Pandin moves forward a brown blur, spear lancing out and stabbing into the cat's side. Blood flies and with a pained roar the cat turns and attempts to tear into Pandin, teeth and claws raking out but missing. The second cat, seeing it's mate being surrounded, springs away from the other stranger and tries bite into Lain's thigh, teeth clamping down on nothing but air. The Aiel seem to flit away, always outside their reach.
Graul, focused and determined, uses Pandin's feint to put his own spear into the great cat. Lain, distracted by the oncoming cat from his flank, missed his target, his spear stabbing wide.
Jasmine and Jed, hearing the sounds of combat clearly coming through the trees, begins hustling through the woods, hoping to come to their companion's aid in time.
Pandin leaps back into the fray with his spear ready to strike.
If hit:
Pandin's spear strikes true into the shoulder of the large cat. The cat roars out in pain and swipes back at the ever elusive Aielman.
The wounded cat will Bite at Pandin and claw twice at Graul. The second cat will claw/claw/bite at Lain.
Graul's eyes widen as the mountain cat claws him, his calm slipping away like sand between his fingers.
No!
Attack:
Damage:
Jed continues to press forward, hearing the sounds of battle ahead.
Jed continues to press forward, hearing the sounds of battle ahead.
Jasmine was moving up with Jed. Let me know when I can see the battle.
Pandin stabbed out again, taking the cat in the ribs. It roared in pain but it's eyes had trouble focusing, the loss of blood starting to show it's effects. Even so, it wasn't enough to stop it from raking it's claws across Graul's chest. Clutching his chest, it was all Graul could do not to drop his spear, now slick with blood. Lain dodged the second cat's attacks but turned his ankle doing so, nearly laying himself out before catching his balance, tryning to keep his buckler between him and it.
Jasmine, Jed and Easop burst through the last line of the trees, seeing before them a scene of violence, wounded animals and Aiel circling alike. Two other men were slowly picking themselves up, attempting to find an opportunity to help but clearly a little uneasy at seeing three veiled Aiel coming to their aid.
Jasmine will attempt to draw deeper on the source than normal and pick one of the cats up into the air with one power
Jed bursts through the trees and takes stock of the scene before him, looking around to make sure there are no hidden enemies. Cats? I thought we'd be fighting bandits...
Jed rushes directly to the cat that is somehow being held in the air. Light! How is that happening? Is Jasmine doing that? He charges the cat and takes a rather weak strike with his longsword.
Jasmine will attempt to draw deeper on the source than normal and pick one of the cats up into the air with one power
Jasmine will attempt to draw deeper on the source than normal and pick one of the cats up into the air with one power
Pandin will dance to the other side and attempt to finish off the injured cat.
If hit:
Graul stabs out at the mountain cat.
Attack:
Damage:
Lain dodges nimbly away from the large Cat, his face screwing up with concentration. With a laugh he shouts to the others. "This is a fine little dance we have going. Anyone sing us a song?"
Growling maliciously, Lain dodges in, towards the mountain cat, positioning himself across from the Andoran, and stabs with his spear.
As the spear slams home, Lain grins darkly above his veil. "Jed al'Raes, I thought you were going to run with us. I am glad you did not. Your dancing is perfectly timed. Thank you!"
The wounded cat will strike feebly at Pandin and Graul, biting at Graul and claw/claw at Pandin. The second, healthy cat will claw/claw at Jed and bite at Lain.
Jed raced in, sword at the ready and plunged it into the cat's flanks. Pandin, trying to avoid the razor sharp claws missed his swing and his spear met only dirt. The two cats, fighting for their lives, lashed out visciously against the four men yet only one of them was able to connect, it's teeth sinking deeply into Graul's leg.
Bursting through the trees, the power rushing through her, Jasmine caught one of the cats in flows of Air and to the astonishment of the others, the cat started to levitate into the air. Lain, not missing an opportunity, stabbed his spear into the floating cat's side, blood dripping onto the ground below.
Eyes focused, Graul bit back his yell at the pain in his leg and stabbed his spear down into the cat's neck severing it's spine. It slumped lifeless to his feet, the light fading from it's eyes.
Easop, standing on the edge of the trees, was scribbling furiously into a large book that was dwarfed by his huge hands.
With the large cat being suspended in the air as well as distracted by Lain, Jed finds himself in a strong position to strike. He times his shot perfectly, piercing the animal's flesh and stabbing it in a vital area.
Graul stumples, the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears.
Burn! Burn them all!
His concentration shatters like a fragil glass figurine under a blacksmith's hammer. The source floods in sweeping away the pain of his wounds, leaving only fire and the need to burn.
Finally pulling his nose out of his journal, Easop realizes his new companions might really be in danger. then he sees the blood flowing, and finds the unusual feeling that must be anger enter his body.
"Hey those are my friends". The Ogier yells in his loud rumbling voice. He drops his Journal to the ground, and moves forward his Walking Staff at ready".
