Islief and Amin stop dead in their tracks. They stare ahead, down the road and scan the area cautiously.
Part of Castaphan's cloak billows in the air as a small breeze picks up around him. It howls like a medium wind, ghost like in tone. The fabric begins to unravel and loosen from the Mage's shoulders. He seems to be wearing two cloaks or some kind of two toned material. The outer lair of his traveling clothes extends with the breeze and separates from him. The cloak quickly loses it's form, turning to a viscous fluid for a brief instant. It starts to leak from midair, then coagulates into a dark cloud-like mass. Now gaseous, it forms a roughly manlike figure and solidifies. IT has the color of a shadow. Like some animated piece of felt, it's hues are indigo, deep dark green and grey. It has a shapeless quality to it. It swiftly extends an appendage to the nearby corpse of an elf. The bodies of the fallen are still strewn about. The cloak thing, snatches a blade from the elf body. It's nothing fancy. It was overlooked in the darkness the night before. The living shadow, makes the wind howl sound again and brandishes the elf's blade. It temporarily takes on the appearance of the dead elf, then it's features soften again.
The shadow races up the road, stopping near Timur. It slows down and keeps a distance as if out of respect, or perhaps it doesn't want to cause concern to it's presumed allies. The elfin blade is poised to strike at any of the four nearby goblins.
Castaphan reaches down to the body of an elf also. He picks up a single piece of leather strap, then clasps it between his hands. He brings them up to his mouth and blows into them. A similar sound moans through the air as the one his cloak made, when it animated. Dark greenish grey smoke pours out of his hands as he exhales through them. The smoke expands in a circle around him, then tightens, hugging his form. It spreads over his surface and fades away. When he is done casting, he strides forward, casually pointing a loaded crossbow toward the fray ahead.
Goblin 4 & Goblin 2 shoot arrows at Solara.
One of the arrows careens off the paladins armor. The other misses.
Sigeweard glances toward the paladin, his eyes wince as the sound of the arrow echoes. He clutches his staff and runs toward the goblins. He also takes up a defensive position behind Timur.
Furnok also runs forward, just out of melee range.
Vanya draws her curved elven blade and holds it aloft. She once again chants in the haunting multi-vocal language. A chorus of sounds emerge from her thin berry colored lips. "రాత్రి ఆకాశాన్ని కుమార్తె , మీ దూరదృష్టి నన్ను కప్పి ఉంచే!"
Her spell calls forth a halo of moonlight that shimmers around her. Though the sun is rising close to the treetops now, Vanya softly emanates a pale lunar glow. The luminous shell doesn't dissipate as she begins to walk forward.
Timur grunts as sweat starts to bead upon his brow. He swings his Falchion from left to right into the goblin before him. The steel crunches through bone and sinew, leaving a red gash across the front of the humanoid. The goblin begins to fall in place as Timur's blade continues on to goblin number 1.
Timur's blade crashes into the next goblin. It doesn't break the skin but the goblin's body jerks upon the impact. It gnashes it's teeth at the barbarian as if it could reach him with a bite. Putrid saliva spray from it's mouth.
Goblin 1 drops it's bow( ) and draws it's blade( ). It jabs the blade at Timur.
The goblin's blade pokes bluntly into Timur's sternum. The Barbarian grunts at the impact. His eyes widen in fury as his nostrils flare. The goblin almost looks frightened by it's own swordsmanship. It's as if it suddenly realized it has made a terrible mistake.
Goblin 3 attacks Sigeweard with it's bow.
Spugnoir raises a hand and begins walking forward. He speaks through clenched teeth, some arcane phrase. " जादू मिसाइल"
A beam of bright red flashes from Spugnoirs outstretched hand. It concentrates into a fist sized sphere and rockets toward goblin 1. The orb hits the beast in the chest area. The goblin squeals like a piglet as steam and smoke erupt from it's torso.
Castaphans shadow creature spins it's new blade with the ease and skill of a juggler. It leans forward and seems to sneer at goblin 1. In mid spin, it slashes at the still smoking goblin.
Raluca's attack misses, but the goblin cringes in fear regardless.
Nomin moves forward as far as possible saving 5-10 feet of movement to duck into brush on the side of the road affording what cover it may. He draws his rapier as he moves. "Avenge the fallen!"
Solara runs ahead past the immediate fray and slings her bow across her back. She sprints to the furthest goblin
Islief runs close to the front line and squeezes his massive fists. He cranes his neck and the tendons pop as he flexes his shoulders. His eyes blaze, now that he is within reach of the battle.
Amin rushes alongside Islief but stops in the center of the road and draws his shortbow.
Castaphan levels his crossbow at the nearest Goblin. He shoots, advances and draws a bolt.
Goblin 4: drops its bow and draws a blade, attacking Solara.
Sigeweard loads a stone into his sling and spins it around, letting loose on Goblin 2.
Furnok draws his rapier and advances to the nearest goblin, attacking it.
Vanya advances 30'
Timur notices he is surrounded by potential allies. He probably doesn't have a vocabulary extensive enough to convey that. He spies Solara and figures she's outnumbered. For the sake of a challenge, he runs to her horse and vaults into the saddle.
Timur slides into the saddle and unstraps his lance. Solara's horse rears up on it's hind legs and prepares to run forward.
Goblin 1 retreats, running toward Solara. (Withdraws, no AoO. Speed x 2)
Goblin 3 Attacks Solara
Spugnoir runs up to a spot near Furnok. He scans the others and notes the distance he is from the clerics and the paladin.
Raluca continues to attack.
AS the battle shifts even further down the road, Nomin strategicly advances.