Margaret
*Fey'd call back as she shambles after the tortoise,* "Save me a fur coat or cloak or somethin'!"
*She nods in satisfaction as she heads toward the parked tortoise*
Robert
"Fur coat or cloak. WHAT, does see think we just cut the belly and clothes come out?? Strange one"
Margaret
*Fey, indeed, wouldn't know how a fur coat or cloak is made, nope. Heh heh. She eyes her leg as she hobbles over to the tortoise.* "Better wash that off when I get to the big-ass turtle. Can heal it later, but if I don't wash it, might get infected or somethin;." *She mutters to herself.*
Regina
Rawntha could hear the trolls coming. They definitely were not being suble about their approach. 
The scouts had done good work. 

The moment the creatures broke through where they could be clearly see, the dwaves let loose a volley of bolts from their heavy crossbows. 

The dwarves were well trained, and the bolts we released within a fraction of a second. Unfortunately, that was the exact moment the lead troll's club came up while it was running. The heavy bolts stuck fast and true. 

The trolls kept on coming, more fearful of the predator noise Jeri had made than a group of dwarves.

The dwarves had time to reload and get off a second volley, but only a few bolts hit their marks, and none deep enough to cause any harm.

"Draw weapons!" Rawntha shouted just before the trolls slammed into the caravan carts.

The carts had been linked together with chain. The lead troll had intended to just crash through the carts, but ended up tripping and tumbling forward.

Rawntha was right there, and swung his axe down to sever the trolls head from it's body, but the troll rolled just in time for the axe to imbed itself in the shoulder, rendering the arm usless. It let out a terrible howl of rage and pain. 

The second troll wasn't very bright, and it also got tripped up by the reenforced carts. Bik attempted the same maneuver as Rawn, but the troll scrambled out of reach.

"FORM UP!"
Rawn yelled, and the dwarves formed two groups, one around each troll. They all raised their shields and began to attack, one at a time, slipping out of formation, from the respective troll's back side before retreating back to the line as the trolls spun to face their attacker.

It didn't take too long before the Trolls started to just charge the dwarven shield wall. Ol one arm managed to land a good club blow directly on a shield and launched its bearer out of formation.

Rawntha stepped into the gap formed by the launched dwarf, and this time, with his two handed war axe, swung with all his might, shearing through both kneecaps of Ol one arm. With his follow through he turned the swing up over his head and burried the axe into the trolls sternum.
Angelique
The scouts positioned themselves around the battle area in key choke points in case the trolls tried to escape or run off there would be scouts there to cut them off or push them back. They shouted battle cries and cheers to their dwarven brethren rallying them to kill the trolls. 

Jeri stood from his point watching on and got a bit queasy when rawn severed into the trolls arm. Lucile positioned herself in a high tree overlooking the battle but was paying close attention to their surroundings hoping no other trolls or worgs were coming.

The bird let Jeri know the worgs were defeated which was no surprise to him. When the trolls were defeated he would report to rawn and the scout master. 

In the meantime Jeri fought off nausea but kept his eyes on the fight and grimaced as he saw hard blows land. However when rawn landed his killing blow Jeri lost his composure and hurled behind a nearby tree.
Regina
"REFORM!"
Rawntha shouted after dispatching Ol one Arm.

The first and second rings of dwarves merged into 1 unit, 2 rows deep.
Rawn was wishing he hadn't left so many dwarves up in the mountains when he came down. He just hadn't wanted to show up with an army of dwarves and worry the townsfolk. 

But right now he really wanted his army!

The troll was absolutely in a rage now. He started swinging wildly in random directions. Gigfree took a direct hit to the chest and took out Frig who was behind him. Bik jumped in and managed to just evade getting hit in the head. Rawn took another turn and managed to just deflect the trolls weapon with his own, but the haft of his axe splintered, 

Bek jumped in from behind the troll at just that moment and hamstrung the beast.
It fell forward with a howl, and Urdle... The only dwarf in Rawn's crew who carried a shield with a spike on top and bottom, planted his shield in the ground. The troll landed chin first on the upper spike and impaled itself. 

Bek walked up and severed the trolls head from its body, while Urdle shouted out "See! I told you it would work! 'No... Spikes are stupid!' You all said... But look at that!"

Rawn smiled. It would be a long time before Urd would shut up about his win today. Then his mind wandered to the wounded.

"Alright. Lets start getting the wounded treated and patched up. Bik, go check out the wagons the trolls hit, see how badly they got buggared up. Bek, check the trolls for anything useful. 

"ULFRIG! I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE... GET YOUR SCOUTS TENDED TO AND GET BACK OUT THERE."

He looked around... "Now where have Kro and Fey gotten off too?
Oh..." It was then he remembered the large turtle and its passenger.

