Dark Sun: The Tyrant of Tyr
The group quickly patched their wounds and withdrew further back from the bloodied scenes, helping one another along
They hid themselves just away from the spike traps after Frost re-set them to wait for what was to come
Forming in the mist they saw 5 shapes, one bigger than the others that seemed to be in control, a commander of sorts. It seemed to signal to the others to spread and it kneeled at the foot of a dead Banshrae. It grasped with a clawed hand at the open wounds of the carcass and tasted its blood. The commander’s eyes narrowed and reddened with anger at the deaths of his kin, and more so at the leering trophy set before him on a crude stick.
Slowly the other warriors – looking around with keen eyes crept toward the edges of the road where Frost had laid more traps. The group lay in wait and hope that the wicked creatures would not discover them.
A crash and crunch is heard as two of the warriors are struck in the chest by the traps. They scream out in horrid pain alerting the others who fail to see the spikes on the other side of the road, falling prey to the simple trap
The leader, seeing his band suddenly fall to confusion sends a flurry of signals and angry growls to contain their panic
The Banshrae steady themselves and with a wave from their leader slink into the shadows of the fog
Frost listens out but then hears two more faint sounds to the sides a little way off, they are being surrounded! Jekall can feel the psychic pulses the Banshrae emit to one another but also as a result he knows sooner or later they will detect him, a beacon of psionic energy in a dead land
The group stay steady waiting for the Banshrae to approach. Eben grips his axe impatiently while Narissa silently mouths the words to a spell under her breath.
Just as the banshrae reach the other side of the road opposite them they strike and narissa lets forth a burst of electrical energy that fries the unsuspecting Banshrae as they scream foul curses into the air
Jekall turns his attention to those sneaking up behind them and invades their minds looking for the traitor amongst them. The rest of the group dig in and prepare for the counter attack
The Banshrae leader makes an insectile series of clicks and a guttural call and the warriors charge forward. Two clash with Eben and Aatrox who both are ready for them meeting their blows with equal force
Kagero roars as a Banshrae confronts her tearing at her Draconic hide with razor claws
The banshrae surround the warriors looking for a way in to attack the more vulnerable members, targeting the nervous or insecure