Slowly... carefully...the caravan makes its way between the dirt mounds. Dieter goes first, surprisingly quiet despite his chainmail. Koveras stands on the wagon and gives silent directions. Shar-Teel walks with the horses, murmuring softly into their ears to guide them. Runeson, with the other guards, walks as softly as he can. The setting sun casts long shadows.
Things go well enough...until they don’t. One wagon wheel abruptly gets caught on a large tree root. It takes all the guards and Koveras working together to shove the wagon over the root, but when the vehicle settles down a loud
CRACK comes from the undercarriage as the axle snaps.
The silence after the crack is thunderous… The guards’ eyes widen in shock, and even Koveras seems taken aback. And then the mad gibbering begins from all around them.
"SKREEEEEEEEGLURKLGLURKL! blarkblarkblarkblark. JagAjaGaJaGaJagAjAga!?"
The dirt mounds tremble, and then burst outward as gibberlings emerge.
OOC:
Okay, so you’ve got some options. Stay and fight, maybe use the wagon as high ground. Make a run for it. Or something else that you come up with. Your fellow guards are frozen in shock for a moment, so they’ll probably listen to anyone who takes the lead.