Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="jasamcarl" data-source="post: 1693253" data-attributes="member: 1251">Tarowyn, appearing to think better of it, removes his stained boot from the neck of the now dead goblin, "Bhartus, My Lady, you are both correct...let's continue.." On the final word he springs back to a steady run, weaving through the woods, barely keeping within sight of the other members of the Fist, as the flys fall on the slain goblin patrol to your rear.Minutes pass as the forest grows denser and more forboding, yet Tarowyn seems completly undettered as he leads you closer and closer to the goblin camp. If anything he seems to be having fun; he begins to weave arround playfully ( or is that erraticaly) to the right and left of the party's marching  column. Suddenly, Whitney feels a slight *click* under her feat and, before she can react, two javelins fly from the surrounding brush, on on each side of the column. The tip of one barely misses Whitney's throat, instead leaving a long bloody tear on the shoulder end of her enchanted cloak. Even the agile Norri takes a prick to his leg. It was sudden, but no further assualt follows. The woods are again silent. Tarowyn abruptly stops and turns, having been well ahead of the line of fire, "What happened friends?"Whitney takes 10. Norri takes 7.</blockquote>