Joseph
*It was a rather gloomy night, and the two hunters boldly told eachother of their finest kills, as the cart moved along the road. It was filled, almost to the brim with their kills. Though there was a rather clean-ish section hastily set-up for the accompanying adventurers to sit, assuming they lacked horses of their own. The road ahead is a little foggy, from the weather, and a figure runs out of the night, causing the cart to stop.*

"Turn back now! There's bandits on the road! There's atleast three, I think!"

*The person, a roughly 50 year old Macen with pure white hair, cried out to the group. The man was clad in simple village gear, no doubt he was out on a job of some sort when he had encountered the bandits he spoke of. However, the old man looks back into the foggy night, and runs down the road, instead of risking his life further.*

"Well, I guess its a good thing we hired on some escorts. Go on then, might as well make sure there's no trouble. We'll stay here and guard the cart."

*One of the hunters said, glancing at the two adventurers. The fog is thicken enough it limits visibility to only a handful of meters, hopefully the bandits would have the same disadvantage too!*
Beatris
"Yeah, well, let's skip the talking for when we this cart back, aye?" Sirdan would've arrived on his summoned steed - possibly summoning his spare one - the unarmoured one, for Neia - assuming she knew how to ride. If not, he'd add a side saddle and let her ride with him, desummoning and resummoning the horses on the way to ensure they are not overburdened. 

"Three? At least three? Well then." He shook his head, this was proving to be a more difficult quest than needed.

Sirdan was in his usual armour - open faced steel sallet, cuirass, and carrying his special pollaxe on his back, his kite shield also on back, plus his bow and a quiver. On the other side, haphazardly tied together - were the sheath of his arming sword and his armour - not a very ergonomic arrangement, one that'll cost him a few seconds to draw the sword, but better than carrying neither weapon - he thought. 

On his horse were spare arrows, his second bow, a pair of 2 meter long lance bundled together, and the heater shield. He dumped the side saddle onto the cart earlier to save some space. 


"So, what say you, lady, think you could save yourself from every projectile, or shall I summon a servant or three to cover you, M'lady?" 

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Sirdan enter combat (Preparation?) 
120 / 120 Mana
Active: Loyal Steed
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Donna
*Having little to no experience in riding on her own, she arrived riding on Sirdan's side-saddle. She was only dressed in her normal outfit — a set of expensive-looking silk robes.*

"It seems we're outnumbered then... But assuming they're just common looters, it should be no issue." 

*She squinted through the fog, trying to make out the locations of her adversaries. Hopping down from the steed, she took a few steps to the side, moving 2.5 meters away from the horse. She moves her right arm in front of her, palm facing towards the ground, concentrating. A large sigil forms on the ground beneath her, moving forward. The center of the sigil is positioned about 1 meter in front of her, as a large, translucent barrier appears in the center of the sigil.*

"My barrier should be able to stop any projectiles before they reach me." *She then quickly adds,* "And save the pleasantries for later, we've more pressing concerns."

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Neia enters combat and summons Immobile Barrier.
16 mana spent, 4 mana regenerated, -12 Net mana
188 / 200 Mana

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Joseph
*There'd be a faint hiss audible, and the grumbling of bandits, within the foggy forested path ahead. There's a soft patter of something being thrown, and landing on the ground, a summoned footman rising from the talisman that isn't visible.*

*There'd be the audible sound of an arrow being knocked, however, and the hiss returns.*

"Go back now, or elsssse. Thisss isss our road now."

"Hey, you dumb snake, I want to kill something, don't warn them!"

*A deep, voice growled. Likely an Orc, along with the Naga, or 'snake' as he insultingly called it. Who knows what else is in the fog though.*

*A few faint voices can be heard within, but its hard to make out what's being said over Mr. Orc and Ssssssnake there.*

```Bandit Chief casts Summon Footman somewhere in the fog.
60 Mana spent, 30 Mana capped.
40/70 Mana
Active: Summon Footman```