Fair enough..
Hanjia:
The trollocs in the road had formed a good, solid line. The highly skilled desert warriors kept a healthy dose of confusion in the mix, though, preventing the shadowspawn from forming an effective counterstrike and still hold the road.
To Hanjia's best guess, the trollocs were not present in the numbers she had been worried about. There were many of them, but perhaps a fist at most scattered throughout the area, many of them dead by now.
Her arrow barely finding flesh, Hanjia heard human cries of pain for the first time that day. From the south, where 2 bands were supposedly working to keep the flanks clear. Trolloc roars sounded soon after, perhaps 100 feet away through the cover of the forest.
combat: Hanjia hit with her arrow. a wisdom check was made to see how accurately Hanjia could interpret reports from other groups that cross paths with hers to venture a guess at the number of trollocs about. A listen check was also made, which succeeded.
Al'Shain:
Whipping his blades about as he spun to face his new rivals, Al'Shain absently complimented himself on the pair of quick, clean kills and hoped he could keep the pace up.
Al'Shain dropped to one knee and plunged his swords downward at 2 of the clinging trollocs. From their akward position, neither beast could aptly dodge the swordstrokes, and Al'Shain connected with each blade. The grinding sound coming from the wheels of the moving vehicle eased immediately as one of the trollocs clutched his wound with the hands that were holding his weight to the carriage a moment earlier. Al'Shain ducked back to avoid any retaliation or low blows as the two remaining trollocs climbed over the edge.
The borderlander had a moment to survey the situation before the next pair of enemies would be in a position to engage him.
Fewer than 30 trollocs persued behind the carriage, and a few more were joining from the woodland surrounding the road. The few beasts that decided to stay at full pace while charging through the forest were dropping fast. The half-dozen archer trollocs were not far behind on the road; just out of bow range but keeping a steady pace.
The formed line on the road was rapidly approaching, and seemed to be in the trollocs' standard state of disarray. Trollocs came to the line at a trickle, but it did not seem to be swelling. Al'Shain couldn't get a clear count, having just glimpsed the formation, but he estimated about 15 at first glance, and as many this time. Had he time to ponder, Al'Shain might have noted the discrepancy that didn't account for the 8-10 trollocs he saw running to the line or across the road each time.
As it was, Al'Shain only glanced at the approaching formation, and silently willed a quick prayer to the Creator that the horses would not faulter, that they would charge that line like they must.
"We must break through. We'll be swarmed any other way." Al'Shain growled to himself as the 2 beasts, one wounded, one just tired from the chase, rose to their feet at the edge of the roof.
Al'Shain's words were lost to the wind, but the driver seemed to hear them all the same, and redoubled his vigorous lashing of the whip as he shouted louder and faster at the horses to 'Git on!' or 'Bloody MOVE!'
One of the 2 trollocs failed the climb check to retain his hold after being struck. 2 are now on the carriage, one uninjured, the other having taken 10 damage. The next wave of trollocs will take hold of the carriage at the end of the next round (the one you're posting for), impact with the formation will occur 3 rounds after that.
Audrey:
"A gray man you say?" Audrey thought she detected a hint of suprise in the Aes Sedai's voice. "There doesn't seem to be anyone here now, you may untie your weave and release saidar ." She said, now in a more commanding tone.
"Audrey, right?" The sister asked. Audrey vaguely remembered having studied with this sister for several days with 3 other girls, going over some of the finer points of weaving Air in conjunction with Spirit. Diafeni was the name Audrey's mind placed to the Aes Sedai.
Hanjia:
The trollocs in the road had formed a good, solid line. The highly skilled desert warriors kept a healthy dose of confusion in the mix, though, preventing the shadowspawn from forming an effective counterstrike and still hold the road.
To Hanjia's best guess, the trollocs were not present in the numbers she had been worried about. There were many of them, but perhaps a fist at most scattered throughout the area, many of them dead by now.
Her arrow barely finding flesh, Hanjia heard human cries of pain for the first time that day. From the south, where 2 bands were supposedly working to keep the flanks clear. Trolloc roars sounded soon after, perhaps 100 feet away through the cover of the forest.
combat: Hanjia hit with her arrow. a wisdom check was made to see how accurately Hanjia could interpret reports from other groups that cross paths with hers to venture a guess at the number of trollocs about. A listen check was also made, which succeeded.
Al'Shain:
Whipping his blades about as he spun to face his new rivals, Al'Shain absently complimented himself on the pair of quick, clean kills and hoped he could keep the pace up.
Al'Shain dropped to one knee and plunged his swords downward at 2 of the clinging trollocs. From their akward position, neither beast could aptly dodge the swordstrokes, and Al'Shain connected with each blade. The grinding sound coming from the wheels of the moving vehicle eased immediately as one of the trollocs clutched his wound with the hands that were holding his weight to the carriage a moment earlier. Al'Shain ducked back to avoid any retaliation or low blows as the two remaining trollocs climbed over the edge.
The borderlander had a moment to survey the situation before the next pair of enemies would be in a position to engage him.
Fewer than 30 trollocs persued behind the carriage, and a few more were joining from the woodland surrounding the road. The few beasts that decided to stay at full pace while charging through the forest were dropping fast. The half-dozen archer trollocs were not far behind on the road; just out of bow range but keeping a steady pace.
The formed line on the road was rapidly approaching, and seemed to be in the trollocs' standard state of disarray. Trollocs came to the line at a trickle, but it did not seem to be swelling. Al'Shain couldn't get a clear count, having just glimpsed the formation, but he estimated about 15 at first glance, and as many this time. Had he time to ponder, Al'Shain might have noted the discrepancy that didn't account for the 8-10 trollocs he saw running to the line or across the road each time.
As it was, Al'Shain only glanced at the approaching formation, and silently willed a quick prayer to the Creator that the horses would not faulter, that they would charge that line like they must.
"We must break through. We'll be swarmed any other way." Al'Shain growled to himself as the 2 beasts, one wounded, one just tired from the chase, rose to their feet at the edge of the roof.
Al'Shain's words were lost to the wind, but the driver seemed to hear them all the same, and redoubled his vigorous lashing of the whip as he shouted louder and faster at the horses to 'Git on!' or 'Bloody MOVE!'
One of the 2 trollocs failed the climb check to retain his hold after being struck. 2 are now on the carriage, one uninjured, the other having taken 10 damage. The next wave of trollocs will take hold of the carriage at the end of the next round (the one you're posting for), impact with the formation will occur 3 rounds after that.
Audrey:
"A gray man you say?" Audrey thought she detected a hint of suprise in the Aes Sedai's voice. "There doesn't seem to be anyone here now, you may untie your weave and release saidar ." She said, now in a more commanding tone.
"Audrey, right?" The sister asked. Audrey vaguely remembered having studied with this sister for several days with 3 other girls, going over some of the finer points of weaving Air in conjunction with Spirit. Diafeni was the name Audrey's mind placed to the Aes Sedai.
