"VAAAAARN!" Uglar yells, his mount bounding across the clearing where the goblins had been standing as he charges to Jex's aid.

"Come on Sheercleft," he barks, reaching down to pull Jex back up onto his boar. "Where'd the bugger go?"

Jex shakes his head. "He took my wits with his magic, then came and bonked me on the head pretty hard and ran off, that way..." He points in the vague direction. "Still in my head"

As the time passes Thruston impatience grows and says to the others. 

"We cannot linger here. Jex maybe in danger or just adding up to his count to later tell us he has won again. Let's go my friends, and let's try to break that shield wall... " says the Norscan as he starts to go down towards the battle. 

Uglar's eyes scan the smoky woods and a moment later he shakes his head angrily.

"Ach, get out o' me 'ead ye mangy git!" He shouts.

Vark gives an eager nod and advances along with his companions, letting the paladin take the lead but keeping close behind as they enter the swathe of smoke and soot.

Val hefts Rook and grins at Thurston. "Ladies first!" She immediately charges down into the valley without waiting for the others with a bestial battle roar!

As the Acharnost charges forward propelled by Val’s battle roar, the party finds a second wave of momentum in the form of a roaring wind at their backs. A rift tears through the wall of smoke, exposing any enemies in the path of the surging warriors. At the rear of the party is Vark, aloft as he maintains the jetstream.

It's not long before the corridor that Vark has cut through the smoke reveals a Dwarven ranger finishing a goblin on the end of his spear. Then another, and another. One by one they turn to join the Acharnost in their charge, scattering goblins before them as they reach the centre of the valley and crash against the two remaining ogres.

As Thurston charges through the smoke, moments before Vark clears it thanks to his magic,once again his impatien demeneanor gettin him into troubles, he stumbles upon a weird looking staff that tries to hit him twice. At the second swing he grabs it and pulls up, revealing a jester dressed goblin. Without a second thought he smashes the goblin's skull with Rikkazarik.The head falls back in a weird angle and a black smoke came up from it. The Norscan tosses the corpse away, shaking it from the weird looking staff, and holding it on his left hand he keeps walking. 

"JEX!" he screams "Where are you? I got one already!!" He waves the staff as proof of his kill. Then the rest of the Acharnost came and the smoke starts to clear. 

"Oh, you came? One? Have you been napping? I have 4 goblins, a warg and an ogre!" Jex screams at his friend through the smoke. "That last one did hit me pretty good though!"

He shakes his head a little as the confusion leaves his brain. 

"Pick up the staff and hat, we can't have another of them finding them." "And where are my manners. This is my friend Uglar. Uglar, these are my companions, the other friends of the ice cap peaks."

From atop the overlooking hill, Valen slapped down the bevor of his helm and spurred his horse to follow the rest. With Vark's enchantment, his steed swept as quickly as a zephyr. Valen shouted as he passed Thurston and Val, "Pardon! I could not bear to see you hurt while I stand aside." His lance couched and lowered, he took careful aim of the easy target. In the final heartbeats, a prayer raced through his mind. As he recited his beseechment, a luminous glow shrouded his armour. (Shield of Faith)

Lady Brigantia, Mother of Rivers, Shepherd of peaceful flocks, your Wall stands before enemies of peace. Grant me strength to repel them. If they should me their end by my hand, let their souls be carried by your currents to peace, and know my hands will work in penance to heal a hundred for each life taken.

The thrust was perfect, but the brute anticipated the attack. Valen shoved the tip for the middle of the ribs, but his ogre adversary twisted away and felt only the passing gash of the spearhead. Before it could react, the powerful warhorse was already far out of reach.

“The hat?” Says Thurston looking for it at his feet hoping it had fallen when he pulled up the goblin. “You know? We should start counting when we all are fighting! Greetings good Uglar! Care if we join the fight?” 

Uglar cracks a broad grin when he sees the Norscan approaching, accompanied by his kinsmen.

"BRINDEK," the dwarf yells, seeing a familiar face approaching. "Grab the Norscan and let's go!"

A ranger with a thick black beard draws his boar up besides Thurston, reaching down to offer a hand up atop the mighty beast. 

Thurston takes Brindek’s hand and jumps atop the Great War boar. 
“Wellmet Brindek of Khaz a Gungron! Let’s ride on this mighty beast towards the battle! Take me towards that shield wall my friend we will break the siege and make the city safe!!” As the large boar start to run he adds only for Brindek to hear him “Let’s not let Jex win this time” 

As they ride forward he throws Rikkazarik towards the ogre that Valen had charged.

Enjoying being beside his friend again, Jex unleashes an arrow, following the hammers path. It strikes deep into wound left by the hammer, causing the ogre to double over in pain. "Together again my friend. Battle is not the same without you." He winks at Thurston. "Uglar! He's about to topple, finish him!" He grips tightly onto the back of the boar with his knees, anticipating the sudden jolt of the charge to come. He is already placing the bow away and reaching for the scimitar again.

Thurston laughs at Jex's comment. 

"It was about time that we draw weapons together. I almost feel pity for these goblinoids.... " his lips turn into a grim half smile " almost..." 

Val spots the strange greenish flames of the fire and frowns; what sort of goblin-born huju was this?! She stomps over and with a massive swipe of Rook she scatters the burning logs in hopes of destroying whatever foul magics were at play here..

A sound like the cracking of ice echoes about the clearing as green flames battle momentarily with black sparks and are extinguished. The thin trail of grey smoke piping up from the top of the fire dissipates along with it and some kind of arcane shockwave radiates out from the epicenter, leaving the cover that permeates the valley to slowly dissipate in its wake.

Vark tenses as the magical shockwave pulses across the battlefield, then raises his spear in celebration as he realizes it was caused by Val dispelling the smoke screen. His torrent of wind ceases and his feet find the ground before he stops to scan for any threats nearby. Moments later, Jex sees too familiar eldritch bolts fly overhead and smash into his prey. Bits of the ogre’s pulverized skull are smattered around, and as Jex turns over his shoulder he can see a grin on the face of his sorcerous rival in the distance.

"Ya!" Uglar barks at his mount, urging it on towards the second ogre.

As the smoke clears, more and more can be seen between the trees. Goblin riders still stalk the woods atop their worgs and up ahead the hobgoblin shield wall looms.