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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 6690780" data-attributes="member: 16069">Chapter 2: The Lord of Battle. POSTED“Looks like two dead horses.” Grimm stated, and then grabbed out a javelin and strode forward.“Should we wake...” Zalt started but Hellwhip hissed him into silence, the ranger was off the cart and bow in hand in less than a second. Somewhat reluctantly, and with much less grace, Zalt followed suit- clutching a light crossbow in his hands. A second or two later the weapon was loaded, his hands shook a little but he hung on to the device and swallowed hard.In the back of the cart the priest of Tempus, the great lord of battle, dreamed of glory.“Definitely dead. Arrows!” The paladin called back, and pointed at the arrows embedded in the flanks of the horses- it was the kind of thing he did, a lot, state the obvious and then point at it, just to make sure everyone was on the same page. Hellwhip frantically signalled for the paladin to quiet his noise but the warrior was no longer looking in the ranger's direction. Grimm's gaze was fixed on the goblin in a bush a little way ahead of him. The miserable creature was struggling to draw its bow, it didn't help that the bush was a bramble. The goblin yelped and sucked on its now bleeding thumb.“Goblin!” The paladin shouted, pointing at the creature with his javelin, and then rushed forward to stab at it. The goblin was much too quick- it danced sideways and out of the bush, and then skittered a little way up the road. A moment later it stopped, as if remembering itself, and then turned and deftly fired an arrow into Grimm's left leg.“It shot me!” The paladin declared, and then pointed at the offending missile embedded in his calf.Hellwhip sighed loudly and shook his head, and then fired an arrow clean through the goblin's neck. The creature thumped hard into the dirt of the road, scrabbled furiously at the ragged hollow in its throat and gargled its last words to the world, but nobody was listening. Three more goblins launched themselves out of the surrounding foliage, two clutching scimitars, rushed to threaten Hellwhip- the ranger shaped and shimmied, and emerged unscathed and smiling from their assault.The last goblin emerged clutching a shortbow, and standing no more than ten feet away from Grimm- it smiled at the paladin and then fired. The arrow thunked into the paladin's chain armour and instantly rebounded, landing a good six feet away, closer to the goblin than Grimm. “Missed” the paladin of Tymora stated, and then in one swift motion drew his greatsword, flung himself forward, and cut the creature in two. At the same moment Hellwhip dropped his bow, drew one of his two shortswords and gutted one of the goblins before him.The other, the last survivor of the goblin ambush, was off and running. Not fast enough, a grinning Grimm quickly in pursuit, ten seconds later it was dead.And then silence, if only for a short while.“They're dead” Grimm stated, and then waved his greatsword vaguely in the direction of the fallen.A minute or so later Hellwhip put his hand on Zalt's shoulder, the suspicious half-elf span around- “What? What do you want?” he firmly stated, drawing himself up inside, ready for any threat.“Why didn't you fire?” the ranger plainly asked, and tapped the crossbow still clutched in Zalt's hands.“I did.” Zalt insisted, and then a moment later, when he had remembered, “Twice!” he stated, with a certain amount of pride.Hellwhip moved off, smirking.Zalt continued to stare at the ranger's back his thoughts racing- the words came to him as they always did- unbidden. No, not words- sounds in the shape of words that echoed, advancing and receding like the roar and shush of the waves. The warlock suddenly span around, his crossbow cocked and ready, reacting to the sound of movement behind him.“Sorry... I just...” Zyler clutching at his nether parts stumbled and sprawled out of the back of the cart, picked himself up from the dirt and dashed for a nearby copse of trees. “I just have to... it's coming” he hollered and then fled for cover.Is this adventuring? Zalt fretted, as the noises in his head grew quiet again.</blockquote>

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