Lazybones
Adventurer
Chapter 18
Jaron heard the whoosh a moment before the dragonshield staggered back, clutching its head. Mara’s handaxe fell to the ground, a slick of blood trailing on the edge of the blade.
As the kobolds turned, the head of one erupted with the now-familiar white tongues of witchfire. Jaron was quick to take advantage of the respite, staggering to his feet and slipping out past the circle of distracted kobolds. The last of the three thrust its sword at him before he could get fully free, but the halfling had caught his second wind, and the attack merely glanced off his side, biting into his armor without cutting fully through. The kobold shrieked and went after him; the other two turned to face Mara and Elevaren, who were rushing down the slope toward the melee.
Jaron stumbled to the edge of the fallen log. He kicked a rock into the dark mouth of the opening under the log, and then rolled over its top, grimacing as the movement sent another stab of pain through his battered torso. The kobold lunged at him, and might have been able to stab him again if the badger hadn’t surged out of its den, lashing out in a furious lather with its long, curving claws. The kobold let out a yell and dodged back, only its armor keeping it from suffering worse wounds as the claws dug into its spindly legs.
Mara had both of her swords out as she clashed with the first of the two kobolds. Their initial exchange was inconclusive, as neither pierced the guard of the other. Similarly, Elevaren found himself more successful than he’d hoped in distracting the other kobold from Jaron. The creature, still suffering from the aftereffects of Elevaren’s witchfire, failed to connect with its initial thrust against the warlock, but likewise the eladrin failed in his first attempt to hex the creature; the blinding effects of the witchfire helped shield it from his eyebite.
The battle was quick, furious, and decisive. The badger was furious, but no match for the veteran kobold warrior. But by the time it had dispatched the creature, Jaron had circled back around the battle, and had recovered his bow. Mara and the second dragonshield continued to fight to a stalemate, until she came in with a low swing that took the kobold’s legs out from under it. Elevaren took a wound as his foe recovered from his initial attack, a shallow gash that ran long his left ribs, but in turn he met its gaze, dazing it with the power of a fey curse. The kobold ran forward, swinging its sword blindly, but Elevaren had drawn back, joining the others to form a wedge with Jaron opposite him, and Mara as the point. A tree guarded their back, protecting them from flanking attacks.
The kobolds likewise regrouped and surged forward, fighting with an almost unnatural ferocity for creatures of their race. Mara met their rush and deflected their attacks with precise sweeps of her two swords. One tried to shift to face Elevaren, but Mara struck it with an extended thrust of her long blade, forcing it to keep its attention on her. Another tried to come around at Jaron, but the ranger fired a precisely-aimed shot into its left hip, staggering it. Already seriously injured, the kobold tried to fall back, only to collapse as blood loss sapped its consciousness.
From there, the collapse was swift. Elevaren cursed the nearby kobold again, opening it to an attack from Mara that opened a deep gash in its throat. The other dragonshield disengaged and fell back, obviously now only interested in flight, but it didn’t make it farther than the log before an arrow from Jaron’s bow brought it down. Mara went to make certain of them; she was too experienced to leave a fallen foe that might be shamming behind them.
Jaron started past her, back the way he’d come, but Mara stopped him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“There were others; they escaped with Beetle. I have to go after them.”
“Gods above, Jaron, you can barely walk. In your current shape, a blind kobold with a blunted spear could take you down. You need to rest.”
Jaron started to protest, but Mara guided him firmly over to the log, where she sat him down and took a look at his wound. He grimaced as she pulled his cap off, revealing the nasty gash in his forehead caused by the kobold sword. Elevaren—and Douven Staul, who’d remained back at a safe distance during the fray—came forward to help. Mara used her waterskin and a clean rag to wash the wound and clear away the sticky blood trailing down his face.
“This is going to leave a scar,” Mara said, as she tore a strip from the cloth and used it to fashion a bandage around his temple. “I would tell you to take it easy for a few days, except I know that you’re not going to listen.”
“If they do have a lair nearby, that’s where they took Beetle,” Jaron said. “We have to get him out of there.”
“They’re going to be expecting us,” Mara said.
“Then we shall have to be clever in our approach,” Elevaren said. “Agreed?”
Jaron nodded, taking his cap back from Mara. His head still hurt, but the bleeding had stopped, and at least his vision had returned to normal. “Agreed,” he said.
