"Move it, people, move it!" Ryvin shouts.
Analin continues running toward the portal, heeding her own frequent suggestions.
Running down the trail, you hear something odd. turning to look back you see an Illianer running, looking the worst for wear. he face is tore up, large gashes and infected wounds criss cross his face and neck. who knows what else is wrong with him. his hair is matted to his head, the cause you shudder to think about. Trollocs do be right behind me! Whether you do run or fight, you cannot rest!" he bellows, his steps getting a bit more lethargic than your fresh legs.
To provide factual evidence to his statement, you see several larger trollocs burst out of the trees along side him and give chase. these trollocs appear to be a bit larger and leaner. They leap forward, swords swinging wildly as their arms pump.
One trolloc appears in the midst of the group momentarily. a full head taller than the others, you spot a veil upon his face, and three spear points appearing in the air before him as he runs.
a spear, the size of a longspear in human hands flys through the air and hits merdrith, piercing her thigh and pinning itself to the ground causing her to stumble next to dengorin.
as she falls to the ground, one of the larger trollocs rushes up on her, ready to kill her.
Growling with anger, Ryvin flings a weave at the lean Trolloc moving to kill Merdrith. Immediately, ice starts to grow on the creature's body... "Somebody grab her! Use the Power!"
Shouting out in frustration, Chen rushes back at the Trollocs with snarl. Stopping and attacking the front of the pack. Determined to push through to the veil wearing leader.
As the spear flashes past him and hits the woman nearest to him, he sees another of the women throw her hands up, shouting for someone to grab the fallen one. An Ogier with a sword charged the Trollocs pursuing him, his blade sweeping over his head. Fortune prick me, this lot do be mad. But I can no leave a woman to the likes of these beasts.
Pausing in his flight, he bent and, partially supporting the woman, moved her closer to the rest of her companions under the cover of the sword-swinging Ogier.
With a snarl, Keelix dashes forward through the fringe of the trees at the edge of the path, seemingly unhindered by the vegetation. His blade lashes out at the trolloc, trying to give the stranger and Merdrith cover to withdraw.
Amorial stops singing and begins calling out to the Forest asking for its help against these unnatural creatures.
Ryland continues to run past the second group and on towards the portal.
Against her own advice, seeing Merdrith go down makes Analin stop running. She channels thick strands of air to pick up the fallen Aes Sedai. "Someone pull her! I can't move her very quickly!"
Alathea lashes out with a fireball of her own, sending it hurling into the midst of the swarming trollocs.
Doing her best to keep up and channel at the same time, Alathea weaves cables of Air and wraps them around Merdrith. With a desperate yank, Alathea pulls the woman away from the attacking trolloc. She does not attempt to pull her all the way to where she stands, but only to pull her to safety...preferably behind Chen's whirlwind of steel.
That, and when Fia readied this action (and when I believe she would have cast it - if that is not so, let me know Rizzen), she was:
* At the rear of her group, with her group presumed to be running away,
* on the opposite side of the "portal group" from where she is depicted now - i.e. between them and the enemy and thus blocking arrow shots (as was the rest of her group)
* looking behind her at said enemy (who at the point of her declared readied action was described as a 'many feet coming from the direction of the fort) and likely not aware relief was approaching or nearby.
* Did tell her group to "Go!" as she was readying the action :P
* When she turns after weaving to continue running away and sees the other group (or sees Kodo in front of her glaring and pointing as if casting in the direction behind her, she would / will shout warning as to what she weaved.
So yeah, sorry if I'm being obtuse or ridiculously anal on details (I can get that way), or some combination of the two. At any rate, I'm thinking some more DM adjucation is called for.
dammit, was ninja'd by fia.
have a good trip!!!
Standing next to Alathea, and seeing her attention snap to the mass of trollocs charging out of the fort, Kodo resigns himself to not running yet. With a mere thought he sends another ball of fire towards the group at the back.
