[ooc: After a month-long hiatus, I'm finally trying again, and my RPer's broken.
Here goes...]
The horsemen, about fifty in number, ride in a wedge directly at the knot of bandits, who scatter to avoid being trodden on. Jack assists their escape by teleporting several more back over the battlefield. With the few remaining bandits disposed of, the horsemen vanish.
Arthur "Obviously someone's picked up a new illusion since Last time I was here."
John simply smirks and serves up another fireball to the Last bandit climbing the tower.
A shout is heard from the front wall, and the party spins around. Guards and bandits alike are running from the shield wall, on which a large bag of flour is resting. The shield is swaying and buckling in an alarming manner, and the green glow is swirling angrily. Arthur turns pale.
Arthur "The container for the wall is dissolving, which will release all that force magic! Most of it should be directed out toward the bandits, but enough will come back this way that the baron won't like what he finds."
John "Container? What are you doing messing with force containers?"
Arthur "I saw it used once when a mage wanted to reinforce his force wall. I thought it might help reflect larger projectiles. Of course, I only saw it once, and it wasn't exactly a large-scale operation..."
John smacks his forehead in frustration. Before he can speak again, a large gash rips across the shield.
[ooc: Not that good, but the best this rusty old codger can come up with.
And Arthur gives a big
to Narp for trying to give away his gold.
]
[ October 11, 2003, 20:55: Message edited by: Krsqk ]