Devil's Plow - Leaving Ironcraig

[Ringmereth]

Just wanted some confirmation. Thanks.

 

[Komodo]

With a quick nod of thanks to Jonath, Troll stands and flexes his arms, working his shoulders to get the stiffness out of them. Tucking his sword into his belt, the hobgoblin takes an arrow from his quiver and nocks it onto his bowstring, then crouches down and scans the area for the ambushers.

 

[Ringmereth]

As the occupants of the camp scramble to hide amongst the rocks and sparse vegetation on the mountain pass, no more deadly projectiles rain down from the mountainside. As Ethiann sends his arrow flying into the stones above, though, he realizes too late that their assailant had instead spent his time relocating to a superior position-or at least one that remains unilluminated by the magical light emenating from the arrow.

Meanwhile, the paladin brings his blade crashing down upon Troll's manacles. Cleanly severing a link, they dangle free from his wrists. The warriors, still safely concealed by a boulder, turn back to the darkness, seeing nothing-though they do hear their leader's footsteps as he runs to the cover they crouch behind. Quietly, he whispers an offer. "He's a fine shot, but we know not his skill with a blade. This be a bad place to charge him from, but just waiting for him to flank us won't help us any."

Tobe, peeking out from behind a slim tree, overhears the Duke's words. While he keeps his eyes focused on the dark mountain, they spy no sign of the archer.

 

[Steve Gorak]

Cursing to himself for wasting a spell, Ethian will ready an arrow and watch for the enemy archer, hoping to fire first.

 

[PsYcHoTiC]

Jonath dares to peek his head out, trying to glimpse at his enemy through his darkvision.