Session 61

As the call comes down from above a sense of dread washes over the group and they set quickly to prepare for the assault. Arming up and awaiting the enevitable
Yakala pulls eben aside and has a brief word with him looks concerned but then relaxes
Outside as the suns rays begin to glint on the horizons the men and elves patiently wait the arrival of the Stel Caravan
As the minutes pass and the caravan comes in to view and a detachment of riders splits off from the company and separate again to the flanks heading up to the fort
Misteek motions to 2 groups of elves to stalk them and ensure that cover is not blown. The elves head off to the ridges that flank the canyons where the now visible heavily armed and armoured crodlu riders carefully and cautiously approach upon the ridge. They pause for a moment motioning to the spaces between the rocks below unaware that 20 elves have their keen bows trained upon them. Then they continue further, edging ever so closer to the elves, who can smell the stench of the crodlu breath as if it were next to them
Then the leader of the riders motions to the riders on the other ridge to head back to rejoin the caravan, satisfied they are not walking into an ambush…
The caravan continues to approach and out front the group can see 5 Inix plodding along carrying a battle platform on each containing 4 Stel warriors armed with longspears and wearing the same glittering bone scale armour as worn by the other Stel troops
Behind the Inix is the hulking caravan, covered in sheets of bark and scales, heavily fortified and carrying 4 ballistas on its roof. A number of figures can be seen on top but from this distance are mere silhouettes
A rush of wind picks up as messages are sent to prepare for the sandstorm. The noise of the wind picks up as it howls between the stone maze in which they hide. Then all of a sudden it is upon them, stinging scorching sand blasting at them and forcing them all to sink lower into their cover. If only one saving grace of this weather – that it will make the ambush almost impossible to spot
The caravan nears as the Inix platforms pass them by, now covered in sand as their faces are covered by scarves and filter masks
The groups outside patiently await the signal that the caravan has passed the point by which the trap will be sprung
The caravan halts some 60 feet away from the ‘ambush point’, agonisingly close and Solzak – close to the front of the caravan and hidden on the rocks with the elves – can just about make out some cloaked figures on the deck of the caravan and a man standing in front dressed in heavy armour
The caravan then lurches forward once more heading toward the fort and Orsk gives the signal for the brotherhood to begin moving into position
The caravan passes the ‘ambush point’ and carries on to an eventual stop just out of crossbow bolt distance of the fort
A voice booms from the caravan, amplified they are sure by magic or psionics. The Stel caravan leader is called Cyrus and (according to most Tyrian’s recollections) is one of Korrik of Stel’s lieutenants! He calls out to the fort to surrender or face no mercy from Stel
On the walls of the fort Jekall organises a ‘fake panic’ where troops run this way and the next calling orders and generally shouting
Cyrus is set to continue his speech when the sudden sound of whistling in the air alerts him and he shouts at his men to take cover, but he is too late. The elves open fire with a huge volley of arrows which blankets the top deck of the caravan completely taking the Stel warriors by surprise
The cloaked figures are struck by one of the torrents of arrows and snarling howls of pain can be heard as they are hit repeatedly, exposed to the full force of the elven onslaught. They collapse into a pool of blackened blood…
Beneath the canopy more screams are heard as the shower of death continues. The men can be seen to dive for cover as they desperately try to avoid being hit. The crew of the ballistas too are struck down ensuring that the machines of destruction will not crank into action, at least not yet…
Cyrus draws his twin scimitars and holding them triumphantly above his head shouts defiantly ‘charge!’ and the caravan lurches forward once more
Solzak, with crossbow trained on the silhouette of Cyrus, unleashes a poison tipped bolt. The bolt whistles through the sandstorm as if it did not exist and at once Cyrus contorts in pain as the bolt strikes him in the chest with such strength as to near kill him outright. Blood sprays the deck as he gurgles and staggers, shocked at the bolt sticking out of his armour. With a shaking hand he grabs hold of one end and snaps it off, screaming a war cry that reverberates even through the sandstorm. Solzak smiles slyly as he takes another bolt from his quiver to take aim for his next shot…
Yakala hurries up the steps inside the fort so he can get a better vantage point as the caravan maintains its pace towards them. Guards readying their bolts waiting for the caravan to get into range he pulls past them as he begins to mutter a spell to himself trying to remember the words in all the confusion. There! Pointing at the melillots as they pull relentlessly forward there is a sudden shift in the sandstorm and the vortex pulls them back, they are stuck! They groan and grunt as their bodies are made motionless by an invisible force.
Those guards left alive on the caravan deck scramble below whilst a few others at Cyrus’s command man the ballista once more loosing off two of the giant bolts towards the brotherhood below. The first bolt misses its targets but the second impacts into the left (east) flank causing screams of pain and panic to ripple through the warriors
To the rear of the caravan the inix platforms turn around and unleash a hail of bolts on the brotherhood forces as the crodlu cavalry close in their ranks and charge forward. The brotherhood stand ready to set against the charge and surge forward at the last moment. One of the cavalry is dismounted whilst the rest fend off blow after bloody blow. The brotherhood manage to absorb most of the impact but the left (east) flank have by now suffered some grave wounds
Yakala manages to trace a magical path to the deck and uttering a calm incantation in order that he be tempted not drain power from those around lets forth a fireball which explodes with great ferocity upon the deck, rocking even the solid armoured construction!
The elves let loose another volley at the caravan deck, this time ensuring that there are none left standing as those that could not manage to go below are caught and killed
The others watching from the fort wait impatiently, Eben clutching his axe tighter as the rage inside him builds, ready to unleash on any that dare assault the fort

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Session 61

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