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.
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.
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.
Ludo struck again. The first attempt to stun the humanoid didn’t quite work, but the second attempt did. It crumpled to the ground, Ludo quickly searched the creature for any valuables and looked around to see where else he could strike.
“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.
Desperate to stop the fight with minimal bloodshed Miklos cast again to reduce more combatants into unconsciousness.
This time his spell had greater effect as all the remaining combatants, Traldar and Hutaakan alike, passed out from the enchantment.
It was so strange how the loud sounds of battle were now instantly replaced by the stillness of the valley. The six travelers looked about. Three of the Hutaakans were dead and so was one of the Traldar and along with one of their footpad lizards. Everyone else was sleeping, knocked unconscious..or floating high in the air.