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<blockquote data-quote="Aristoi" data-source="post: 2675095" data-attributes="member: 32975"><p>It took them almost no time to set up their ambush or to get in position, for at the edge of the forest a little way to the east; there were some boulders and larger trees. Elim took the high road, perched amongst the boulders so that the patrollers would have to come up to get him with swords. </p><p></p><p>Adama took the middle of the road, further down to lure the riders down on him, while Kilmor hid behind a tree further up from Elim and Adama so he would be behind them when they charged, readying his magic. </p><p></p><p>Elim stood and watched the patrol and turned to Adama, pumping his fist that they were close enough. Adama raised his sword and swung it, indicating he was ready and of Kilmor, there was only a dappled shadow thanks to his magic. </p><p></p><p>Drawing Anthaelas and pulling the arrow to his ear, he looked down the shaft and made tiny adjustments of pitch and direction, feeling the wind and the tilt of the Land beneath his feet. </p><p></p><p>*This will be easily done if we do this for them* the bow whispered in his mind. </p><p></p><p>~Understood but there is a certain need in them to strike back~ Elim responded ~And frankly, I sympathize~</p><p></p><p>He loosed two arrows in quick succession, both finding their mark in the torso of one of the riders and under the mighty enchantment of the bow, passed through him and into the fields beyond. He reeled in his saddle but did not fall, at least, until the next two shafts found him and took him to the ground with them. </p><p></p><p>By then the patrol had spotted him and turned to attack, charging up the farmer’s track across the field to try to catch him and bring him down. He put two more shafts in one and then ducked down behind the rocks, seeming to be headed in the direction Adama lay in wait. </p><p></p><p>Up the trail and into the wood they rode, horses breathing hard even as the riders pulled them up short, catching sight of Adama standing in the middle of the trail, a bit further down. “Stand down and surrender,” Adama called to them, shield and sword at the ready.</p><p></p><p>They burst out laughing, thinking the goat-boy and maybe an archer we it. Unseen and unheard, Kilmor threw his spell, his horns becoming visible just over the tops of the tree he had been hiding against. </p><p></p><p>“El-halath neth-alam delet’!” Elim called from his hiding place to the druid in the patrol, using the secret tongue of their kind <”Wrong Path, Choose another!”></p><p></p><p>“Donyo!” the human called from the horse he sat astride in the rear <”Surrender!”></p><p></p><p>Elim put two arrows through him, high in the chest and down he went, injured but not dead. </p><p></p><p>His horse, it appeared, was smarter and trotted off leaving him in the dirt. </p><p></p><p>The other Druid, however, apparently managed to hold onto the reins of power despite the arrows in his chest for with a gesture and a shouted command, the plants grew thorns and animated on the side of the road Kilmor hid in. </p><p></p><p>Which of course infuriated the now-giant Yak-folk.</p><p></p><p>With a roar, he jumped through the five or so yards that separated him from the road and over the thrashing underbrush that was now dangerous and between two of the riders. One he struck down from his horse while the other tried to attack him and missed. </p><p></p><p>That same rider then tried to ride around Kilmor, only to be yanked off of his horse and crushed under the Yak-folk’s arm, his head enclosed in one massive fist as Kilmor twisted. </p><p></p><p>The leader charged Adama, screaming a war cry, even as Adama set himself and prepared for the predictable and unimaginative tactic. As the horse charged, Adama gesticulated with his shield and shrilled his own warcry, causing the horse to shudder to a stop and start. Then, as the Captain fought to control his horse, Adama leapt up and head-butted the startled animal right between the eyes. </p><p></p><p>And down it went, rider and all. </p><p></p><p>The Captain managed to roll from his mount, sword in hand as his horse struggled to gain its footing, disoriented and dazed from the attack. Adama lead in with his next attack, swinging with skill even as the Captain blocked and deflected in an attempt to preserve himself. It was clear Adama was the better warrior but the Captain managed to defend each time. </p><p></p><p>He countered and scored a light hit; Adama riposted and cut the Captain’s wrist, stomping on his foot in the process. With a grunt the Captain hopped back, his movement impaired a bit. </p><p></p><p>Behind them, as they dueled, they heard muffled screaming silenced suddenly by a sharp crack and the signing of a bowstring and the cry and thud of another man, hitting the ground. </p><p></p><p>Fire flew through their view as the Druid cast it at Elim, who ducked and crashed into the underbrush behind the boulders, rolling to extinguish himself. </p><p></p><p>Kilmor reached out as another rider slashed at him, scoring on his three times before the Yak-folk grabbed him off his horse, slamming him on the ground and falling on him, pasting him like so much soft meat. </p><p></p><p>Laughing as blood dripped through his lips, the Druid rose up and began casting a spell on Kilmor who was too far away and unable to get to him in time. Elim was on the far side of the boulders and Adama was busy with the Captain and the Druid spoke words that spelled grievous harm for the Yak-man. </p><p></p><p>It was utter shock and horror, for the party and the Druid when a shadow fell over him and something as big as the Yak-man slammed into the Druid with a high pitched cry. Skree’a drove her claw-wings into the Druid’s body and the claws of her feet into his legs, her mouth clamping on his head as she bit and worries him like a stag she had just hunted. </p><p></p><p>“You’re alone now,” Adama told the Captain as they circled warily, “surrender and you will live.” </p><p></p><p>“Huh! Oldest trick in the book, demon!” the Captain taunted back. </p><p></p><p>And an arrow slammed into his calf and another into his hand, tearing the sword from his finger. “I’m the demon,” Elim grated from his position to the right flank as Adama took the opportunity and laid the side of his sword against the man’s skull, laying him out like lumber. “Idiot.”