Sir Campbell was always taught that the fae fear cold-forged iron and the pitted, battered blade in his hand certainly seems to be old enough to be made of the harsh metal instead of good Albish steel. His mighty-hewed swings send the flat of his blade smacking firmly into foreheads and buttocks, arms and legs, sending slender boggin bodies reeling, "Go on, get ye hence!" the knight bellows, brandishing the weapon as they reel and apparently prepared to let them flee without further harm if they're prepared to do so.

Cursing himself Eldor stepped away from the group to get a better aim and let fly another arrow at one of the attacking creatures.


11:28, Today: Eldor Leaf-fall rolled 9 using 1d20. missile attack + half aim.
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Rael try to use the shadows and bushes as cover as he sneak toward the critter blade ready to strike it.

Karl tries to use the nearby surroundings to fade into the background, following Rael's lead.


13:35, Today: Karl Borensson rolled 9 using 1d20. Stealth.
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Thomas is a bit more zealous than his counterpart and continues to lay about himself upon the creatures. He has been tormented, had his things taken including his family sword, shield and armour and he is clearly taking out some frustrations upon these creatures.

17:38, Today: Thomas Keith rolled 2,8 using 1d20,1d10. Attack and Penetration.

In reply to Thomas Keith (msg #284):

Karl and Rael sneak round the north edge of the skirmish, hoping to flank the crafties.

[Either of you may attack when you wish]

Thomas' great blade cuts one of the opponents down and Adonis sends two more flying.  When Eldor's arrow strikes another one, a general panic seems to set in.    A few of your foes have retreated to the crumbled walls of the fort, however, and unleash well aimed slingstones.    Brakkus and Thomas are grazed.
[-1 HP each]

A smell half-way between sweet and rotten washes over you all from the north, bringing a certain lethargy to all except Eldor and Brakkus.

 Save for a flat-bladed 'slap' against the backside of whatever boggin wasn't swift enough to pull back, Adonis makes no effort to follow up upon the scattering of the foe, instead bellowing "Enough!" in an effort to stay the hands of both sides, before casting about to see whether any of the fae-folk have been merely wounded rather than outright killed, and are thus available to serve as a means to open a line of dialogue with the strange little hill-folk, though his nose crinkles and he makes a sound that can only be parsed as 'fwaugch' a few moments later, holding the back of his sword-hand up to his visor as though about to press it to his mouth.
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Eldor sensing something amiss to the North notches another arrow and spins lightly on his feet to search in that direction for someone possibly using magic.

Brakkus scuttles to the nearest spot he can hunker down to avoid the slingshots.

Thomas ceases swinging his sword and staggers a bit under the feeling then rights himself and withdraws from the combat. The goblins were running and the object here was not slaughter but escape. "Indeed. Enough, we should escape while we have the chance."

Rael was about to strike when the strange odour effect him.

He pause his attack trying to find the source of the smell.

Karl blinked several times as the lethargy struck him along with the odor.  Suddenly a yawn escaped from him as he pondered the strange smell.

You push the creatures back and they retreat to cluster around the entrance to the fort.  Perhaps sensing the mood, their fellows in the ruined galleries above cease throwing stones.  The stench, however, intensifies with each step you take towards the old building.

One of the crafties shouts across to you in a strange tongue which must once have been Visic but is now beyond your ken.  He seems more worried than angry and gestures at the sun several times.

To the east, the three figures you have, effectively, saved from overwhelming odds rest on their weapons.  They appear to have come up a stairway much like you own.  You recognise one of them as Adelbert Thorgrimmson.   One of his companions cocks his ear at the crafty speech and seems to be following it.

Adonis finds that at least three of the crafties who were laid low in the fight are still alive however they shun him, still fearful of his blade.   When their fellow at the fort speaks, they mutter a half singsong reponse.

 By way of making his intentions clear, Sir Campbell holds his battered iron blade aloft in full view of the boggins arrayed on the wall, then sheathes it in his belt before stooping over the first of the fallen, making a hasty inspection of his wounds and then tearing a strip of clothing from whichever of the fallen is closest and making to bind the vicious gash that laid it low, since it's probably safe to say that he can outrun and overpower the efforts to evade him of a small, wounded boggin, calling to Adelbert and company to ask "What passed here - and what do the little folk have to say for themselves?"

Thomas eyes the knight with a little distaste as he attends to the wounds of the things they just assaulted and which were assaulting others. They did not have time for this and should be moving along.

"Adonis, we should be moving on. we have business to attend to presently."

 "Indeed we do Sir Keith, and indeed we should - but a short moment spent here to catch our breath and bind our wounds will do no harm, not when it might be repayed by knowledge of the way ahead." the Campbell replies bluffly and heartily, before adding "Besides, it's seemly for a knight of the faith to show mercy when he can." in the fashion of someone who actually believes most of the ballads, as terrifying a notion as that might be.

Eldor moved over towards the knight still with his arrow notched and looking towards the direction the smell is coming from.

"Sir Adonis I would suggest you show your mercy as we move on. I agree with Sir Keith we need to keep moving. We as a group have delt with worse wounds and still moved forward."

He took a breath through his mouth not wanting to smell the stench in the air if it was at all possible.

" This place is not a good spot to rest I will find us a defendable shelter once we are away and out of the pass. I feel to stay here would be folly."

Brakkus leans back against the rock and cleans his slingshot wound, wincing in pain. He is content for the young folks to handle the neogtations and their aftermath.

[ooc: so what is the decision.    Meanwhile am just waiting for the other thread to catch up].

PLs...

Sir Thomas nods at the support of the elf in wanting to no longer be here. He glances in the direction of the smell and silently urges that the other knight cease his ministrations for the moment and move on.

"I agree as well.  We should not linger here, my hometown of Bryndle is not terribly far."
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Bjorn listens carefully to Adelbert's companion who seems to have picked up the gist of the crafty speech, then announces "It seems these folk dinnae want tae fight us just the now, but come sundown somethin' bad will happen.  I reckon we get a move on down into the valley."


[To continue east you can either go back down the way you came, and through the pass, or head straight down the stairway Adelbert used.   Or you can essay the fort.  If you go east I suggest pumping Addo for information]

Adelbert leans wearily on his sword and greets Adonis.

"Well met Sir Adonis, and a timely arrival indeed!  How fair thee sir?"

He pauses to hear your reply and then gestures at the fort.

"We are sent by Thane Hadrik to find this fort of crafties, and the bad smell tells me we have arrived."

Meanwhile those crafties who were knocked down by the iron blade seem to have recovered and come to a crouch, looking at Adonis as if to ask permission to scurry back over to their comrades at the fort's entrance.  Certainly they seem to have no fight left in them, though every so often they make sly and almost defiant glances up at the sun.

 "Aye, well met Adelbert, and thank Gods grace we came upon you in good time." Sir Campbell remarks, before roughly offering the last of the injured crafties a hand to its feet and sending the creature on its way towards the fort with a wave of his hand, relying its injuries to keep it out of the way of any further hostilities.

 "Do they offer us threat or warning about this 'bad thing' that will come to pass... aye, and come to that what purpose had Hadrick in sending you to this place to begin with?" he goes on to ask, knowing that his allies are eager to move on but seemingly wanting to have at least some idea of what might lurk hereabouts before he does so.