Freeing Esgalwen - Opening volleys

[Eclecticon]

Situation: The companions have been discovered before their ambush on the guards outside the farmhouse could be sprung. 

Combat Advantage dice:
• Gwaithlim 0/0
• Hathcyn 0/0
• Luindîs 0/0

Situation Modifiers:
• The Fellowship has the initiative.

Physical Modifiers (complications):
• None

PC/NPC

PARRY

ARMOUR

HOPE

END

STANCE

STATUS

Gwaithlim Hathcyn Luindîs

• 7 ( n/a) • 7 ( n/a) • 5 ( n/a)

• 3d ( n/a) • 3d ( +4) • 1d

• 12/13 • 14/14 • 12/12

• 30/30 • 29/29 • 27/27

Rearward Defensive Rearward

normal normal normal

ENEMY		PARRY		ARMOUR		HATE		END		NOTES
Taller guard Knot-bearded guard		• 5 • 5		• 2d+2 • 2d+2		• 3 • 3		• 7/17 • 17/17

STANCES

Forward - action order 1 Close combat TN 6+ parry Forward Maneuvers

Open - action order 2 Close combat TN 9+ parry Open Maneuvers

Defensive - action order 3 Close combat TN 12+ parry Defensive Maneuvers

Rearward - action order 4 Ranged combat TN 12+ parry Must be 2 other PC's in Close Combat; May not use if outnumbered 2:1 Rearward Maneuvers

From any Stance Escape combat Must start in Rearward or roll TN 10 + highest attribute level of opponents Athletics roll. On success, may safely flee from the scene of combat

[Eclecticon]

Hurriedly nocking an arrow, Luindîs aims quickly and with a wordless cry lets her shaft fly in the direction of the taller guard. 

:00 1d12 : 7, total 7
Rolled 3d6 : 3, 2, 6, total 11

[GandalfOfBorg]

Gwaithlim grumbles of the rashness of his lesser brethren, the folly of Man, unnecessary bloodshed, and variety of other muttering the Noldo are wont to do in these times dread, impulsiveness, and recklessness without thought of the future.  He keeps himself to the trees and scrub as he advances on the house while the others keep the guards at bay.

 
Stance: Rearward, Action: Evasion

Stealth - 1d12 : 4, total 4
Rolled 3d6 : 2, 4, 5, total 11

[Telcontar]

  I eschew missile weapons! En gard you knaves! To combat!

[Eclecticon]

The guard's helm rings like a bell as Luindîs' shaft glances off its side and the man stumbles, momentarily stunned by the strike.  His knot-bearded companion spares him only a glance to ensure that he is not slain before raising his shield in the direction of the young Elf and crying 'Rise!  To arms!  We are beset!"