Petar advances. It is the only thing he can do right now, since he can't see his opponents, only hear them. And they are close. Perhaps closer than he realizes. As he keeps pace just behind Camille, he solemly calls out,
"You have to stay safe, stay behind me ... please, I, ehm, Emberdell can't lose you!"
Camille, undaunted by the foliage and determined to get into the fray, she only pushes ahead, replying,
"I am sworn to defend Emberdell. To remain behind would dishonor my oath."
If she heard the meaning behind Petar's words, she does not give any indication on it. She charges ahead, keeping her slight lead before Petar.
Amidst the running and the talking, one sly wizard crosses the distance, dagger in hand. He moves to just within range of the sleeping goblin, and bloodies his knife, taking the goblin's life. He comes to realize that there are several more goblins ahead of him, in the foliage, that just came into view. They look at him with disgust in their eyes. This may be a precarious position for him.
Aila, moving carefully, attempts to flank whatever other forces are approaching them by circling to the east. She almost makes it to the cover of the trees, but this position does not reveal anything more to her.
"Me wull", Marille asserts, moving cautiously ahead, blade in hand. While courageous and strong, the mighty warrior understood the risks. As she approaches, more goblins came into sight. She was now in the lead of the group.
Phelan, assessing the opportunity of the enemy's movements, puts away her axe and loads her crossbow. Now, bolt at the ready, she takes careful aim at the brush ahead of her, waiting for the first sign of a goblin head to show itself.
Round 4
The front-most goblins spot the vanguard of the party: Angus and Marille. They chitter and hiss at their new enemies, arrows at the ready. Not wanting to get any closer, they stop in their tracks, aim, and fire their small bows.
Three crooked arrows with flint heads head at Marille, all coming close, but not one finding its mark.
The last arrow is aimed at Angus, but the goblin's markmanship is so poor, it flies too high, over Angus, then Camille's, head, only to disappear into the forest behind them.
The rest of the goblins advance in a front, revealing themselves to the party and taking aim as well. The lead goblins shout exitedly,
[Language unknown: "Stanotyin! Ivatenri! Riugh om! Amemo adkor at loholi trawheich!"]
It is slowly becoming clear that this force of goblins may be very large. More voices approach behind this new line of archers. A few goblins carry spears and swords. They cross the archer line and get even closer to the party.
Aila, Angus, and Marille can only stare and watch as the foliage reveals even more goblins coming into view. They carry bows and more bows. Perhaps this was a hunting party? Be that as it may, the archers in range now take aim and fire. Once again Marille is the subject of concentrated fire, as she is the only visible one with a sword and armor. And yet, most arrows fail to find their mark, missing by such large margins that Marille wonders if they are actually trying to hit her. The same again happens for Angus, as the lone archer who chose to fire in his direction comes up too short, the arrow driving itself into the ground before him.
A large imposing leather-armored orc with a curved sword steps out of the greenery, observing and assessing the movement of the goblins like a seasoned tactician. He meets Aila's gaze with his own, and his eyes narrow. Pointing his sword in her direction, he calls out,
[Language unknown: "Din! Ekoffisi unvor nous Es ur eetic ioers."]
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OOC: Having the mage and the leather armor fighter be the front line might not be such a good idea, team. But fortunately, the dice roller has been rolling very low for their attacks. Abysmally so.
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