The group find a suitable tree and the skeleton clambers up.
Cole’s warcry bellows forth as his warmaul crashes through the dogrims in wide, sweeping arcs.
Rehil mucks around looking for the dagger he threw.
Ashshar
"...even the strongest group will give way or break before the boulder."
Cole broke the way, and Ashshar went in to fill the space he was making, his sword sweeping out to catch any of the creatures that were out of place.
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Cole hews about him left and right, crushing bodies and flinging other into the air. The first wave of dolgrims breaks in terror, but more are rampaging down the path.
Ashshar
'...the pleasure of success was not shared by Harask, whose axes remained polished...'
Again, his swings met air, as Cole dealt with yet another horde. Not a single swing of his sword was satisfying, and the frustration was demonstrated by a snap at the air. Not wanting to be left out, shift of his stance put him lower to the ground, and he raced further ahead to draw blood before Cole eliminated those as well. The sharpened enchanted javelin of dragon turtle bone was drawn as he ran, the great sword being held in his off hand, and hurled into the fleeing group. It returned to his hand seconds after it struck, and he was pleased to have it return with the scent of blood.
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Rehil finds his dagger lying on a tussock.
The skeleton reports back that the marshy area is about a mile across.
Nalverren drops a Flaming Sphere (DC 16 Reflex) at Z16 before he slowly walks to O20
Rehil retrieves his dagger, wipes it and his sword clean and returns them to their sheathes. While waiting for skellie to climb back down, the elf hoists himself into the Trex's ribcage and stretches out for a quick nap.
Teprin moves cautiously up towards the fight, keeping himself between the dolgrims and the spell-casting human.
Vaard will direct his remaining elemental against the Horde then summon another to fight alongside it.
Fire Elemental - Slam Attack
Damage -
Fire Elemental - Slam Attack
Damage -
Cole's momentum carries him forward, and his massive hammer crashes down in yet another group of dolgrims.
Upon hearing word that the skeleton didn't detect any threats, Tal finally relaxes a bit and finds a dry spot to stow his pack. Even though he doesn't need sleep he looks quite weary.
Ashshar
'...If they fear the pain before it arrives, they will also fear its bearer.'
At the edges of the group with Cole, Ashshar swung again, the swing more indiscriminate than aimed.
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Cole smashes more dolgrims to paste. Ashshar swings wildly, but cannot force the horde back. Meanwhile, the goblin-aberrations at the back scatter to avoid the orb of fire which has materialised in their midst.
Rehil settles into the chest cavity of the undead dinosaur. He finds it unsettlingly cold.
Rehil tosses within the ribcage. "Whatever you wish, Wultram. But I'd rather camp someplace dry."
He rises into a low crouch to detach the bedroll from his pack and wraps himself in it before reclining in the ribs again. Within a very few more moments he is tossing once more. He sits up muttering rolls the blankets up and fastens them to his pack. "Maybe I won't sleep inside the bones."
Nalverren will draw and throw a vial of flesh-eating acid at F16 and leave his flaming sphere in place to continue to try to burn the swarm.
Rehil casts his mind back. Sleeping in trees, waiting for the snakes to come. Those hadn't been very restful nights. This one probably wouldn't be either. He regrets the loss of those oh so civilized beds in Krezent.
He glances over at Tal. "Up we go."
Teprin holds his ground for th me time being, ready in case any dolgrims try to spill past the outlanders’ front line. He looks over at Nalverren, “I am unused to fighting such groups!” He yells as he wracks his brain to understand why these hordes might be rushing up towards the city.
"This isn't your first time sleeping in a tree? Sounds like you have had some interesting adventures before I came along. If you will allow me to meditate for an hour, I can watch for the rest of the time you two are sleeping."
Rehil shrugs. "Sure. Take the time you need. The skeleton's and I can watch meantime."
The elf's idea of watching appears to be some form of exercise because he draws his long curve blade and begins stepping carefully around a hummock while waving the graceful it. It doesn't particularly look like weapons practice; the movements are too slow and stylized.
After the requisite hour he seems satisfied and raises the sword to his brow before returning it to its sheath.
Burning Hands - .
The Horde disperses his first elemental and Vaard releases a gout of flame in response. Meanwhile, his second summoned creature continues its assault.
Vaard will direct his remaining elemental against the Horde then summon another to fight alongside it.
Fire Elemental - Slam Attack
Damage -
As Tal meditates and Rehil practices with his blade, he two skeletons provide eerie sentinel, and strange creatures call through the gloom.
Nalverren's spell continues to rage at the centre of the massed group of dolgrims, searing some of the creatures while others fling themselves from the path to avoid it. But the tide of stinking little bodies continues to press on the defenders.
If he were honest with himself, he chafed at the restraints of command, while recognizing the honour and the importance of his duties defending the city from the creatures of Khyber. But he preferred the ability to act on his own initiative. Perhaps it is a form of selfishness to head out by himself. This becomes all the more apparent as he hears the sounds of combat up ahead. Now he is alone, the only person available to provide aid, risking both himself, the guests - and perhaps the fortress above as well - should he fall.
He rounds a bend he sees the massed group of dolgrims on the path - and between him and the group of strangers who he had set off to find. Even alone, he saw he had little choice but to intervene - duty demanded it. And perhaps a pincer movement will help to break the horde...
The skeletal warrior nudges his master awake. "Voices."
“They are breaking!” Cole trumpets as his hammer continues cutting wide swaths through the dolgrims. “Be ready to press forward!”
Tal motions to Rehil and whispers, "Someone approaches." He then climbs a little higher in the tree to see where the voices are coming from.
Nalverren's acid attack makes the beasts screech in pain and anguish. Cole ploughs into their midst, his maul swinging and killing. The dolgrims scatter before him like chaff, but another group is ready to attack.