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Justicar's Bastion - Eagle Elf [Updated 5th Dec 06]
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<blockquote data-quote="PieAndDragon" data-source="post: 3192893" data-attributes="member: 18108"><p><strong>Night Attack</strong></p><p></p><p>The malaise which had troubled Xarban in the forest had lifted, leaving him well and alive, ready to take up his adventuring career in earnest. His companions had taken part in a tough skirmish earlier in the day, almost losing Derris and Sam to giant toads. They had made the decision to rest early, taking the time to restore the magics used against the hobgoblin militia who served the ranger Wingclipper. Under Xarban and Burc’s advice, they had chosen to camp around the fire near to the keep, confident that the ranger did not have enough allies to overwhelm them in a night attack. Stealing tents formerly used by the hobgoblins, they were all set for a chilly winter’s night in the swamp.</p><p></p><p>Few of them realised Xarban was a priest of Mirakiln, the mighty power of conquest, seeing only a human in heavy armour wielding a great axe, using occasional magics to bolster himself in melee. His hobgoblin masters had rewarded his dedication to their patron by freeing him, putting him above the regular slaves of the Yeteker Empire. Now he searched for ways to aid the Empire in its quest to dominate the lands surrounding the Inner Sea. The company of Rifter appeared competent enough to serve his ends for the time being, until mightier allies could be found. </p><p></p><p>Several hours later, Xarban woke to a voice, calling from the darkness of the swamp. The dwarf and berserker were on watch, but even in the light of the full moon, they could not find the one who addressed them. The voice belonged to a man claiming to be Wingclipper, asking why Xarban and his companions were here. When the awakened Derris told the hidden speaker they were hunting those who killed the fey, the voice took on an angry tone, promising them death if they stayed the night where they were. The voice said no more, leaving the Company of Rifter to their fire and tents. During the exchange, Xarban had donned his full-plate, and faced with the choice of staying awake or removing it once more to sleep, he chose to remain standing, making conversation with Burc, debating the finer points of weapons, armour and ale.</p><p></p><p>Almost an hour after their conversation with the figure in the darkness, the silence of night was broken by a cry of pain from near to the fire. Xarban turned to see the elf clutching an arrow in his side, no longer meditating in peace. More arrows struck the druid and he slumped to the ground as more foes became apparent. A shrill chanting filled the air and the dwarf warned of more foes in the swamp, leaping into the shallow waters to engage them alone. A cacophony of sounds filled the campsite, waking any who still somehow slept and stunning those within the blast of noise. Xarban clutched his axe and prayed to Mirakiln to aid him in battle.</p><p></p><p>As Xarban summoned divine magics to bolster his might, his companions awoke or tried to shelter from the arrows shot into the campsite. The berserker warned them of a lone archer out in the swamp, atop a giant toad, over a hundred feet away. Layla took cover among the tents, Derris and Ra awoke only slowly as Snarf went to aid the fallen elf with a potion. Wading through the muddy waters to aid the dwarf, Xarban found him fighting back many foes. Burc held two canine skeletons and a bloodied crocodile at bay, as two dark-skinned halflings sought targets for their crossbows, guarding a muscular halfling howling prayers to his dark master and all commanded by a hobgoblin archer atop another giant toad. The hobgoblin kept his distance, firing arrows at those standing among the camp as Xarban joined the fray.</p><p></p><p>Alerted of undead, the priest of Sun behind Xarban called down divine rays which struck the undead wolves, scattering their bones to float briefly on the dark surface of the swamp, before sinking into their muddy depths. Left to face Xarban and the angry dwarf, the crocodile was quickly overcome by their axes, leaving three halflings to face them. The two wielding crossbows backed away, allowing their burly leader to battle Xaban and Burc, wielding an iron mace in two hands. Their foe focused on Xarban, taking a blow from the slashing axe of the dwarf for his pains. The halfling was surprisingly strong, beating aside Xarban’s axe to land a telling and painful blow on his chest. As the servant of Mirakiln battled through the pain and attempted to land a blow himself, he watched as the halfling released his axe with one hand, calling a prayer to Hesak and touching Xarban’s leg with black crackling energies. His vision was filled by a sudden blackness, then a chilling pain and finally nothing more, as the Lord of Murder claimed his soul.