Fuhr is ready for even the slightest movement.
Leila skips and bounces along the path after her taller companions. While she usually preferred to be up front, she recognized that it was probably better to let the warriors take that role in such hostile land. Nevertheless, she felt surprisingly focused and kept her eyes darting along the surrounding forest. Dazzle, the curious silver spotted arctic fox kept a steady pace with her.
Maqli turns around quickly at the sound of somethings leaping out of the brush, and fires an arrow at the one to the south, sidestepping to get a clear shot.
The halfling sweeps her sling-staff towards the lizard, but she is seemingly more interested in keeping it at distance then inflicting real harm. Her position shifts slightly, as to let either Fuhr or Kraull step up and flank the critter.
"Away with you!"
The half-orc Warrior takes a few steps to put him in range of the lizard-like monster and strikes with his greataxe and bite.
"These don't look like goblins." He astutely observes.
Hmph. Fools.Fuhr quickly steps aside, dodging some blows, and drew his trusty longspear, attempting to stab one in its shoulder.
Maqli moves around to get a clearer shot at the creature, firing another arrow at it.
Leila continues to furiously hammer the lizards muzzle to keep the creature at a distance, while also distracting it. *Boinkboinkboinkboink*
Kraull moves in to attack the next monster.
Oh no you don't!
Taking one hand off of his longspear, Fuhr took a small step forward as he pulled out another javelin. He clenched his fist, causing the tip to once again erupt into flames, and hurled it at the fleeing monster, only for his aim to be untrue yet again.
Maqli begins giving chase to the other creature and fires another arrow at it.
"I need to start carrying around a shield or something." Kraull considers as he checks out his various injuries.
Sighing with pain, he examines the tracks left on the trail.
"Hold still just a moment!"
The tiny halfling and her spotty fox dashes over to the imposing orc. Leila retrieves her pouch filled with various odds and ends - spell components - and sings a quick incantation. Her hand glows faintly blue and she touches one of the half-orcs many wounds and it starts to close.
"There! At-least a little bit better!" she chirps.
"That's a little better, thanks." Kraull says with a tusked smile to the little woman, "I wouldn't get hurt as much if this accursed axe would do its job better."
"Maybe all you need is a good-luck charm!" the halfling laughs, smiling. She retrieves a piece of string and a pair of feathers from her backpack, and scrutinizes the later for a moment. With a quick nod to herself she picks the larger one, a ruffled grey feather and ties it to the string and holds up for the half-orc to take. "There! Perhaps it will tip the scales!"
"Uh thanks, small one." The half-orc says with confused gratitude, as if he's not sure what to make of Leila, "I need all the help I can get. What does it do? Reverse curses?"
"It brings you good luck!" the halfling smiles. "You carry it to attract good luck spirits." She steps back and tilts her head to the side, her eyes wandering between the feather and the sizeable warrior. With a thoughtful expression she adds "You might need an even bigger charm since you are so big or -" *musical laughter* "- this might be more then necessary since you are so tall!"
"Alright! It's about time a shaman gave me something useful." He says with a dirty look to Blask, "I'll make sure you get an extra share of meat tonight, Leila."
"Is that magic?" Maqli asks without really looking to the token, focused on tracking.
"It is to call the good spirits." She grins mischievously. "So maybe!"
When she could, she tried to glance at the old shaman without him noticing. I hope he is not mad at me!
Blask thinks back to his own tribe. The young ones did the same thing, United before they exiled him. I suppose knowledge and wisdom of years means nothing. Sad really
"You guys have lots of problems with the uglies? They're more well grouped than I usually see." Kraull says while itching his chin thoughtfully, "We might be able to catch them if we hustle, or move at night."
He doesn't look happy ... Leila sighs. Ah well. Another day!
"We'll have to be careful not to just rush headlong into that many of them!"
"If we don't press ourselves, we'll probably not catch them. You two," Kraull points to Leila and Fuhr, "You were following them already, right? What do you think?"
"He is the tracker -" she points at Fuhr and smiles "- I just followed him around to have someone to talk to..."
Maqli looks up to the others. "There are a good number. I don't like the odds."
"Perhaps if we catch them at rest? Slay their sentries and fall back!" the halfling offers helpfully.
Kraull looks to Blask and Fuhr for their input.
Trying to take out the group of them would be near suicide I think. The only chance we have is to split their mass. I am out of sync with the earth, and will be no good unless I can recharge the bond.