Subject: Re: The Exodus; Black Magic 4

Darkness stretches in front of him. Pensive can see the embers of fires where Overlook had camped, but otherwise, the night was black in front of him.

He turns to see Garyth fighting on the edge of a large bubble of light. There's a lesson in this-- some hidden secret that Pensive cannot comprehend right now. He notices with distaste that the stonesash is slick in his hands, and a crazy, chaotic thought sniggers that he will never be able to wash the stain of the halfling's brain out of the cloth. Never, never, little elf boy, burn it, burn you, come, come . . .

"I'm coming," Pensive whispers to the wind.

But not yet.

Pensive wheels the horse about, and rides to attack the halfling nearest Munch with the stonesash extended.

OOC: Does Garyth have a horse yet?

Subject: Re: The Exodus; Black Magic 4

OOC: Nope, no horse yet.

IC: The arrow to his ribs makes Garyth stagger. He sucks in a breath at the impact and feels a sharp pain as the point grazes something inside him. He grimaces, but it brings him back to himself a little, the red haze of bloodlust clearing a bit from his mind. He won't survive a few more shots like that. Though, as bad as his own wounds are, Robert looks worse--that last shot has him swaying in the saddle.

"Get moving, soldier!" Garyth shouts, wincing as the arrow shifts in his ribs. The halflings are moving off; if there's a time to retreat, it's now. Though, Garyth feels a rather unpleasant twinge of disappointment at the realization that the halflings are out of range.

OOC: Garyth will cover Robert's retreat, attacking any halflings who come near. If Robert makes his move successfully, Garyth will follow him out.

Subject: Re: The Exodus; Black Magic 4

OOC: If Pensive is able to successfully kill the halfling . . .

"Go get the Captain!" Pensive cries to the two guardsmen, as he engages the halfling.

Subject: Re: The Exodus; Black Magic 4

Osred begins to more toward the halfling, eager to gut him, leave him broken on the ground as the Murrkat had left Kenneth. Before the impulse has had the chance to translate into movement, however, he checks himself. It would be just like the Murrkat to lead him away from his forces and cut him down when he stood alone, stripped of his men. He spits at the retreating halfling, then wheels his mount around, collects Kenneth's horse, and leads it to his captain.