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RuneQuest - Cayuga's Tale - Guardians of Highmead [Upd 29th Sept]
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<blockquote data-quote="PieAndDragon" data-source="post: 3721025" data-attributes="member: 18108"><p><strong>Rescue of Highmead</strong></p><p></p><p>With my faithful hawk’s aerial assistance, we quickly assessed the situation, looking for the best place to start are attack on the forces of chaos. The thought of retreat did not even cross our minds. With Liverpate’s support, I convinced the other two that the archers and axemen guarding the prisoners should be our priority, overcoming Hoisin’s fear of arrows and archers. I wanted to avoid being caught between the archers and another group of warriors, and thought there was a chance of the prisoners being able to aid our battle efforts.</p><p></p><p>In all we counted around two score enemies in the village, odds of around ten to one stacked against us. As I crept toward our targets under a cloak of invisibility, eight foes could be made out protecting the prisoners. The screams of the bound townsfolk had mostly ceased by the time we were ready to attack, with the exception of one particularly vocal prisoner. Taking position among the short grass a short way from the human worshippers of chaos, a few seconds went by before the sounds of hooves and Liverpate’s running steps heralded the arrival of my allies.</p><p></p><p>Feeling the gaze of the Sun Lord upon me, I was the first to attack, hurling a poison-coated javelin into the nearest archer, it’s impact into his leg reduced by bronze plate. Seeing that I had their attention, I ran to engage another archer, drawing out a second javelin as I went. My second throw was also true, but layers of bronze and leather protected the life of this foe too. Clutching my spear in both hands, I fended off the charge of an axe-wielding raider, only to be outnumbered seconds later as he was joined by the archer, who flung aside his bow in favour of a two-handed hammer. </p><p></p><p>Up close, it was apparent that these were not the peaceful folk of Johnstown or the surrounding farming communities. These were once human, but now mutated by the marks of chaos, some missing digits, others marked by strange discolouration and twisted limbs. All were dressed in heavy armour of bronze and leather, well-armed with several weapons. Most wore coarse beards, with unkempt hair and carrying a strong odour of sweat, blood and urine.</p><p></p><p>Glancing over my shoulder I saw my allies entering into fray, Liverpate heading straight for the enemy leader, to be joined moments later by an enemy axeman who had been lying down among the prisoners. Hoisin and Liverpate were also heavily pressed, fending off the attentions of two hammer-toting archers and a pair of axemen while one other archer stood apart, seeking any target he could shoot. It was soon apparent that these were not green troops, but veteran warriors, experienced in the arts of dealing death.</p><p></p><p>My attention soon switched from attempting to kill my foes to trying my utmost to stay alive. A hammer-blow to my sword arm almost knocked my spear from my hands, but I replied by smashing the hammer-haft with my own, taking a quick respite as one foe paused to draw an axe and the other pressed me with a flurry of short swings with his axe. A moment’s glance and I found my friends doing little better. Liverpate still faced two foes, and although Hoisin had slain one raider, the lone archer had joined his allies in hand-to-hand.</p><p></p><p>Switching my attention between my two opponents, I pressed one, then the other, but inevitably dodged one mace, blow too late, a cry escaping my lips as a mace blow crushed a bone in my leg and I was forced to defend desperately from the ground. The leering grins of the axeman and archer soon changed however, as I lashed out with my spear, giving one of them a deep belly wound, which would leave a scar to remember me by. Falling to the ground, it left me one foe and another chance to survey the rest of the battle.</p><p></p><p>One opponent was mirroring Saxony’s actions, caught under a magical enchantment, and another was using his feet and fists, no doubt having lost the rest of his weapon to Hoisin’s destructive blades. Liverpate had dispatched one axeman and now pressed their leader with his axe, soon joined by our twin-bladed Sword-Brother. I was forced to turn my attention back to battling two foes, as the axeman used magic to stabilize his wounds and stand against me once more. </p><p></p><p>At a cry of victory from Hoisin, I saw that the leader of our foe was down, and the battle was ours. With Liverpate’s aid, I overcame my two injured foes, and managed to drag myself to the help destroy the last few foes who stood before us. Battered and injured, we had beaten the first group of raiders, and although the only one prisoner was still alive, we were ready to press on against the warriors of chaos.