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[Strif3]

Oh for the love of... It's these guys again! I'm guessing this batch of purposelessly angry deermen isn't up for negotiations either?

Ugh, sod it.
Flax to front. Kadi should move to flank 'em, and knock 'em down with her staff. Sas can fire arrows as usual. And us? Well, how about we try throwing a couple of magical poison (or ideally acid) bolts their way?

[King Zultan]

Flax to front. Kadi should move to flank 'em, and knock 'em down with her staff. Sas can fire arrows as usual. And us? Well, how about we try throwing a couple of magical poison (or ideally acid) bolts their way?

+1 It's time for wizard stuff!

Oh for the love of... It's these guys again! I'm guessing this batch of purposelessly angry deermen isn't up for negotiations either?

I wonder what we did to their group that makes them keep sending guys after us, guess we'll see how they feel when we do to this group what we did to the last.

[Quaksna]

. . .

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It does not take long for you to make out the shape of those intruders. It is your people again and just as the last time, their intentions are quite clearly ill. Distressed, you quickly form a plan how to repel them as well. The first step is clear, very much so Flax is on it already - to assemble the full team. He goes for the hunter, while hurling his head towards the other, and you heed this behest.



As you stir the stoat and both sleepers begin to waken, the leader shouts on into the night.

"More harassers, deers upon us! To arms, fast!"



Fortune shines, for little time is lost when all four of you stand aware. The threat is imminent, and soon the warriors will intercept inevitably.

"Sas shoot, Flax forth, vagrant hit the flank!" you share the blistering thoughts, and the response is appropriately prompt, as the hunter is ready to draw right away. The rest is cued by Flax.

"Aye, but do not charge just yet, little!" he growls, as his head is caught snapping between the two attackers, conflicted. "Form for now, and fire who can!"



That you were about to. While Sas draws, you prepare a spell - albeit you took the least rest, the staff should hopefully alleviate it. There are no deep roots to latch on, but you have more tricks at disposal, you've been bid to fire, and fire you shall!



About what exactly you'll send the stalkers' way, you have thought over too. All kinds of venom nature weaves to plague the living, and you want to attempt the same - it is somewhat bolder an ambition, yet one potent to bring truly devastating results. You drain sap from wood, and call upon spirits to transform it, once it leaves your grasp. Your fingers can feel the substance and your soul the power channeling, with expectation you lift your eyes to seek a target.



Sas, having a lot more straightforward shot has already let loose, going for the enemy on the right. There's not much to see in the dark, but you can spot he recoiled briefly, suggesting a successful hit. Based on that, you intend to hurl your concoction towards the other one.



You propel your arm, and the missile disengages your fingers. After that, it's just the rapid steps, until a splash can be heard.



But that is all you can tell. The attacker's gait only gains more speed, and he too rises his hand to hurl, at the range to engage.



What do you want to do?

[King Zultan]

Hopefully this isn't the part where we regret getting rid of the shield.

We must hurl more magic stuff at him before he can fire off his own spell, and hopefully it will cause him to miss fire.

[Strif3]

Now's the time for Flax and the Vagrant to attack.

Hopefully this isn't the part where we regret getting rid of the shield.

We must hurl more magic stuff at him before he can fire off his own spell, and hopefully it will cause him to miss fire.

We could also try to shield ourselves with magic. But i think it may be a better idea to just keep firing.

[King Zultan]

I don't think we've tried to shield ourselves with magic before, but it does sound like something we should try to figure out after the fight and we finish the staff.

Also +1 to having the other two attack.

[Quaksna]

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"Now!" you howl. "Halt him!"

One more time Flax looks over, and beholds that indeed, the other attacker is delayed. Swiftly he lunges forward, while the stoat proceeds cautiously, anticipating the javelin. You want to keep fire, until the going gets tough, which may be averted still.

The headhunter is surprised for sure by the ferociois assail, but just as the warrior after him, he maintains quick resolve. He holds the throw, and opts instead to leap aside, attempting to make his way around. The grand intent you can read well enough, he saves the shots for you in the back.



Assured that Sas goes for the second one, you leave your eyes on the fray soon to emerge. Flax pushes on, but the stalker is nimble enough to avoid withdrawal, although harassed just enough for his progress to be postponed. The vagrant manages to sneak in, and strikes from the side, unfortunately the foe is aware by then. Frantically hopping, he evades both of them, however what will come of his throw is uncertain.



At last he hurls the first javelin, coming your way. This you dodge rather easily, as the aim shows some serious struggle. Your next shot is ready, and that is when you check on the second intruder.



