Chapter 1, Day 2: Into the Witchwood

Pawetha curses silently; given the wind, the worgs have definitely picked up the scent. She cups her hands around her mouth and lets out a whistling bird call (similar to the tufted titmouse, a peter-peter-peter). It is both a warning of enemy activity and an indication that the ranger is ready.

A single arrow sails from the front gate and slams into the shoulder of one of the hobgoblins. It is briefly staggered before it leaps on its mount and rallies its companion into action.

Jorr shoots, hits and deals 6 damage to Hobgoblin 1

Corban rushes out the northern door, looking positively ridiculous wearing nothing but his chain hauberk and gauntlets. The darkness is overwhelming as he gets outside, but he makes his way towards the gate where Jorr gestured that the disturbance was. Corban advances determinedly, while thinking to himself that he probably should have waited for Kaiakas, but where would the fun be in that?

As Corban advances feeling vulnerable, his mind wanders back to a lesson Zaris taught him some time ago, and he desperately wished that he remembered the incantation, as that would likely help him quite a bit in his exposed condition. What was that word? Corban sees a small firefly flying around and is struck by inspiration, he stabs his sword into the ground, grabs the thing and gestures toward the gate, "Arivae". A brilliant light emerges above the gate. "Huh" Corban says to himself. "That's never worked before..."

Casting 'Light' over the gate.

Pawetha's eyes flit over to the standalone building to the east of her, mentally planning out her next course of action. As she spies the wounded hobgoblin, she notes the close proximity between it and its mount. Pawetha pulls two arrows from her quiver and draws, sighting down the rider and worg; she lets fly with both arrows, one per target. She then moves behind the small building (#2 on map) to attempt a flank around the south.

OOC: Using Hunter's Prey: Horde-Breaker ability from Ranger archetype.

I'm grabbing my things, making sure I still have all the gold and magical items I've acquired. Once that's done I try to make my way towards wherever the others went.

Performing a mental checklist, I piece together my armor.
Humming a little tune while I don my armor. A certain song about glory I heard from a particularly drunk dwarf that frequented the church when I was young - so he could sober up.

I run towards the worg that Corban is messing with. If I'm not too exhausted by the time I get there, I give it a slash with my rapier.

Xara rushes to Corban's aid and drives her rapier into the worgs side. The creature yelps in pain as an arrow, fire by Jorr who is now standing atop the front most boulder, strikes the worg in the other side. It tries to retreat, but its rider urges it to remain fighting and it obeys.

Hit, 8 damage. Jorr also hits.

Corban, Pawetha, Zaris x2, Kaiakas getting more dressed if you like

[OOC: Yup. Let me know when my 6 rounds are up.]
There are more straps and parts to my armor than I remember. Has someone played a trick on me? This feels tighter than before.

Corban's eyes go wide as the shield spell activates. What is going on? He thinks to himself. His focus only disturbed for a moment, he sets into action, using the hobgoblin's equal surprise at his shield to slash at an opening in the monster's defence.

Pawetha tries to put some distance between herself and the worg, as well as draw the beast away from its companion. She moves back west towards the hole in the southern wall of the keep, and as she nears, the ranger fires an arrow at the worg attacking her.

This will hopefully buy the rest of the group some time to finish off the other hobgoblin.

In an attempt to keep the Worg from fleeing to allies, Corban takes a swing at the beast.

I stab again at the fleeing worg, this time aiming for its neck.

Pawetha spits as her target vanishes into the treeline. She turns her attention to the sounds of continued combat and maneuvers into line-of-sight with the remaining worg. She slides into a kneeling position, one leg bracing for stability. Drawing her bow and leading the beast, Pawetha lets her arrow fly.