Caravan

[*Selebius]

The birdlike Demon is not even able to take off, the spell hitting it and freezing it in place where it was- on the back of the wagon, its taloned foot still dug into some poor, gurgling berk's intestines.

As the Drow charges something whistles past his head and hits one of the skeletons with a sickening crunching sound, punching through its ribcage and spine, destroying the undead.

Another missile hits the wagon right between Emila and Charles, shattering the wood and they see it is some kind of sharp, wedged projectile the demons are throwing at them with their strange, slinglike devices. It is large enough to take a man's head off and heavy enough to shatter both armour and bone.

But this missles do not slow Ra'zeth down and the demon he faces shrieks with fear, its polearm easily parried. A swing of his axe and another screech and the demon is down, its carcass bursting into a cascade of flies and maggots that are quickly swallowed by the plane.

He hits another one.. and another one, the Tiefling striking down some Rutterkin to his left.

Only four are left now and they break and run, trying to get out of the caldera to hide in the nearby hills.

The Vrock is too far away to be reached with a simple charge- but if he wants the Drow can engange it as his next target.

[*Darkrob]

Charles would hop off the remains of the seat and take cover behind the bulk of the wagon, ensuring he was no longer a target for the missiles. He would still, as always, ensure nothing is trying to sneak up on him and would take to the shadows at first chance should there be.

[*Midnight]

Emila turns her head to look at the splintered hole in the wood. She seathes her blade and strides towards the stricken Vrock. Should she get there before Ra'zeth can kill it or should he chose not to she would cast a spell to prevent it from teleporting free. Should she be too late clearly she will not.

//Spell cast dimensional lock... Maybe.

[*Tomekk]

Ra'zeth would have immediately taken note of the projectiles, and swung his heavy shield from his back to protect himself, though the shield seeming to be little more than featherweight for his immense strength.

"Graawr! Zhe bird is yours, necromancer... I'll make sure zhose cowards do naut make it far!"

He unhooks a wand of Haste from his belt, and keeps true to his word.

//Also, forgot to mention, he'd have Shield Other on Charles. (ring from festhall)//

[*Selebius]

Charles would notice that he is not the only one taking cover behing the wagon as he is greeted by Xifan who gives him a toothy grin.

The Babau tries to keep a low profile himself, his dark, reddish skin a perfect camouflage in this surroundings.

The Vrock is encased in a greenish glowing barrier by Emila's spell and it while it tenses it is still too weak to break free of the spell Vara did cast on it. Yet it realizes the danger it is in, the feathers on ots back fluffing with frustration.

Ra'zhet hastes himself to follow the fleeing demons while the other mercenary drives her Sickle's blade through the neck of a heavily wounded Rutterkin.

The Drow easily catches the misshapen creatures, a swing of his axe taking one down, one breaking away to his right, the other one stumbling, falling and rolling down a small hill to land in the middle of a flock of four Vrocks.
If they were here by chance or are part of this ambush is hard to say. But they are not surprised- indeed they seemed pleased.
One of the demons gives a piercing shriek- the sound can be even heard back at those who stayed by the caravan- the other three just vanish...

...to leer down at Charles and the Babau.

(( A DC 22 FORT from Ra'z, please ))

[*Midnight]

Emila hears the shriek and cursung she dashes off after the two mercanaries casting a haste spell of her own to keep up.

//Spell cast Favoured soul haste.

[*Selebius]

The shriek of the Vrock is just fading as Emila hears another scream- it is Xifan's voice, coming from the caravan and the sound is cut off rather sudden.

[*Midnight]

Emila hears the shriek behind her and stops in her tracks. She has a decsion to make the mercenaries or the caravan. The mercenaries can look after themselves and her things are on the caravan. She turns around and runs the other way hoping the undead hold the demons off until she gets there.

[*Darkrob]

Charles kneels beside the Wagon and reaches into the heavy shadow it creates. He is trained as a Shadow Dancer... and more than a simple season or two. He uses it to become one with the shade, moving beneath the wagon, across the bottom, and over to the other side... all the while taking out his twin Kukri's.

He remains in the shadows so long as they keep him hidden.

[*Midnight]

Emila is no warrior with a martial pride that demands she fight fairly she rushes the purple feathered leader from behind driving her sword towards the back of the creatures neck hoping to strike a killing blow.