Shades of Netheril (2)

[Capellan]

"Slavers. Pah. Their water is weak."

I cast magic weapon on my quiver of arrows and then move 40' (base move) to the left of the group's original position. This should give me a decent angle to target the Zhentarim without risking my companions' lives.

 

[National Acrobat]

Hmm, good idea he has there. Arcanra, upon seeing that Sul'dan is going to the left of the group's original position will fan out to the right of the group's position so that he can fire arrows from the opposite side, thereby allowing Alexander and Jasper to come in from the center.

 

[EvilMountainDew]

"Damn you people, I was going to kill them!" Tores says trying to make himself seem braver. Tores then Puts on Mage Armour and will follow Arcanra and use arrows also.

 

[djrdjmsqrd]

Ironic

Gavin prepares his bow, turns and sneaks in the shadows along side his compaions, "Here we go agian, eh?"

OOC: I created an OOC for SoN...see link in sig

 

[Felvon Tavor]

As you approach the Zhent camp, a couple half-armored people scramble towards you, hastily grabbed weapons at the ready. Tores, Jasper, and Arcanra fire arrows at the ill-prepared zhents. Both Arcanra, and Jasper's arrows strike home. Jasper's target drops to the ground, grasping the bolt in his chest and gurgling. Arcanra's target is only hit in the leg, but it was sufficient to drop him to a knee. Only two of the Zhent's feel assured enough to continue the charge. The 3 survivors (including the injured one) take refuge in the dunes, about 60 ft in front of the party. They begin screaming wildly for reinforcements.

 

[Capellan]

I load my bow and keep an eye out for further Zhents. I'll take the best shot that presents itself: anyone who comes out of the tents will be my first target, with those cowards in the dunes as a second choice, if they show themselves.

 

[Jemal]

IC: Alexander heads for the most powerful-looking Zhent in range of his steed, sheathing his sword and setting his lance to run the filthy slaver through as he roars a battle cry.

OOC: Quick draw to put away sword and draw lance, then charge whichever looks to be the biggest/toughest/strongest.

 

[National Acrobat]

"Take that, Zhent bastard!" Yells a rather Defiant Arcanra. If I can, I'll shoot him again. If I can't, I'll just wait until a target of opportunity presents itself as I steadily advance. Any reinforcing Zhents will be met with arrows.

 

[Jemal]

OOC: So where's the rest of the posters? Should we open up re-recruitment? (yes I know I'm not one to talk as I sometimes go a day or two myself, but only 3 of us have posted...)

 

[EvilMountainDew]

OOC: BLAH!

IC: "Stupd arrows!" Tores goes from unenthused to ecstatic and goes to run to the front lines. "Lets see how you guys take to some FIRE!"

Tores is going to run up to the front lines *in front of the calvary* and Burning Hands