Aphail remained where he was outside the side entrance. He was soon joined there by Uthen and Turren who prepared to breach the side door. There was a sudden loud noise like a sudden destructive storm from within the building.

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Osric swung at the slack-jawed huscarl, Deises arrow arced through the air and Colm chanted.

And then the tornado landed....when the dust cleared Colm and Osric were on their backs, their backs were on the doors to the hall and the front of the hall was missing.

Inside the huscarl sat up against the table shaking his head in confusion, an arrow projected from his shoulder and he was bleeding from a number of injuries.

The dark armoured warrior, traced in red flickering light stood in the centre of the hall and pulled a piece of wood out of a joint in his armour.

" Impressive", he said as he regarded them from within the hall. His blade came out low as he walked towards the cowering and now somewhat battered villagers.

He turned towards the huscarl near the side door, " Kill anyone who comes through that."

He picked up his crossbow from the table the Elder was lashed to and fired it at Deise, not even looking to see if it hit he threw the crossbow to the ground and began stalking towards Osric and Colm.



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Giles and Kores moved forward as they saw the front of the moothall blown out by a powerful explosion of wind, Kores wreathed in a halo of blue heatless flame.
.................

Prince Doron and Brannon came up and took the two horses in hand.

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Leaf, stones in hand, and Usopi ,moved forward as the moothalls doors were blown outwards and Leaf indicated the intact corner of the hall for Usopi to assist her up.

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A wolf ran out from the cover of the trees headed for the village square...


OOC:

21:18, Today: GM, for the NPC Blackheart, rolled 9 using 1d10.  ABR. -4 Dam Deise.

21:17, Today: GM, for the NPC Blackheart, rolled 17 using 1d20.  ATT 31 - MOD 11.
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'We're with you, friend,' Sir Turren tells Aphail as he and Sir Uthen storm through.

'As one,' Turren says, perhaps to Uthen, perhaps to God. Shield up, sword poised, into the fray.

OOC: Whatever Uthen targets, Turren targets. If (by chance) the target drops quick, Turren will spend a following round ensuring it arrives in hell minus a head. Once he sees what he's fighting and the plight of the folk here, the enemy will by Turren's chivalric code forgo all quarter. Turren will not pull out unless everyone pulls out.I write this in case I can't play tomorrow or the next day. Don't want to hold up my peers in the middle of a fight. I'll try to check in though. ;)
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Deise was pulling back to help Leaf when the bolt hit him squarely in the upper chest, just below the right shoulder blade, knocking him back on the roof.
Adrenaline surges through his veins temporarily numbing the pain. Then it comes, a wallop followed by a searing metallic pain.  Right red turns to deep black as blood seeps down his torso.

With the noise of battle and the unnatural wind Deise takes a moment to centre himself and try to understand what is going on.