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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dirigible" data-source="post: 1106244" data-attributes="member: 12631">They travelled for several more hours, Coel searching for elven trailsign a good distance ahead until the beams of dim light lancing down from the canopy announced highsun. Behind him, Urlandt's powerful stride ate up ground at a speed that almost equaled Coel's, much faster than a normal mans. Ellionwy perched awkwardly on his shoulders, murmuring a spell to guide her to edible plants, fruits and nuts in a continuous undertone.As noon arrived, Coel began to hear the sounds of shouting voices in High Elven, Erenlander and Black Speech, along with the sounds of clashing blades and crashing undergrowth. No doubt an orcish scout party he thought to himself, and set about scaling the largest tree within reach.When he ascended above the canopy, Coel saw the source of much of the battle sounds; a wide, clay banked gully lay about 500' ahead, it's sides erroded into a sloping clearing. Goblins of all breeds swarmed though the gap, at least a score  of them, clashing with a band of human soldiers, who were fighting a defensive stand on the nearer side of the clearing. Towering above the goblins, though, was a massive, fierce oruk, clad in blackened scale mail and wielding a wickedly jagged, oruk-sized vardatch.With his legs wrapped tight around he trunk, Coel leaned back a little and eased an arrow out of its quiver and drew it back. He fired...and the arrow fell far short of the target. Too far Coel thought to himself. Need a closer position...Dropping back to the ground, Coel wove through the trees making his way towards the source of the battle clamour. Moments later, he flinched as he felt the rush of air beside him, and the stinging touch of a goblin arrow as it nicked his flank. Spinning and falling into a firing crouch, Coel saw a lesser goblin, flap-eared and squash-faced, squatting on top of a boulder, loading another arrow. Coel raised, pulled, aimed and fired in one smooth action, and his arrow flew deadly-true, catching the goblin in the head and flinging it back with such force that it was pinned to the tree behind it, transfixed through the skull.Quickly, Coel crossed the remaining distance, and found a suitable tree from which to overspy the skirmish. Ascending, he found that the oruk had led a brutal charge against the human line, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake, the goblins on his flanks clearing up and holding off adversaries.Coel took a moment to line up a shot... this time, at closer range, it flew true, cutting a gash in the oruk's cheek. The ten foot tall beast barely flinched, but turned to scan the tree line, with a growl. Suddenly, it barked a command, and several goblins bunched around it, using the varying height of the ground, and holding their shields high to provide cover.Coel fired again... sending one of the guards cartwheeling against it's commander. As he drew another arrow, patient as Death itself, Coel heard a deep-voiced bellow form behind the human band... and the sound of boots approaching.</blockquote>

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