Longbow: Attack 20, Damage 8

Dah’ren shoots back at the one firing at him, the sound of arrow impacting flesh and bone can be heard in the distance. 

”Please stop this madness! Just let us pass! ” He shouts to the elves. If the fighting continue, death would follow, and he didn’t want that happen just because of a misunderstanding. He hopes with all three injured in some ways they would stop pursuing further.

Riyphou needs to put all his efforts to guide the horse of Sen’s cart away from the ambush site. He doesn’t want to strain them more than necessary and opts to hurry along himself, dashing along with reigns in hands. “I can give Sen a few healing berries once they stop shooting at us!” He announces to the others and adds a question to no one in particular, half asking himself really, “What do they want, anyway?”

With his shield still out to block any incoming arrows, Zzyzyn jogs along side Kin's cart, adrenaline propelling his quick steps forward. He was practically useless when it came to fighting at a distance, so he was thankful that a few of the other guards were a little more help than he was. Panting slightly, he shouts back to Riyphou, his voice lilting slightly because of his jogging, "They're probably pissed about that fire a while back." Sure, if he was an elf, he'd be angry about it too, but that didn't give them the right to kill folks traveling along the road. He thought elves were supposed to be better than that. 

Tyrgram braced himself when the cart began moving. There was little they could do to get close to the ambushers so the next best thing was to put even more distance between their attackers and the caravan. He glanced at Ovrola to see how she was holding up amidst all the commotion.

Action: continue using Dodge action
Movement: riding along on the cart.

Another arrow flew from the trees, hitting between the gaps in Raf's armor. He grunted at the attack, eyes narrowed as he focused on getting his wagon away with the rest of the caravan. Beside Tyrgram Ovrola was tense, trembling as she kept herself low and focused on keeping the horses moving despite the arrows flying at people. She was clearly terrified, shaking slightly as she tried to just breath.

"Stupid groups making this journey harder on the rest of us," Kin snarled, pained.

The caravan rumbled forward, moving just the slightest bit quicker, getting further away from the elves in the trees as Dugal focused his attention on keeping their train of wagons moving forward. Each member now ducking down low, trying to keep out of sight of the arrows if they could.

Perched atop the wagon, the tiny wizard continued to throw Fire Bolts at the elves. She targets the elf that is still shooting arrows (#2).

Attack 17 damage 5

One elf drops from the trees, dead, from the flung fire by Maxie's hand. There is rustling in the trees, and then the distant sight of arrows flying completely stops. The woods fall silent. Clearly, with a dead companion, the rest of the elves in the trees have decided to flee. Collectively the caravan appears to breathe a sigh of relief. Dugal enforces pace for a few more minutes, if only to be sure, before he calls the train of wagons to halt.

"Everyone take five, bandage yer wounds," Dugal shouted. "We'll be back on the road shortly, take stock. You! Uh, large...loxodon? Riyphou, was it? How is....?"

Findal hops down from his wagon, heading over to Maxie to pat her on the head with a bright smile. "Good work! Good work!" His duplicates follow the action for the moment, before he dismisses them with a wave of his hand.

Ovrola finally uncurls from next to Tyrgram, pulling herself down from the wagon. "Anyone injured? I can apply s-some healing!"

Once the arrows stop zipping through the air towards the caravan, Zyzzyn finally lowers his shield and focusses solely on keeping pace with Kin's wagon. As he jogs alongside the injured woman, he feels a hot coal of anger start to burn within his chest. How dare those elves attack them! Attacking innocent traveler with no provocation was something monsters did, not people. Shaking his head angrily, he lets a sharp breath as his legs pump beneath him, carrying him swiftly across the verdant terrain. It appeared that the Tanglewood was truly filled with nothing but monsters. 

Once Dugal calls for a stop, Zzyzyn slows to a halt near Kin, panting slightly as he wipes a thin sheen of sweat from his forehead. He didn't really have the build of a runner, but he was able to keep up just fine. He's about to walk over to Kin and check on her wound, but he instead raises a hand high in the air and waives it side to side when Ovrola calls out and asks about injuries. "Kin's been hit!" he shouts to be heard over the others. With Kin seemingly in good hands for now, Zzyzn immediately turns and casts a furtive look at the forest around them, wary for any more ambushes. It would be just their luck to escape from one ambush just to stumble into another. 

Perception: 23

Ovrola dashed over to Kin with a quick, "Thanks!" She spent a moment with hands pressed down against Kin's side. There is a faint, soft glow that comes from her fingers as she passes healing magic into the arrow wound, removing it when necessary. Raf joined her, having bandaged his own wound and seeking a touch of her healing magic, which she offers freely a second time. Ovrola glanced around the camp and the group and called out, "Anyone else?"

"Here," bellows Riyphou. "Sen was hit hard. She went down," he explains when Ovrola draws near and he regards Dugal. "I stopped the worst bleeding with field bandages but some magic wouldn't go amiss to get her back up." Riyphou conjures a handful of Goodberrys and distributes them among the injured. "These will help to recover some of your forces. We shouldn't linger too long, they might decide to come after us again."

 Tyrgram took note of what Ovrola did. The healing, the glowing, the eagerness to help: there was more to her than he had thought. He was impressed.

'Miss O-Ovrola?' He said kindly. 'Are you perchance a cleric?'

