Katherine whispers in Caoimhe's ear and she wheels into place with her cohorts. She, too, appears more subdued than usual.
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I think I'll go with Katherine rather than Kat - for some reason Kat is sounding trite to me as I picture her. Apologies for the mid-stream change. It usually takes me a bit to settle in to a new character.
The golden-haired spearman turns from his contemplation of the fire he started and readies himself to follow the others. Come, Asgell, he whispers into the ear of his spirited mount. Let us show them the beauty of a dragon and his wings! And the two race after the ranger.
"Light preserve us." Alban swings up into the saddle of his third mount of the campaign, having lost both his own horse and one from supply. He hasn't bothered to name this latest beast, a stout dun colored gelding. He hangs a bag of quickly gathered supplies over the beast's flank. He drops his long axe into the lance cup, spurs the mount into motion and with a clatter of armor, barding, tack and hooves sets off after the others. He leaves a pyre of burning supplies behind to mark his passage.
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Spoiler:
Was Alban successful in finding any useful combustibles, rations or anything else useful in the stores?
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Roak keeps his mount at a trot, waiting for the others to pass him, letting Ewan lead them out of the valley. The scout had the uncanny ability to find his way through even the most difficult terrain, and always seemed to know the right direction.
As the last of the company passes him, Cairnwalker again puts spur to the snowy white charger he calls Halcyon, and falls in behind the rest of the troop.
Stances: Stance of Clarity, Stonefoot Stance
Maneuvers Readied: Moment of Perfect Mind, Steel Wind, Leading the Attack, Tactical Strike
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
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When Sir Roak "Cairnwalker" Adari moves aside to observe the passage of the contingent, Nijel will take a share of the point alongside Ewan and set a moderate pace, keeping a careful eye peeled to the front and sides for emerging threats and anything out of the ordinary. He puts his axe into its sheath on his mount, "Saint Josiah", and unlimbers his bow.
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Padraig settles into place roughly in the middle of the unit, hoping to share the benefits of his senses aura with as many of the group as possible while still reaching those at the front of the line.
Nijel is ready for action and exceedingly content to be in the company of such able compatriots, and he is especially happy to be fighting alongside his brother Aidan again. Bring on the bloodshed and the glory!
Having received their final orders the squad or operatives comes together and prepares to excute their final orders. Setting fire to the tents and euipment in the immediate vincity they mount up and head away from the oncoming orcs etc towards the southwest and the Lord Marshal. Forming up into a riding colume the group sets out in flight along with the rest of the surviors of the once proud regiment. Traveling for about 250 yards the party begins to recive arrow fire from both flanks. It appears as if the advanced troops of the flying columes to the left and right are finally making an appereace thus closing the well planned ambush.
OOC: Remembering his Tactics 101 from Basic Training, Nijel wheels to the RIGHT and charges directly into the ambushing foes, seeking the fastest possible exit from the kill zone of the ambush. Nijel will close as rapidly as he can, while listening carefully for any different orders from the rear of his group. (The last thing NIjel wants is to wind up all by himself in the middle of a band of orcs and ogres!) Nijel also stows his bow and readies his battleaxe.
I'm reading correctly that the archers are flying, correct?
Roak growls in frustration as the arrows begin to rain down; the warrior had never liked archers. Maybe it was because he himself had little skill with the bow, but it had translated into a dislike of those that had chosen the path of archery.
"Sombody take out those archers," shouts Roak, holding his greatsword defensively to ward off any incoming arrows. He spurs his mount on, angling toward the nearest enemy.
Initiative: 15 (Make that a 17 with Padraig's aura).
Total Defense +6 AC (5 ranks tumble), bringing AC to 29
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
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Padraig wheels to the right and follows Nijel on his attempted escape from the killing field. Close in on the enemy! Make them shoot into their own ranks! If any likely targets present themselves, he breathes fire at them (15' cone, so he'd have to get pretty close.)
Alban is slow to realize they are under attack. Once he realizes what is happening, he turns his own mount and sets spur to flank as he joins the Paladin in going toward the archers. He slips a javelin from his quiver and gets ready to let fly when the range is right.
Ewan moves up to lead the contingent of officers and special operatives trusting his other scouts to keep the rest of the column screened and warned.
When the ambush is sprung, a short but heartfelt curse escapes his lips before he responds to the threat. Bringing Messenger up from its carry position, Ewan sights to his right for an enemy to send his message to. As the paladin wheels to charge the northern ambushers, Ewan whistles the signal to his scouts to break north (right).
__________________ "All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages."
Wm Shakespeare -- From As You Like It (II, vii, 139-143)
Andor takes out his crossbow and spurs his gelding with others. He shortly touches his necklace calling upon the power of prayer beads (Bless). He will try to be within 50' from all allies so they can all benefit. Concentration roll for riding = 26 Then he loads his crossbow and shoots at whatever comes nearest.
Bless fills your allies with courage. Each ally gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.
Bless counters and dispels bane.
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