The battle continues. We start to regroup around a tree trunk. More reinforcements arrive, things are starting to not look good for our adventurers. After many friends have fallen only to be saved by their comrades, Amadeus surrounds us all with a wall of force. We talk quickly and decide a tactical withdrawal is warranted. Pickets hound takes off running for home.
We arrive back at the horn. We heal our wounds and decide to go meet the fast approaching caravan of supplies. Word comes of a group of 4 coming to the horn, they were not able to be stopped prior to leaving town. They appeared to be well respected seasoned adversaries.
We teleport to the main road and walk in disguise to the nearest way house. While we wait for the soon to arrive supply wagons we relax in the inn. A band of patrolling elves arrives and takes a table in the inn. The question now is, slay these fools? Or wait until the convoy passes? Or lay low.
The adventures of the party as recorded by the Chronicler
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