Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141123051955

"Alrighty then. Let's keep moving," Ranwulf nodded, leading the others away from the fissure and moving them down the rocky hill, where they'd hopefully be out of sight of the ogres.

At first their plan worked. The ogres didn't seem to notice them and continued to tend to their bonfire without so much as a glance in their direction.

Then it all went to hell.

One moment, Veranwen had been trying to slip past the ogres along with the others and had been doing a pretty good job, having cast a muffle spell to quiet her footsteps as they silently made their way down the path. The next moment, she had fallen down into the cold snow with a cry of pain, dropping her staff in the process. An arrow shaft sprouted from the top part of her right ankle, having seemingly come from nowhere.

Ranwulf whirled around, his face a mix of confusion and shock. Unfortunately, the ogres did the same. Up on the rocky hill above, the company could hear disturbed growls and rumbles from the ogres as they came out from their makeshift encampment in the shadow of the stronghold to investigate.