War In The Valley

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.

Stephan, still in a state of shock at the realization that he somehow shared 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.

Feldard grimaced as the ambush descended 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.

The slender jackal-headed warriors switched to firing slingstones. The ambushers seemed content to engage from their high position, so the Traldar warriors sought to quickly charge upward and close the gap. Feldard would have to decide whether to continue with his crossbow, or switch to his axe and run up the side of the gulley.

“Traldar!” Stephan bellowed as he hefted 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.

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.

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!”

Maruc observed the force above, some of the warrior did not wield slings, but rather drew maces. Three of them held aloft symbols and engaged in the tell-tale chanting and gesturing of spellcasters. Not arcania like his friend Miklos, but rather the priestly intokement of the will of the Immortals. From his current vantage, he could just make out the symbol of their chosen patron, a star symbol with which he was not familiar.

As charged up the embankment, Stephan’s courage all of a sudden became overtaken by a sudden surge of fear. His instincts shouted at him to turn and run the other way. He gritted his teeth and tried to will away the fright, and just as suddenly as it had come now it was gone. He resumed his charge.

The Traldar were now within 20 feet of the Hutaakans. The oddly shaped Traldar with the overgrown chest and neck let loose with a shout so loud that it thundered into the enemy and echoed across the valley. It stunned the Hutaakans, causing them to lose their balance and concentration. They tried to regain their composure as they tossed aside their slings, and prepared to engage in hand-to-hand combat. The majority of the ‘mutts’ drew short swords, with a half dozen of them armed with maces. The Traldar all wielded crude hand axes and their lizard mounts bit at the humanoid enemy with large pointed teeth.

Miklos had 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 and knocked out four of the combatants, two from each side. This fight had to stop.

Hasan cast his levitate spell, lifting one of the attackers away from the combat. Jackal eyes went wide in amazement. They could not wonder long however, for the Traldar bloodlust was great and beyond distraction. Armed with crude hand axes, the Traldar fought with more skill, but the ‘mutts’ had superior equipment, making the two sides evenly matched.

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 unconsciousness, they needed a prisoner, not corpses.

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8 responses to “War In The Valley

  1. 6:21am, Nytdain, the 16th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Humid, warm

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

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 30,380/48000
    Miklos: 30,210/40000
    Feldard: 30,760/34000
    Hasan: 29,845/32000
    Stephan: 29,915/32000
    Ludo: 29,525/40,000

  2. Hasan

    “Again, Miklos,” encouraged Hasan. “Let’s finish this.” The elf rained arrows into the battle, more quickly than carefully. Hasan watched as the arrows wounded two of the apparent hutaaka … and one Traldar.

  3. Feldard continued to use his crossbow used mainly for covering fire and maiming, until the Hukataans were met in melee by the Traldars. Then the normally battle thirsty dwarf switched to his axe and moved forward to defend the priest, who was aiding the fallen Traldar. It was odd to see the dwarf not charging forward into pitched battle. But this war was not his and his goal presently was only to protect his own.

  4. miklosdostevar

    Desperate to stop the fight with minimal bloodshed Miklos cast again to reduce more combatants into unconsciousness. He had hoped for greater effectiveness.

  5. miklosdostevar

    Maruc pulled the unfortunate Traldar warrior into the lee of the gully, he seemed to be dazed but was not close to death. He glanced up toward the chanting priests. This didn’t look good. He had to buy some time. He quicly picked up a piece of broken rock and swiftly cast a silence spell on it. With a grunt of effort he threw it at the spellcasters.

  6. Stephan

    Stephan felt a surge of battle prowess take hold after shaking off the strange wave of fear. He soon discovered that it was the Hutaakan that seemed afraid to engage. The snarling canine-headed humanoid that initially confronted him fell back when it realized the woodsman was not cowering. He did not, however, seek to deliver any killing blows but instead sought only to keep the jackal-heads at bay.

    They were not afraid, however, to hurl spears and the like and Stephan soon found himself the focus of the attack. Using his shield for all it was worth, he realized that he stood out among the Traldar–reason enough for him to be a target.

    He reached in his armor and fumbled out the small Hutaakan statue he’d found years before. Holding it aloft, he shouted out the word associated with the statuette.
    [sorry, I don’t remember the word and it’s not in my char sheet. didn’t he know a word that animated the statue? If not, just remove the last paragraph from my post. Thanks.]

  7. Stephan

    [On second thought, if he does not know a word for the statue, just remove that portion of the post but keep the part describing him taking out the statue.]

  8. Ludo

    Ludo strick again, the first attempt to stun the humaniod didn’t quite work, but the second attempt did, it crumpeled to the ground, Ludo qucikly searched the creature for any valuables and looked around to see where else he could strike.

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