</p><p></p><p>“This was my duel,” Adama growled at Elim. </p><p></p><p>“It was taking too long,” Elim replied and turned his back to go calm his blood-soaked bat hissing in the bright sunlight and day-rage. </p><p></p><p>Adama stood there, watching Elim walk away, breathing hard as he decided what to do. Stabbing someone in the back wasn’t honorable and Elim was a friend, of sorts. He also respected honor when it was practical, which Adama had to admit, was admirable in its own way. Still, his pride felt injured because the Archer had interfered. </p><p></p><p>Elim got Skree’a calmed while Kilmor saw to his wounds with a potion or three. Adama bound the Captain and stripped him of his gear, wondering at some of the things he found. </p><p></p><p>At Elim’s direction, Skree’a lumbered up into the air to return to her enshrouded clump of bushes to finish her day-sleep and to lick the Druid-juices from her fur. Elim had stripped the Druid’s body of what was not ruined or crushed and pierced, murmuring a little as he did so. </p><p></p><p>Of course, Kilmor had left little useable on his victim though a few potions and some jewelry had survived. He looked and smelled a mess too. </p><p></p><p>Taking one of the waterskins of the enemy, Elim summoned a small elemental and used it to wash Kilmor clean of the blood and entrails. The elemental enjoyed the job for it fed on the blood of life and drew power from it, even as it dissipated leaving a dry and clean Yak-man behind. </p><p></p><p>They gathered the booty in a small pile and took inventory. Of the potions, Elim easily identified the Healing draughts and there was a Wand of Curing as well. He took the wand, being the only one present who could invoke its magic and the potions went to the other two.</p><p></p><p>A buckler had graced the Captain’s arm, enameled in purple it was made to look like a large Dragon’s scale and the backing appeared to be some sort of bright silver. The dragon-rampant stamp of Cormyr marked it as being made there, likely the heirloom of some House or another. In the meantime, until it could be returned, Adama claimed it as his own and put it in his pack. A few other sundry items and some money had been found and between them they divided it four ways; a share set aside for S’lann in the belief he would be found. </p><p></p><p>“Take a walk Adama,” Kilmor told the Ibixian warrior as he eyed the Captain. “You told me you didn’t want this done around you.”</p><p></p><p>“I- “ Adama started to object and seeing the unyielding look on Elim’s face, he sighed instead. “Alright. I’ll go watch for more patrols and see about that one you dropped out on the road, Elim.”</p><p></p><p>“Good idea,” Elim replied, bow held ready in case things didn’t go well.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Aristoi, post: 2675095, member: 32975"] It took them almost no time to set up their ambush or to get in position, for at the edge of the forest a little way to the east; there were some boulders and larger trees. Elim took the high road, perched amongst the boulders so that the patrollers would have to come up to get him with swords. Adama took the middle of the road, further down to lure the riders down on him, while Kilmor hid behind a tree further up from Elim and Adama so he would be behind them when they charged, readying his magic. Elim stood and watched the patrol and turned to Adama, pumping his fist that they were close enough. Adama raised his sword and swung it, indicating he was ready and of Kilmor, there was only a dappled shadow thanks to his magic. Drawing Anthaelas and pulling the arrow to his ear, he looked down the shaft and made tiny adjustments of pitch and direction, feeling the wind and the tilt of the Land beneath his feet. *This will be easily done if we do this for them* the bow whispered in his mind. ~Understood but there is a certain need in them to strike back~ Elim responded ~And frankly, I sympathize~ He loosed two arrows in quick succession, both finding their mark in the torso of one of the riders and under the mighty enchantment of the bow, passed through him and into the fields beyond. He reeled in his saddle but did not fall, at least, until the next two shafts found him and took him to the ground with them. By then the patrol had spotted him and turned to attack, charging up the farmer’s track across the field to try to catch him and bring him down. He put two more shafts in one and then ducked down behind the rocks, seeming to be headed in the direction Adama lay in wait. Up the trail and into the wood they rode, horses breathing hard even as the riders pulled them up short, catching sight of Adama standing in the middle of the trail, a bit further down. “Stand down and surrender,” Adama called to them, shield and sword at the ready. They burst out laughing, thinking the goat-boy and maybe an archer we it. Unseen and unheard, Kilmor threw his spell, his horns becoming visible just over the tops of the tree he had been hiding against. “El-halath neth-alam delet’!” Elim called from his hiding place to the druid in the patrol, using the secret tongue of their kind <”Wrong Path, Choose another!”> “Donyo!” the human called from the horse he sat astride in the rear <”Surrender!”