Ludo looked on in shock and awe as the two magnificent creatures flew towards the bridge.
His first instinct was to run, but he knew there would be no way he could out run these Griffons. Over the swirling wind he yelled “don’t run, stay together”. He quickly looped the end of the rope around under his arms and around his chest and tired a secure knot. Ludo figured that if the Griffons attacked and tried to carry him away he would it least stand a fighting chance of survival if his friends could hold onto him. He drew his sword and took up a defensive stance to meet any attack.
Feldard, from the other side of the bridge, watched as the two avian creatures flew overhead towards the bridge and his companions. He readied his crossbow but at the moment they were well beyond its reach. Without realizing, he moved back out onto the bridge, watching the griffons approach and waited with held breath as he took aim.
“Morndu!” Stephan called out. “They are nimble fliers,” he warned his comrades.
Stephan hunkered down with a tight grip on the rope. Through the chaotic wind he heard Ludo’s wise advice to not run. He echoed the wisdom, “Yes, don’t run. Stay still. They are attracted to movement.”
He tried to meld into the stonework of the bridge–without letting go the rope–to make himself as small a target as possible. Even so, his sword was unsheathed and ready to fend off any attack.
Hasan frowned as he saw the griffons speed forward. The party was separated and weak. He stayed on the high cliff wall and watched alone. The griffons were about 200 feet away but descending to within a longbow shot. The elf laid at his feet his longbow and the most precious arrow rescued from the hall of the goblin king. The elf was ready, but pacifistic.
Miklos flew to a point 15 feet above Maruc. One of the great beasts rushed toward them. “Speak to them, cleric; these are the great emblems of your order.”
Maruc swept his traveler’s cloak back, revealing the vestments of a cleric of Halav. The dark young man grew in his boots as he inhaled a great gulp of the mountain’s cool air. “Well met, great allies,” the priest’s voice boomed out. “We venture in quest, for the glory of Halav. We shall not tarry long on these great heights, that suit you better than us. Take your leave and know that we journey to end the Son’s of Darkness own quest against our Lord, that we may glory our Lord and elevate his reign. Adieu.” Maruc’s cloak and sacred vestments billowed in the winds.
The griffons heard the cleric’s words, but cared not. They were looking for food. Large mammals were best, but not humans, elves or dwarves. They had hoped the travelers would be on horseback, for equine meat was their favorite. The griffons continued their course, passing overhead. Their sharp caught sight of wild boar in the distance, that would do just fine.