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Your spearpoint whistles and sings at a pitch just outside your range of hearing - you move without conscious thought, knees bent, your feet rippling over the soft earth. Your senses are sharpened by the chaotic scene as you wheel into range of the enemy – you were made for this. The Tegeans have finally realized that they are under attack - but their previous lack of discipline hinders them. Their lazily-erected tents, scattered around the wooden watch-tower, now prevent them from quickly assembling as a united force - they trip over each other and their tent-lines as they bunch together into small, confused groups.
You blink - your spear plunges into the breast of a young man, smashing aside his ribs, puncturing his lung, shredding his heart. He dies instantly as you retract your weapon - his teeth grip the earth as you step over him. You glance up and see that the <span class="mu-i">Inachian Honorguard</span> now threaten the Tegeans from all sides, begin to draw the trap shut. Despite their fewer number, they are effectively corralling the enemy closer to the watch-tower. Shouts of alarm come from Tegeans as they catch a glimpse of your hulking form, and of the mismatched gear of the concealed Argives:
<span class="mu-i">“Look, Heraclid!”</span> and <span class="mu-i">“Dorians - sound the alarm!”</span>
You blink - you are pulling your spear free from a Tegean’s shattered eye-socket. Gore and streams of mulched brain flow freely from the wound. You step over his boneless corpse - you have already forgotten his face. In the chaos, none of the enemy can locate their fallen hornsman; at least for now, the wider estate is unaware of your ambush. Your honor guard commit themselves well to the butchery – Tegean shouts and cries of alarm fly into the night air - but they do not sail upon the wind. The night air is still; there is little breeze. Their shouts will not carry far.
You blink – you have torn out the throat of a young man foolish enough to charge you. He flops against the earth like a gasping fish. You look up again, and see that the remaining battered Tegeans have collected themselves into loose ring, shields and spears outward, backs against the watch-tower. A desperate defense, and one doomed to fail, even if you were not present. Still, the fight is not yet over, and desperate men can sometimes surprise. You shift your grip on your spear and advance – you will smash apart their resistance and pick them apart!
>okay, /qst/ - give me another set of rolls!
>Hippomedon auto-wins his combat rolls - I need ONE roll of dice+1d5+13 to determine damage output!
>The Inachian Honorguard are rolling for initiative - I need ONE roll of dice+1d20 for this. No ambush bonus now that true battle is joined (although this will reset for the next watch-tower).
>The Inachian Honorguard are rolling for combat - I need THREE rolls of dice+2d20 for this.
>I'm rolling for Tegean initiative and combat performance (current -9 malus) and combat performance. This is going to be a blow-out...