Hanjia: Weaving through the underbrush silently, Hanjia maneuvered around the battle toward the black, snake-like fighter. As lions stalking their prey, the 3 Aiel warriors surrounded the myrrdraal.
Sensing their comrades' maneuver, the two spearmen in the midst of the scene shifted their focus. The one to the East pressed back against the fade's black-bladed onslaught, drawing it's attention away from the prowling re-enforcements. The other focused its ire upon the two trollocs pressing from the sides, driving them back with a flash of bloody spearpoints. The trolloc closer to Hanjia's position fell with blood running under its breastplate and out its side.
combat: no will save needed until the myrddraal looks at you (once you engage it). keep in mind a 5 foot step in threatened space doesn't incur attacks of opportunity. The third aiel combatant and all of the shadowspawn seem unaware of your presence.
Al'Shain:
(ooc: just 'trollocs' seems too easy)
IC:
The scythe-sword arced down at the driver as the rear horse on the right side of the carriage tried to veer away from the trolloc line. Catching in the harness, the horse jerked the carriage to one side, sending the driver careening across the bench built to seat two as the trolloc's blade cleaved the bench where he was sitting.
The same momentum aided Al'Shain in driving the point of his sword into a gap in the back of the trolloc's armor and deep within it's shoulder. Luckily for it, the beast was already dead.
3 Trollocs grabbed onto the trailing edge of the carriage as the first rank of horses met the trolloc line. An explosion of sound issued from the trolloc ranks as every polearm rose to meet the horses.
Trollocs grow sadistic to a fault when bloodlust runs high, and the trollocs were ready to kill something. The entire line converged on the carriage and attempted to board it. Trollocs, weighing as much as a horse each, stopped the carriage's forward momentum as the persuing force collided with the back.
The carriage bucked as Al'Shain drove his other blade through his enemy's calf.
The carriage jumped as he withdrew his blades from their trolloc sheathes.
The carriage flew, screams piercing the roar of the trolloc swarm below Al'Shain.
The driver seemed to leap skyward from his seat to Al'Shain, only to have the carriage follow him into the sky, the wood itself roaring in protest. Wheels exploded, the doors were torn from their hinges, and weapon-strokes from the trollocs had all but shattered the walls of the carriage.
Al'Shain experienced a very new sensation that day. The sensation of being 30 feet in the air and realizing the ground he's standing on is not only falling, but falling apart.
A sudden calm came over the borderlander as he sailed effortlessly through the air. It seemed to take quite long. He was aware of the carriage crashing down on the converging trolloc horde raining bloody, wooden death on the trollocs, with four innocent people inside. The driver had been shot off behind the trolloc line, as had Al'Shain, but at different angles.
Trolloc limbs seemed to writhe amidst dark mass of confusion and red lumber. Somehow, one of the horses struggled away from the mayhem with a chunk of harness and a piece of the carriage dragging at its side and began running southward.
Al'Shain watched the carriage flatten against the ground like a cake dropped from a great height, smothering the trollocs in a tidal wave of sharp debris that left little moving, save what fell through the air and the fleeing horse.
The driver smacked hard with a muffled thud against the packed clay, rolling quickly to a stop, his limbs flailing limply.
Al'Shain was lucky and landed in the underbrush-ridden ditch beside the road. A thick-barked, 5-inch thick fallen tree that had been cleared from the road long ago broke his fall with a bone-jarring snap.
The ground came up fast all the same, blowing all sense from Al'Shain's world for several moments as he skidded to a stop in the watery muck and leaves, underbrush lashing at him viciously.
The trolloc Al'Shain had wounded that had also been launched from the carriage had not been so lucky. With a series of loud snaps, the beast hit an oak branch with enough force to shear the wood and impale itself 15 feet off the ground, quite dead.
combat: The horse is 40 feet away and burdened by the 7 foot post dragging behind it (-5 to its movement rate until its removed). Al'Shain was propelled 60 feet. the underbrush and softish ground are reducing 3d6 of the falling damage to 2d4 for a total of 19. You held on to one of your swords, the other was lost when you hit the ground but is only 5 feet away (free action to pick it up while moving). you've been reduced to carrying gear only pretty much, with no bow/arrows.
Audrey:
ooc: ditto
