Ryvin bows her head and closes her eyes in concentration. Her arms rise in front of her, palms down, then cross over her chest, hands against her shoulders. Flows of Air, Fire and Spirit spin around her and explode outward. The weave shapes itself into a dome over the group and solidifies - a shimmer visible only to those capable of seeing saidar.
Ryland frowns then pulls his bow as he stands next to the gardener. "Keep moving the wounded! Stagger our defenses as we move! Move in pairs and make them regret meeting us!"
"The wounded and those who cannot run continue moving, defenders use missile or power then move past the others like leap frog! They will overwhelm us if we stop!"
there appears to be a shallow saddle about 100 yards to the south. It is hard to tell because of the trees hiding the rest, but the features are there for a saddle.
Before the last of the Trollocs clear the underbrush, Amorial once again calls to the woodlands to aid in defense!
Entangle on the back end of the Trolloc Fist to (hopefully) cut their forces in half.
"No," Ryvin says, her voice eerily calm as she addresses Ryland. "They will not. I have just set up a barrier. With luck, most will not be able to get through. Attack the ones that can, first, then pick off the rest at your leisure."
Analin, concentrating as she is on building her wall of flames, seems to pay no attention to the oncoming trolloc horde. Her face a mask of Aes Sedai calm, she seems entirely unconcerned about the prospect they might soon be overrun.
Keelix takes a couple of steps forward, still in easy reach of Ryvin, and stabs his blade into the earth with a slight wince for the mistreatment of a fine weapon. He draws his bow and looses a shaft at the onrushing Trollocs, continuing to fire until they are close. He hangs the bow on a convenient branch and switches back to his greatsword.
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Seeing what Analin is weaving, Alathea holds saidar at the ready. "Protect Analin Sedai!" she calls, her voice sounding shrill with fear or strain. "Do not let the Trollocs interrupt her!" "And Light, let her finish before they are upon us," she prays.
Ryland begins firing his bow then moves towards the portal.
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Having given his arrows to the Aiel, Dengorin steeped up beside the Aes Sedai and behind the Ogier so that, should he fall, he could step into the gap to protect her. "Whatever you do be doing, Aes Sedai, I do hope you are able to be quick with it."
"If any of you can summon a wind, fan the flames in the direction of the trollocs."
Keelix takes a couple of steps forward, still in easy reach of Ryvin, and stabs his blade into the earth with a slight wince for the mistreatment of a fine weapon. He draws his bow and looses a shaft at the onrushing Trollocs, continuing to fire until they are close. He hangs the bow on a convenient branch and switches back to his greatsword.** spoiler omitted **
Keelix takes a couple of steps forward, still in easy reach of Ryvin, and readies himself to cut down any Trollocs that make it in reach.
the horde rushes closer upon the group. towards the northern edge, the woods snap to life, and branches, grasses, and vines all suddenly reach out and begin to entangle the onrushing trollocs.
rushing through the brush, the trollocs break free of the entanglements and continue on charging.
other trollocs to the south, unimpeded by the sudden overgrowth, rush head long.
rhoekk takes position in the middle of the trail. seeing that his foe is out of range for targeting, simply loosing it up into the air and letting it fall is better than nothing. he aims high and releases arrows into the sky.
for the most part, the arrows fall into trees or the ground, but the occasional arrow impacts a trolloc, causing a couple lightning bolts to fall from the sky, exploding trollocs into the air.
Ryland fires his as well. if he is having any impact upon the horde, he cannot tell, for there are soo many of them.
a few trollocs outdistance their bretheren, and are able to rush towards the humans. suddenly the slam head long into an invisible barrier, causing them to groan and moan and fall to the ground injured.
Amorial watches and waits for any who may break through.
As the Trollocs slam into the barrier, Dengorin lets out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. Keeping a careful eye on the Trollocs pounding at the barrier, Dengorin asked, "This do appear to be useful, Aes Sedai. Do we have a place that we do run to?"
trollocs begin to bunch up along the invisible dome barrier, spreading themselves out looking for an edge to exploit.
analin finishes building her wall, and with an explosion of flame, it comes to life. Trollocs caught up within the confalgaraiton are burnt to ashes within seconds of the flame walls creation, preventing them from screaming out in pain. those farther back, howerever, are not so lucky. the flames, while incredibly hot, are not hot enough to combust the trollocs into ash, but instead walking torches. they flail about, engulfed in flames, screaming loudly until they fall over dead.
rhoekk sends several more arrows into the horde, and striking a couple more, creates some holes in the line.
Amorial continues to scan the barrier for signs of any Trollocs that may find a way through.
"We should go. I can tie off the weave and leave the flames in place. Eventually they will come around it but soon the trees will catch fire and the whole forest will go up."
Alathea nods at Analin's suggestion. Pulling on Kodokura's hand, she starts to limp as quickly as her exhausted body can manage down the trail towards safety. "This place is lost to us, yes? Let us leave it behind."
trollocs continue to hurl their bodies at the unseen barrier that prevents them from their next meal. howling in frustration, they begin to hurl rocks and branches at the ward, only to fall silent as the objects pass through with ease. drawing out swords, they slowly push the blade into the field, and are amazed to see it pass through easily. but their amazement turns again to anger as their hand is stopped at the line.
