Greylan sweats and fumbles his incantation.
"Great fool, will tha' get back ont' feet reet now," bellows Healaugh as Ddraig collapses again.
"And stop wasting healing. Don't grow on trees tha' knowst."
"And tha can just stop clouting hapless dragons," he adds to the leader, backing away towards the tents.
Darvyl takes advantage of his superior mobility in the difficult terrain to get back-to-back with Nechtan, then executes a sweeping blow with his scourge, hitting the marine once more.
Nechtan singles out the leader for special attention and goes Krutne on him.
Healaugh looks on in approval as Nechtan explodes in a flurry of dancing blades.
"Grand lads, the Krutne. Canst see why they're champion raiders."
The leader of the raiders grins as he has found an opponent of similar fighting style and mettle to himself. Much of the force of Nechtan's blows is taken out by the leader's dodging and parries.
It seems to the Krutne that this man is able to shrug off wounds that might fell a lesser foe. [ooc]Regen 5
As if in answer the berseker snarls and smashes into Nechtan, felling the little Krutne, he then turns his attention to Darvyl but the young bravo dodges his furious assault.
"... on t'other hand, happen he's meeting match. Best do summat."
"Had quite enough of this. Reet lads. We're winning this one!"
The halfling's voice rises to a shout, and he punctuates his words with stabs of the air with his wand.
Stirring Shout (Will) v Leader (1d20 6=22, 2d6 5=10).
Healaugh obviously has irritated the berserker...
Illuskan
Darvyl attempts to draw the leader away from his flanking advantage on Nechtan.
Darvyl manages to make the savage warrior over-reach himself, and the man curses:
Illuskan
Darvyl laughs. Being surrounded by human enemies, he is in his element. Nothing like the singing tree.
"Sven is it? There'll be some name calling shortly."
"Now, Nechtan, will you get up? Try to not be hit so much will you?"
Ynyr blows some more magic dust at Nechtan to give him yet another healing surge with a bonus of: Extra healing. (1d6=4).
Then he throws his beloved dagger into the fray, covered with some more shining dust,
Fiery Infusion against number 1, 3 and leader in that order. (1d20+8=9, 1d20+8=28, 1d20+8=18)
Ynyr pats the returning dagger lovingly.
Stepping forward , Ddraig Divinely Challenges the leader, before striking at him again:
Sensing that the tide may be turning, the tall warrior motions to his men and calls out to Ddraig and company:
Illuskan
"Mebbe. You do talking and we'll do listening. At distance like. Be stepping away from oor lad Nechtan and all. And dropping weapons."
Healaugh's Illuskan isn't wonderful, but he can make himself understood.
Illuskan
The marines sheath their swords.
Never taking his eyes of Sven, Healaugh grunts slightly.
Illuskan
"Said we'd listen. Best be telling us what sort of "parlay" tha hadst in mind. Quick mind, can't be doing with lad bleeding to death like. Oathsworn to me. Tha'll understand that I reckon."
Nechtan staggers to his feet, looking for battle.
"Nay Nechtan, stay still tha daft bugger, tha hears we're talking."
- desperately in Waelish.
Nechtan glares, but lowers his weapons.
Illuskan
Wanting to believe Sven, Healaugh nonetheless keeps a sense of proportion. Insight on Sven and the boys (1d20 4=7)
"Ynyr, what dost think?"
Ddraig + anyone who beats 14
Insight (such as it is). (1d20+3=10)
Illuskan
"And come then, tell me will you? Why did you attack us if you only thought we might be someone else? Did you not know this other man whom you think was one of us? Did you not? And while we're parlaying you might as well tell more about this bad man you think you thought we were, why not?"
Common
"Now, I don't know, Healaugh, I really don't know. What say you Ddraig?"
Sven looks at Ynyr and after a beat says to Healaugh:
Illuskan
Illuskan
"Got way with words has Ynyr," comments Healaugh admiringly. "Happen terms might be more favourable if tha' knowst evil old 'un's dead. Happened across us last night and dint see day come. May change things for you."
"Reckon won't hurt to talk. Just told him evil gaffer's dead. Don't think he knew that," he adds in Waelish for the benefit of the non-Illuskan speakers.
Darvyl stays braced for hostilities, not understanding what's going on.
Illuskan
He looks around the group, and says finally, "Well, in which case we have no further business here. Except for one thing..."
"I feel that all is not as clear as it could be."
Busily doing a rapid translation from Illuskan to Waelish, Healaugh misses the finer nuances.
Healaugh sighs. Illuskan
In Waelish - "Ready selves lads, all's not as seems."
Insight;Init (1d20+2=19, 1d20+6=15)
Darvyl is ready.
Ynyr, is incensed that the man pretended not to understand him, and so misses any trickery in his voice.
Initiative
Sven
Ddraig
Darvyl
Nechtan (surprised)
Healaugh
Ynyr
Marines
Greylan