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Draklon Raiders (Silent-Sigfig):
The mounted spearman charges over the pine tree, hoping to break Frostborne’s small formation.
The gar spear-bearers react by killing his horse, disrupting the spearman as he falls backward.
The Iron Crossbow fires.
The heavy bolt streaks toward a pine tree.
And hits home, splashing fire against the upper part of the pine.
The tree seems to groan as it splits in half, ominously leaning toward where Farcus and another swordsman are at.
"Oh, gods,” Farcus gasps, “scatter!”
He turns and tackles his companion and they both bail just barely out of harm's way.
The top of the pine lies smoldering just an inch away.
“Bah!” Lucer raises from his cover and points toward the stockade’s last line of defense. “Charge! Cut those petty little, shite-for-brains down!"
Archers string their bows and let loose a volley.
A couple miss, but there's still enough damage to dispatch a spearbearer.
The rest of the soldiers jump the tree in hopes of mopping the rest up, but don't do anything effective.
The small group of macemen move up toward the flank, raising their flails in hopes of crushing some skulls.
A response action from a villager might just crush the macemens' hopes instead.
He knocks over the giant barrel of partially-frozen water, the liquid oozing out toward the macemen.
A maceman's legs are frozen to the ground, rendering him immobile. The rest of the macemens' movements are halved.
Lucer moves up and takes a jab at an unsuspecting spearbearer, but his damage roll is crap.
The Iron Crossbow moves up behind Lucer, looking for new targets.
Undead Sentinels (Lawmaster):
The two surviving sentinels get up and sneak over to the greater dire wolf's hind quarters.
This was seriously both their attack rolls.
With such a bad crit-fail, the two are properly punished. The dire wolf kicks them back, sending them both flying.
This sentinel's corpse gets lodged in the top of the stockade.
The other rolls down the stairs but isn't dead, only disrupted.
The Highlord turns and confronts Ken and his dire wolf, wielding his newly-crafted staff.
With a swing of his staff the Highlord strikes the dire wolf's face, but doesn't quite kill it.
The Highlord then jumps back an inch out of the wolf's reach, surprisingly quick for a rotted corpse.
