The Emperor of Solmaria

The humaniod creatures continue to move forward, their mones seeming to become less eary as they get closer, the echo reseeding in the background. The green glow from them seems to create more shadow then light, though they seem not to be hindered in any way.

They seem unaware of the companions. They are about 40' off, and it'll be less then a minute before they overcome the parties present posision.
 

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I'll try to turn them, but even if I succeed, we'd still have to deal with them if we need to pass by. The turning doesn't last that long. If we're lucky we'll split them up so they're easier to deal with.

If they turn out to be undead, Kinden will try turning them.
 
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"Lady Lenya, make good use of the crossbow on my back. I will not have you unarmed." He turns on Dylan, "Put that sword to work! Sir Dar, shall we advance or wait for them?" He tucks his mace under his arm hurriedly and hands some bolts and his crossbow to Lenya, knowing she has nerve enough to take them.
 
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hippocrachus said:
"Lady Lenya, make good use of the crossbow on my back. I will not have you unarmed." He turns on Dylan, "Put that sword to work! Sir Dar, shall we advance or wait for them?" He tucks his mace under his arm hurriedly and hands some bolts and his crossbow to Lenya, knowing she has nerve enough to take them.

Dylan offers the warrior a sour look of disgust and draws his sword.

Trying to hide the shaking in his hands, the young bard takes an unsure step forward and braces himself forcing his panic down.
 

The group realizes that anyone with range attacks will be able to get in two attacks before the melee fighters engage the creatures, if they so choose.
 



hippocrachus said:
"Lady Lenya, make good use of the crossbow on my back. I will not have you unarmed." He turns on Dylan, "Put that sword to work! Sir Dar, shall we advance or wait for them?" He tucks his mace under his arm hurriedly and hands some bolts and his crossbow to Lenya, knowing she has nerve enough to take them.
"We'd better wait. Let's form two lines: me, Sir Xanthas, and..." he pauses form a moment to look at the bard from the feet to the head and back, clearly evaluating him "and...Dylan, is it? on the front, ready to charge at them should our cleric friend succeed, or to fend them off otherwise; and the bowmen and our sweet lady behind, ready to fire at my sign" he then waits for them to nock their arrows and have a clear shot "Now! FIRE!"
 

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