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-----Sol finds his mark in a huge orc hefting a spear who seems to sense the Commander’s approach. Just as Sol comes within striking distance, the humanoid jerks his weapon up, unbelievably striking the young warrior in the abdomen. Sol feels the concussion of the weapon hurting his own belly muscles.
-----Undeterred, the disguised Gorian retaliates with a thrust of his mighty sword into the orc’s weapon arm. The orc roars out in pain as Sol nearly cleaves through its arm. Next, Sol goes for the low swing and rips through the orc’s gut, spilling its blood in the process.
-----As he momentarily steps back to let the orc scream out in pain and terror, he sees Morosh and his guards fighting into the tent where sounds of rage and fighting continue. Around him, his hobgoblin ‘companions’ are locked in deadly duels with gathering orcish soldiers. For the moment, the battle seems to favor the hobgoblins.
-----Suddenly a distant flash from on high catches Sol’s eyes. As he looks up slightly, he can see quick dancing of lightning in a cloud off to the west.
-----Commander Ulthang scans the conflict quickly as his opponent reels in pain...
-----Sol glances heavenward as the familiar flash of lightning catches his eye...
-----Grinning cruelly, the Commander yells out an incomprehensible warcry, glad that battle had finally been joined...
-----The Gorian calls in joy to Strator, knowing that his god is with him...
-----As he pushes forward again, Ulthang swings his blade brutally, aiming to finish his opponent off quickly, so that he can aid Morosh against the orken chief...
-----Letting his combat instinct take over again, Sol's Lathanian sword darts out again and again, seeking vital points that will slay his foe, so that he can decide how best to next sow discord into the battle.
-----Very quickly the orcish guard falls at Ulthang’s feet.
-----Finally Whisper comes across a home that looks well-kept. Outside a small barn which could be a workshop of sorts are barrels, some of which have been destroyed by drunken humanoids. Hobgoblins mill around it carrying torches. On one side of the home is a large tree; its trunk situated about ten feet from its chimney. There is no light coming from the interior of the house.
-----As Whisper surveys it, he determines that it will be very difficult keeping to the shadows with the torch carrying guard moving around the house and workshop if he wants to take a closer look.
-----It would have to be the tree. A half-smile formed on his concealed lips. A simple stroll, a quick hop, and an easy climb. The smile turned into a smirk. He would need to time his approach perfectly.
-----Whisper mentally times the passage of guards as they stroll around the structure. He quietly positions himself so that he faces a corner of the building so that as one soldier passes, there will be coverage before the next might gain sight of him.
-----Amazingly, it happens! A hobgoblin passes the place where Whisper waits in the shadows beyond the torchlight. Quickly, the wood elf moves and his feet carry him silently to the corner of the house. He holds his breath as he is within just a few feet of the retreating guard. As the hobgoblin moves out of sight, Whisper puts his back against the house and slides toward the tree. As he clings there, he can hear the movement of the next approaching guard.
-----He then reaches up for the nearest branches of the tree which proves to be almost out of reach of the elf’s arms. He leaps but his grip slips! As his feet touch the ground, Whisper has to decide if he will leap again or ambush the guard or attempt to hide!
-----Whisper's mien became grim. Taking a breath to gather himself, the Wood Elf went into a squat, and then unwound himself upwards. He smiled in midair - it was probably the extra dozen arrows that did it.
-----What was with this tree?! Once again Whisper’s hands barely came in contact with the lowest branches before he slipped! As he landed, his feet crunched loudly on a twig just as the nearest hobgoblin turned the corner.
-----Just as Whisper slumped backwards against the wall of the house, the hobgoblin pulled up short, suspicious of the sound. The soldier then lifted his torch higher and peered closer at the area around the tree. As the hobgoblin was now only a few feet from the Wood Elf, Whisper saw its eyes widen. It had seen him!
-----The smile on his lips tightened. He had perhaps ten heartbeats before the next sentry came past, the element of surprise was slipping, and this could now make a lot of noise...
-----Swiftly, Whisper drew his shortsword and stepped forward, point diving for the throat. A single shout and the Sylvan Elf would be done for.
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