An Ambush Awry - Opening volleys

[Eclecticon]

Situation: Esgalwen and Tate's attempted ambush has gone disastrously, and combat is now joined in earnest. 

Combat Advantage dice:
• Esgalwen 0
• Tate 2/2

Situation Modifiers:
• The Toft-men have the initiative, as three quarters of the company have effectively been counter-ambushed

Physical Modifiers (complications):
• combat in the reeds and mud is hampered - all Parry scores are reduced by two against enemies outside the riverbank
 

PC/NPC		PARRY		ARMOUR		HOPE		END		STANCE
Esgalwen Tate Oderic Williferd		6 2 (shield +3) 5 4	• • • •	1d (helm n/a) 3d (helm n/a) 1d (helm n/a) 1d (helm n/a)	• • • •	5/12 13/15 n/a n/a	• • • •	27/27 21/29 18/18 16/16	• • • •	Rearward Open Forward Open

ENEMY		PARRY		ARMOUR		HATE		END		NOTES
Blood Moon archer Hunting Hound Hunting Hound Blood Moon warrior Blood Moon warrior Blood Moon archer Hunting Hound	• • • • • • •	3 4 4 4 4 3 4	• • • • • • •	2d 2d 2d 3d+1 3d+1 2d 2d	• • • • • • •	2/2 1/1 1/1 2/2 2/2 1/2 1/1	• • • • • • •	14/14 12/12 12/12 14/14 14/14 14/14 12/12	• • • • • • •	pursuing Esgalwen pursuing Esgalwen pursuing Esgalwen at the riverbank at the riverbank at the riverbank at the riverbank

STANCES

Forward - action order 1 Close combat TN 6+ parry Forward Stance maneuvers

Open - action order 2 Close combat TN 9+ parry Open Stance maneuvers

Defensive - action order 3 Close combat TN 12+ parry Defensive Stance maneuvers

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

Arrows fly to and fro as Esgalwen turns to face her pursuers and the remaining three companions rise from the water.  There is a splash as Williferd falls face-foward into the cold water, but Oderic and Tate have blades in hand.  Tate sees a nearby archer drawing a bead on him and raises his shield...


One blood moon archer is firing at Esgalwen, the other at Tate: 

at Esgalwen

1d12 : 4, total 4
Rolled 2d6+3 : 1, 5 + 3, total 9

at Tate

1d12 : 6, total 6
Rolled 2d6+3 : 1, 3 + 3, total 7

[Eclecticon]

... but with his footing unsure, the effort throws him off balance and he feels the impact of the arrow in his belly.  The pain is dull, so it has not penetrated his armour, though he knows that he will have a fine bruise there tonight if he lives through the next few terrifying minutes. 

The shot of Esgalwen's pursuer is barely aimed, and flies far over her head.  The hounds are closing in, their baying and barking set aside as they come closer by the second. 


The riverside archer spends a point of Hate to add his attribute level to the damage from his bow. 

Doug, Esgalwen has a single opening volley. 

[tomcat]

The dogs were charging in quickly and would be on her before long. Esgalwen knew she could fight them, but not if the Toft-man's arrows rained down. He was the priority.

She drew back her bow-string, fletching to cheek and let it fly.

No sooner had the shaft left her bow, the Ranger skillfully let fall the weapon and grabbed for Nimronyn, poised easily for her grasp.

[tomcat]

Okay - one bow shot. May Manwë see it fly true! I REALLY need a great success and a wounding shot!

Esgalwen's bowshot
TN 15 bow 3d

1d12 : 12, total 12
Rolled 3d6 : 6, 5, 3, total 14

7   edge: 10   injury: 16

[tomcat]

DUDE! EAT THAT TOFT-MAN!!        

Esgalwen scores a great success! She does 13    and it is a wounding shot TN 16

[tomcat]

All she heard was the scream of pain that came from the archer, her focus now on the two animals that raced to attack.

Her sword felt good in her hand, its pommel offering a comfort she had not felt in some time. Esgalwen lifted Nimronyn high over her head, in a two-handed stance and waited for the first hound.

Going into the first round of combat, Esgalwen will take on an Open stance. Tate will stay Defensive as he tries to get out of the water and reeds.

[Eclecticon]

DUDE! EAT THAT TOFT-MAN!!           

Nice shot indeed!  Let's see precisely how nice:

1d12 : 1, total 1
Rolled 2d6 : 1, 4, total 5

[Eclecticon]

The Toft-man's bow drops from his fingers as he clamps both hands to the shaft now deeply embedded in his chest.  His knees buckle and he falls to the cold, damp earth.  The hounds, all unknowing of this, close the last few yards as Esgalwen raises high her sword.