No Time To Dilly-Dally

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 throwing range, so he continued to shoot arrows at any Gnoll that he could see..

Hearing the twang of an bow, Feldard, who was watching more behind than 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.

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…”

“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.

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.”

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.

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!”

The groups faced off. There was Hasan, Feldard, Stephan and Maruc facing off against ten gnolls. Ludo was close by, trying to pick off the gnolls with his bow. Miklos also stood back from the melee, trying to decide whether to cast more spells now, or save them for later.

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7 responses to “No Time To Dilly-Dally

  1. 10:31am, Soladain, the 11th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Clear, dry, warm.

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

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 27,795/48000
    Miklos: 27,680/40000
    Feldard: 28,160/34000
    Hasan: 27,190/32000
    Stephan: 27,270/32000
    Ludo: 26,905/40,000

  2. Stephan fired his arrows, including the two enchanted, until the last moment. Then, casting the bow aside, he readied his shield and sword and engaged the gnolls. Once again, and in a significantly weakened condition, he faced the slathering, hate-filled face of a Death’s Head Gnoll.

  3. Feldard fired off his second bolt then switch weapons to his battleaxe to join in the charge. He was glad to see that Miklos had taken out some of the gnolls.. but would it be enough?

    With no time to consider the consequence if it were not, Feldard swung out with his heavy axe blade at the first gnoll in range.

    (I’m no good at writing battle attacks – feel free to improvise/ adlib with Feldard)

  4. Ludo

    Ludo let fly with his arrow and reached for another, but the range had closed and with a general melee developing it became too difficult to distinguise between friend and foe. He stood by to provide close support to Miklos, should any of the dogmen break through the battleline that Feldard and Stephan had made. He glanced at Miklos, “I think another spell of slumber would come in handy, we have to even the odds a bit more”.

  5. Maruc

    Maruc barrelled into the general melee beside Feldard. He detected a certain doubt in their ambushers, their attacked were less wild, more considered, well, as far as he could tell. There wasn’t the zealot fervour that gripped the gnolls whilst they were incited by their shaman. Their natural cunning and pack behaviour began to show in coordinated attacks and their advantage in numbers was beginning to tell. But fighting next to the iron-like dwarf was like riding a wave of elemental force, similar to one of Miklos’s summoned lighting storms. His axe rose and fell with grace and gore. Maruc spent more time guarding his flank than being particularly useful. Still, he managed to lay one low with a lucky strike that owed more to the magic within the mace than actual skill.

    A small knot of gnolls out flanked him, Maruc stretched his defence but they were well out of reach and he couldn’t leave Feldard’s flank exposed. A quick glance back saw them running at the mage.

    More fool them, thought Maruc as he ducked a claw swipe.

  6. miklosdostevar

    I’ll need to have a word about the concept of line of sight to my enthusiastic friends after this, thought Miklos. The small band of adventurers were swiftly being outflanked.

    Miklos waited for an opportunity, it didn’t take long in coming. He knew he’d made himself a target, in fact he was counting on it. Four brute gnolls came crashing toward him.

    The mage stood calmly in the face of the charge and exactly at the optimal distance he released the web spell he had prepared some moments before. He smiled with the same satisfaction as he had when he had downed all those bandits on the river all those months ago. Bound gnolls collapsed a few feet before him.

  7. hasan

    Hasan stood shoulder to shoulder with Stefan. The big human’s frame hulked over the elf, but the two swordsman worked well together even so. For all the ferocity of Hasan’s charge, the elf was cool now. Watching, waiting for the spears to poke, and bracing for impact, the elf held back until the last minute, when he saw an exposed wrist. The sword swinged through the air, a howl arose, and the wrist hit the ground, arm-encumbered no more. Hasan growled himself, and began to watch and wait again.

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