at the targets before him, he could not help but be worried, these Gnolls were slowing the their progress towards the mountain pass and the pursuing Gnolls coming up the trail would he was sure be redoubling their efforts to catch the group up. He yelled to the Feldard and Hasan “we must finish these Gnolls off quickly – their friends are not far behind us”!

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