"I guess we're not all done here..."
Robert
Getting his sight back he waved at Yearning to come over and check to see if she was hurt. Other than a nice bruise no cuts. "Great job girl, you and I may work out well. Well over that way sounds like the fun ended. We should go there to check on then as cast some healing. I dont have much left in me but it may help. Lets drag one of these bad boys down with is." Taking the rope on the side of the saddle they drag back a worg on their way to the caravan.

Keladan lounged atop the back of his fair steed. One knee up and foot placed on the saddle where he sat and the other leg dangling loose below. He had fixed his appearance, reapplied a lavender spell jar of perfume to himself and surroundings. *Enchanted with bolstering of course* And also taken off Roxanne's two-step slippers and stowed them within the packs of her saddle. She gave him a curious 'Are you sure about that' glance and he waved her anxieties away. 
"They saved me, there's no need for concern..." 

 He prepared an ice quarts with a heating charm just in case for a.. Well a slow get away but the fog would cause confusion. So there, the elf sat on his noble shell of a throne and waited for his savior to make their appearance... Maybe he could even trade some of his goods if he was lucky.
Margaret
*At last, Fey hobbles up to the giant tortoise, noticing Kell is moving now. She tiredly leans on her flute, which she's been using like a long cane / short walking stick, and takes a better look at her leg.*

*Sally grouses in Fey's head,* 'you better clean me up good after this. I'm not a walking stick! I'm a beautiful lady! ... And flute. And sometimes a weapon. But, not a walking stick!'

*Fey inwardly grouches back,* 'well, it was that or crawl here. And I'm sure as fuck not doing that!'

*Sally harrumphs, but then mind-replies magnanimously,* 'ok, I suppose I can grant that point.'

*Out loud again, Fey hollers up at Kell —- yes, even if they're kinda-close, heh heh, but she won't get too close till she is quite certain he's safe. It sure wouldn't do, after all, to battle trolls and worgs, only for this pretty-boy with the pink hair to git 'er in the end!*

"Hey, you! Pretty-boy! You got room up there for me to have a seat? I need to tend to my hurt fuckin' leg! How are *You* Fuckin' feeling? When we first saw you, looked like shit!" *Fey shouts this with all the bad-ass bravado she can muster when not in costume, as as if she were much taller and stronger-looking than she really is.*

*She looks up from her leg to give Kell a critical narrow-eyed once-over. Then again, ... A twice-over? To see how he looks, before looking back to her leg. It looks ... Not great, but not super-bad, either. No 'meat' missing, but a few of the teeth-marks are still trickling blood. Though, that could be because of her leg flexing and so on as she hobbled her way over here.*

*She'll ugh, and grumpily look for a place to sit to tend to it, in case Kell doesn't have room up there for her.*
Robert
Keladan watched the *Mf* Hobble up to the side of his mount and he looked her over. 
This? This.. Was his savior? It didn't make sense but he couldn't feel any malintent towards him and felt safe enough to let his guard somewhat down. Even though she was semi small and with a petite build. Her presence did seem to tower over him a bit...
 Definitely she was a warrior not to be effed with. He saw and heard, albeit from a safe distance. What she was capable of... He ignored her question and focused on being called pretty, he loved to be reminded you know. But well... He looked good but he did not feel good. He blinked away splpain from his headache and tried to look *Whimsical.* 
"You're not looking too hot there, hero." 
 He scooted over and pat the empty area beside him on the saddle. Outstretching an arm to help pull the curious creature up onto Roxanne's back. The output of energy made him dizzy. Once she was seated he looked down at her worg bitten leg and nodded to himself. Pulling a sack of plants from one of the saddle bags. He picked around in the unorganized thing for awhile before producing a curious rounded purple leaf. 

"This here is anti-inflammatory and disinfectant. Just wrap it with this. Take it, as a thank you for defeating those ghastly monsters."
 Then he heard the sound of footsteps of others and panicked. Logic out of the window he threw down his prepared ice quartz and it cracked beginning to let out a thick steam into the area.. It hadn't occurred to him that all that noise couldn't come from one girl... He also hadn't thought of his mana-drain fatigue and promptly passed out again and the mist fizzled away.
Margaret
*Fey will frown and grimace in pain as she clambers clumsily atop of the tortoise to plot down by Kell. She grumbles at the clumsy scramble, but she pretty much can't use the bitten leg to help her climb up. Fortunately, her tail helps her keep balance, though she has to lash it back and forth harder to make up for the bad leg.*

"Oh, thanks!" *She eyes the leaf,* "Hmmm... Helps with infections and stuff, huh? I can use this, yeah! Oh, where di- ... Oh, wait, tha- ... Ah shit," *She starts to raise a hand to call him off, when he tosses off that ice quarts, but then, sighs, ... A huff, really ... And shakes her head, eyeing Kell as he, again, passes out, not even able to finish a spell.*

"Well, I guess I can guess what's wrong with him. Casting fatigue."

