Day
46
Makoa
had been watching the Ironfang camp since dawn but by midday had
given up waiting for a patrol to leave. It seemed that the patrol he
had observed the day before was not a daily occurrence.
Returning
to the others, hidden deep in the woods, he informed them of this new
development. The companions decided that they would try and find the
trail the Ironfang used to travel to and from the camp, setting up an
ambush in a suitable spot for the next patrol....whenever that might
be.
The
trail was not difficult to find but several hundred yards from the
camp it broke off in various directions. Deciding to set up the
ambush just before that point, the companions settled into the dense
undergrowth either side of the trail. Makoa and Cullen on one side,
Xin and Ashrem on the other.
But
no patrols came. The companions set a watch and settled down for the
night, ready for the next day.
Day
47
Dawn
broke, its pale light slowly filtering through the canopy and the
early morning mist, as the companions readied themselves for another
day of waiting.
The
sun had not yet reached its high point, when Makoa suddenly tapped
Cullen on the shoulder. Pointing down the trail, the half-Orc readied
his crossbow. Cullen slowly stretched his legs, before picking up his
longbow and loosely nocking an arrow. On the other side of the trail,
he could just make out Xin hidden in the undergrowth, face tense as
he looked back down the trail in the direction of the camp.
Makoa
tapped Cullen on the shoulder again. Beckoning, he pointed in the
opposite direction from the noise and began to move off through the
undergrowth away from whoever was coming.
What's
he doing? wondered Cullen, confused.
Unable
to move as quietly as the rangy half-Orc, he was unwilling to risk
revealing their hiding place. Deciding to stay where he was, he
crouched a little lower in the undergrowth and trained his bow down
the trail at whatever was coming. As he did so, he caught sight of
Ashrem rising from the undergrowth and heading after Makoa.
Unfortunately, the lanky half-Elf had not moved more than a couple of
paces before he stepped on an old branch, the noise of it snapping
seeming to echo among the trees.
The
noise from down the trail stopped. Moments later three figures
emerged, spread out and weapons at the ready. One was a hobgoblin
with a bow, a pair of axes in his belt. The other two were Bugbears.
One with a javelin ready to throw, two more in his other hand. The
other a big beast of a creature holding a short-bow, arrow nocked and
the head dripping a black substance.
Cullen
rose from the undergrowth and let fly with his arrow, missing the big
Bugbear by a couple of inches.
“Bastards!”
he shouted, dropping his bow to unsling his shield and draw his
sword, then moving onto the trail, “Come and get some, then!”
The
big bugbear ignored the burly warrior, aiming his bow at Xin. The
sorcerer was standing in the undergrowth, muttering under his breath
and making arcane gestures with his hands as the arrow struck,
wounding him.
The
hobgoblin followed the big bugbear's lead, letting fly an arrow that
also struck the half-Elf sorcerer.
Xin
managed, despite the pain, to finish his incantation...a faint blue
haze momentarily appearing around him.
“Come
on, you big, ugly bastard!” shouted Cullen, trying to draw their
attention, as he made straight for the big Bugbear.
The
creature turned towards him, snarling, before stepping back and
letting loose another arrow. “Is that all you've got?” Cullen
spat, as he batted the arrow away with his shield.
The
other Bugbear threw a javelin at Xin. This was almost immediately
followed by another arrow from the hobgoblin. Both missed...a
shimmering blue haze appearing around the sorcerer for a moment as
they were deflected. The wounded half-Elf sorcerer took the
opportunity to pull out a vial, quickly downing the contents.
Makoa,
meanwhile, had moved to a well-protected position in the undergrowth,
from which he proceeded to fire his crossbow..narrowly missing the
javelin-throwing Bugbear.
Momentarily
distracted by the half-Orc's crossbow bolt, the Bugbear left himself
open to Cullen who, lunging forward with his sword, wounded him
before turning to deflect an attack from the bigger Bugbear who had
drawn a pair of short-swords.
