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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mathew_Freeman" data-source="post: 4594437" data-attributes="member: 1846">A Fighting RetreatIben was facing three or four bog trogs when the Sigurd's Color Spray went off next to him. Taking full advantage of the distraction of his foes, he killed one and charged into the space it left, crashing his axe into the skull of another. A few Knights attempted to follow him but couldn’t make it, and whilst Iben’s courage was unbowed, a small nagging voice in the back of his head suggested that this might not have been such a good idea.As the bog trogs recovered, they began to try and surround him and cut him off from the others. Several blows got past Iben’s armour, and despite his rage and fighting mettle, he could feel his lifeblood beginning to pool at his feet.Grasping her Holy Symbol of Melora, Sigurd spotted the danger Iben was in. Focusing her thoughts, she prayed swiftly to her Goddess for the wounds to heal and Iben felt the gash along his arm close up by itself.I have falled in with powerful allies,” he thought to himself. A second later the ground just to his right appeared to freeze, ice forming in seconds and growing and stabbing upwards into his foes. Twisting his head, he saw Sigurd lower her hand, a pleased smile upon her face. Withdrawing from the frontline, she began to make her way towards the tower.Aengus, too, was beginning to retreat. However, before he did so he launched a green-tinged Eldritch Spear[1] into the melee, his magical sword flaring in his hand. One bog trog was punched bodily off it’s feet, it’s head a smoking ruin. On the front line, a crack of thunder sounded as the Warforged used his own powers to try and turn the tide.Serkeljof had been fighting one of the huge trollkin, man-to-beast. It had flailed about itself, smashing parts of the rock to pieces, but so far it’s opponent had proved too elusive. Seeing an opening, the beast smashed both arms down – only to find that Serkleljof had slipped to one side. Leaping upwards, his rapier flashed through the eye of the beast, and it staggered back and collapsed off the bridge, dead.Catching the eye of the Knight Commander, Thunder called for a retreat. There were simply too many enemies to hold them at this position, and with more trollkin coming and the horned humans yet to join the fray, the situation looked difficult. Defending the tower doors would make things easier.“Back to the tower! Back to the tower, all of you!” he called. Despite his rage and bloodlust, Iben heard the words and managed to pull himself back from the combat.As the Knights and the group pulled back slowly, Aengus teleported between them and the bog trogs. Freezing the air and the ground around him with a magical word of power, he stopped their movement and was able to teleport back out within seconds. This opened a gap between the Knights and the trogs, even as they advanced.Pulling back, the group, led by Karl, entered the tower as the Knights get a careful eye on the now slowly-oncoming horde of monsters. A watchful silence fell for a second.A silence that was broken with an echoing boom, as the stone doors of the tower shut with an utter finality. Karl, Aengus, Iben, Sigurd and Thunder were locked inside – whilst the Knights, the bog trogs and the trollkin eyed each other with mutual loathing on the outside.[1] Critical hit! There were others in the fight, but this one came just at the right time. It's also notable that in this fight Iben pulled off a magnificent triple attack - something along the lines of a charge, that allowed him to make another basic attack if he dropped his foe, which then criticalled, allowing him to use a class feature to charge again! Awesome stuff, and really hammered home the point about how he can really dish out the damage.Next time - The Tower of Glorium!</blockquote>

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