D&D: The Genjobi Pass

[Asmodeus]

In the centre of the boulder field, Ayumi swung her morningstar at the horseman who was struggling to control his mount. But such was the whirling of the steed that she couldn't get close enough and her strike fell short. The cleric reeled back, bringing up her shield to block the counterattack, but the horseman slashed around it and cut her forearm open, a long slice from shoulder to wrist that sent blood spraying [8 damage to Ayumi].

In the centre of the convoy, Sales's mist continued to cause chaos. The two riders caught in the smog spurred their steeds towards the light, one of them coming out to the south near through the boulder field, while the other almost collided with Kryx.

Meanwhile, the soldiers on the fourth wagon lost all discipline. Some retreated to the end wagon, getting clear of the mist, while another two continued hunting for Sales. In the end it was the driver of the wagon who found the Elf. Leaping from the coachman's seat, the man made a clumsy stab with his dagger, but stumbled on the writhing body of the other soldier Sales had felled.

The front of the convoy was more organised, probably through the efforts of ranking officers. The two footmen by the second wagon charged Darius, timing their attack with the driver of the third wagon, who lunged down at the Paladin. But Darius was ready for it. Stepping back, he intercepted the leaping man and flung him into the first of the charging footman, immobilising the two. But with the effort he had left his other side open. The second footman drove his sword into Darius's waist, piercing flesh and armour. [4 damage to Darius]

On the second wagon, the two crossbowmen opened fire on Angus, trying to pin down the sniping ranger. One bolt hit the rocks but another found him as he rose to take down the cavalry. The bolt skimmed his face and split open the cheek as it sailed past [1 damage to Angus].

And on the lead wagon, the remaining crossbowmen were distracted by Karwik, who was sniping from the woods. They switched fire and tried to pick him out in the woods, but their bolts flew in vain through the trees.

Finally, on the ridge, Xenoxis braced himself to receive the horseman's charge. The last cavalryman came in swift and furious, kicking up stones as the horse galloped faster and faster. He had no time to notch an arrow, nor anywhere to run to, so he swung the bow in a desperate attempt to parry. But it was no use. The rider sailed past and slashed open Xenoxis's back, bringing him to his knees.

 

[Phoenix]

Happy to see Corellon Larethian was still with him, the stumbling soldiers life seemed to be given to Sales on a mithril plate. Not wanting to disapoint his God, he made sure to still fight with honour. Spinning his dagger round, Sales leaned round his last victim, raising his arm above his head and then brought it sharply down, butt first, towards the back of the soldiers head.
The strike just managed to get behind the soldiers helmet, he shook his head, went crossed eyed then his head hit the floor unconcious.
Sales rose to his feet, leaving the other soldier with the leg wound on the floor, and headed round the back of the wagon (wagon 3).

 

[Jack Shade]

Swinging his axe up toward his uninjured shoulder, the Lizardman began his venture toward the convoy itself, muscles flexing for the anticipated destruction of the bars. From the mist sounds of battle and screams of agony gave pause to his steps. Any one of those screams could be the dying cry of a companion, a valued member of the impromptu pack.

His hesitance would cost him a chance at rescue as a horseman loomed from the encompassing cloud and galloped forward, sword raised high in anticipation. Kryx swung his axe around, missing the rider but using the centrifugal force to spin him from the oncoming collision. Continuing the revolution and subtly twisting the blade from facing front to back, his bloody axe snapped up over the horse's backside to cleave deeply through armor and clothing.

The horse barely noticed as its master was spirited from the saddle to fall limply on the dusty earth. Both hands clutched vainly at the soil as the soldier writhed in his death throes...but Kyrx did not partake in the morbid pleasure of a lingering death. Instead he moved toward the nearest caravan, axe raised high to sunder bars...or soldiers.

 

[Asmodeus]

With a hoarse cry, Darius swung his shield around and forced his enemy's blade out of his own flesh, leaving blood to trickle down his leg. The Paladin staggered, his weight coming onto the back foot as he tried to keep his shield up. His other hand hefted the warhammer, gaguing the distance, the intent of his enemy. But there was no time to wait - the other two were getting up. He would soon be outnumbered.

