>>6156955And just like that the battle was over. Footmen carefully stabbed the bodies laying on the ground to make sure that they were dead as they walked over them. Archers stayed alert as the Rover Brothers took them and sent out sentries to watch the flanks. The first battle was over with an apparent overwhelming victory over the gnolls.
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>21, Success!“41 dead, no casualties on our side.” Cromwell told you.
You or the Royal Foot Guards didn't even need to use your weapons. Now your men were checking the gnoll bodies before piling them and their shoddy weapons in a pile.
“No one got wounded?” You asked him.
“No Prince Alric. We are picking up arrows and searching if we can find anything useful.” Cromwell said back to you.
That had gone well. Sir Foecourt and his cavalry had returned as well, they had cut down eight more gnolls, bringing the total number of butcher’s bill to 49 dead gnolls. A sizable force, if they had stayed together and organised, they could have proven to be a difficult enemy to any of your troops. But knocked apart and disorganised, they were no match to your might and magic.
“Good, keep searching and when everything is done, set the bodies on fire. They know that we are here now, no need to keep our stealth up.” You told him and continued. “And send riders to other columns, they are to be on alert and move carefully.”
“Understood Prince Alric.” Cromwell replied and saluted.
You had slung your tall kite shield on your back as you walked through the clearing. The men seemed a bit tired, but their spirits couldn’t have been higher. First battle being a decisive victory was a good sign.
A wind blew past you and you thought that you felt something in the corner of your mind. A sensation spread through your body as you looked around until your eyes spotted something hanging from a tree.
Walking towards it you knew what it was and what just had happened. They know that you are here, whoever set up the ward made from bones, bits of wood and rope, knew that you had just defeated the gnolls camped here.
“Prince Alric?” Gravis asked you carefully as he had followed you walk towards the hanging gnoll effigy.
A gnoll sentry ward. You had faced those before and in the gnoll grimoire you had taken was a description of one. A crude thing, apparently the mages of Dalaran can make much efficient and effective designs. You should probably get rid of it though, that should send a message back.
>Snap your fingers and set it on fire.>Take the Cinder Sword and cut it down.>Call Boyd and Williams here, let them deal with the magic sentry.>Have Gravis to shoot it.>Other, write in. 