The group of four can see Arakan running after them, pursued by mounted warriors.
Irivis rolls her eyes slightly at the all too familiar sight of Arakan pursued by a plan gone wrong.
Nature
The half-elf, knowing that he will be the first target as the rearmost runner, uses his natural graces to overcome whatever terrain-borne obstacles that may slow him. He deftly spins to avoid the small rises of sand, tucks and rolls while diving over the small boulder, to come back to a standing run.
Wow, Calla really sucks at everything non-social! Okay, I'll go with Perception to try and spot a route that is easier on foot than mounted. Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 12.
Calla sees Gramma bravely fighting the mul, giving her a little more time to escape. She knows that the image will haunt her forever. I'll make it worthwhile Gramma. I promise.
She tries to focus on the twisting route of the canyons ahead of her.
Though maybe I should've taken the do-over!
Calla sees Arakan closing on them quickly. At least there's someone who keeps coming back.
Sweat pours down into Irivis's eyes as her vision blurs.
Percp
Frowning at the predicament Gorad looks around to try and even up the odds.
"Speed up! Speed up and run damn-you-all-to-darkness-everlasting! Arakan, move those skinny legs. Irivis, hobble faster! Come on Jareen, Gorad, or do you want the pale ones to feast on our lives?"
Calla tries to motivate her companions to greater speed.
The group, with Arakan rapidly catching up from behind, nearly make it to the canyons. But then the two riders following Arakan whoop as they get close enough for battle.
init
L16 please.
"Arakan, everyone, get behind me and start clearing the bush. I'll hold them here."
The first rider urges his crodlu forward, leaning from his saddle as he tries to stab the fleeing Arakan in the back with his spear.
Two fully armed and armored warriors, mounted on war-beasts. Me, armed with wits, speed, and - at best - a fist sized rock. Where was the training for this scenario?"
Calla looks for a suitable rock, of a size to fit the hand and hopefully crack a skull.
As Gorad mutters to himself Sandswimmer materializes at M11.
Sandswimmer lashes out at the Rider
vs will
if hits Arakam gains 3 temp hps
Gorad's spirit fetch emerges from the sand and lashes at the rider. The man rears back, injured.
Calla leaps forward as Arakan is trampled beneath the claws of the first crodlu, and winces as the cruel barbed spear of the rider finds unprotected flesh.
She gathers her mental energies and lashes at the ground with both fists, sending rock and sand flying into the crodlu's face, trying to knock it prone.
Calla reaches out with her mind, and channels her rage and fear. The crodlu is knocked off its feet and on to its side, and the rider is pushed from the saddle and rolls away to avoid being crushed.
Jareen Concentrates on the Crodlu, forcing it to accept that it faces only two opponents.
Jareen concentrates.... And nothing seems to happen.
Arakan barely standing on his own two feet, propped up by the defensive posture adopted by Gorad's elemental, decides to regain his composure as he takes a step backwards further behind the creature. Contrary to what seems reasonable at the moment, Arakan decides to then proceed to mock the incoming rider, trying to get him to question his own ability. "You... shouldn't... attack.... or we're tougher than you." He manages to blurt out oddly, disoriented by the hit he suffered from the previous mount and rider. Shaking the cobwebs from his brain, he tries to move back amongst the safety of the others.
"Please tell me someone is clearing that brush out of our way!" Calla calls back over her shoulder, not looking round from the enemies in front of her.
The rider is unimpressed with Arakan's attempt to demoralise. He charges at Calla, spear levelled.
Stumbling around to look at the riders, Irivis curses with deep feeling and drives her rod into the sand. Sweat pours into her eyes and mars her aim as she staggers towards the thorny growth blocking their escape.
Calla is almost buried under the charging mass of the crodlu and rider, but as the dust clear she still stands strong and unbloodied.