((Oh. Oh crap. Let’s hope it rains for a long time.))
Osgar slumped back in the chair.
Dear gods… they are endless… Perhaps we can save the women and children… But perhaps we would be foolish to trust these brigands. They would slaughter us all, or worse.He turned to the few defenders left inside to take a good look over them.
”Is anyone in charge? Can someone try to gather any of the arrows that might have made their way inside?”He didn’t know what to do. His friends had disappeared. Ealdwine was his only hope, but he didn’t know where he’d gone. He was exhausted.
He thanked the old woman, wondered if there was any bread to be had, and tried to think. He hurt all over, but for some stupid reason didn’t want to show it.
He turned to address those soldiers who would listen to him.
”They mean to loot whilst they wait it out – they will try to starve or burn us out of here, I wager. But I cannot fight like that again. Not without rest. See if you can’t post some men to watch the four corners of the church. If they hold off for a few hours then I should be able to rest enough to be restored. Wake me the second they make a move. Or if the rain stops… If the rain stops, we need to be ready.”Osgar didn’t see he had any other way to improve their chances of survival: he felt exhausted and powerless. He gripped the jawbone unseen and tried to sleep. After barely ten seconds he got up, a thought persistent in his mind. An aftertaste of power, perhaps. He made his way back up the church tower, asking one of the men to call him if the enemy approached. Standing in the windy darkness with the rain blowing through, he held his arms out, the jawbone in his right hand, the left hand palm open.
He mumbled something he was barely aware of, fell to his knees, carried on droning. He called on the power of the wind and the rain to come to him, to restore him, to save him.
He had no idea how a ritual to his own power might work, but he felt sure he had an affinity with the ceaseless wind and rain.
The only other thing he imagine could save them would be hoping the enemy took their time, and that the rain continued.
Still on his knees, he tried to pray to an entity he was barely aware of.
Try to perform a ritual of some kind – calling on increased mana and restored health, and the ability to protect my kinsmen.My action was going to be:
Establish a watch and try to sleep. Keep within line of sight of the main entrance. Immediately that I am awoken get ready to fight, and train my last arrow on the first enemy to enter. Try to use Aimed Shot with this last arrow if enough mana to also use Rush (using Rush is my mana priority). Hope it pierces many men. Then when no arrows are left, defend the entrance. If enough mana to use Rush then charge out if it looks like they are able to burn us out.
((If you want to make the turn shorter at any time that will be ok as there are a couple of changes I would make to the above based on what might happen))
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Topic: Hunted Magi -Turn 7 (Read 7890 times)