You have indeed managed to get some spells up (the Guidances) before you wander back out. However, Gautrek, not being a complete idiot, has figured from the delay and the fact that most of you are still armed that there is something in the wind, and as Bjarni prepares to denounce him as a liar and a thief, he puts his lips to a great horn and sounds the charge.
As the cavalry close Ivar quickly casts Bless on Bjarni, Ulf and Jorund (Ivar himself and Osvald are not close enough to be included). Osvald, choosing his moment as best he can, is able to catch only two of the riders in the dazzling blast from his Colour Spray, but both men and their mounts go down. Jorund’s throwing hammer slips in his grasp as he offers to throw it, but fortunately no-one is in the way as it goes whizzing off with a sound like a peeved hornet.
Of the charging riders, Gautrek and two others target Ulf and all hit, striking respectable blows for mere rank-and-file soldiery. He takes 19 damage and is visibly hurt, but still well able to fight. Two ride by Jorund but appear tentative, striking him once for a fleabite: 2. The remaining three target Bjarni. Only one has enough swordsmanship even to get within a foot of him and Bjarni’s superior-quality chain mail withstands the blow easily. However, his counter-stroke also goes wide.
At this point Ulf goes berserk and immediately enters the Aspect of the Bear. The rider just in front of him screams like a girl, yanks the head of his horse around cruelly, and spurs the beast into a gallop, heading far away from the hairy horror. Ulf’s hands have sprouted terrible bear-like claws and with these he paws at the rider still in combat with him (Gautrek executed a ride-by attack and is now turning his horse quite expertly a chain’s length to the rear of the battle.) One claw strikes home tearing a nasty wound in the man’s flesh.
The berserk fury well fixed upon him, Ulf leaps to the attack with terrifying swiftness and this time both sets of claws beat through the horseman’s feeble defences. He is torn to dogsmeat in moments. :eek:
Jorund, now surrounded as per the plan, does not bother with his second throwing hammer but unhooks one from his belt to wield hand-to-hand with the one he is already holding (silver or cold iron offer no special benefits against normal men, and Jorund knows this well enough). He goes berserk and enters the Aspect of the Storm, becoming shrouded with a mist a-flicker with the blue glow that sometimes lingers around the mast-top when there is a thunderstorm at sea. One of the combatants, terrified by this awesome sight, tries to high-tail it out of there as his fellow did moments ago, but his abused mount responds by throwing him. He picks himself up, lent speed by fear, and man and horse make their separate exits.
This leaves Jorund with two opponents. He pincers one man between his two hammers, the weapons looking like toys in the huge fists of this giant, dropping him instantly.
Ivar, seeing the fighters doing well but Ulf hurt, decides not to bother with an attack spell, and hastens down from his perch onto the rapidly-becoming-denuded battlefield in order to administer a cure. He won’t get there this round though.
Osvald sticks with his plan to Magic Missile Gautrek. Two little glowing bolts appear, streak unerringly to Gautrek and strike home. He is visibly hurt but keeps his composure and his seat.
Bjarni’s sword hums through the air. His man completely misreads the direction of the beautifully-executed stroke and the superb blade strikes home, severely discommoding the miscreant who, however, also stays in the saddle.
At this point Gautrek, observing the ruin of his force, blows a quite different note on his horn. “Retreat!”
Bjarni, who has lately shed blood he did not mean to, stands aside coolly as his man turns his horse and flees. Unfortunately the two berserkers only see enemies doing a poor job of guarding themselves and seize the opportunity for a free hit… which means that only Gautrek and one other are left to flee in good order, along with a man desperately begging for a lift and another who is already fifty yards away and spurring his horse to greater efforts. Gautrek is leader enough to slow down and let the set-afoot man catch hold of his horse’s mane and swing himself aboard.
You have Ulf wounded (19), Jorund scratched (2), two men spell-blasted senseless along with their steeds, and one who is on the very point of expiring as Ivar appears at the doorway. Over to you.
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), you have a fine team to support you.”