The attacker in question seems hellbent on intercepting, despite the one arrow sticking from his flesh. Sas is more than ready to impale him again, but is instead greeted with a missile himself, the enemy stroke first.



Your comrade leaps away in time, but his attack is interrupted - to allow the treacherous foe less time, you toss the next flurry of makeshift acid.



But this time you can very well tell what happened, you missed. Sas carried out his shot, which the opponent deliberately took in his left arm, now armed with another stake and but a couple paces away.




What do you want to do?

[Strif3]

Well crap. These guys are no pushovers!

Time to change tact. We'll switch targets and aim for the one in the front with a good old ice spike while Flax keeps 'em busy. Meanwhile the Vagrant should move to harass the back one so that Sas has time to get off a clean shot.

Despite some risks, this is by far the best move we can make, i think.

Damn i wish we had psychic communication. But oh well.

[King Zultan]

Well crap. These guys are no pushovers!

Time to change tact. We'll switch targets and aim for the one in the front with a good old ice spike while Flax keeps 'em busy. Meanwhile the Vagrant should move to harass the back one so that Sas has time to get off a clean shot.

Despite some risks, this is by far the best move we can make, i think.

Damn i wish we had psychic communication. But oh well.

+1 I can't really think of anything else we could do at this moment.

We might also want to figure out where that javelin went as we might need that later in the fight since poking them with that would do better than poking them with our staff.

[Quaksna]

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This circumstance calls for backup. Should someone occupy the enemy on the doorstep, you and Sas can keep the fire.

"Girl!" you call. "Come help us here!"

The stoat withdraws, to set still and process your plea, that is but for a heartbeat before Flax warrants the move as well.



"Go! Pile up on him!"

He then pushes no more, instead maintaining the line to make sure the foe cannot reach you, and make way for the vagrant to boot. She quickly scurries to towards the new target, while you and Sas back further from the light. The warrior is sure to catch up, but you'll fight over any extra time to be won.



Since your aim has already failed you, you decide against a third toss, something else must do. Fortunately, there is just such a spell to rely on, if you're not to strike from the air, you will from the ground below, the way you've been accustomed to better. The snow here is thin, but you should be able to form a spike, and with it put an end to one of the pursuers.



Alas, there is even less room to prepare. The vagrant cannot make it in time you fear, and you're not alone. As Sas doesn't reach for another arrow, but his blade, and hies him to engage...



The dread rises like wine to the brim, but you cannot let a worrisome decision ruin your own. You have to hope the two can handle one warrior, bleeding already. Now your hands twitch from the flowing force, very soon you'll gather enough to unleash it, no time to shift the spot.

It is clear Sas has much difficulty keeping the far nimbler opponent at bay, though it is certain you will finish the spell, and the stoat is almost there... Eyes off them, once Flax is free to aid you, the day is won.



At last you launch your hands up, and pull out the ice. The spike is not awfully large, but does hit the stalker in the leg and staggers him, and the surprise is what counts.



A moment of confusion, and a sword sweeps swiftly, the enemy is knocked down, and Flax tears his back for good measure, before hasting to help.



You yourself have been thrown off balance, but, having something to latch onto, do not fall over. Hovewer, as you turn to the other pursuer, the first thing you see is also an unpleasant surprise.



A javelin whistles and you can as much as twitch, it lands in your thigh squarely. Further you recoil, your staff lodged fast in the earth shudders, bearing the weight. Backup reaches the culprit soon after, the vagrant doing so first. Many swings threaten the enemy, but he is quicker, he won't taste the metal.



Flax has still a way to go, it is then Sas who arrives next, and the few wounds the stalker suffered prior seem to start taking their toll. You regain balance, grappling one of the stakes already thrown, but you can hardly stand, less so walk... Nor are you strong to form more ice. Unfortunately, the legs of your foe remain unhindered, hence even though Sas seems wilder than ever, his sword flashing like lighting, it does little more than to keep the warrior busy.



And the time you struggle to get a handful of, he seizes as much in an instant. With the slightest window provided, he propels his arm forth, striking the bold hunter in the head. Sas reels backwards bellowing and the weapon slides outward, but the noise testifies to the damage done.



"Sas!" you cry. "Get out, come to me!"

He does not listen, but raises his blade again. The attack did get a response from elsewhere, as the stoat has at last landed a blow, striking the shins in hopes to tip the foe over. He maintains his stance, although starting to shudder much like you.



The harasser is on to repay her dearly, but Flax emerges from behind. A short verse his steel sings, a gasp and a crash is all that follows. The enemy is defeated, but all peril not yet banished.



