Re: Chapter 2: The Border Principalities
At the sound of the wagons, there is quite a bit of shouting from the orcs, and some sort of indescribable squeal quickly followed by the sound of hoof beats mingled in with the mules' steps. Pip masterfully turns his wagon in a horse shoe shape and takes off down the path, while Maurice can't quite swing it, and will be forced to back up and try again.
The rest of you get into position on either side of the road, while Grom, a wall of iron muscle, waits for the charge, interposed between Maurice's wagon and the tree. In a few heart beats, an ENORMOUS boar easily the size of a horse, but heavier, and far more muscular vaults over the improvised barricade. Its tusks are augmented to a longer length by iron prosthesis, its eyes, tiny red, and full of malice search the trail wildly. Instantly, it sees Maurice's wagon and makes for it. For the moment, it is the only thing on your side of the fallen tree.
Combat time.
The fallen tree and boar is 10 yards from Maurice's wagon, which is now perpendicular to the trail. Grom is 9 yards from the fallen tree and the boar. The rest of you are on either side of the trail, between 6 and 10 yards from the tree (I'll let you decide, post which side of the road you are on and how far you are from the fallen tree in your first post. I'll help me keep track of things).