"We had better keep an eye out for Birnam Wood," says the Hobbet, surveying the surrounding shrubbery with suspicion.
waysoftheearth wrote:Everyone near jumps to turn about a see a body of soldiery flinging off camouflage-cloaks to spring from concealed positions along the ridge, closing to array themselves in a broad arc about the company's rear flank. By what sorcery a mixed score of Men and Hobgoblins managed to spring their ambush from so close, you'll never know.
"Who goes there?!" demands an imposing figure near the center of the line; a thickly built Man with green-brown and black painted over his skin, and twigs and grass still protruding from his mail and belts even as brown dust billows off his cloak.