Rhoekk turns his bow towards the new group of Trollocs, drawing his next arrow with an almost absentminded grace. From the calm and steady set of his green eyes, you would think him as at ease here as a shooting targets on the lawn at Belltine. However, when his eyes alight upon the strangely clad and giant trolloc, an eyebrow quirks in something like surprise; not as in shock, but more like coming back to the hold and finding the people absent and the goats wearing cadin'sor and tending the crops.
The pause lasts the barest of an instant, but might have represented a surprisingly steady beat of his shots, had they been keeping time with this dance's particular tempo. A bare moment after that last beat however, the thrum of arrows resumes, in cadence with the missing beat. Seeing the dome fall into place over and around the trollocs, including the prize pig, he swivels to the left and rains his shots down on the trollocs there, picking out those along the periphery of the fiery explosion wrought by the man in the black coat.
charging up on the pinned aes sedai and her small group of friends, the trolloc suddenly begins to quiver and shake violently as a blue hue over takes its body. frost lines and icicles begin to form upon its body, slowing it down. bellowing in rage, a massive cone of frost erupts from its throat, showering everyone next to it with frozen spittle and phlem as it recovers from the chill that settled upon it.
chen rushes back towards the stuck aes sedai, and reaching over her, takes a massive gouge out of the trolloc. Normally blood and ichor would spray from such a vicious wound, but frost rims the sword as it is withdrawn, and the blood falls slowly to the ground in heavy sludge blobs.
Keelix moves along side the strange newcomer, and attacks the trolloc. His sword strike is perfect. the blade catches the trolloc in the mouth as it bellows in pain. a cut off yelp sounds suddenly from its mouth as the blade pierces the brainstem, killing the creature instantly. it falls to the ground in a heap.
seeing her friend and fellow aes sedai get hurt, analin steps back to get a better vantage point in all the chaos of melee. pinpointing her companion, she deftly weaves Air and begins to pick up and slide the wounded merdrith along on her back, the spear digging in and dragging behind her as merdrith slides.
Amorial, seeing an opening to hinder the trollocs, calls forth the trees and branches to stop them. limbs and weeds and vines reach out and grasp at trolloc limbs.
Fia, ever the valiant guardian to her friends and companions, stands with Merdrith. Reaching deep, and not trusting her skill with the spear, instead channels threads of air, and encapsles the area in front of her in an attempt to stop, or at least slow down, the trollocs. Strands thicker than her wrist merge together, forming an impenetrable barrier. where some of these larger trollocs stand, the weaves seem to flow around or melt away, leaving them unhindered. others, the weaves almost melt and then resolidify, forcing the trollocs to leap to safety. Unfortunately 3 trollocs are not so lucky, and are covered up by the heavy air.
Alathea, seizing upon an opportunity, hurls a massive fireball, not into the combatants, but up above in the air. the fireball explodes high in the air, but the flames shoot down and engulf the trollocs within the area of the hardened sphere. trapped within they can only burn in agony as the flames eat at their skin and clothing and armor. the hardness of the air prevents the sounds of their suffering from reaching yoru ears, but you know that the sound would be pleasant to hear. the other two trollocs simply suffocate in silence.
Seeing the fireball effect upon the near group, kodokura launches another one in the same position for the same effect.
rhoekk, seeing some of the trollocs survive the blasts, fires 5 arrows towards them, seeking to drop them. he targets each of the smaller ones and sends a lone arrow towards the largest trolloc with the odd caidan'sor outfit. the arrows strike true, unleashing 4 distinct lightning bolts to the ground. twitching his head to the side as he recounts the 4 blasts, rhoekk spots the odd trolloc holding his arrow in its hand. with deliberate slowness, it snaps the arrow.
Turning, the large trolloc runs back the way it came, leaving its companions laying on the ground, dead, and those trapped within the air to die a long slow death from suffocation...
took me 90 minutes to write the above....
"And now we run," Ryvin says, her expression grim as she looks at the spectacle of death. ""
Putting action to words, the Ebou Dari dashes down the trail, back towards the doorway...
