Death’s Head Dead

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.

Feldard fired off his second bolt then switch weapons to his battle axe 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.

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 distinguish between friend and foe. He stood by to provide close support to Miklos, should any of the dogmen break through the battle line 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”.

Maruc barreled 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 defense 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.

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 days ago. Bound gnolls collapsed a few feet before him.

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.

The gnolls’ numbers advantage had been eliminated by the mage’s spellcasting. Now the dogmen were outmatched, facing warriors with superior skill, armor and weaponry. Nevertheless, the dogmen fought ferociously, inflicting heavy wounds upon their enemies as they fought to their last.

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8 responses to “Death’s Head Dead

  1. Feldard -11hp
    Hasan -13hp
    Stephan -10hp
    Maruc -8hp

    10:35am, Soladain, the 11th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Clear, dry, warm.

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp+50xp
    Miklos: 10xp+50xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp+50xp
    Hasan: 10xp+50xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp+50xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp+50xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 27,865/48000
    Miklos: 27,740/40000
    Feldard: 28,230/34000
    Hasan: 27,250/32000
    Stephan: 27,340/32000
    Ludo: 26,975/40,000

  2. Maruc

    “Let us despoil these creatures of any valuables to tithe to the church.” Maruc said stepping over the corpses, “Then let us be on our way up the pass as swiftly as we may. perhaps we may get far enough ahead of the gnollish warband that they will give up on us.”

    After claiming what he could, Maruc turned to Hasan, “Forgive me, your wounds are severe, I’ll have no healing from Halav Incarnate until we rest. But I do not suggest we remain here. Let us pursue the path for another hour or two then camp for the night.”

    Maruc resumed his position in the line and continued in earnest toward the lofty peaks.

  3. miklosdostevar

    Miklos watched Feldard as he dispatched the remaining gnolls with a dispassionate professional nature. Miklos took the opportunity to see if any of the dead had maps of the pass, or any clues as to what might lie ahead.

    DM: if Miklos finds anything insert here

    Miklos agreed with Maruc than a swift pace was necessary and fell into line behind the armour clad priest.

  4. (Um just want to point out its 10:35 in the morning. It’ll be a long while before they camp for the night)

    Feldard checked to see if any of his two bolts were salvagable, then took up his rear guard position once more as the party set out once more. His view of the approaching warparty was not encouraging. “Our battle seems to have spurred on those behind us. We have to move quicker.” Yet one look at his companions, showed that their newest injuries were telling – they wouldn’t be able to keep up a quick pace for long.

  5. Stephan recovered what arrows he could. He was pleased to find both his enchanted arrows nicely plunged into the jugulars of two gnoll’s. But he lost four other arrows.

    Enervated further, Stephan trudged on with the party. The still distant pursuers provided a strange force to his legs that kept him moving at a decent pace although perhaps not to Feldard’s liking.

    “You are like a mountain goat, master dwarf. This rocky way seems to speed your legs.”

  6. Ludo

    Ludo quickly recovered what arrows he could from the thick hides of the dead Gnolls, he took note that after the recent combat that he had 12 arrows remaining and five of his six throwing daggers, having lost one in the first melee against the Gnolls.

    Tightning his straps of his backpack he scrambled towards the front of the party to catch up with Hasan, and fell in just behind the nimble Elf. Between breaths he spoke “another combat like that to slow us up will allow the pursuing Gnolls to catch up, then we will be in trouble, it will be curtains for all of us. Hasan step out the pace, we have a whole day in front of us and I feel that these Gnolls are not in mood to turn back unless they have blood”.

    Ludo wiped the sweat of his forehead and focused on the path ahead and tried to ignore the relentless pressure of the Gnolls pursuit.

  7. Maruc


    Opps wishing Maruc’s life away – just keen to get some more healing in ;O)

  8. hasan

    Hasan stumbled on the rocky road, and paused momentarily to remove another pebble from his boots. “The mountain itself is beginning to fight us,” the elf gasped heavily, still heavily favoring his left side, which had been torn apart by a gnollish spear. The elf tinkered with his bandages and saw new red join the old brown. He shook his head, looked back at the dust cloud arising where the gnolls paced on in the valley below, and step forward again.

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