Salvation Outpost

The elf blocks the fire bolt with his bracer in a shower of embers.

Severely injured, the cowardly elf three continues his retreat, crashing through the brush.

Elf four drops his bow and kneels with his good arm behind his head in surrender.

The assassin grunts in frustration as a fresh batch of vines erupt around him. This time however, he has his sword at the ready and easily slashes them away.

Meanwhile, the elf striker continues to try to distract the group. He sizes up the two men next to him and targets the recently resuscitated one. His sword finds the same hole his leader’s arrows created. The looks down in stunned silence as he slides off the sword to the ground.

The elf uses the opportunity to make a break for it. As the guard watches his companion fall for the second time, he strikes out, but the striker bats away the attack with his bracer and runs for the road.

Guard four immediately pursues in vengeance, but the skilled striker continues to confound his adversary.

Guards one and two take up flanking positions on the surrendered elf and fire their crossbows at the fleeing leader. Two bolts impact the assassin in this back and arm and he scrambles through the growing plants.

The elf is just out of the reach of Vice’s chakram as he continues his escape.

37’s missiles find their mark and the fleeing elf falls. Gzizmix’s weapon is unable to reach that far, but the elf is down nonetheless.

As the gnome approaches the twice fallen man, he tries once more to revive the guard. Unfortunately, this time the young man does not return to this plane.

The Assassin hacks and slashes his way through Kleber’s enchanted thorns and vines and dashes away into the forest beyond.

Malbor notes that the strikers have finely constructed bracers under the sleeves of their garments. On the bracer of the dead attacker, you see the mark of house Thiranni.

As the leader weaves out of sight, Malbor finds that the elf is moving away to the east, rather than to the south where the group intends to go.

Malbor feels as though the group of elves hastily set up their ambush rather than lying in wait. Perhaps as though you were being followed and the elves may not know your final destination.

Kleber’s arrow slices through the striker’s shoulder cleanly. The elf looks around, weighing his options. Now outnumbered eight to one, he drops his sword, but defiantly stares down the half orc, saying something in elvish.

Two of your remaining three guards are looking very haggard. Guard two volunteers to continue the journey. He is wary of revealing your destination in front of the striker.

Guard one, being the least injured, offers to return to town with the other guard and the two elves. "The town guard will know what to do with these two.", he says.