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PieAndDragon, post: 3192893, member: 18108"] [B]Night Attack[/B] The malaise which had troubled Xarban in the forest had lifted, leaving him well and alive, ready to take up his adventuring career in earnest. His companions had taken part in a tough skirmish earlier in the day, almost losing Derris and Sam to giant toads. They had made the decision to rest early, taking the time to restore the magics used against the hobgoblin militia who served the ranger Wingclipper. Under Xarban and Burc’s advice, they had chosen to camp around the fire near to the keep, confident that the ranger did not have enough allies to overwhelm them in a night attack. Stealing tents formerly used by the hobgoblins, they were all set for a chilly winter’s night in the swamp. Few of them realised Xarban was a priest of Mirakiln, the mighty power of conquest, seeing only a human in heavy armour wielding a great axe, using occasional magics to bolster himself in melee. His hobgoblin masters had rewarded his dedication to their patron by freeing him, putting him above the regular slaves of the Yeteker Empire. Now he searched for ways to aid the Empire in its quest to dominate the lands surrounding the Inner Sea. The company of Rifter appeared competent enough to serve his ends for the time being, until mightier allies could be found. Several hours later, Xarban woke to a voice, calling from the darkness of the swamp. The dwarf and berserker were on watch, but even in the light of the full moon, they could not find the one who addressed them. The voice belonged to a man claiming to be Wingclipper, asking why Xarban and his companions were here. When the awakened Derris told the hidden speaker they were hunting those who killed the fey, the voice took on an angry tone, promising them death if they stayed the night where they were. The voice said no more, leaving the Company of Rifter to their fire and tents. During the exchange, Xarban had donned his full-plate, and faced with the choice of staying awake or removing it once more to sleep, he chose to remain standing, making conversation with Burc, debating the finer points of weapons, armour and ale. Almost an hour after their conversation with the figure in the darkness, the silence of night was broken by a cry of pain from near to the fire. Xarban turned to see the elf clutching an arrow in his side, no longer meditating in peace. More arrows struck the druid and he slumped to the ground as more foes became apparent. A shrill chanting filled the air and the dwarf warned of more foes in the swamp, leaping into the shallow waters to engage them alone. A cacophony of sounds filled the campsite, waking any who still somehow slept and stunning those within the blast of noise. Xarban clutched his axe and prayed to Mirakiln to aid him in battle. As Xarban summoned divine magics to bolster his might, his companions awoke or tried to shelter from the arrows shot into the campsite. The berserker warned them of a lone archer out in the swamp, atop a giant toad, over a hundred feet away. Layla took cover among the tents, Derris and Ra awoke only slowly as Snarf went to aid the fallen elf with a potion. Wading through the muddy waters to aid the dwarf, Xarban found him fighting back many foes. Burc held two canine skeletons and a bloodied crocodile at bay, as two dark-skinned halflings sought targets for their crossbows, guarding a muscular halfling howling prayers to his dark master and all commanded by a hobgoblin archer atop another giant toad. The hobgoblin kept his distance, firing arrows at those standing among the camp as Xarban joined the fray. Alerted of undead, the priest of Sun behind Xarban called down divine rays which struck the undead wolves, scattering their bones to float briefly on the dark surface of the swamp, before sinking into their muddy depths. Left to face Xarban and the angry dwarf, the crocodile was quickly overcome by their axes, leaving three halflings to face them. The two wielding crossbows backed away, allowing their burly leader to battle Xaban and Burc, wielding an iron mace in two hands. Their foe focused on Xarban, taking a blow from the slashing axe of the dwarf for his pains. The halfling was surprisingly strong, beating aside Xarban’s axe to land a telling and painful blow on his chest. As the servant of Mirakiln battled through the pain and attempted to land a blow himself, he watched as the halfling released his axe with one hand, calling a prayer to Hesak and touching Xarban’s leg with black crackling energies. His vision was filled by a sudden blackness, then a chilling pain and finally nothing more, as the Lord of Murder claimed his soul. [/QUOTE]
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