[The Mythar Resistance] On The Trail

[Guest 11456]

Layonarai Leafrunner - Female Elf Spirit Shaman 5

The beautiful elven shaman stirs from her spot and moves to Uiim. It is evident that she is still a bit shaken by her experience but that she is noticably better.

"I am ready to aid in what ever way I can!"

 

[Ashy]

The beautiful elven shaman stirs from her spot and moves to Uiim. It is evident that she is still a bit shaken by her experience but that she is noticably better.

"I am ready to aid in what ever way I can!"

Uiim looks up from his preparations and nods, smiling, despite the conditions. "Please warn the townsfolk...and quickly."

 

[Erekose13]

Tau puts the last of his gear into the wagons that they had packed the night before then joins Olivia and Layonarai in rounding up the villagers. He keeps his eyes open for his friend Log, curious where he has gotten to this time. As he goes around town with the ladies, he will call out to the village summoning everyone back to the town square. Any one he sees on the street he will tell them directly to proceed back to the square.

 

[Ashy]

Uiim's keen eyes pick up the swaying movements of many of the dark fir trees off to one side of the village and his blood runs cold. Normally, swaying trees would not, of course, be any more of a consideration than would the flight of a bird.

However, this day there is no wind...

There are no sounds of birds or forest creatures...

Someone - many someones, in fact - are in the woods...

They are coming this way...

"Everyone, into the wagons! Those of you with bows, find a window or secure yourself atop a wagon and make good use of your arrows. Osric and Kromgron, each of you to the rear of a wagon - protect those within!" With that, the old gnome, all his gear now in place and ready for combat, leaps into the driver's seat.

"Hurry! Hurry! The Mythar are comin'!", he yells...

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Excitement and fear war in Kromgron's gut as he leaps onto the wagon, his axe Bullcleaver in one hand, and a fearsome expression on his face.*

"Come on! Get in the wagons!" he bellows, fear for the others in his voice.

 

[Keia]

Nassitch (male Kobold) Ranger/Egoist 2/3

"Come on, Kimble, play time is over," Nassitch cautioned Kimble. He hustled to the wagons and Kimble followed on his heels. Once in the wagon, Nassitch told Kimble to sit and stay, then he readied his bow for the coming attack.

OOC: GM Spoiler

Spoiler

[Nassitch will power Inertial Armor - *no visual display* (for 3 pts), Chameleon - *smell of wet dog*(for 1 pt), and just before beginning to fire, Animal Affinity - Dex - *furry-er*]

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"You can shoot between my legs, can't you varmit? That way I can be a sheild, like," Kromgron offers.

 

[Keia]

Nassitch (male Kobold) Ranger/Egoist 2/3

"You can shoot between my legs, can't you varmit? That way I can be a sheild, like," Kromgron offers.

"Between . . . around . . . not through, though, not at all. Sure!" Nassitch agreed. "We should build a platform that I can stand on and strap it to your back. Then I can fire arrows at people from above while you're pounding them."

Nassitch turned more serious and asked, "Please keep an eye on Kimble though, if . . . anything happens. He might want to charge out and attack the Mythar . . . I've told him to stay, but . . . ."

 

[Guest 11456]

Layonarai Leafrunner - Female Elf Spirit Shaman 5

Layonarai moves out into the city with Olivia and Tau. They spread the word to as many townsfolk as possible. Then they hear Uiim call them to return and the elven woman rushes to return to the wagons. Once there, she boards one of the wagons, pulls out her bow, and draws an arrow from her quiver. She then positions herself at one of the windows of the wagon.

 

[Ashy]

Uiim grins despite the grimness of the situation as he sees his 'team' rally around their shared goal. He runs the reins under his feet and then loops them once around his thigh and then lays them across his lap. While it would not due for tricky manaeuvers, this configuration should at least allow him to control the horses and leave his hands free for firing and loading his crossbow...

He then jabs a half-dozen quarrles into the wooden seat next to him and lays his loaded crossbow next to him on the bench. Plunge is slipped back into its sheath and the old gnome watches the trees and the townsfolk intently, waiting to see how this little show will unfold...