[ic] nameless II: the seventh from seven

[doghead]

Oscar straddles the worg back rather than mounts it as such. The unespected weight on its back suprises the animal into letting go of Cromwell's arm. Oscar yanks back and sideways on the reigns, jerking the creatures head around to the right and forcing it to step back and sink down onto its haunches to avoid falling. Oscar to is forced to step back to avoid sliding down its back and ending up on his bum. Cromwells swing misses, but Nate's catches it a blow under the muzzle. Hewik's spear finds the creature's flank again.

Meanwhile, Sadolath, having picked up his bow again, scrambles up onto the wagon.

The worg twists and snaps at the man holding him. Oscar leaps back, the right arm of of his shirt ripped and bloody {dam: 8}, losing his grip on the creature as he does so. The worg surges to its feet and leaps away through the gap between Oscar and Nate. Cromwell's mace crashes down on its haunches, Nate's across its back {AoO}. Hewik's javlin misses. The creature crashes to the ground at Oscar's feet.

Meanwhile, the three riders and other worg must have cut away to the right and are now north of you. They are moving fast {runx4} but as you watch, they pull up and swing around to face you. They are about 500 to 550 feet from you. There is some rapid gestures, including pointing at both your direction and the direction in which Archer and Lisa went, and a quick exchange between them. Archer and Lisa are nowhere to be seen, although there are several things that could be keeping them from view.

Round 10 complete.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Oscar, you damn fool, we're here to kill them, not domesticate them! Sadoloth, give him anything you have left." He turns to the standing Worgs. "Ready missile weapons again, fire on my signal." He puts his mace back on his belt and draws another Javelin. He knows at that distance they should manage at least one volley before the beasts close again. The blood drips from his wound to wet the dust, but he ignores the pain.

OOC: Full round action to do the weapon switch thing. The closest they can get in one round is 100 feet, so if they do that I give the order to fire and then draw melee weapons again. If they hold off for a round discussing, order those with longbow and shortbow to fire.

 

[DrZombie]

Nate reloads his sling, shooting away at the worgs.

 

[doghead]

Sadolath is the first to see them. Lisa and Archer, quite some way away, but heading back in your direction at a gallop with weapons drawn.

The goblins and worg make no move towards you. Rather, the goblins rise up in the saddles with weapons held high and scream promises of retribution, battle cries, curses and obscenities while the worgs throw back their heads and howl.

Your arrows and bullets you cannot see fall, but there is no visible effect.

The goblins sink back into their saddles and the worgs lower their heads, and as one they turn and sprint off back the way they came, towards the forest in the east.

Archer and Lisa reach the wagon shortly, and a little while later, the field is yours.

 

[Velmont]

Hewik try to stay away from the worgs, and continue to sling the goblin riders.

 

[DrZombie]

Working as fast as he can, Nate tries to calm the horses and gets going as soon as possible.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Let's get going as quickly as we can. They might be back." Cromwell tries not to feel too elated about their victory- after all, they may all still die before they reach the next town....

 

[doghead]

The goblins and their worgs don't return as you get the horses back into the harness. Nor do they reappear as you set off along the road once again (although not for want of looking). The road remains yours until the small group of horsemen appears from around a low rise, heading in your direction at a fast trot. At the sight of you they break into a run. Well, more of a canter really as the horses have obviously been pushed hard.

Soon you can distinguish the dark red of the jerkins that they wear - the colour common to all of the townguard units in the fief. Well, that three of them wear. The other two a civilians, a rough capable looking man in dark browns and greens carrying a longbow and a well dressed young man. They fall in around you. There is a lot of relief, some questions, and the inevitable balling out.

"Good gods Corporal! Do you plan to let that man bleed to death all over the wagon?"

The journey to the gates of the town is mostly uneventful.

"Well by the Four Faces. Its De Reign! Don't you look a sight De Reign. I'd heard that you had fallen on hard times but .... You should have said if you need money, my good fellow. I could have found something for you in our household.

"At least you would of had some decent clothes to wear," he finishes with a sniff. The young man, it seems, knows Oscar.

Otherwise uneventful.

As the town comes into sight and you begin to pass through farmlands, people begin to join the wagon and its escort. By the time you pass through the gates, you have become the center of attention of a fairly large crowd, bubbling full of questions and concerns and, for some, cries of concern for loved ones.

The wagon and riders jerks to a halt in the small square just inside the gates, and the crowd closes up in around it.

 

[DrZombie]

"Stand back, stand back. Let them get some air, for heavens' sake" bellows Nate as the villagers crowd around the wagon. Pointing a finger to someone at random (although self-preservation kicks in when he sees that he's pointing at someone important-looking) "You, eeehrm, no YOU. Go get some priests, these men need their attention pretty fast." Then he can feel a fearsome red colour rising from his shoes up to his face, meeting with his sinking stomach in his nether regions as he realises he's ursurping Cromwells command.

Oh Bugger. Me and my big mouth.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Oscar is fadeing in and out of conciousness. He looks at the man and recognises him. "Well I would have to say that my aiding the town millitia was..." And he passes out again.