<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/V2OpMCW.png)</div><strong>Time of day:  </strong>Day 1,  2pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Elsir Vale, six miles away from Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>All<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Ambush - pretty much foiled?<br/><strong>Notes: </strong>Bright daylight<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Aubrey's attack of 25 - hit. Hobgoblin Bladebearer slain!<br/>Calanthe's attack of 25 - hit. Hell Hound slain!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Under a pair of mighty blows, the last of your foes simultaneously have their demonic flesh burned from their carcass with radiance on one side of the battlefield and succumb to the accumulation of battle damage on the other, your blade striking true as you find a chink in his fireball-damaged armour and his his vitals. He looks down at you, putting a weighty hand on your shoulder has his weapon drops from the other before his body slumps to the ground, lifeless. While there is one Hobgoblin left standing, he is still brain addled through your centaur wizard's mesmirations and can easily be felled by your combined might should you choose. The victory is yours!<br/><br/>From atop the slightly singed carriage, flames from the Hell Hound's halitosis still licking at it ever so slightly, your driver pokes his head out from his shell to take a look around now that the distinct sounds of combat and incantations have ceased.<br/><strong>"Is... it over?" </strong>the tortle asks in his normal slow manner,<strong>"Don't... kill me... I... surrender,"</strong>he says, his arms slowly rising, when the first thing he happens to see is Lilian and Excellence's blood stained and thoroughly chomped clothing, the little vantage he has given himself from within the relative safety of his shell affording him little in the way of visibility.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>If you choose to look at the bodies the Hobgoblin grunts each wore chain mail, wielding a longsword and shield with their commander similarly outfitted. The cleric's gear was mostly fried along with him by the force of the necrotic fireball, apart from the holy symbol clutched in his charred hands and his mace.<br/><br/>From Aubrey's vantage inside the farmhouse he can see a pile of five additional corpses.