The wind is cool and comfortable. The road beneath your feet is level. An occasional ancient cobblestone peeks through the dirt road, indicating decades of neglect. A noticeable amount of footprints begin to lead up and down the road, many of which were made by small, clawed feet. Laharl and Tralumin rush forward excitedly with Jacen and Olalias following not far behind.
Small creatures hiding behind rocks spring into view and begin to rush the party. With a shriek, the small humanoids attack. Scaled and rust-colored, they have reptilian heads and tails. Laharl manages to boldly throw himself into the fire in an effort to leave his team on the upswing.
Tralumin is not shy to act as he assumes the front line, disorienting enemies with sharp notes from his accordian.
Laharl is fighting deftly, trying to ward off any additional attackers.
Olalias quickly tends to the wounds of Laharl before attacking, then uses his words to aid the attacks of Jacen and Tralumin.
Jacen holds up the back, fending off the lizard brutes that wrap around to attack
In the midst of all the fighting, various stones and pots fly out from a rock on the field hitting Laharl and Olalias, who were in battles of their own, while Talumin fights far enough away to not be targeted. Both Laharl and Olalias are stricken with embers from the pots, though only Olalias was lucky enough to put out the flames. After finishing all off all of the lizard swarm, the party rushed to the mysterious pot and rock slinger behind the rock. They were able to swiftly kill him
After finishing off all of the lizards, the party grabbed all salvageable loot and piled it in the middle. They walked away with 34 silver pieces, which Tralumin held on to, five short swords, and fifteen javelins, which Jacen carried. They walk away with moderate cuts and bruises, but press on being just able to make out some farms on the horizon