The Four Lands - Southern Operatives

[Redclaw]

Still cursing his ineffective fire, Padraig follows behind his fellow operatives.

 

[Leif]

Nijel Bladesong

"If possible, we need to take the high ground and not surrender it. But that may be a luxury that we cannot afford, either."

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Katherine

"Nigel, my friend, I thought our task was to break through and escape! 'Tis not knightly, I know, but it is the job we were given."

 

[Leif]

Nijel Bladesong

"Nijel, my friend, I thought our task was to break through and escape! 'Tis not knightly, I know, but it is the job we were given."

"I suppose you're right, of course, Katherine. But leaving just one of these unsavory scoundrels able to draw even one breath of the sweet air with his foul lungs makes my blood boil! We must, nevertheless, obey our orders. Perhaps vengeance may yet be ours to claim further on."

 

[Rhun]

"Although I agree with your feeling Nijel, we have no choice. We must reach the Lord Marshall." Cairnwalker points with his sword to the west. "West, ho!"

 

[Leif]

Nijel Bladesong

"Yes, you are unquestionably right. Still, I wonder what it is that draws me so strongly toward an ill-advised action? One might almost call it somewhat chaotic!"

 

[Rhun]

Roak smiles as he answers the young knight. "Glory and honor!"

 

[Dracomeander]

Ewan pauses his horse waiting for the others, searching for more targets to give his 'Message' to.

"For those of our level of training, it is far easier to feel the call to battle. The more difficult path is to follow orders to flee the battle. If we pause much longer, we won't have a choice as the battle will catch us. Let's ride so I can get somewhere where I can get off this blasted horse."

 

[Scotley]

Alban

"Yes, we must keep moving. Our time will come later. For now the task is to survive." He makes a powerful swing down with his Long Axe (1d20+10=30) virtually chopping a foe in twain. "Of course one should not pass up the opportunities the Light presents either."

[sblock=OOC]Crit Check (1d20+10=19) if the 19 hits then damage (3d12+21=36). Ouch. I hope that was a big sucker.[/sblock]

 

[Pyrex]

Aidan Bladesong, Warlock

"Yes, you are unquestionably right. Still, I wonder what it is that draws me so strongly toward an ill-advised action? One might almost call it somewhat chaotic!"

"More like stubborn. Let 'em run, our mission is more important."

As he pulls his horse around to the west, Aidan lets one more blast fly at any of the fleeing rabble who remain in range to keep them running

OOC:
SA: Eldritch Blast Attack: (1d20+6=11). Damage: (3d6=12)
Move: Ride 60' West