Hurosk focuses his hunter's senses on one of the bug-like creatures and fires two quick shots at the one that charged up to Kyne as he rushes to get into position. However, both hasty shots sail over his target's head.

    "What are these things!?" he shouts to their guide.

[Placeholder of Dworic swinging and missing bugs

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"Thri-Keen!!" she shouts really scared "They are hunter tribes from the mountains!!" 

Hursok notices that there are no mountains nearby, not even in sight in the horizon. 

Shallan doesn't care about that and fires a bolt of fire to one of them, impacting in its carpace and leaving a charred mark. The thri-keen snarls in pain and snaps his mandibles several times. 

Everyone can hear a raspy voice in their heads

"I'll suck your bones dry for that mammal..." 

Daedagnir is in Kyne's hand faster than anybody can see the elf move. The dragonshard embedded in the weapon's hilt flares a brilliant scarlet and the blade is so wreathed in flames that not an inch of the steel is to be seen as it slices through the carapace of the thri-keen before him like a knife through butter.

"You may find that difficult without a mouth," Kyne quips back as his fire scorches another foe on the backswing.

The fight rages on as the party moves deadly and counterattack the alien creatures. 

Seb'riel almost freezes the one that his brother has maimed with a ray of cold, and Lyreis, making good of the sinergy between the elves maneuver around their foe and, spinning his doubled-edge scimitar, decapitate it. 

That makes the rest let out a shriek and chittering. One of them falls upon Lyreis, inflicting a grevious wound in the back of the elven warrior. 

Chanterelle launches herself into the fray, swinging her maul and impacting one of them but taking a hit of the long curved weapons herself. 

The one that has no rushed into combat looks at Kyne and the elf sorcerer fills an assault on his very mind. He can only hear as if thousands of insects chitters in his brain and the pain that starts at the back of his head and spreads down his spine is execrating. He falls to one knee but fortunately it only last for a second and he can recover. 

Moltaris asses the situation. With one of the hunters down they should be able to defeat the others, but the last one has done something to Kyne and seems to be a wild card that could balance the scales in their direction.  

      Hurosk turns his attention to the apparent leader of this little swarm of thri-kreen. He takes aim, but his mind is suddenly filled with a chittering sound and his shot misses badly. He tries for another shot, but his head hasn't cleared and the arrow skips off the ground and away from his target.

   "Damnit! Get outta my head!" The half-orc shakes his head in anger.

With a whisper and a flick of her rapier tip, Moltaris moves Bright Mother's deadly gift to pierce the thri-kreen's carapace with divine force, while her own ebon blade strikes from the opposite side. "Well met, hunter. Even as you fall, I honor your strength and battle acumen. Rest in the Bright Mother's embrace."

[Dworic goes up to bloodied bug, miss once and then second hits with his Kinetic Hammer]

Kyne staggers, clutching at his head as he reels from the psychic onslaught, and thrusts his blade at the insectoid creature between him and Lyreis. However, its many arms cast Daedagnir aside.

Seb'reil focuses her efforts on the one who has sent the pysich energies against them. A firebolt hits the creature in the chest and the pain prevents him to focus enough to use his mental powers again. 

The two remaining hunters moves around their intended victims, trying to separate them but to no avail, the two elves has been fighting together long enough and the incredible footwork of Lyreis make their efforts fail. They get, however, to connect at least one of the blades to the elves, and Kyne is starting to feel the loss of blood. Chanterelle, flies around one of them but she is unable to pass the defences of the creature's fighting style with all those arms. It seems to the faerie that he has the curved blades all around. 

[Molly stalks the thri-kreen she senses is psychically active, and plants fear in its heart with her blade]

Shallan fires another firebolt with precision to the hunter that is fighting with Kyne. 

Hurosk curses when his arrows ricochets against the insectoid creatures carpace. 

Dworic powers up his armor.

[two swings and bug dead]

With another of the alien creatures down the scales of the fight drop into the party's side real quick. 

Moltaris is surprised that they were still fighting, wounded, outnumbered, for the few things she knew about this mountain dwellers they weren't stupid, or suicidal. Still they keep fighting. Even when Seb'riel uses one of her spells and caught the remaining fighters on a death ice prison the one who seemed to be the leader, with a rage scream, charged towards them. 
But Hurosk was at the ready and a well placed arrow between the eyes cut his charge short. 

The fight is finally over, with the dead thri-keen laying in the ground and the party panting, still a little bit confused. 
Moltaris can't shake the thought of that something is still off in all of this. 

"Everyone alright? Anyone need an assist?" Moltaris looks around in the wake of the failed ambush. After a pause, she continues, "Something about all this is troubling me. Thrikes are cunning warriors, intelligent and skilled hunters. They would not have attacked a group like ours with twice their number unless they had some advantage to put us down. And they certainly would have fled to regroup when the fight was lost."

Kyne wipes Daedagnir's blade clean on the grass, before sheathing it and stretching out his arms.

"I could use a nap, but I'll live," he tells Moltairs. "You're right though. Something here doesn't add up. We should be cautious. Not that wasn't already the case."

"I... I do not understand either... they.. they shouldn't be here... " says their guide, still shaken by the whole experience. He looks to them and adds " I... Do not get me wrong but it's like the Exalted always says... that the outsiders... " she seem ashamed to say the next words "... attract evil to them... I... I don't know" 

(Of course my post didn't went trough) 

The party needs to find another spot to camp, as they didn't want to rest nearby the corpses of the alien hunters. 

they find a better place near other obelisk and they prepare to get another well deserved night rest under the stars of the strange land of Riedra. 

The night goes by, with their shifts crawling along the hours without incident.

Dworic has pleasant dreams of working together in the forge with his kind, taking proud of the work done for the better of his clan and community.

 The journey goes on without further incidents until they reach their intended destination, Borutesh, by the mid hour of the third day of travel.

The village itself is the first true settlement since Dar Ulatesh that seems to require protection. Stone walls some 20 feet tall circle a cluster of stone buildings and towers behind. Two structures dominate the skyline: the hanbalani monolith at the village’s core, and a manor framed with crystal and steel just inside the wall’s western edge.
The Borutesh gatehouse is busy with activity, quite unlike the smooth and quiet labor you witnessed while escorted through Dar Ulatesh. Half a dozen human guards stand at the open gate, surveying the host of Riedran commoners bringing carts of goods in from the fields. Besides the humans, at least ten towering ogres haul crates, barrels, and quarried rocks between the humans’ workstations and through the village gates.  
Although the ogres go about their work diligently, their grunts and roars of effort are audible even with the village distant.

"Are we permitted to enter Borutesh, T'chama?" Kyne asks, still unsure of their exact position in this strange land.

"Yes we are " says their guide "You will need to show your papers at the entrance though"