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<blockquote data-quote="PieAndDragon" data-source="post: 3193457" data-attributes="member: 18108"><p><strong>Midnight Battle</strong></p><p></p><p>Burc watched in horror as his companion sank to the ground, slain by a mere touch from his halfling foe. Using defensive manoeuvres to keep the halfling always at a distance, he looked around for aid but found none forthcoming. Derris and Snarf fought off hobgoblin rider and toad mount as the others took cover from the arrows still flying in from the archer out in the swampland. In the end, aid came from an unexpected quarter, a stray bolt from one of his allies striking the halfling priest from behind. As he turned to curse his underling, Burc struck the final blow, the blood of the halfling mingling with crocodile and Xarban’s, as well as some of the dwarf’s own. </p><p></p><p>Burc dealt with the last two halflings quickly, felling one with single axe-blow and letting the other flee back toward the keep. When he reached the campsite once more, the hobgoblin’s body was lying beside the toad the others battled. Lending his axe to the fray, the giant toad joined it’s rider, filled with arrows and covered in deep cuts from different blades. Left with only Wingclipper’s arrows to face, the Company of Rifter took cover among the tents and wood-piles, using wands of healing and the priest’s magics to staunch their many wounds. </p><p></p><p>Their wait was only a short one, as the ranger approached the campsite on his amphibious steed, a cold-iron shortsword clutched in each hand. Derris stood briefly before Wingclipper’s charge, to be cut down by flashing blades as the toad’s tongue wrapped around the berserker’s legs, dragging it to teeth-filled maw. Burc was the bulwark against Wingclipper, landing several heavy blows as the ranger cut desperately around with his blades. As Snarf wrestled desperately with the toad, the dwarf and his allies proved more than the lone Wingclipper had reckoned for, leaving him sorely wounded and outnumbered.</p><p></p><p>With a desperate cry, Wingclipper surrendered, throwing down his swords and shouting that he had failed. Falling from his steed, all the fight appeared to drain from him. No longer commanded by it’s rider, and faced with a vengeful berserker who had broken free, the toad injured toad sprang away into the swamp, disappearing into the night beyond the light of the campfire. Burc watched their sobbing foe, ready to cut down the ranger at any sign of trickery. Appearing not to hear the threats thrown his way, Wingclipper reached beneath his tunic, revealing a locket and horn to his captors.</p><p></p><p>In the next few minutes, the events surrounding the forest became much clearer. After binding Wingclipper’s arms and legs with rope and preventing the berserker from slaying him in cold blood, they pieced together what they had found. The horn appeared to belong to Banba, the satyr who had hired the Company of Rifter to slay the ranger. Wingclipper blamed the death of his sister Medley on Banba, hunting the fey in revenge for her death. How she had died was unclear, but Wingclipper was adamant that the emissary of the Gossamer Court was to blame. Burc could understand vengeance. His homeland was shattered from decades of warfare with the Yeteker hobgoblins and the dwarves regarded all goblinoids with a unfettered hatred.</p><p></p><p>Clearing away the bodies of the fallen, they left Xarban’s corpse by one of the wood-piles, hoping to restore his life through divine magics at a later time. They stripped the ranger of his valuables, taking his magical longbow, finely crafted swords, magical eye, enchanted potions and armour as spoils of battle. From what Wingclipper had told them a druid remained in the keep and they had no desire to take on such a powerful foe while injured and tired. Roasting some toad legs for a midnight snack, the Company of Rifter settled down once more that night. Burc finished his watch and slumped into sleep, letting others watch over their captive, hoping for several hours of peaceful rest.</p><p></p><p>Burc’s dreams were filled with visions of burning trees and armoured hobgoblins, blood-soaked corpses and demonic giant toads. When the morning prayers of the druid and priest awoke him, he made some prayers of his own, thanking his ancestors for his continued life, secure in the knowledge he was forging his own path, one different from that trodden by others of his kind.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PieAndDragon, post: 3193457, member: 18108"] [B]Midnight Battle[/B] Burc watched in horror as his companion sank to the ground, slain by a mere touch from his halfling foe. Using defensive manoeuvres to keep the halfling always at a distance, he looked around for aid but found none forthcoming. Derris and Snarf fought off hobgoblin rider and toad mount as the others took cover from the arrows still flying in from the archer out in the swampland. In the end, aid came from an unexpected quarter, a stray bolt from one of his allies striking the halfling priest from behind. As he turned to curse his underling, Burc struck the final blow, the blood of the halfling mingling with crocodile and Xarban’s, as well as some of the dwarf’s own. Burc dealt with the last two halflings quickly, felling one with single axe-blow and letting the other flee back toward the keep. When he reached the campsite once more, the hobgoblin’s body was lying beside the toad the others battled. Lending his axe to the fray, the giant toad joined it’s rider, filled with arrows and covered in deep cuts from different blades. Left with only Wingclipper’s arrows to face, the Company of Rifter took cover among the tents and wood-piles, using wands of healing and the priest’s magics to staunch their many wounds. Their wait was only a short one, as the ranger approached the campsite on his amphibious steed, a cold-iron shortsword clutched in each hand. Derris stood briefly before Wingclipper’s charge, to be cut down by flashing blades as the toad’s tongue wrapped around the berserker’s legs, dragging it to teeth-filled maw. Burc was the bulwark against Wingclipper, landing several heavy blows as the ranger cut desperately around with his blades. As Snarf wrestled desperately with the toad, the dwarf and his allies proved more than the lone Wingclipper had reckoned for, leaving him sorely wounded and outnumbered. With a desperate cry, Wingclipper surrendered, throwing down his swords and shouting that he had failed. Falling from his steed, all the fight appeared to drain from him. No longer commanded by it’s rider, and faced with a vengeful berserker who had broken free, the toad injured toad sprang away into the swamp, disappearing into the night beyond the light of the campfire. Burc watched their sobbing foe, ready to cut down the ranger at any sign of trickery. Appearing not to hear the threats thrown his way, Wingclipper reached beneath his tunic, revealing a locket and horn to his captors. In the next few minutes, the events surrounding the forest became much clearer. After binding Wingclipper’s arms and legs with rope and preventing the berserker from slaying him in cold blood, they pieced together what they had found. The horn appeared to belong to Banba, the satyr who had hired the Company of Rifter to slay the ranger. Wingclipper blamed the death of his sister Medley on Banba, hunting the fey in revenge for her death. How she had died was unclear, but Wingclipper was adamant that the emissary of the Gossamer Court was to blame. Burc could understand vengeance. His homeland was shattered from decades of warfare with the Yeteker hobgoblins and the dwarves regarded all goblinoids with a unfettered hatred. Clearing away the bodies of the fallen, they left Xarban’s corpse by one of the wood-piles, hoping to restore his life through divine magics at a later time. They stripped the ranger of his valuables, taking his magical longbow, finely crafted swords, magical eye, enchanted potions and armour as spoils of battle. From what Wingclipper had told them a druid remained in the keep and they had no desire to take on such a powerful foe while injured and tired. Roasting some toad legs for a midnight snack, the Company of Rifter settled down once more that night. Burc finished his watch and slumped into sleep, letting others watch over their captive, hoping for several hours of peaceful rest. Burc’s dreams were filled with visions of burning trees and armoured hobgoblins, blood-soaked corpses and demonic giant toads. When the morning prayers of the druid and priest awoke him, he made some prayers of his own, thanking his ancestors for his continued life, secure in the knowledge he was forging his own path, one different from that trodden by others of his kind. [/QUOTE]
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