Tall asks Dol Arrah for guidance and listens again.
"In not certain but I think those small folk that attacked us earlier are still on our trail. At least in this swamp their mobility will be reduced. This will probably turn into another fight as I doubt we can escape detection with a large animated t-Rex skeleton." Strangely, there isn't any malice in his voice when talking about Wultram's creation. It is merely a facial statement. Tal concentrates on the life force of his companions to link them to his.
Ashshar
'...Short lived and easily removed are those that would argue with a rolling boulder.'
Impressive. Ashshar could barely pace Cole, matching his level of destruction was now out of reach. The greatsword was transferred to their off-hand, and the javelin thrown again.
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The voices are relatively distant and do not seem to be getting any closer.
Ashshar's javelin fails to drink blood, and the dolgrims surge forward again to attack Cole.
"Against a enemy of unknown strength? It would be better to scout them quietly and find their flank and numbers before committing to a fight."
Nalverren moves to Y15 and directs his flaming sphere to AD16.
"We should hurry onward," Teprin calls out as he follows the group forward, "usually dolgrims moving like this are driven up by something else below. Something from the depths of Khyber."
Nalverren rolls his ball of flame into the midst of the massing dolgrims. They scatter to avoid the heat.
"Avoiding unnecessary bloodshed would be good but they may not take kindly to us having killed some of their number already. Running away is getting tiresome. I say we finish this one way or another. Rehil, do you think you can get a count of their numbers without being seen so we aren't totally blind? I would come with you but I am not nearly as skilled as you at not being seen."
".I can. Make yourselves ready."
Rehil checks his knife, sword, and arrows. He leaves his pack hanging on one of Trexxie's vertebral spurs above the ribcage. Bow in hand he steps into the muck to begin his sweep.
+2 v traps
As Rehil watches from concealment, he suddenly feels something large crawling on his body and starts involuntarily, accidentally kicking away the snake that was taking up residence in his trouser leg. It lands in the water with a small splash and swims away through the swamp in sinuous ripples. One of the hunters looks up in Rehil's direction, frowns and then shouts, pointing at Rehil hiding amongst the weeds.
The halflings wheel their mounts.
Vaard and his Elemental strike!
Burning Hands - - Reflex save DC 15.
Vaard will direct his remaining elemental against the Horde.
Fire Elemental Attack - Slam Attack
Damage - Reflex save DC 11 or Burn for more fire damage.
Looking back over his shoulder, Rehil notices the halflings fleeing. He stops momentarily and looks around for something more threatening than himself. Seeing nothing he begins to move quickly back toward his companions.
Tal and Wultram meet Rehil on the cypress-cloaked mound coming back in their direction. Rehil comes through the trees to find the tyrannosaus skeleton looming above him disconcertingly, Wultram and Tal close behind.
Cole moves inexorably forward, a thing of violent momentum.
“Be ready!” He bellows, “If they break, we need to get topside and warn that a threat might follow quickly!”
Rehil splashes forward the last bit. "Three mounted halfling scouts. They ran away instead of attacking me. No doubt getting more troops. Looks like we're using your plan now, Wultram."
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Ashshar
'...no place for admiration in a battle. Only focus.'
Now that they had caught up to Cole, they could at least keep pace with him, though there was no way that they could expect to keep up with the amount of harm they were causing. As before, there was little to hurt, following in his wake.
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Rehil spots a few reasonably defensible hillocks. However, Wultram exhortation simply echoes through the trees, with silence the only response.
"Let's move. If they try to track me back here, maybe we can slip past them."
Nalverren moves to AA15, drawing a flask as he does so and throwing it to AF15.
Teprin holds his position.
What Cole's mighty blows started, Nalverren's acid and flaming sphere completes. The last few dolgrims scatter and retreat back into the deeps.
Cole pivots left and right, giving threatening half-swings at the retreating dolgrims as his war engine slows to silence. When it's clear the threat has passed — for now — he looks over at Teprin.
"You said something may follow. Do we need to hurry up and warn the town?"
Tal nods in agreement with Rehil. "We'll be right behind you."
"Let's get out of here."