Zor: “I shant fail you, sh’aklah’
Morga gave the drow elf a disapproving sour look, ‘I heard about you hated ones from the Ice Elves back home. Heard you’re a foul bunch of sorry demon kissing scum. You so much as break wind in my general direction and you’ll taste the kiss of Morga!’ she growled like a ferral animal to accentuate her point. Turning to you her beautiful features melted instantly then she took point and guided you out of the woods. A half hour hike through the forest when Morga held her arm to the side and made a halting clenched fist. A growling howl like a monstrous wolf pierced the eerie tranquility of the shadow drenched woods.
‘Draw steel’ she hissed, leaped straight up into the trees like a leopard. She called down ‘Worgs! Rode by Goblins, twenty of them heading our way!’ she peered down at you and shouted ‘get your ass up here!’ and lowered the tail end of her chainwhip, which was fitted with a mace-head. With a few pulls hoisted you up, and she was spying with her new toy the spyglass from the bandit, ‘damn it we completely left our bounty back there in the tree. We have to go back and get our prisoner’
Zor nimbly climbed up the adjacent tree, and he fitted his tiny crossbow with a pair of bolts. It seemed to accomadate two versus one. Morga unleashed two wrist-bolts which detonated in a contained grenade blast-radius enveloping six Worgs and their Goblin masters, she grinned devilishly as they were incinerated in a fiery blazing inferno ‘Thank the Dwarves for their dark sorcery’ she laughed. The first Worg that came in close Zor fired upon, and it as well as its rider took a pair of bolts each. They collapsed as poison claimed them.
Zor: “Cerranis’s Goblin shock troops. Rather insulting to send goblins, orcs might have been more flattering’
10 Worgs ran into viewing distance, you could see the grotesque faces of the Goblins riding their backs and their weapons were a higher grade than usual goblinoid racial weaponry. The way they rode their fierce mounts was more skilled than you’ve seen. One Worg carried two Kobolds on its back.
Zor: “There’s another pack splintering off from the main, heading west’ the drow elf wove a hand in the direction of the approaching Worg riders, and their forms were outlined in crimson red flames. The Goblin riders freaked out and began trying to douse the fire, their eyes widened with alarm.