Outside, the torch-lit scene on the commander's hill is chaos. Cyran guards clash with a pack of much smaller goblins, who howl viciously as they launch themselves bodily onto their prey. Other goblins shoot fire arrows into the tent. About one hundred feet away, near the rim of the hill and the path that leads down to the valley floor, a taller menacing figure stands with hands on hips. A shimmer of force surrounds it, and it appears to be wearing a rag-tag robe bedecked with dozens of tiny bones and skulls.
Hobgoblin, thinks Redclaw immediately, heart racing with hatred. His arrow races through the narrow space of enjoined combatants and seems to slow down the tiniest bit as it breaches the shimmering shield surrounding the creature. It thunks home into its side with a satisfying meaty sound. The hobgoblin spellcaster clutches its side in pain.
As everyone races out of the tent, Colonel Dansern in tow, the goblin troops turn en masse to regard you with gleeful predatory eyes. You can see their gazes lock onto the fuming Cyran commander. Those with bows immediately train them on Dansern.
As Grace leaps forward into the melee as the others size up the situation, Dansern yells to a nearby guard, "Get the chest out of the tent, sergeant! The warforged need the final messengers!" He tries unsuccessfully to free his arm from Fixem's iron grip.
[sblock=OOC]Erran hits, dealing 10 points of damage to the hobgoblin. Here's a rough map of the situation. To the east the hill drops off gradually to the valley floor. To the west, the hill abuts a larger mountain. Two squares = 5 feet.

Zurai can still use this round to attack should he wish, since he said he was moving to engage. I need an action from Craft before it's the gobbos' turn.[/sblock]