Book I - The Forging of a Fellowship

[Vardaen]

Borir charges down the hill, a leg of lamb fallen from his pocket, his axe in his hands. He leaps over the fallen body of a militia man, and he joins the fray with a shout. The raiders spot the stout little man, and three turn to face the avalanche of muscle and steel that is Borir. "Common gitsum ya lil stump," one of them shouts! They bring their shields to bare, and hold fast to their swords.

In the distance, the white rider, and the other raiders that have already collected the sheep retreat into the woods, lost now to sight.

OOC

For now, we just do a RP game I guess.

[TetNak]

Hwindsul also rushes forward, bow in hand, but never strays from the attack. The Ranger draws another arrow and fires at one of the Dunlending attackers, specifically any of them that look to be endangering another life.

[Vardaen]

Hwindsul leaps a fallen log placed oddly in the middle of the street. He loads his bow as he fires down at the raiders. His shot sinks into the leg of the man toppling him to the ground. The Madoc warrior standing there, under duress from the raider glances back at Hwindsul, and then drives his spear into the chest of the fallen man finishing him off.

[TetNak]

The Ranger continues forward, shooting at any attacker that remains. He attempts to close the distance, however, as he probably would much rather wade into combat if possible.

[Shurijo]

Borir takes the shouts to heart and responds likewise, 'œCome'on and taste me'axe, you smelly goblin kisser.' He lowers his head and rushes directly into the nearest group of attackers. With his arms spread out wide he tries to tackle as many of them as possible.