Some begin to howl and fight amongst themselves, others begin to slowly slink back into the woods... but a couple more bright trollocs keep their eye on the prize. they begin to feel along the edge, slowly at first but finally running along. howling with joy, they call attention to themselves as the show the apex of the point and then shout loudly as it begins to narrow upon itself again. they wave and howl in their obscene language, and the stragglers begin to filter along, running their hands along the barrier as a physical means of knowing where the curve is.
soon enough, the one hundred trollocs are rounding the northern and southern most edge of the ward, converging on the opposite edge.
THe fire that analin created, its intense heat causes trees to burst into flames. these flames spread cinders and hot ash on the wind, a wind that whirls within this area, all over. wherever a glowling ember lands, smoke begins to grow. some spots it starts a branch on fire and within seconds the top half of the tree is a brilliant torch.
Watching as the Trollocs begin feeling along the edge of the barrier that was holding them back, Dengorin said, "I do believe the Aes Sedai speak truth. We must hurry, for it looks as though the Trollocs do intend to surround us."
"Fine, yes," Ryvin says. "Though we could probably blast them all to ash from in here... No, no, alright. Let's go."
Ryvin starts to run again...
Looking back over her shoulder, Alathea sees the trollocs edging around the boundaries of the ward. Pausing only long enough to weave, she conjures a roaring ball of fire to prevent their advance, then resumes her retreat.
a fireball leaps from alatheas hands and arcs in the sky like a pretty fire fly, only to land into the middle of the northern group of trollocs. It explodes about 10 feet above the ground, envoloping part of the group. flames consume the trollocs and several trees in the area, leaving behind flaming piles of carcass and trees. while not as intense as analins firewall, it is still enough to cause nearby trees to catch fire.
those trollocs that are close to the blast hold back a moment, avoiding the flames. a couple of harsh words are exchanged the group goes a little further north, around the fire ball before mirroring the direction the group is heading.
the group to the south, not hindered by a fireball, continues on running along, keeping pace with the hindered group.
"Yeah, no," Ryvin says when she spots the southern group. "No cutting ahead!" The Ebou Dari stops running for a moment and fixes the southern Trollocs with a fierce glare. A bead of flame leaps away from her, zips through the ward and detonates amid the running Shadowspawn.
Fiallain glances back at the others then at the trollocs and shakes her head grimly. We are not going to outrun them, and maybe not the fire either if we keep this up.
Despite these pleasant thoughts, she continues apace, keeping ahead of the those more winded even as she carries Merdrith. Four miles to go...
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analin cries out sharply
in surprise, everyone stops and looks at the medium sized aes sedai.
these look to be the simple trolloc, not those rare breeds that we were just exposed to earlier. She analin points to ryvin has provided us with protection. Look.
pointing at the outside, analin draws everyones attention to the trolloc horde.
they cannot get in. if they could, they would have done so. at this moment, we are safe. Remember, all trollocs are cowards when alone, unless they are hungry. they only have courage so long as they have other trollocs backing them up. If we hit them hard enough, we can force them to flee.
"Thought so when they slammed into the ward," Ryvin says, a smile growing on her face. "Ladies and gentleman... "
Again, the Ebou Dari hurls a Fireball in the southern Trollocs' midst.
Rhoekk runs along with his comrades, serving as something of a rear guard. He runs for a hundred paces , before pulling up hard, turning around and loosing a barrage of arrows at the outlying trollocs, and then repeating the process again.
As before, he keeps a special eye out for an eyeless; taking down a fade linked to a group of these beasts might allow them to turn the tide, and drive back those not killed with the monster.
To his companions he calls, "We are unlikely to escape at this pace. The enemy has too much time to maneuver around us, or to delay us until they come up with a new strategy, set up an ambush, or retrieve an ally that can penetrate this barrier. We need to consider other options."
"There is a draw up ahead between two peaks, with a saddle spanning the middle. We could possibly use the draw to narrow the trolloc's angle of attack; hole up there until those with the power are rested enough to allow us to travel, or destroy these fists..."
"Nah," Ryvin says. "Keep 'em scattered, keep the groups small. They'll break sooner if we get them scared, and they have courage in numbers."
Amorial takes his direction from the Aes Sedai as he does not wish to wander outside of the Ward that has been placed around the group.
howling in rage, the trollocs continue to move along the edge of the ward, slapping and probing.
One inquisitive trolloc picks up a stone and hurls it at the ward border, mostly in rage, but with a dash of intrigue. He howls in surprise as his rock flies through, landing 20 feet from him. roaring at others, he begins to make wild gestures and begins to give instructions.
الذهاب فروع رمي بالنار في هذا المجال. حرق بها
Go throw branches with fire into this area. Burn them out
"Give me the lead." Fia says in a flat tone to Merdrith. When she has control, Fia rapidly weaves together air, spirit, and water into a knot of razor sharp strands which she sends into the gesticulating trolloc. With a twist of her wrist, the knot explodes outward, popping bones from their sockets, ripping through the trolloc's flesh and sending a fountain of blood over its companions.
"They're going to throw in burning branches and try to smoke us out!" Ryvin shouts. "If any of you know ways to control the wind, set up a current away from us!"
Alathea shakes her head grimly at Ryvin's request. Unable to do as the woman suggests, she instead weaves another fireball and hurls it into the midst of the trollocs. "If this must be a war of attrition, then so be it."