They are not faring well
Not at all in fact.
Several cart pullers were killed in by arrows, not having any armor on whatsoever to reduce their weight. The mercs are faring slightly better, but are still losing pretty hard to the attackers.>>76342
You leap to the air again, handily dodging the slow buffalo. As he charges into thin air, he looks around him, confused as to where you disappeared to.>>76344
You try to push and pull at him, attempting to bring him down on the ground, but fail to do so as he remains firm in place.
As he poises his greatsword to stab at you, Sol >>76339
moves in between you and takes the blow. Luckily, once again, her armor saves the day and she only stumbles a bit from the blow.>>76345
Tsk tsk, always so keen on spamming that attack. And always it bites you in the ass.
Tired from performing the two lasts spells, your horn fails to launch the lightening and instead sends the jolt through your body. Your legs weaken as your muscles scream in agony and you fall to the ground helpless.
Suddenly one of the attackers lets out a sharp scream as a stinger impales her spine, making her collapse in a thrashing heap before stopping to move forever.
The mare next to her only has time to look up in horror at the undead manticore before it bites into her face, crushing her skull with a loud crunch.
The cloaked Zebra hops off his mount, only to be met by another attacker wielding a large axe, ready to stike - before an arrow pierces his eye, coming from a very badly burned undead archer a short way.
Another attacker, still shocked by the sudden appearence of the undead can't react to the hoof touching his chest, aging him to a ripe old age, before the Kris severs his throat.
Rolling for the rest of the caravaneers againRolled 8, 3, 8, 4, 8, 3, 7, 5, 5, 7 = 58