Ve Ar Traldar! Ve Fight Vor Freedahm!

Maruc nodded to the others. “We shall see what they have to offer for explanation.”

Ludo shrugged his shoulders, “Thats if they are allowed the chance to talk.” Indicating the warriors with his thumb. “At least the tracks should be easy to follow.”

Hasan nodded his brief assent and grinned. Strange though it was, they were on a hunt for wild game. No circumstances were strange enough to emperil the elf prince’s confidence and pleasure at such a task. The elf strung his bow with shocking speed and moved forward into the party’s first rank.

The mage considered the options. Yes, they were putting themselves into the hands of degenerate warriors but they didn’t look much tougher than the bandits that they dealt with on the river all that time ago and they were now in a much better position to handle them. Miklos was still convinced that they wouldn’t be able to help in the search from an acedemic point of view but they might have an oral tradition which may hold some clues. Perhaps their village elders may be able to help? “Maruc is right, we must learn more before we can make any decision. But I for one promise no support without clear evidence.”

“Good, if we are all in agreement? Lead on, Warrior.” Maruc fell into step behind the guard.

“Ve ar Traldar! Ve fight vor freedahm!” shouted the lead rider. They set after the trail.

Feldard once more took up rear guard position, keeping alert, with his crossbow loaded. From this position he could also keep an eye on all of the riders.

Stephan fell in line but could not banish a strong feeling of wariness. Like Feldard, he readied his distance weapon for the march. Scanning the surroundings, he did not immediately see the evidence for ambush that the visceral part of his brain warned of. It was early in a day for such stress but such was the lot of the intrepid souls who by dint of circumstance, divine will or innate character were thrust upon a life of uncertain extremes.

The Traladaran reflected on the warrior’s rallying cry. Had he said ‘Traldar’? Their thick accents were a bit familiar, like something reminiscent of the old Traladaran gypsy dialect. Could it be these folk shared some distant heritage with his own people?

The tracks led into a shallow gulley. Stephan felt uneasy about this route, but the mounted warriors moved faster than the party could on foot, and thus were some distance ahead. Too late to caution them.

Thirsty for revenge, the Traldar warriors took little care to be covert in their movements. They had not travelled far when spears rained down on the warriors from behind some rocks above the gulley. A group of a dozen tall slender humanoid creatures with jackal-like heads emerged from their hiding spot. They looked exactly like the many ancient statues and relics that the adventurer’s had encountered along their journeys.

Two of the warriors were killed, impaled by enemy spears, and three others were wounded. “RAAAA!” shouted the leader. They quickly recovered and led their mounts up toward their attackers.



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8 responses to “Ve Ar Traldar! Ve Fight Vor Freedahm!

  1. 6:20am, Nytdain, the 16th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Humid, warm

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

    Maruc: 30,360/48000
    Miklos: 30,190/40000
    Feldard: 30,740/34000
    Hasan: 29,825/32000
    Stephan: 29,895/32000
    Ludo: 29,510/40,000

  2. Maruc instinctively raised his shield. “We are attacked!” He scrabbled for his mace and ran to one of the injured warriors to staunch his wounds.

  3. Stephan

    Stephan, still in a state of shock at the realization that he somehow shares a heritage with the lizard riders, faltered a bit in getting his bow ready. Seeing Maruc run to the aid of one of the wounded, he loosed his arrow to cover the priest.

    Running forward to take cover behind a boulder, he loosed another arrow. While his aim did not strike home, it did serve to harry the beastly jackal man now running forward in a snarling fury toward the Traldar. Stephan knelt behind a the rock and loosed several more arrows into the fray. He wondered if Miklos would unveil the tapestry map that seemed to have a powerful effect on all things jackal.

  4. Stephan

    “Traldar!” Stephan bellowed as he loosed one more arrow before hefting his sword and shield for hand-to-hand combat. Sprinting across the gravelly ground, he again shouted “Traldar!” as he engaged a slavering jackal-head whose eyes bore pure hate and fury.

  5. Feldard grimaced as the ambush decended on the riders ahead. These were the ones they were looking for… descendants of those who’d made the map. And now because of the stupid Traldars, his party had little choice but to defend themselves. Feldard took aim and fired off his crossbow – aiming for a leg. Maybe he could just maim one and they’d have someone to question. He managed to reload and fire off one more bolt before he had to resort to his axe.

  6. Hasan

    Hasan sighed on seeing Stephan charge bravely ahead. “Rash,” the elf complained to Miklos. “Stay here, we can bring them down from range.”. Hasan let two arrows fly into the melee, and saw that one struck home, lodging deep in the shoulder of their nearly-elegant foe. But Stephan and the ancient Traldar were still hard pressed. Hasan cast his levitate spell, trying to lift one of the attackers away from the combat.

  7. Ludo

    Moving around the flanks of the combat, Ludo came up behind one of the slender humanoid creatures and struck it down with the pommel of his sword hoping to stun the creature into unconiousness, they needed a prisoner, not corpses.

  8. miklosdostevar

    Miklos ducked back out of the line of fire, frustrated and angry. On the one hand his theory was proved, there were two warning factions, but he had hoped the Hukataans would have been more cerebral about it. Yet here they were proving themselves as vulgar as the Traldars. Perhaps he was foolish to think that they would be a peaceful conservative order of academics who fostered a wealth of knowledge. That they might find a library or university.
    He tried to focus on the situation, but it was running ahead of him. More death would cure nothing and they as yet did not know the facts around the start of this war.

    “We will not take sides Hasan. The Hukataans are simply attacking their enemy not us, we do not know who started this, I will not slay them and destroy any chance of their aid in finding what we seek. Although I shall defend us!”

    Miklos ducked across to the other side of the gully to get a better view, He knew the sleep incantation was indiscriminate which in this case was and advantage. He cast it into the general melee. This fight had to stop.

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