Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140822032436/@comment-5543592-20140828004201

(Eh, didn't see Rider's post before I posted.  This is enough.)

"Commander!  Target is in sight!" Whispered the Guardian. They rolled one of the ballista up, the Justicar's favoritve piece of weaponry. It fired three exploding bolts at a time, taken straight from a Dwarven schematic, and the Thalmor team had four of them. They had been a pain to transport, having to sail all the way around Tamriel and all, although they had known the group would be taking this path for a long time. Coupled with the archers, mages, and the higher vantage point, their victims down below wouldn't stand a chance. The plan was to kill whoever they could and run the rest of them out onto the tundra, where they would hopefully freeze to death. First they would take out the horses, then the people.

The Thalmor moved closer to the mountain's edge. Galadir now knew they were people shaped.

Emrey, J'Baad, and Eogan had long ago moved into position. Emrey, taken up a point behind a tree to watch the fight, with J'Baad and Eogan applying similar strategies. There was little they would be able to do to help while the fight was taken place at ranges and the enemy was up top.

"Have Strike Team 2 move in." Commander the Justicar to his messenger. The little elf sprinted through the snow towards the second team, which was on the ground with their targets.

Everyone was in place. Justicar held up his hand and gave the closed fist signal.

"Fire at will." Ordered the Guardian.

There was an ominious whistling sound. Emrey furrowed his brow and looked up to see dozens of arrows raining down on the group's position. "Shit!" He ducked and covered.

As the archers held back out of sight, mages ran forward to the ridge and began firing Fireballs, Firebolts, Lightning Bolts, and Ice Spikes down at the group, first targeting the horses.