[Game Thread] Westward, ho!

[lcg16]

Arienne, unfazed by her mounted foes, dashed towards the cavalrymen, battleaxe held up high. The crimson haired warrior's ponytail whipped behind her as she closed, intent on chopping the rider right out of his saddle. "Honourless fiends. Surrender our outpost!" Still, even tall knight was dwarfed by the warriors in front of her, but she did not mind, eagerly engaging both foes. She was certain her strength and armour would keep her from being knocked down. At the very least, it should make it harder for the fools. She glares at the other rider, pulling the axe back and hefting it, "By Morshka, don't you even try to get past me..."

[Davion]

Davion prepares to turn and follow Juoni up the hill but first pauses long enough for one of the Huk to come into view, flinging a swift ball of elemental water at the foe, then backing out of the way of any charging opponents. He did his best to keep an eye on the whole battle, his role wasn't to attack as he just did, but to keep his team alive. The best way to do that right now was to keep the Huk from their vicious charge.


A:15 D:11 (Then move 3 east)

[Ken]

It was time for action. The scene erupted into violence around the sorcerer. Given the assaulting force, Wayland deemed it prudent to ignore the fleeing man they had previously captured; if the man wished to save his live, so be it; there was a more pressing threat incoming!

Wayland tried to breathe steady, but his heart was racing. Adrenalin coursed through his body and he became nervous at the thought of casting from horseback. At first he tried to recall his combat training, but fires inside him were already burning. Throwing most of his training out the proverbial window, Wayland instead embraced the magic within him and breathed life into it, quite literally.

A stream of ethereal mist, myriad in color, drifted into his hands. The sorcerer had since nudged his horse forward and had now traveled about 20 feet toward the oncoming assault and the front line that his fellow Society members held. The mist flowing from the Seeker's mouth had just seemed to gain substance in his palm when he flicked it towards one of the nearer Huk riders.

The mist shot like a bolt from Wayland's palm and flew into the Huk's eyes, ears, nose and mouth, seeming to penetrate his orifices and hasten to his mind. Will alone would guard the man from harm; Wayland could only hope that his would overpower his enemy's.

[Jordan]

I stay were I am and attack the enemy for seven damage using magic missle.

[ButtMonkey]

Maurin ducks into the bramble to his left and gives a grunt as sharp twigs poke at his soft flesh.

[Tyche]

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