Jaron heard the whoosh a moment before the dragonshield staggered back, clutching its head. Mara’s handaxe fell to the ground, a slick of blood trailing on the edge of the blade.
As the kobolds turned, the head of one erupted with the now-familiar white tongues of witchfire. Jaron was quick to take advantage of the respite, staggering to his feet and slipping out past the circle of distracted kobolds. The last of the three thrust its sword at him before he could get fully free, but the halfling had caught his second wind, and the attack merely glanced off his side, biting into his armor without cutting fully through. The kobold shrieked and went after him; the other two turned to face Mara and Elevaren, who were rushing down the slope toward the melee.
Jaron stumbled to the edge of the fallen log. He kicked a rock into the dark mouth of the opening under the log, and then rolled over its top, grimacing as the movement sent another stab of pain through his battered torso. The kobold lunged at him, and might have been able to stab him again if the badger hadn’t surged out of its den, lashing out in a furious lather with its long, curving claws. The kobold let out a yell and dodged back, only its armor keeping it from suffering worse wounds as the claws dug into its spindly legs.
Mara had both of her swords out as she clashed with the first of the two kobolds. Their initial exchange was inconclusive, as neither pierced the guard of the other. Similarly, Elevaren found himself more successful than he’d hoped in distracting the other kobold from Jaron. The creature, still suffering from the aftereffects of Elevaren’s witchfire, failed to connect with its initial thrust against the warlock, but likewise the eladrin failed in his first attempt to hex the creature; the blinding effects of the witchfire helped shield it from his eyebite.
The battle was quick, furious, and decisive. The badger was furious, but no match for the veteran kobold warrior. But by the time it had dispatched the creature, Jaron had circled back around the battle, and had recovered his bow. Mara and the second dragonshield continued to fight to a stalemate, until she came in with a low swing that took the kobold’s legs out from under it. Elevaren took a wound as his foe recovered from his initial attack, a shallow gash that ran long his left ribs, but in turn he met its gaze, dazing it with the power of a fey curse. The kobold ran forward, swinging its sword blindly, but Elevaren had drawn back, joining the others to form a wedge with Jaron opposite him, and Mara as the point. A tree guarded their back, protecting them from flanking attacks.
The kobolds likewise regrouped and surged forward, fighting with an almost unnatural ferocity for creatures of their race. Mara met their rush and deflected their attacks with precise sweeps of her two swords. One tried to shift to face Elevaren, but Mara struck it with an extended thrust of her long blade, forcing it to keep its attention on her. Another tried to come around at Jaron, but the ranger fired a precisely-aimed shot into its left hip, staggering it. Already seriously injured, the kobold tried to fall back, only to collapse as blood loss sapped its consciousness.
From there, the collapse was swift. Elevaren cursed the nearby kobold again, opening it to an attack from Mara that opened a deep gash in its throat. The other dragonshield disengaged and fell back, obviously now only interested in flight, but it didn’t make it farther than the log before an arrow from Jaron’s bow brought it down. Mara went to make certain of them; she was too experienced to leave a fallen foe that might be shamming behind them.
Jaron started past her, back the way he’d come, but Mara stopped him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“There were others; they escaped with Beetle. I have to go after them.”
“Gods above, Jaron, you can barely walk. In your current shape, a blind kobold with a blunted spear could take you down. You need to rest.”
Jaron started to protest, but Mara guided him firmly over to the log, where she sat him down and took a look at his wound. He grimaced as she pulled his cap off, revealing the nasty gash in his forehead caused by the kobold sword. Elevaren—and Douven Staul, who’d remained back at a safe distance during the fray—came forward to help. Mara used her waterskin and a clean rag to wash the wound and clear away the sticky blood trailing down his face.
“This is going to leave a scar,” Mara said, as she tore a strip from the cloth and used it to fashion a bandage around his temple. “I would tell you to take it easy for a few days, except I know that you’re not going to listen.”
“If they do have a lair nearby, that’s where they took Beetle,” Jaron said. “We have to get him out of there.”
“They’re going to be expecting us,” Mara said.
“Then we shall have to be clever in our approach,” Elevaren said. “Agreed?”
Jaron nodded, taking his cap back from Mara. His head still hurt, but the bleeding had stopped, and at least his vision had returned to normal. “Agreed,” he said.