> Elim put two arrows through him, high in the chest and down he went, injured but not dead. His horse, it appeared, was smarter and trotted off leaving him in the dirt. The other Druid, however, apparently managed to hold onto the reins of power despite the arrows in his chest for with a gesture and a shouted command, the plants grew thorns and animated on the side of the road Kilmor hid in. Which of course infuriated the now-giant Yak-folk. With a roar, he jumped through the five or so yards that separated him from the road and over the thrashing underbrush that was now dangerous and between two of the riders. One he struck down from his horse while the other tried to attack him and missed. That same rider then tried to ride around Kilmor, only to be yanked off of his horse and crushed under the Yak-folk’s arm, his head enclosed in one massive fist as Kilmor twisted. The leader charged Adama, screaming a war cry, even as Adama set himself and prepared for the predictable and unimaginative tactic. As the horse charged, Adama gesticulated with his shield and shrilled his own warcry, causing the horse to shudder to a stop and start. Then, as the Captain fought to control his horse, Adama leapt up and head-butted the startled animal right between the eyes. And down it went, rider and all. The Captain managed to roll from his mount, sword in hand as his horse struggled to gain its footing, disoriented and dazed from the attack. Adama lead in with his next attack, swinging with skill even as the Captain blocked and deflected in an attempt to preserve himself. It was clear Adama was the better warrior but the Captain managed to defend each time. He countered and scored a light hit; Adama riposted and cut the Captain’s wrist, stomping on his foot in the process. With a grunt the Captain hopped back, his movement impaired a bit. Behind them, as they dueled, they heard muffled screaming silenced suddenly by a sharp crack and the signing of a bowstring and the cry and thud of another man, hitting the ground. Fire flew through their view as the Druid cast it at Elim, who ducked and crashed into the underbrush behind the boulders, rolling to extinguish himself. Kilmor reached out as another rider slashed at him, scoring on his three times before the Yak-folk grabbed him off his horse, slamming him on the ground and falling on him, pasting him like so much soft meat. Laughing as blood dripped through his lips, the Druid rose up and began casting a spell on Kilmor who was too far away and unable to get to him in time. Elim was on the far side of the boulders and Adama was busy with the Captain and the Druid spoke words that spelled grievous harm for the Yak-man. It was utter shock and horror, for the party and the Druid when a shadow fell over him and something as big as the Yak-man slammed into the Druid with a high pitched cry. Skree’a drove her claw-wings into the Druid’s body and the claws of her feet into his legs, her mouth clamping on his head as she bit and worries him like a stag she had just hunted. “You’re alone now,” Adama told the Captain as they circled warily, “surrender and you will live.” “Huh! Oldest trick in the book, demon!” the Captain taunted back. And an arrow slammed into his calf and another into his hand, tearing the sword from his finger. “I’m the demon,” Elim grated from his position to the right flank as Adama took the opportunity and laid the side of his sword against the man’s skull, laying him out like lumber. “Idiot.” “This was my duel,” Adama growled at Elim. “It was taking too long,” Elim replied and turned his back to go calm his blood-soaked bat hissing in the bright sunlight and day-rage. Adama stood there, watching Elim walk away, breathing hard as he decided what to do. Stabbing someone in the back wasn’t honorable and Elim was a friend, of sorts. He also respected honor when it was practical, which Adama had to admit, was admirable in its own way. Still, his pride felt injured because the Archer had interfered. Elim got Skree’a calmed while Kilmor saw to his wounds with a potion or three. Adama bound the Captain and stripped him of his gear, wondering at some of the things he found. At Elim’s direction, Skree’a lumbered up into the air to return to her enshrouded clump of bushes to finish her day-sleep and to lick the Druid-juices from her fur. Elim had stripped the Druid’s body of what was not ruined or crushed and pierced, murmuring a little as he did so. Of course, Kilmor had left little useable on his victim though a few potions and some jewelry had survived. He looked and smelled a mess too. Taking one of the waterskins of the enemy, Elim summoned a small elemental and used it to wash Kilmor clean of the blood and entrails. The elemental enjoyed the job for it fed on the blood of life and drew power from it, even as it dissipated leaving a dry and clean Yak-man behind. They gathered the booty in a small pile and took inventory. Of the potions, Elim easily identified the Healing draughts and there was a Wand of Curing as well. He took the wand, being the only one present who could invoke its magic and the potions went to the other two. A buckler had graced the Captain’s arm, enameled in purple it was made to look like a large Dragon’s scale and the backing appeared to be some sort of bright silver. The dragon-rampant stamp of Cormyr marked it as being made there, likely the heirloom of some House or another. In the meantime, until it could be returned, Adama claimed it as his own and put it in his pack. A few other sundry items and some money had been found and between them they divided it four ways; a share set aside for S’lann in the belief he would be found. “Take a walk Adama,” Kilmor told the Ibixian warrior as he eyed the Captain. “You told me you didn’t want this done around you.” “I- “ Adama started to object and seeing the unyielding look on Elim’s face, he sighed instead. “Alright. I’ll go watch for more patrols and see about that one you dropped out on the road, Elim.” “Good idea,” Elim replied, bow held ready in case things didn’t go well. [/QUOTE]
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