Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20200103190855/@comment-17114085-20200104131119

The scout group broke through the autumn forest and encountered a group of 9 elves currently engaged with a single man. The man was dressed in a missmatch of armor: a worn Atmoran gambeson overwhich was some chainmail, an Atmoran horned helmet, a single Orcish shoulderguard and two different looking Orcish gauntlets. Despite the man's rugged appearance, the Companions all recognized him as they had fought beside him before. Hans was the name they knew him by, the man with the Fox amulet and the pale white hair.

Hans had already killed two elves, both corpses were littered nearby his current position. One had its throat cut open while the other seemed to have had his chest cleaved apart by an axe.

The man was currently using the trees to defend from the incoming spells from the two elven mages while also engaging the warriors that were trying to encircle him.

The Falmer met the invaders in the courtyard. Nesiro and the Paladins met their charge and entered into a controlled skirmish, maintaining a defensive line so as to try to keep the humans from spreading too much in the courtyard.

Meanwhile, the archers and curates on the walls turned around and began firing into the backs of the humans that made it into the fortress.

"SUGRAHDUN!" Harald shouted as he entered battle, turning all the pent up rage of having watched his kinsmen dying around him into fuel for his ferocious attacks against the elves. He jabbed at them with his spear, reached the Paladins before they reached him, with unnatural speed from his shout. Those that had the misfortune of facing the young Jarl hardly had the time to react before his spear found their weakpoints.

Jarl Ivar was a more blunt force. He wielded the war axe Foecrusher, an heirloom inherited from his ancestor Jeek of the River. Due to his robust size he was like a mighty boar charging into the enemy ranks, the smaller and less muscled elves couldn't stop his onslaught as he swung the ancient weapon that had tasted pools of Falmer blood during the Return.

Gauldur conjured up a Storm Atronach as soon as he entered the courtyard and had the familiar focus his attention on the elves atop the wall. He fought with his staff of thunderbolts, sending strikes of lightning at the elven mages.