Wedding Party Ambush!
The first thing the last Sable Rider knows about whats going on is when a heavy knife slams into his barely protected leg. The brave had been startled by the appearance of a wall of darkness and had been just about to shout when instead he screams in agony.
It's enough to send a ripple up the line causing the Sable Riders to wheel around to face the back, just as a group of barely dressed, muddy savages leap from the bank.
Immediately two Sables go down one from a javelin, the other from the huge form of
Akala breaking the mount's back. It's quick and dangerous work with the element of surprise lending a well needed helping hand.
At the rear the three captives drop to the ground yanking their captives' mounts backwards, which helps
Melock who dispatches his already injured foe with a well aimed blow to the neck. The brave gurgles his last as his blond bearded captive holds up his bonds for Melock to cut...
Amara fells a rider, her javelin bursting through his lightly armoured guts, as on either side
Ohanzee and
Hoskar grapple their targets to the ground.
Ohanzee has already injured his and is now astride the downed brave, forcing his arms behind his blood covered back.
Hoskar on the other hand is in trouble and despite his immense magically charged strength has caught a nasty blow from his opponent's shield. No matter as the follower of Issaries, tears in his eyes, head butts the brave in to submission.
There's a mighty crack as
Akala smashes his cestus into one rider's face, the brave, whom despite sitting atop a Sable, is only high enough to stare at his attacker eye to eye, before he goes flying backwards, his jaw a crumpled mess of bone and dislodged teeth.
Above them all and standing next to
Amara is
Tarnessh swinging his sling, hitting once before sliding to the ground, making for the other side of the path where the sun shines brightly. Dodging past a demoralised foe he spins around and begins casting his dazzle charm.
Several riders, quicker and more alert than their drunken friends scatter, one with
Henal still grappling with it's rider as it bounds into the grassland, whilst the other two head for the South, heads down and fleeing for their lives.
There's a meaty thud as an artfully thrown javelin takes down one of the running mounts, it's rider thrown to the ground in a satisfying tumble of limbs that makes the thrower
Amara smile. Then calling to her god she casts her last javelin far and high...An impossible range....
*Thunk*
Ohanzee takes a dagger to his side, the Sable brave he'd grappled had somehow slipped free, and as the Raven sits back hands going to the wound in surprise the Sable Riders kicks back, stumbles to his feet and runs straight into a wall of solid flesh.
Akala. There's a flurry of blows, a grapple and then a satisfying snap of a broken neck.
The air is filled with the sounds of grunts, snarling dogs, injured wails, punches, and the noise of scared animals, with one Sable sliding in it's entrails that have spilt down and tangled about it's legs.
Kobal swings his sword and kills it, the Thunderbird brave's face set in a grim line as he stalks down the line to aid
Hoskar and perhaps prevent the Condor from going mad.
Henal reappears, bloody and bruised, but without his Sable, which having dumped him has escaped, though the enemy rider was injured from a nasty sword cut.
For a moment everything stills as the sound of galloping comes back down the trail....There one last rider rides to the South and safety. Eyes follow his path and that of the javelin flying true and straight
*Thunk*
where it takes the brave in the arm, causing him to slump forward but unfortunately stay in the saddle.
Looking about the Wandering Rangers see that they have prevailed.
Four of the Sable riders are dead, four are injured, two of those severely and two seem to have escaped. Of the mounts only two died, several others having been injured in the ambush.
Salen is on the ground with a broken leg,
Hoskar bleeds from a nasty head wound, whilst
Ohanzee is staring at the hilt of a dagger buried in his side. Everyone else received scratches, a broken nose here and a heavy bruise there, nothing that a quick charm cannot fix.
Two of the surviving sable riders are wailing about being unable to see, claiming their eyes have been burnt out by Bright Treasure itself, but their vision soon comes back and they are the first to lament about the death of their friend and prospective groom.
Melock, covered in mud and blood appears from the rear three Sables in tow, He and Peat
had cut the bonds of the three captives, two of which sprinted off into the grass, leaving one of them trapped beneath a fallen Sable. The man, limping badly follows the two braves who set him free, blond haired and browned eyed he reminds the Rangers of
Haratt their former companion.
