Waysoftheearth's Hinterlands PBP
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Olaf leaps across to Pelenwin standing over him and giving him a light kick and shouting , "Wake up! Wake up!", all the while ready with sword and shield to defend him from attacks from the Wargs and riders!waysoftheearth wrote:Three Hobgoblins have been bloodily slain, and three more lie a slumber. As do Pelenwin and Ulric.
The six Wargs to hand are ready to retaliate. As are the six Warg-Riders on the other side of the stream, presently two-score yards away.
What now gentlemen?
Whoops!waysoftheearth wrote:My apologies if it wasn't clear; but there are still six foul-tempered Wargs ready to rip into Olaf, Dieter and Pelenwin right where they are.
"Sod it all... that didn't go as planned," he mumbles. Desmond quickly drops the whistle back into his tunic and tries to ready Mads' cold iron axe (attempts to exert control over his right arm). If he notes anyone still sleeping (that is of our party), and not being roused, he'll try to nudge them awake with his foot, if there is time.waysoftheearth wrote:
Desmond doofs Mondes over the back of the head, and grabs the whistle as it falls from his mouth, and blows on it as hard and long as he can. The Worgs both nearest, and those two score yards across yonder stream raise their great heads, ears pricked, and immediately turn toward him, searching...