When Luciu speaks, the raven almost stops in the air, crows loudly, and suddenly darts off to the North West.
The two specialists look at each other, and sneak behind the cart to follow Edwin's example.
Confused voices between the trees continue to discuss what is going on, without reaching a conclusion until the sleeping archer tips over and comes crashing down through. Then they shout their conclusion.
«Magic!»
«They are wizards!»
«The Devil is coming after us.»
«Kill the demons! Now!»
Two arrows are shot at Luciu from between the trees¹, but only hit the shield of the grog.
You need to keep your head down, master Luciu,
The grogs regroup and prepare for the next round, now paying attention to the forest.
You quickly glimpse another hooded figure by the trunk ahead. He quickly bends down, and it sounds as if he is trying to wake up his friend. You also hear somebody stirring in the branches, closer to the trunk behind. Up in the trees, somebody says in a commanding voice,
prepare your bows. We fire together.
The words are Saxon of course.
New round. I'll take actions concurrently, but resolve them in initiative order.
Awareness+Per: 3+ one archer who fired; 6+ both; 9+ archers who did not fire; 12+ the axeman; 15+ the fallen archer.
¹ Attack rolls 12 and 13. Defence 14 and 13.