Greenest in Flames

Do'urth's arrow finds an unwilling target, planting itself into one of the hooded figure's head. Without a sound the man drops to the ground in a crumpled heap. Heads turn, searching for the attacker, and it only takes a few seconds before the the bowman is spotted.

"Should have stayed in your home" one of the men yells as he reaches for his blade.

Before the man speaking can even rally those around him he's struck in the chest with Mogguth's bolt. He lets out a scream and drops to one knee before locking his gaze squarely on Cleric. He mouths something to her, but Mogguth is unable to determine what he is trying to say.

Moving up to engage one of the other cultist, Triana thrusts her blade forward, catching the man in the shoulder. He cries out in pain before cursing loudly and drawing his sword.

Pulling Mogguth's crossbow bolt from his chest the wounded cultist gets to his feet just in time to see Tayleron's arrow heading towards him. Resigning himself to the inevitable he closes his eyes and waits... only to hear a scream from directly behind him as the Ranger's arrow pierces a fellow cultist's lung, dropping him where he stood.

Do'urth draws another arrow and takes aim just as the wind shifts, blowing smoke from one of the many fires across his field of vision. Feeling confident his arrow will fly true his lets it fly hoping for the best.

Triana, mixing it up close with one of the cultists, continues her attack and once again lands a solid strike. Cursing his attacker the cultists lashes back, catching the bard across her thigh with a deep cut. A slight grin of satisfaction crosses his face, not just because of the damage caused, but out of the corner of his eye he sees the other wounded man has come to help.

Before she can react, a second cultist joins in the fun, stabbing his sword forward, but missing by at least a foot. "The others!" he yells as he directs the last two hooded men towards the rest of the party. Both hoping the other will take on the big half-orc, one rushes Mogguth while the other makes his way towards Tayleron, each taking wildly bad swings at their new found opponents.

Driving forward Mogguth catches her attacker by surprise, her axe biting into the cultist's flesh his robe starts to darken from the flow of blood. Wincing in pain he yells out, "Who are these people?"

Sidestepping Tayleron's attack the robed man retorts "You certainly swing like a merchant!" Before he can retaliate, however, a loud crash of thunder stuns everyone involved...

With an almost earth shaking rumble Triana's attackers are thrown like rag dolls through the air, dead before the even hit the ground some distance away. Before the dust can even settle a lone arrow streaks through the air, swirling dust behind it, as it embeds itself in one of the already dead cultist's chest.

Clearing his head from the thunderous boom of Triana's spell, Tayleron's attacker strikes back, slashing the ranger across the shoulder [2HP to Tayleron]. An unmistakable smugness evident by the look on his face he says, "Merchant!", as if it were some sort of insult.

Heavily wounded, Mogguth's attacker takes a surprisingly strong slash, but is still unable to do any real damage as the dwarf readily absorbs the blow.