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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pathfinderq1" data-source="post: 4816475" data-attributes="member: 48394">[sblock=context]-=-=-= On the mountain side =-=-=-Stonebearer push down the cliff an orc who falls twenty meters in the river that flow there. He barely have time to take his breath when two other orcs fall on him. He starts to be overwhlem as he heard a piercing bird-like sound. The two orcs raise there head to see where it come from, which give an opening and stab an orc. The other is about to trust his spear in an opening the Goliath have done when another piercing sound happen and the orc stop his move, falling on the ground, an arrow in his neck. He raise his eyes an see an elf shooting another arrow at an orc near the shaman, but he sees his arrow block by the shield.The Orc shaman, seeing the new threat, throw a acid projectile that hit the elf. He put his hand to his eyes, blinded by the acid, but a light come from behind and go hit the shield orc. The elf eyes glow a moment too and then he draw another arrow. The elf shout at the Goliath. "No time to play, we must retreat toward the Hold."[/sblock]The goliath was a massive figure, even by the standards of his race- part of that was his heavy black scale armor, topped with a dull grey helm whose face-plate resembled a dire bear.  He towered over the fallen orcs, the blackwood glaive in his hands lashing out like a fast-moving slice of the night sky to clip each of the creatures.  He turned at the sound of the elf's voice, but there was no sense of recognition in the eyes hidden within the bear helm- there was only a glare of furious anger.  He roared again, a wordless shout of challenge.From the shadows at the edge of the cliff face, there was a shrill cry- a single word in some unrecognizable language, or perhaps a name.  The voice was high and sharp, but rang clear through the chaos of the fight.  An instant later, the speaker was visible- a tiny figure clad in soft grey and green, no larger than a human child but carrying a bow with an arrow nocked and ready.  At her cry, Stonebear shook his helmed head once, as if awakening from a deep sleep- or mindless rage...  Then he shouted back in the elf's direction.   "I hear you!"  Moving carefully, he began to back slowly away from the fight, keeping his attention and his glaive pointed towards the orcs.  The smaller figure, likely a gnome or a halfling, scampered along the cliff wall then broke into a run to join the goliath- she paused to snap off an arrow of her own.  At first it looked as if the shaft would miss, but at the last instant the shield-bearing orc (perhaps distracted by the elven archer) shifted directly into the arrow's path.  He gave a grunt of pain, and the tiny archer responded with a light and mocking laugh.  "Come on, big brother," she called to the goliath, now leading him in careful retreat as she drew another arrow.</blockquote>

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