The frontmost Purple Dragon, the speak boastful speaker as before, growled in a booming (thusly practiced, by the sound of it) voice, "You and what men? I see but one! Ahh, craven hiding bandits, of course! Retreat? You shan't get far...afore surrender and justice!"<br/><br/>Ashran's voice laughed in Lady's mind, not to instruct  her but simply to gloat to himself with an audience,<em>What men? These men! No...let's make it orcs! Cliche, yes, but regionally appropriate hereabouts...</em><br/><br/>After casting from behind  his tree, a squad of appropriately savage and bloodthirsty looking orcs sprang out from behind the trees and logs and rocks along the road between Lady and the Purple Dragons. Facing the latter, they waved axes and scimitars and howled curses and boasts in their grunting tongue. It was all illusion, of course - but they even smelled as bad as orcs ought.<br/><br/>Ulaw made his own retort to the knight under his breath, "One? Soon you'll see none." The priest cast, thrusting out both palms and then curling them and fingers together, briefly seeming to make a cage in the air. The first boasting knight suddenly went rigid in the saddle. Ulaw smiled thinly, then turned and ran east into the woods.<br/><br/>Pennae seemed to consider firing an arrow, then after seeing the orcs appear, shrugged and instead ran south along the riverside, converging with Ashran, who was running from the other direction along the stream bank, at the same point Ulaw jogged swiftly to.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Knights: horse-run 200' (the first going from 300' to 100' north of Lady)<br/>Ashran: Persistent Image, creates an orc horde in a 20'x60' rectangle along path between Lady and front knight; move from 8s11e to 2s11e<br/>Ulaw: Hold Person at front knight (too bad he doesn't have Hold Animal or Monster for the first horse, to cause a 'pile-up'), then move from 1s1e to 1s9e<br/>knight fails will save<br/>Pennae: move from 10n 11e to 1s11e<br/>