*Shaking her head, she sets to washing off the wound with some water first, to make sure it's clean. Then, she proceeds to crumbling up the leaf, taking a few bits of other stuff — more crumbled up leaves, some goop to stick it all together... Then with a slight grimace —* " Bl'ugh, bitter!" *— she eats it! Her stomach rumbles a moment, then she takes ahold of her tail, holding the tip over her other open hand, and with a grunt, she squeezes some more 'processed' ooze / goop from the tip of her tail! She rolls up this more processed goop into a marble-sized, slightly-glowing pinkish ball... Then with one hand rubs it over her wounded leg, pinching at bigger wounds, wincing hard as she does, with the other.*

"Fuckin' hell, that stings," *She complains,* But, other than a few left over scabs — the wound wasn't too super-bad, but still was bad enough where one does of her alchemical Cure spell didn't fully get it done. 

*Sally remakes in Fey's head,* 'Good enough for now, though, I'd say.'
*Fey nods in concorrance,* "Good enough for now. I should be able to walk on this with little issue, maybe even run, though I'll try not to do that. First, I should make sure whether any of the rest of the caravan needs healing more than m

E, right?"

*Sally agrees in Fey's head,* "I'd advise it."

*Fey nods,* "Now how to get this guy and his turtle back to the caravan? Can't leave them out here!"

*Sally gives a mental shrug.* 'Hell if I know. I know I sure as shit know more than *You*, but I do not know fainting pretty boys or the turtles they rode in on.' 

*Fey sputters giggles, trying to hold them in as as she slides to one side. She tries, oh tries, so very carefully — does he have lashes up here to hold on to or tie / hold him down, for bumpy trails and roads? — to position Kell so that, if she can get this tortoise movin', he won't slide off the darned big-ass turtle and break something.*

*She'll try things — in this order — to get the tortoise moving.*

*!) First, she'll try calling to it from up here on its back*

"Um, hello? Big turtle? Your boss is fainted up here, but I can tell you how to get to the caravan. Can you take us there? Then we can help your boss, and you'll be safe from more big-ass wolves and trolls an' shit. What do you say?"

*The tortoise slooowly glances back at her, then slooowly looks away, as if bored.*

"Shit. Ummm..." *She slides down from the toroise's back, wincing as she lands on the bum leg. Not bad, but still a twinge. She steps around to look the toroise in the face.*

"It's not safe for you, here, either. I want to help you, and your comatose boss! C'mon! Lots of food back in camp! Good stuff! What do you say?"

*The big, big shellback looks mildly interested, but hey, it's tired. So, it peers around, slowly, to see if there's more food closer at hand*

*Fey thinks hard...*

*Sally mentally suggests,* 'offer it a carrot. Just one. It's a big sumbitch. But then hold out an apple, after it eats the carrot. Then start walking back to the camp.'

*Fey hmps, and mind-replies,* 'I was goooing to...' *And takes out a carrot from one of her pouches kept in her belt* 

"See? Such a tasty carrot..." *She holds out out, and lets the tortuga munch away. Once it's finished, it now looks at her with much more keen, expectant interest. Fey backs up a few steps, and withdraws a nice, big, shiny red apple.*

"Look! Apple... So nice and red and shiny ... — whoa!"

*She starts walking backwards, having to jump back as the tortoise lurches at her, head and neck outstretched, maw opening wide!*

'Don't walk backwards, dumbass!' *Sally mind-warns. Fey rolls her eyes, and turns to walk the right way, but has to walk quickly to keep ahead of the hungry tortoise as she gradually guides it back towards the camp. She'll make sure to keep a really close eye on the sleeping beauty that is pretty-boy Kell, to make sure he won't slide his passed-out ass off the tortoise, as they go!*
Angelique
Jeri almost got away with his hurling in secret until the call was made for the scouts to get back to scouting. He tried to hurry himself along but a dwarven scout name Belk caught him. He let out a hearty laugh and smacked Jeri on the back as he hurled more. Belk arrived when the scouts regrouped and made sure to let everyone know why Jeri is late.

As Jeri approached the dwarven brethren laughed heartily and made playful jokes. Ulfrig reeled them in to be more serious and dispatched the units back ahead of the caravan. 

The scouts would scout ahead and stop when they were approximately a mile in front of the caravan to wait for confirmation that the caravan is prepared to begin travelling behind.
Margaret
*When everyone had regrouped, Fey had saved back two more uses of her alchemical healing, and had three potions of light curing, as well. She'd check to see if anyone else needed them, If enough others need them that she totally runs out, she'd need to go gather more herbs and other materials so she can restock. If she was left with one charge of her spell, she'd fix her leg the rest of the way, but only if she had that last charge left.*