Makoa
shouted something in a guttural language to which the big Bugbear
just laughed. Turning to the wounded Bugbear, he barked an order. The
creature nodded and set off back down the trail. Xin, seeing this,
raised his hands. Fiery missiles spat out...hitting the running
Bugbear and dropping him.
Ashrem,
by this time, had managed to push his way through the undergrowth,
launching himself at the remaining Bugbear who span around and
parried the blow with his twin swords. Cullen tried to take advantage
and lunge at the creature's back, but he deftly turned and deflected
the burly warrior's blade, too.
Grunting
something in his guttural language, the beast nodded at the hobgoblin
who set off at a run back down the trail. The Bugbear, moving
lithely, then stabbed out with both swords at Ashrem. The half-Elf
gasped in surprise as both blades cut deep.
Cullen
smashed forward with his shield, momentarily knocking the Bugbear off
balance and managing to slice into the creature's arm...followed
moments later by a bolt from the half-Orc's crossbow.
From
the corner of his eye, Cullen saw Xin unfurling a scroll and chanting
but seconds later the scroll disintegrated, a look of frustration
passing over the Sorcerer's face.
The
big Bugbear snarled, lunging at Ashrem again with his twin swords.
Ashrem parried one of the blows but the other slipped past his guard,
stabbing through his breastplate and into his chest. Crying out in
pain, the half-Elf swung his great-sword but the Bugbear easily
sidestepped the weakened blow and, using the half-Elf's own momentum
against him, parried the blade so hard that the edge of the great
sword cut back deeply into Ashrem's thigh...dropping him, blood
spurting out from the wound.
Xin
began another chant and, raising his hands, hurled a giant ball of
flame at the Bugbear...scorching him. A moment later, and the earth
under the creature's feet took on a familiar oily sheen as the
Sorcerer cast his Grease spell. Despite this, the Bugbear remained on
his feet.
Cullen,
taking advantage of the Sorcerer's distractions, lunged at the beast,
cutting deep. The Bugbear, beginning to look a little weary and
continuing to suffer from the flaming sphere...could not get past the
burly warrior's shield.
Cullen,
with one last effort, smashed his shield into the Bugbear's face as
he thrust his sword into the Bugbear's guts, dropping him. Not
content with this, the burly warrior grabbed the fallen creature by
his lank and greasy hair and began to hack away at his head.
“This...is...for...my...brother,”
he shouted, chopping away. A moment later and he held up the severed
head, staring into the lifeless eyes. “Headless and food for the
crows!” he spat. Picking up a javelin, he thrust one end into the
ground, skewering the head on the other. “Let that be a warning to
the others!” he said, turning towards his companions. It was only
then that he saw Makoa on his knees next to Ashrem, head in has
hands.
“Ash?”
he shouted, rushing to the half-Elf's side. “No!” he gasped, as
he saw the terrible wounds in the half-Elf's chest and thigh...and
the sightless eyes. Ashrem was dead.
“No!”
cried Cullen, cradling his friend's lifeless body, “Not you, too!
How many more have to die at the hands of these bastards!”
Kneeling
in the mud, the warrior gently brushed the leaves out of his friend's
hair and wiped the mud from his face.
“We
need to go before that hobgoblin comes back with reinforcements,”
said Makoa, softly, eyes darting back down the trail in the direction
of the Ironfang camp.
Cullen
face pale and drawn, nodded numbly. “I'll carry him back to the
caves.”
“The
caves?” repeated Makoa, surprised. “No. We need to finish this
fight.”
“We've
got no chance,” said Cullen, in a hollow voice, “Not with my
friend here, dead. Three of us against more than a dozen? It'll be
suicide.”
“We
can do it,” said Xin, as he finished stripping the Bugbear's body
of anything of use, “We just need to draw more out.”
“Like
we did this time?” said Cullen, with an empty laugh, “Won't be
long before we join my friend here. Still...if that's what you want,
I'm not going to argue. Like Ashrem, I will stand by you until the
end...and take as many of the bastards with me as I can.”
With that, the companions set off, making their way deep into the forest, Cullen carefully carrying his friend's broken body through the tangled undergrowth.
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