Birthright: Tuornen Chapter Five

[ewancummins]

THE WOODLAND AMBUSH

Safana's fiery sphere scorches the demon-wolf. The beast leaps back, only to fall dead as three daggers slam into its left flank. A quick glance to her left and the magician sees Gunnar in motion, turning away from the downed warg and swinging up into the saddle.


The fiery orb smolders on the brush before Safana, wobbling in synchronization with her movements as she casts about for some other target, some other threat.

Ahead of her, she can make out through mist and smoke several of the the woodsmen who have taken cover behind tress and rocks, keeping their eyes on the thick stand of dead trees where the goblins took refuge. Goblin darts and arrows hurtle from the shadowy gaps in the tangled, rotted mass of wood, keeping the men at a distance.

Gunnar straps on his shield and pulls the cinch snug with his teeth, before drawing his war sword…


..When another huge wolf leaps from cover, bounding for Gunnar's head with jaws open wide!
A simultaneous movement of man and horse, and Gunnar shifts just enough that the warg sails over Rumbles' head to land on its four feet just a yard from the myrmidon's right flank.

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THE MOUNTAIN MONASTERY



The gate creaks open. A scrawny little goblin peeks out, looks around, darts back behind cover.
A moment later, a dozen goblins of all sizes tramps out of the gate, shields raised to protect against missile fire. They brandish spears and axes as they moves into the narrow open ground between the monastery and the rock formation with trees where Cormac's band hides. The goblins shout all manner of vulgarities in the common Anuirean tongue, calling for the 'cowardly sheep-buggerin' men' to come out and fight.

[RocEter]

"Fire at the ones that aren't attacking me!" Foerde shouts loud enough to be heard by Cormac and crew.

He then begins chanting in Andu.

[VAN]

Filbert closes his eyes for a moment as trying to remember something then he suddenly opens them and says:

"I recall talking to a farmer, his wife and some other locals about this Your Grace. They were happy to help and they provided a good description of the riders, they were men. These locals are really devoted to you."

[kintire]

With a gasp of excitement, Safana sends the flaming orb bouncing towards the new wolf, seeking to slam the burning thing into it as then track its every move!

[Adam]

Cormac squints and tries to slow his breathing, looking carefully for goblins that turn the wrong way or allow him to take a shot. He breathes out in a quick burst and let's fly, praying his men are as careful and don't accidentally shoot Foerde.

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FIGHT IN THE MOUNTAINS

Cormac squints and tries to slow his breathing, looking carefully for goblins that turn the wrong way or allow him to take a shot. He breathes out in a quick burst and let's fly, praying his men are as careful and don't accidentally shoot Foerde.

Cormac and his men fire arrows at the goblins. The monsters charge across the narrow field of tree stumps and gravel pits and clamber up the rocks where Cormac's men have taken cover. The goblins cannot bring their full strength to bear on the men sheltered amid the boulders an dwarf pines, because the path isn't board enough to admit more than a few at a time. But with spear and axe the goblins drive the men back and back, wounding one of the poachers. Another desperate volley and the men find themselves pushed out of cover entirely, backed onto the mountain trail with the frightened horses!

The goblins tumble, leap, and rush out of the rock formation with their raspy voices raised in a horrid battle chant-

Cracking whip
Clanking chain
Men be slaves
Or they be slain!


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Meanwhile, on the other side of the rock formation, Foerde stands alone against four goblins...

[RocEter]

Standing alone against four goblins, Foerde unsheathes his short sword and attacks the largest Goblin...

[ewancummins]

THE KRAKEN'S ARMS

KRAKEN'S ARMS

Renn smiles and leans forward, "Aye, you've found him." He crosses his legs, making sure the dagger tucked in his boot is close to hand. "What can I do for you?"

The thin man brushes aside his cloak to reveal a medallion bearing the Lord Mayor's sigil, before letting the cloth fall back in place to conceal the metal disk.

"My mistress needs to speak with you, soon, Captain. Events are moving very quickly now. I can't say more here."

[Varrus the Ethical]

Roald turns to Renn, "Well, this sounds important. We can speak after you have you meeting with the Lord-Mayor."

[steveflam]

Torthur looks up from shoveling food into his mouth and nods before devouring the rest and ordering another plate. Once done he'll say "So, whutter ye got in mind xactly, Roald? Tell me bouts yer mens ye gots in mind."

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THE MOUNTAIN FIGHT-

Cormac and Dietric hold the narrow trail against the oncoming goblins, in a desperate, to-toe toe fray. Two goblins fall dead, one kicked over the ledge by a bigger goblin to its rear. But Cormac is wounded slightly in the breast and left arm.


Meanwhile, on the far side of the rocks and dwarfed trees, Foerde fights alone against four goblins. The smaller ones work together to trip him with a spear that three of them hold low and lengthwise, while the big one swings its axe at him, trying without success to hew the priest limb from limb. Foerde is able to roll to his feet...

[ewancummins]

THE KRAKEN'S ARMS

Roald turns to Renn, "Well, this sounds important. We can speak after you have you meeting with the Lord-Mayor."

The thin man stares at Roald in silence for a moment and then asks,
"Are you Roald the Sellsword?"

[steveflam]

THE KRAKEN'S ARMS

Roald turns to Renn, "Well, this sounds important. We can speak after you have you meeting with the Lord-Mayor."

The thin man stares at Roald in silence for a moment and then asks,
"Are you Roald the Sellsword?"

Torthur stands and stretches, body odor wafting around as he does so. "Awrighty then. Wunner if anyone wants ter wrassle me or Clyde fer ale?"

[Adam]

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