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Message: <blockquote data-quote="PieAndDragon" data-source="post: 3534756" data-attributes="member: 18108">Boars the Size of HorsesThe air grew cooler as we headed toward troll lands, heavy with the distinct scent their kind carry. We had left the main caravan now, our two wagons making a lonely trek along a barren trail, with myself and my companions as vigilant guards. On one particular day, something didn’t feel right about the scenery around, but my eyes and ears could find no threat on the roadside. The habitations were mixed here, some areas of trolls and some of human, our kind growing less populous as we grew further from Johnstown.My misgivings proved correct, as several bandits attacked our small caravan in the early afternoon. Grim-faced human warriors, armed with spears and shields, riding great boars, the size of horses. They were tuskers, the lowest type of sellsword found in these lands. They caught us unawares, charging from their hiding places, intent on crippling the horses so our wagons could not escape. Hoisin was the quickest to react, blocking two from horseback as another dozen charged past him.Three made for the back wagon, leaving their companions to deal with the lead horses., attacking the defenceless creatures with spears and tusks. Khaki attempted to defend the beasts, aided by Dyllon’s Chalana Arroy magics, which sent several of our foes, boar and riders alike, into deep slumber. I sent flaming arrows into the tuskers heading to the rear wagon, aided by Liverpate’s poleaxe and Lorange’s sling. As the surprise of the bandits attack wore off and tuskers fell to arrows, blade and axe, the battle turned to our favour.Liverpate finished what I began, and we turned to aid the follower of Sevanka, hard pressed by two tuskers and their boars. Hoisin had the upper had against his foes, and Lorange had yet to engage any foe. Our axe-wielding ally arrived in time to save Khaki, driving off the last of the boars and their riders and allowing Dyllon to staunch the lifeblood flowing from Khaki with prayers to the healing goddess.Although two horses had been lost, we had driven off our foes, slaying several and capturing two more. For the first time, we had earned our pay.We decided to camp where we were, as it was unlikely that our attackers would return. Much to my disgust and against my wishes, Murias decided to release the tuskers who awoke from Dyllon’s slumber. I argued that bandits like these should be hung, but no others seemed to care, except Hoisin who was unsure as to our authority here. In the wilderness, the strong have the authority, and I would never expect a merchant to let bandits go so lightly. Maybe we should have cut off their hands at the very least.Hoisin burnt the fallen tuskers and their one boar, insisting on wasting much good boar-meat in the process. After a long and draining argument over religious beliefs, he finally relented, allowing Khaki and myself to feast on a well-done boar’s leg. Never have I travelled with a warrior with such narrow religious views. By right the decision should have gone to Liverpate, the boar’s killer, but he seems unable to stand up to his fellow Hemakt companion, letting initiate have the say over the lay member.Beyond a strange vial of liquid and a valuable gem found on the boar, the tuskers had little of value, their equipment being dirty, old and barely usable. We left early the next day, on the lookout for any more dangers.</blockquote>

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