Maxie watches the healing from her perch atop the wagon, not interfering since he has no way to help with wounds. Once that she focuses on keeping a watch on the forest in case the elves or something else attacks from there.

Dah’ren was saddened by what has transpired. His kin died for nothing, following a misplaced anger that has rooted too deep in their hearts. He mourns the dead, saying a prayer to nature to accept his kin’s soul.

When the caravan finally stopped, Dah’ren immediately took out the arrow on Raf’s back, and put pressure on the wound, he then calls for a healer.

”Raf got shot! Help him!” He shouts when he heard Ovrola’s offering to heal the wounded.

Ovrola moved from Kin to Raf, healing the injury, and then from Raf over toward Riyphou and Sen where she spent several minutes, hands a slight glow as she focused. By the end Ovrola had a fine sheen of sweat across her brow as Sen finally roused from her unconsciousness. Tired, she said, "I'm glad I could be of h-help," before she shuffled back toward her own wagon and sat down.

Tyrgram's question brought Ovrola up short, and she blushed lightly as she waved a hand. "O-oh. No. I'm not...a cleric. I-I just...dabble. In...things."

"Thank you," Riyphou says to Ovriola who he notices has put everything into helping Sen. "I'm really sorry, that I didn't protect her better. It only took one bolt. How could we have known and prevent that?" he laments clearly affected by his inaptitude. "How are you?" he directs at Sen with guilt in his voice and offers her a Goodberry that he had conjured earlier.

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Tyrgram's question brought Ovrola up short, and she blushed lightly as she waved a hand. "O-oh. No. I'm not...a cleric. I-I just...dabble. In...things."

'Nonsense!' Tyrgram cheered jubilantly. 'You have a gift, miss O-Ovrola: no need to be modest about it.'

After everyone wounded is getting healed by Ovrola and the other crewmen has taken a breather, Dah’ren urges the caravan to move once more.

”We should go now, the farther we are from them the better.” He makes sure Raf is able to continue driving before hopping on his wagon once more.

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"Thank you," Riyphou says to Ovriola who he notices has put everything into helping Sen. "I'm really sorry, that I didn't protect her better. It only took one bolt. How could we have known and prevent that?" he laments clearly affected by his inaptitude. "How are you?" he directs at Sen with guilt in his voice and offers her a Goodberry that he had conjured earlier.

"We-we will be better prepared," Ovrola concluded to Riyphou before shuffled away back toward her wagon.

 "Better." Sen takes the goodberry offered with a nod. "That...hurt." Sen shifted for a moment, then got to her feet to look over the horses. "Thank you for protecting me."

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After everyone wounded is getting healed by Ovrola and the other crewmen has taken a breather, Dah’ren urges the caravan to move once more.

”We should go now, the farther we are from them the better.” He makes sure Raf is able to continue driving before hopping on his wagon once more.

 Dugal nodded, sharply, at the suggestion. "Wise. Round up, everyone! We should be on our way!" There was no telling when the elves would return, if they would return, and Dugal would not like to risk it with the group. They had taken a few moments to gather themselves from the clear scare, and now it was time to move on.

Findal glanced over the caravan guards as Dugal settled back into his wagon, and then over toward Maxie with a soft hum. "Well, that was bracing," he mused brightly. "Good job, little one." Findal likewise settled into place.

Raf situated himself once more at his wagon, Sen following suite if a little shaky. Ovrola settled herself, nervously, into place and glanced to Tyrgram with a, "I-it is just dabbling," as firmly as she could.

Zzyzzyn does not see a threat at this time, but that does not mean that one might be on the horizon.

The rest of the day's travel passes relatively uninterrupted. The caravan group is, mostly, on high alert when it comes time to settle for the night. Dugal directs the caravan to a small pulling off point, a ways from the treeline, for everyone to circle up. Dinner is handed out, and while most of the tension from the earlier events in the day remain, it is rather peaceful for the night.

"Any elves?" Dugal questions Dah'ren as everyone finally begins to settle down, cautious to a fault. It is clear the events of the day have gotten to most of the caravan members, aside from Dugal who has appeared as dour as the day he met the guards, and Findal who maintains a chipper sort of air around him.

After the fight was over, Maxie was in a bit of a daze as she tries to sort things out. 'I  might have killed someone. They were trying to kill the people I was protecting, and they almost killed Sen. They would have killed Sen if it wasn't for Riyphou. Killing them was justified. Killing them was the right thing to do to protect the caravan. But I killed someone, or at least knocked them out of the tree. The others were shooting at them too, but my shot was the one that knocked someone out of the tree. If only my sleep spell had worked! Why didn't put at least one person to sleep? I've killed mosters before, but this time i may have killed a person.'

OOC: In other words, her thought are spinning round and round. Not uncommon the first time you kill someone, even if it is in self defense.

Zzyzyn patrols the perimeter of the caravan with a stoic determination as the others start to settle down for the night. He wasn't about to let the others get hurt again by another ambush if he could help it. Besides, he wasn't hurt at all, and he figured the other guards could use a nice break for a bit after the events earlier that day. His stomach growls in protest after a few long minutes of keeping watch, so he finally relents and grabs a quick bite to eat before heading back out to patrol and keep guard. On his way back, he hears Maxie's almost delirious rant, and he hesitates for just a moment before continuing on his way. She'd get over it eventually. Besides, he was worse than useless when it came to consoling others.