Rolf draws level with the swirling battle, the tunnel filling with the clash of brass.

Blight! Why could they not wait!

No time for recriminations now, only action. Luckily his late arrival put him in perfect flanking position.

He nocks an arrow, draws his bow, breathes. Sights down the shaft, aiming for the nearest flanker and release.


Throw 3 motes at the archery roll w/ EoL (7d10)[10][6][5][7][9][8][1](46)