Re: Chpt 1.5 - Malachite Fortress
Not quite expecting the sudden arrival from the hobgblins, Marik is caught off guard by the sudden hail of arrows raining down in his direction and, instead of firing on the goblin, duck on his saddle. He feel one on the projectile scratch him, leaving a small line of red passing from his shoulder to the back of his neck.
[Language unknown: "Ilave, asit romlesbut!" ]
The panther roar and run to crouch behind the large piece of gray stone, a few feet from the fire beetle cage. Marik avert his gaze from the fiery-red beetle. It can't bite them, he thinks, it's in a cage. He tries especially not to think of the hearth, of which he feels the burning heat.
His bow drawn, Marik see the line of hobgoblins and aim in their direction. Until suddenly, Omaron shout something and a gust of wind make the fire ROAR, reaching a enormous height. He release the arrow in surprise, the shot going vaguely in the direction of the hobgoblin. Releasing numerous curse in elven, he duck on Rani back, hoping the cover from the gray stone table will be sufficient. He drop his bow and reach for his sword and shield.
OOC: I'm aware that my AC will still be 16 (17 with Omaron) until my next turn since the change of weapon isn't immediate.
This message was last edited by the GM at 17:48, Mon 16 Apr 2018.