[ /Darth Vader]
Supporting the injured woman, Dengorin ran in the direction of these others. He didn't know them, and they didn't know him, but they weren't Trollocs, and that was all the important thing to him. Still, he hoped they had a way out apart from running, or else they would end up fighting this army of Trollocs regardless.
With no immediate threats, Keelix swiftly cleans his blade and sheaths it. Then he turns to run, pausing to scoop Merdrith off the ground as he passes her, speaking to the assembled channelers as a group, "I have her, please release her from the Power." Trusting to Fia to watch his back, he concentrates on putting the shadowspawn behind him and heads for the portal tree.
Amorial thanks his plant brethren apologizing for not being able to do more for their plight he too turns and runs back towards the portal.
Rhoekk hesitates long enough for his companions to fall in beside him, and then he starts moving with them, covering their rear as they move.
Chen stares at the frost ridden Trolloc, Rhoekk stands beside him, as the rest of the party flees towards the portal.
"We should not let that thing leave here alive!" he shouts over the din of panicking Trollocs and burning forest.
His massive hands grip tight on the hilt of his blood soaked blade. "I shouldn't run." he thinks aloud.
He takes a light step forward. "I'll not abide that Shadow cursed being breathing on the morrow! Cover me!" he shouts to Rhoekk.
At a sprint, he charges the close and retreating aberration of an Trolloc.
Pausing in his flight, he bent and, partially supporting the woman, moved her closer to the rest of her companions under the cover of the sword-swinging Ogier.
Supporting the injured woman, Dengorin ran in the direction of these others.
Chen stares at the frost ridden Trolloc, Rhoekk stands beside him, as the rest of the party flees towards the portal.
"We should not let that thing leave here alive!" he shouts over the din of panicking Trollocs and burning forest.
His massive hands grip tight on the hilt of his blood soaked blade. "I shouldn't run." he thinks aloud.
He takes a light step forward. "I'll not abide that Shadow cursed being breathing on the morrow! Cover me!" he shouts to Rhoekk.
At a sprint, he charges the close and retreating aberration of an Trolloc.
[dice=Charge attack]1d20+17+2+2
[dice=Damage]2d8+21+2+2
Pausing in his flight, he bent and, partially supporting the woman, moved her closer to the rest of her companions under the cover of the sword-swinging Ogier.Supporting the injured woman, Dengorin ran in the direction of these others.
As the other man moved to take the injured woman, Dengorin was shocked to see his eyes were golden yellow, like a wolf's. Relinquishing his support of her, and somewhat uneased by the sight of the golden yellow eyes, he heard one of the Ogier shout that he was attacking the Trollocs. Turning, he shouted, "You can no stand against that many Trollocs! Turn and run!" Knowing he could likely move faster than the others with that fancy earring he'd found, he stopped running and drew his sword, ready to stand with the Ogier if need be.
As the other man moved to take the injured woman, Dengorin was shocked to see his eyes were golden yellow, like a wolf's. Relinquishing his support of her, and somewhat uneased by the sight of the golden yellow eyes, he heard one of the Ogier shout that he was attacking the Trollocs. Turning, he shouted, "You can no stand against that many Trollocs! Turn and run!" Knowing he could likely move faster than the...
When Dengorin turns back to the fight, Keelix slows for a moment, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. He is carrying their injured, however, and once again picks up speed, barely slowed by the woman he is carrying.
Alathea begins to flee to the portal with her companions, but Chen's word's hold her up. "He is right," she mutters, and turns away from the doorway. Weaving ropes of Air as thick as she can manage, she binds the strange trolloc in place for Chen.
As Keelix pauses in his movement, Rhoekk calls back to him, "Keelix Andren; or you, the one who flees," gesturing to Dengorin, "I need arrows. Lend me the aid of your quiver."
Pausing, Keelix slips the quiver off his back and hands it to the Aielman, "Use them well, Rhoekk."