</p><p></p><p>And so only thirty of our foes remained.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PieAndDragon, post: 3721025, member: 18108"] [B]Rescue of Highmead[/B] With my faithful hawk’s aerial assistance, we quickly assessed the situation, looking for the best place to start are attack on the forces of chaos. The thought of retreat did not even cross our minds. With Liverpate’s support, I convinced the other two that the archers and axemen guarding the prisoners should be our priority, overcoming Hoisin’s fear of arrows and archers. I wanted to avoid being caught between the archers and another group of warriors, and thought there was a chance of the prisoners being able to aid our battle efforts. In all we counted around two score enemies in the village, odds of around ten to one stacked against us. As I crept toward our targets under a cloak of invisibility, eight foes could be made out protecting the prisoners. The screams of the bound townsfolk had mostly ceased by the time we were ready to attack, with the exception of one particularly vocal prisoner. Taking position among the short grass a short way from the human worshippers of chaos, a few seconds went by before the sounds of hooves and Liverpate’s running steps heralded the arrival of my allies. Feeling the gaze of the Sun Lord upon me, I was the first to attack, hurling a poison-coated javelin into the nearest archer, it’s impact into his leg reduced by bronze plate. Seeing that I had their attention, I ran to engage another archer, drawing out a second javelin as I went. My second throw was also true, but layers of bronze and leather protected the life of this foe too. Clutching my spear in both hands, I fended off the charge of an axe-wielding raider, only to be outnumbered seconds later as he was joined by the archer, who flung aside his bow in favour of a two-handed hammer. Up close, it was apparent that these were not the peaceful folk of Johnstown or the surrounding farming communities. These were once human, but now mutated by the marks of chaos, some missing digits, others marked by strange discolouration and twisted limbs. All were dressed in heavy armour of bronze and leather, well-armed with several weapons. Most wore coarse beards, with unkempt hair and carrying a strong odour of sweat, blood and urine. Glancing over my shoulder I saw my allies entering into fray, Liverpate heading straight for the enemy leader, to be joined moments later by an enemy axeman who had been lying down among the prisoners. Hoisin and Liverpate were also heavily pressed, fending off the attentions of two hammer-toting archers and a pair of axemen while one other archer stood apart, seeking any target he could shoot. It was soon apparent that these were not green troops, but veteran warriors, experienced in the arts of dealing death. My attention soon switched from attempting to kill my foes to trying my utmost to stay alive. A hammer-blow to my sword arm almost knocked my spear from my hands, but I replied by smashing the hammer-haft with my own, taking a quick respite as one foe paused to draw an axe and the other pressed me with a flurry of short swings with his axe. A moment’s glance and I found my friends doing little better. Liverpate still faced two foes, and although Hoisin had slain one raider, the lone archer had joined his allies in hand-to-hand. Switching my attention between my two opponents, I pressed one, then the other, but inevitably dodged one mace, blow too late, a cry escaping my lips as a mace blow crushed a bone in my leg and I was forced to defend desperately from the ground. The leering grins of the axeman and archer soon changed however, as I lashed out with my spear, giving one of them a deep belly wound, which would leave a scar to remember me by. Falling to the ground, it left me one foe and another chance to survey the rest of the battle. One opponent was mirroring Saxony’s actions, caught under a magical enchantment, and another was using his feet and fists, no doubt having lost the rest of his weapon to Hoisin’s destructive blades. Liverpate had dispatched one axeman and now pressed their leader with his axe, soon joined by our twin-bladed Sword-Brother. I was forced to turn my attention back to battling two foes, as the axeman used magic to stabilize his wounds and stand against me once more. At a cry of victory from Hoisin, I saw that the leader of our foe was down, and the battle was ours. With Liverpate’s aid, I overcame my two injured foes, and managed to drag myself to the help destroy the last few foes who stood before us. Battered and injured, we had beaten the first group of raiders, and although the only one prisoner was still alive, we were ready to press on against the warriors of chaos. And so only thirty of our foes remained. [/QUOTE]
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