OOC: Check the map which has been altered to include the treeline and confirm your places. Also, please roll initiative and let me know what weapons if any you have readied.
A cool wind blows and you have the disturbing sense that midnight has passed. The sound of the hounds changes as they are let loose into the jungle. Their yips and barks are random as they look for the scent. Eventually one lets out an exultant howl that makes the hairs stand up on the back of your necks. No doubt the howl is coming from the area of where you came to the surface. The others begin to form up into a pack with their barking becoming more regular. They are moving in your direction. Gnurl receives a mental image of terror from his familiar and moments later Featherwind comes streaking down with a snap of wings and lands so hard that Gnurl is very nearly knocked from his feet. The bird clings to his back and screeches out a frantic report.
[sblock=Gnurl]They saw me! That counts nephew. He leaped into the air and turned into a great big bat and started after me. He was gonna eat me! After some efforts to calm the frightened avian, Gnurl gets the impression that the hounds are coming first followed by a small band of orcs with boar spears and crossbows. The count, the lead huntsman orc and the nephew were bringing up the rear. They should be here in less than half an hour. [/sblock]
Scotley--if there is no line of sight for Zurrik, he will teleport down away from the others and then teleport (50 ft per rd) to a spot to warm up the attackers from afar (<250 ft).
Newly added: The idea is to teleport away from the path we used before so the hounds will lose the scent when they turn towards me to respond to my distant attack.
H'Roosh stands calmly in place, quieting his mind and preparing for combat. A last minute thought spurs him to take out a Tanglefoot bag with the hope of holding one of the creatures in the middle of the spikes. He places the bag carefully in the sand at his feet, ready to be picked up at a moment's notice.
Gnurl gives Featherwind a quick little kiss, and thanks her for helping like that. "Here they come, guys! Featherwind tells me that the hounds are coming first followed by a small band of orcs with boar spears and crossbows. The count, the lead huntsman orc and the nephew were bringing up the rear. They should be here in less than half an hour. I hope we're ready for them!"
"Geoffrey, I'd certainly appreciate it if you could find it in your heart to give me a minor curative blessing?" {OOC: asking for a cure minor wounds (0-level Orison) or two}
The baying hounds get closer. They really sound more like wild wolves than proper hunting hounds, but clearly they have your trail and have passed the point where you fought the snakes and the forest where you considered making your stand.
[sblock=Zurrik and Radoon]Spot checks please.[/sblock]