<strong>Ada Stonewrought<br/>Front Door<br/>Abandoned Inn</strong><br/><br/>The loosed arrow flew true, taking the half-orc in the back of her shoulder.  The arrow listed, only superficially embedded in her flesh.  A scratch.<br/><br/>As Ada nocked a second arrow, he realized that the half-orc had yet to reach for her weapon.  He hesitated, realizing he may have made a mistake in attacking Taika, when suddenly one of the riders stabbed the woman in the back.  His eyes widened; she was<em>not</em>part of the group, and they thought she had led them into an ambush.<br/><br/><em>Our ambush</em>, Ada thought, a sudden lump in his stomach.  He wondered who had fired the arrow, and why, and how he would react when he found out.<em>No time, not now.</em><br/><br/>The backstabber had turned his horse and was now making for the road, obviously abandoning the fight.  Ada sighted down the arrow, aiming past the half-orc and his companions, and again hesitated.  The rider had not intended to bring violence down on them, and had only stabbed Taika because he thought her a turncoat.  He did not deserve to die.<br/><br/>Ada dropped the Bow and it's arrow, focusing on the path in front of the rider.  If he could frighten him into surrendering, maybe they could disarm him and let him loose, with no further bloodshed.  If the man already thought this to be an ambush -- even if it had not been intended as such, this fight had already turned into one -- Ada saw no harm in reinforcing that concept.<br/><br/>With an indiscernible whisper and tight controlled wave of his hand, Ada summoned forth a<em>Silent Image</em>in front of the rider: a half dozen humans and half-orcs in mismatched armor and plain appearance, most holding long halberds designed for dismounting riders, and a few with rusty swords or blunted axes.  Although he was skilled at making the illusions appear lifelike and realistic, he had not yet mastered the use of sound in combination with the images.  The illusionary bandits were thus a grim lot, with rough faces and closed mouths, and they formed a stationary concave in front of the rider, as if daring him to try and ride them down.<br/><br/>Ada held his breath, waiting to see if the rider would fall for his illusion and retreat, or if he would see the mob for what it really was and ride them down.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Ada Stonewrought<br/>Level 5 Human Sorcerer</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=584077)<br/><em>Casting an illusion against the backstabber.</em><br/>HP: 29/29<br/>Subdual: 29/29<br/>Hit Dice: 5d6<br/>Init: +5<br/><br/><strong>Saves</strong><br/>Fort: +1<br/>Reflex: +4<br/>Will: +6<br/><br/><strong>Defense</strong><br/>AC: 14<br/>Touch: 13<br/>Flat: 11<br/>CMD: 15<br/><br/><strong>Offense</strong><br/>Melee: +2<br/>Ranged: +5<br/>Bow of Alister: 1d8+1 (x3), 100 ft.  Magical.  Point-Blank Shot, Arcane Strike, Gravity Bow (2d6+1)<br/>Claws (x2): 1d4 (x2).  Magical.  Uses left: 8/8 rounds<br/><br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong><br/>Cantrips- ∞<br/>1st - 6/8<br/>2nd - 5/5<br/><br/><strong>Recent Rolls (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?u=1360)</strong></div></div>