THE FOREST
Adam wrote:"Rally!" Cormac shouts, turning his mare. "Get outta the ambush, then we'll turn an' fight 'em!"
He spurs his horse and leads a charge towards a likely clearing.
The druid’s horse leaps over a goblin and crashes through the pine boughs. Something hits Cormac in the chest, knocking him half out from the saddle; Dietric grabs him by the shoulder and shoves him back into his seat.
In a small clearing a short distance from the trail, Cormac turns to see the last of his band ride into the circle of dead grass. The space here is not broad enough for a proper charge, but it's big enough to allow the men to dismount and use bows and spears.
Cormac notes some loose stones lying about the clearing, blocky and squared as if by a mason’s tools. Casting about, he spots a gap like a shadowed doorway in the western end of the clearing where deadwood stands thick and otherwise impenetrable. His eyes adjust to the deep afternoon shadows, and the druid realizes that he’s looking at an ancient road stretching into the gloom. The arched dead branches hang dense above the ancient path, choking out the sun so that hardly any small plants grow amid the cobbles.
In a moment, the air resounds with the growls of the great demon-wolves and the yips of the goblins, as the monsters close in from the direction of the trail…