"This you call victory? You cannot live right, you cannot die right. What even are you..."



"Goodness, brothers!" the leader exclaims, his burning eyes mark horror. "Lass, some wraps, quick!"

What do you want to do?

[Strif3]

We should reassure our fellows. We'll be fine. Comment on the proficiency of our attackers.

[King Zultan]

We should reassure our fellows. We'll be fine. Comment on the proficiency of our attackers.

+1 We should use our healing magic as well as the bandages, and we shouldn't remove the javelin until we get the bandages as to reduce the amount of blood lost.

[Quaksna]

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"Fear not, fear not!" you call upon the rest. "We'll be fine, come over!"

The company obeys those words, and all three swiftly join you by the fire. Flax doesn't seem too assured still, hopefully you'll demonstrate the disturbance to be misplaced.



"What are you on about?" his teeth gnash, twice he peers into the darkness before sheathing his sword. "Stick you like a pig they did!"



"And we better leave it so, for now..." you halt his approach, and sit down. "Lest I become a fountain of blood, but do let me take a look at Sas first."



The hunter walks hither, holding onto the wound rather fast. That does raise more concern right away, but you do not draw conclusions just yet. You push his hand aside, and inspect with your own.



Of all what runs atop the world, humans remain whose anatomy you've got little to ever explore. Though you can very quickly discern what is off.

"The ear's all over the place, but his skull did its job..." you impart. "Hope it's not too damaged."



Hearing the report Flax covers his face, and turns around. The vagrant avoids all eyes, and Sas is silent. For a moment it's just you observing the harm, but the leader is soon to rejoin, addressing the patient this time.



"If you don't fancy losing your head, consider using it!" he growls, juddering his finger. "You cannot run up to your death like that!"

"They'd have reached Black!" the archer retorts. "Arrows didn't stop them, what was I to do?"

"If so, you could have put the helmet on at least!"

"When? We've barely awoken and the battle was on!"



"They were rather fierce foes." you speak. "It's good we're not done for as is!"

"All the better reason to be careful!" hurls Flax. "Fortitude I'll take, but you're too eager to die, for pity's sake!"



"It's all I live for..." the hunter replies, lifting his head to face the leader proper. "I'll gladly take the blow so none other needs to."

"You can't do that forever! The scar from before pains you till now, how many more you want to cripple you? You won't serve anyone much then, will you?"

"That is true." you have to concur. "There's but so much I can do. If you want to save us from hurt, know having you die in our arms helpless is the blow to avoid."



"I hate to crash your musings..." the stoat speaks. "But there are pressier matters to discuss, leave this for later!"

Your eyes meet at the person sole, your tongues still and but your hand stays. Flax then bids to elaborate.

"Well? Do go on!"

"No wonder we're jumped the instance we stray off the road! And we'll be yet again for sure. There's more after us!"



"Explain." the leader squints.

"The scoundrels from the city I mean! I've seen enough of them. If they know we are here... See, they have crossbows and tricks! And together with these other pests..."

"They'd still have to either have a battalion, or sneak up on us. We control the only couple trees in sight. You can sleep safe, I'm on guard."



"That's ridiculous! We might just put out the fire and sleep!" the vagrant protests, then looks at you. "Let us rather return to the road, now that you have your stick, we can rest there much safer! Although I have no idea what the savages are about, maybe we're just doomed to this..."

"We're not going anywhere till dawn, and I too don't have a clue." says Flax. "About our visitors, that is, but perhaps Black would know. Is there anything we should be aware of?"



You were only half listening, closing the hunter's wound when you two weren't addressed. The lobe you cannot repair, but you shan't sit idle either, once that is taken care of you shove him forth.



"Band his head." you instruct, and the fellows proceed, but their gaze traps you.

They don't want you to avoid the question. You can only recollect what can be drawn from the warriors, that the last bunch had various tribes join, the paint denotes sacred duty and for your kind the equipment they've brought shows great deal of determination.



"You still cannot see? You have fallen from grace..."



What do you want to do?

[King Zultan]

Probably time to fix our leg since walking around with a javelin in there probably isn't the best move.

After that's fixed we should see if the dead guys have anything of value on them besides the javelins, if we're lucky they might have some kind of info pertaining to why they hate us.

[Strif3]

Probably time to fix our leg since walking around with a javelin in there probably isn't the best move.

After that's fixed we should see if the dead guys have anything of value on them besides the javelins, if we're lucky they might have some kind of info pertaining to why they hate us.

+1
this seems like a good idea