Uiim nods, and adds, "Be careful and stay with the group - if you get seperated, I do not think we will be able to come back for you..." There is a deadly seriousness, but no malice, in his voice. On the contrary, Osric has no doubt that the words came from genuine care and worry from the old gnome.
Osric nods to Uiim in silent understanding. He then smiles darkly at both Uiim and Log and says, "Just let them come within striking distance of me. They'll think twice before they do it again."
Tau follows behind the rest of the group directing the horses on the wagon to follow the carriages as usual. He grabs his blindfold that he normally wears and ties it around his head above his eyes for now, ready to lower it and manifest his ability.
From what the villagers tell you, both Cantus and his mother lived here all of there lives and rarely ever traveled. Although you notice that they seem to actively avoid speaking of a father. However, your investigation is cut short by Uiim's call and you return to the carriages.
The villagers around you scatter, the cries of alarm going out like wildfire. Many flee into their shacks, the clattering of shutters and doors being locked and barred creates a background symphony. Others, taking up what few belongings they can carry make their way for the woods to the north and south, hoping to disappear, perhaps for a short time while the Mythar are here. In moments it is just the troupe and their carriages in the centre of the town, although they can feel the eyes of those within their homes on them anxiously.
OOC:
Uiim, Nassitch & Log-A-Log, I don't think I have statblocks from you three, it'd be helpful in combat
The silence is swiftly broken by the yip of a stray dog, which bolts through the center of town. The horses whinny and the reins tremble for a moment in their drivers hands, itching to go. Kimble perks up, darting his head about, looking for the source of the noise, but with a word, Kromgron stills the dog who heads for one of the beds.
Sitting atop the wagon, Tau makes out a shifting grey between some of the shacks. His keen eyes quickly pick out forms, the Huom had slipped around to the sides; they were coming in to ambush. In a single motion, perfected only by the elves, Tau looses an arrow to the bowstring towards one of the grey forms. The shaft flying true, you hear a cry of pain, embedded into the stomach of one of warriors.
The satisfaction on Tau's face is shattered by the glimmer of flying metal in the morning rays, The first blade flying wide, not even nearing the wagon takes a chunk off of the corner of a shack, the second dips low but merely glances off of the wagon, another however is lost in the glare of the sun and it slips across his shoulder tearing a light gash, another thud follows as a fourth oddly-shaped blade sinks into the side of the wagon.
The rest of the troupe can now make out a number of grey forms distributed amongst the shacks around the centre of town, most of them partially concealed by buildings.
Was already half-way through writing the next post sequence which started with Tau firing first before any call. I thought you had already given them permission.
"Fire!!!!", Uiim screams, "Drivers, hold until the first volley, then ride!"
The old gnome waits until all of his team have loosed their arrows or powers and then he snaps the reigns, spurring the horses to action. As they tear out, Uiim yells to the Mythar, "Come and get us, ya thick-headed sods! We have what ya want and ye'll not catch us to get it!" He then laughs manacially, hoping and praying that all of them will follow...
*Kromgron doesn't care to lose one of his shotputs, and he knows they have poor range anyways. He settles for bellowing loudly at the figures, trying to keep their attention on the wagons, rather than the houses.*