Pandin says,"I rather like this little dance..."
He then jumps over the dead cat and moves toward the cat suspended in air.
If hit:
Grimly Lain lashes out, plunging his spear deep in to the Mountain Cats flank, before tearing it free in a huge spray of blood, drenching himself in the foul sticky liquid.
"I fear I will need the sweat tents after this!"
The cat will flail in the air, striking out at the three men attacking it. Jed/Pandin/Lain, Bite/claw/claw respectively.
Filled with the one power, Graul watches the second mountain cat die then turns his attention to the two armored wetlanders.
Nooo! They have not done anything wrong yet, I must not lose control!
Pandin sensing the end is near for the cat strikes out again.
If hit:
Pandin sensing the end is near for the cat strikes out again.
1d20+8
If hit:
1d6+4
Lain's spear slices through the cat's throat and it hangs limply in the air. With the fighting at an end, Jasmine stops her weaving, lowering the cat gently back to the ground.
The two men who were attacked slowly sheathe their weapons, eyes trained on the veiled Aiel in front of them. Unlike the fear in the villagers' eyes, there is only wary caution from these two. After a moment their hands leave their weapons and they turn to Jasmine. Both men are dressed in strange armor and their long hair is tied into a single top-knot on top of their heads.
Both men bow their heads deeply. Thanks to the light that you arrived when you did Aes Sedai. We were in a right hard place we were. Name's Vanir and this is Hurin. Were it not for you and your companions, we'd have been dead.
Pandin slowly lowers his spear and begins to lower his veil. Pandin will circle around the area looking for tracks of the bandits and keeping an eye out for trouble.
Survival:
Perception:
Then when he gets back to the rest of the group he looks at Lain,"Sweat tents sound like an excellent idea Brother. Perhaps our Wetlander friends would join?"
Lain lowers his veil slowly, staring between the two men with a weighing look. He crouches, pulling his knife from his belt, before beginning to skin the large cat at his feet.
After a couple of minutes work, Lain stands up, his prize draped over one arm. He looks between the two men again and frowns. There was something... Strange about them. He could not place it. Shaking his head softly, he turned to look at the rest of his group.
Jed turns to Pandin and Graul, eager for an opportunity to learn more of Aiel culture. "Sweat tents? You'll have to tell me about them later. We don't have sweat tents here..."
Jed grimaces as he tries to ignore the pain in his left shoulder where one of the mountain cats bit him before he turns to the two odd men. Light, that hurts. I can't believe I let it bite me! I hope it wasn't rabid...
"Well met Vanir and Hurin." Jed extends his arm for a friendly shake. "I am glad to have been of some help. Are you hurt?"
The men both look at each other rather sheepishly, Vanir shaking his head. Nothing injured but our pride sir. We stopped at the pond to get ourselves some water and those damned cats jumped us. Serves us right, letting our guard down that much that they could. Thankfully it wasn't more than a moment before you folks arived. Our thanks again.
Almost to the battle scene, his Quarterstaff raised high, Easop quickly lets his rage fade, when he sees the situation well in hand. He then remembers he dropped his journal roughly on the ground, and rushes to retrieve it straightening out the pages as he rejoins the group.
"Hello there". "I am called Easop".
The two men bow at the waist to Easop, hands to the hilts of their weapons. May Peace favor you, Honored Builder. May you know the joy of the stedding again soon.
Jasmine curtsies to the to Shienarans. You honor me, but I am not yet Aes Sedai. I am happy nonetheless to have been able to aid you both. Jasmine looks around to see to any wounded. She will go to whomever seems worst off.
Jed nods to the two men. "I'm glad to see you are not hurt." Jasmine might notice that Jed is sporting a rather nasty bite on his shoulder, but is trying to be stoic about it, not mentioning it to anyone yet.
Jed take off your shirt please. She colors a little bit as she says it before hastily adding, So I can see your wound more clearly! Moving her hands over the wound she takes your head between her hands and you feel as if you have been doused with ice water before a burning sensation goes through the affected area, the wounds knitting closed.
Jed also colors at Jasmine's blunt statement before she clarified her reasons. He reluctantly removes his shirt, nervous about what Jasmine intends to do but unwilling to offend her, and cringes at the wound he received. It was worse than he thought! Light, no wonder it hurts so much!
As Jasmine takes his head in her hands, the nervousness bubbles up inside of him. He'd never been touched with magic before, though he had seen it done once in Caemlyn. It was miraculous how Healing managed to work without leaving much evidence of a wound at all, as long as it is tended to right away. While Jed is distracted by his musings a sudden shock overcomes him, as if he has been doused with ice water. Then his shoulder begins to burn, followed by an already noticeable difference in the amount of pain he feels.
"Thank you, Jasmine. Feels better already!" Light, I sound like a bloody fool...
Graul struggles, but is finaly able to regain his concentration and release sadir.
Light! It gets harder to let go each time.
He pulls down his veil and looks at his injuries.