With another cry to eclipse the pain, Darius lunged forward and brought the hammer down. His opponent was still reeling from the shield-parry and had no time to block. His nose was reduced to powder, the bone snapping back into the brain as the skull imploded. His face was erased in blood and his body struck the road.

Stumbling with the momentum, Darius continued past the body and squared up with the other soldiers, giving space for Kryx to support him.

 

[Neko Archy]

Ayumi yelped as the longsword sliced up through her arm. Stupid thief, of all the things to take..

Her morningstar found it's mark this time, smashing the man's torso just above his hips. Bone cracked and blood sprayed as he fell to the ground, where he quickly bled to death.

 

[TheNeverThere]

Xenoxis let out a grunt as his back was split open. He had long since gotten past yelling out in pain, having had his body shredded on so many occassions recently. Still, Xenoxis was not tough enough to completely ignore the pain. As he fell to the ground in agony, Xenoxis dropped his bow. It took him a moment for the red tint of pain to fade from his vision. When it finally did, he lifted himself from the ground, drawing his rapier as he did so. However, the bloodloss from his wound was greater than he anticipated, and as he lunged for the horseman, Xenoxis stumbled, knocking first into the horse, then falling back to the ground, hitting his head against a stone when he landed.

 

[Darkness]

The ranger hissed when the stinging pain hit him, and he instinctively clutched the wound with his free hand, but once the starting shock passed he started to figure what was going on. Another horseman was left close to him, at least close enough for him to get a shot.

He notched an arrow and carefully aimed, the horseman was slightly covered by one of the large rocks. The arrow flew straight into the last horseman by the rocks, hitting him on the collarbone area, the man clutched at the wound and fell to the ground.

He saw that he had a better shot now at the infantrymen, but he needed to move a lot closer.

 

[Asmodeus]

Fielli ran to Xenoxis's aid, drawing her dagger as the rogue fell and the horseman rounded for another strike. With a desperate lunge she caught the rider's thigh, cutting open the artery, and at the same time her snake familiar pounced at the horse. The combination was perfect: as the steed recoiled and the man released his reins to clutch his leg, both horse and rider toppled to the ground. They fell away down the ridge and as the dust cleared Fielli rushed to help Xenoxis.

Meanwhile, there was a cry from the driver of the lead wagon as a crossbow bolt thudded into his chest. The snipers on his wagon cursed and tried again to discern where Karwik was shooting from. But before the first one could even shoot he was knocked from the wagon when a rock collided with his head. Down below, one of the civilians brought out for the troll - the old man - had gotten free and was pelting rocks at his captors. The crossbow man tumbled from the wagon and was knocked unconscious, leaving his partner to snarl in fury and shoot the old man dead. The footmen, meanwhile, had their hands full trying to keep hold of the mother and child.

On the second wagon, the crossbowmen continued trying to bring down the hulking form of the Lizardman. Two bolts sailed past Darius and the men he was fighting, the first going wide while the second pierced beneath Kryx's ribs. Another wound was added to his tapestry of bleeds and for a moment the great warrior faltered. [4 damage to Kryx]

Meanwhile, the two infantrymen continued sparring with Darius. The first struck towards the Paladin and was parried away, while the second soldier lost his footing and stumbled on the charge. A swift slam from Darius's shield knocked the man aside and left him dazed on the floor.

At the back of the convoy, there seemed to be a disturbance going on, the remaining footmen gathering aroud the wagon and yelling through the barred door. Even the crossbowmen were distracted. Unbeknownst to the party, the mysterious Snow Elf seemed to be causing more than a few problems for the Scorpion's men...

Finally, as the mist around the fourth wagon started to dissipate, Sales had a better view of the soldiers hunting him. Another swordsman can looming in the corner of his eye with a desperate double-handed swing, and Sales barely time to leap back before the sword cut a shallow gash in his chest. [1 damage to Sales].

And as he squared up with this new threat, his Elven hearing picked out the sounds of a second man somewhere in the mist. This individual was working the latch on the middle wagon and screaming something at the top of his voice. The words were harsh and intoned, sending a chill through his blood.

Either a spell was being cast, or a language far ancient than even the Elven race was now being uttered...