[Destroyed] Hunting Legion camp

Arya would be sitting in the tent, still tied up with the anti-magic ropes. The guards watching her had been doubled now, so she couldn't even attempt an escape. She huddled against the throne once more, looking around at all the monstrous bandits that held her captive. It was then that she felt something, a presence so evil that she could feel it even with her magic dampened by the ropes. What could that possibly be? She hoped it wasn't coming for her, whatever it was. 

"What Lord Ira wishes with her is none of your concern. You do not think our gift enough? You think the Israns will actually pay your ransom? The most powerful nation does not barter with bandits. Your man was followed, and another agent lies in wait outside. If they see the Paladin leave with me, they will trouble you no further." He said, calmly.

Daemonic swords materialized in the hands of the Wrathbringers, and a dark, angry laughter seemed to come from all around the camp.

"I do not need to kill everyone in here, though such a feat would be trivial, I just need to kill you Zhax'n, and I am certain your replacement will be more willing to negotiate. The Israns are coming, and you wish to fight us in here and them out there?"

Any move that indicated hostility would be met by extremely gratuitous violence on the part of Kharn and his party. An attempt by Zhax'n to back away from Kharn would have a similar effect.

"Last chance to take my offer. Refuse it, and you will have pissed off two incredibly powerful beings instead of just one."

Jun could only imagine how the lizard men were reacting to Zemp's garish intrusion. The metal carriage sure was a wonder, and a testament to Isra's engineering and economic potency. But by god was it ugly.

She wasn't quite within visual range of the patrols. She was still ways off, playing leapfrog with whatever tree cover she could find. But as she got closer, she was beginning to sense the distinct lack of vitality and life coming from the camp. This was the sum of the anti-magic measures that were being employed in the camp. The life energy that granted her power fled from these measures, like an offense smell. It was sort of like the inverse of a candle in pure darkness, only instead of darkness fleeing, it was the earth's magical energies.

And thanks to her training in Va'nei's valley, she could sense it like radar.

The large crow she had ridden concealed itself up in a tree, in its compact form. Blackbean remained vigilant while Jun did her thing, his little black head swiveling about. He would give a crowish cry as soon as he sensed danger.

Hiding behind a tree, Jun began to plant the seeds of a rare plant that grew in the Expanse. This was an old trick she had learned since she was little, but Va'nei's training had greatly augmented the proficiency of this skill, even as far as giving these already useful plants a little boost in their design.

When she was satisfied with the depth of the seeds, she stood up. She looked around her to make sure there were no patrols nearby. Then she relaxed, took a deep breath, and extended her fingers towards the ground.

The seeds began to sprout into saplings...

While Jun of the Celadine was sneaking around the outskirts, she may hear a young Kobold talking to the scout group he was tagging along with. Notably he was dressed in nice clothes that civilized folk would wear, unlike the Legion members.

"Gee, what's that noise? It sounds like a earthshake, but the ground isn't moving. What you guys think? Oof, my Daddy would be really helpful right now... Do you think I could go to your camp and look for him now? I don't think I'll get lost on the way."

Kharn ended up not swinging at the pathetic excuse for an Bandit Leader who hid behind his own men for protection. He looked at the sad, shitty excuses for weaponry possessed by the Legion, none if which were even remotely strong enough to penetrate, or likely even scratch, his armor. It was forged by the Smith of Hell for the greatest of the mortal Champions of Kharn, and for a millennia he had worn it, each victory giving him more power.

The gold brought by the demons was immediately sucked into the chests brought by the group, which subsequently disappeared as Kharn addressed the Israns

"Israns! We may have come here at cross purposes, but I have no desire to allow these honorless, cowardly, shitty excuses for warriors to hold an honorable foe in captivity. My Lord Ira has no issues with the Israns and thus none of us here will raise a blade to you." He turned to face Zhax'n, pointing an axe at him.

"You, however, will not live to the end of the day."

"About damn time."

Kaylie grinned as the Israns wheeled into formation, knowing what was coming next. Those shamans looked important, and would be the first to go. The prevalence of anti-magic meant she was using regular arrows for now, no sense in wasting the good ones until those shamans were dealt with. She sighted towards a shaman with her bow drawn all the way back and let fly, her magic hiding any noise that such a motion would have made.

A different shaman than the one targeted by the ballista would find himself transfixed between the eyes by an arrow unless he had something to prevent the high-powered arrow from hitting him.

An unpleasant grinding sound of metal on metal could be heard from the rear of the monstrous carriage as the sizable door on the back of the vehicle was opened. As the door swung towards the ground, forming what would be a ramp if the carriage was stationary, the repulsive presence of the Inspector was revealed. Numerous metallic tentacles pulled Zurt forward so that he was on the ramp that now extended from the back of the carriage.

Although the position was rather precarious, several more tentacles were attached to the door frame itself to ensure Zurt wouldn’t slip from his position. Without any hesitation, the Inspector brandished his whip on any members of the Hunting Legion that had survived the initial charge. Regardless of if they were wounded or perhaps even dead if they were in the range of his deadly whip, the Inspector would take a swing at them.

Legion Master Zhax had tried to play Arya Shieldheart ’s potential buyers against each other, and for whatever reason, they decided to unite to try and fight him. It seemed that he had overestimated how valuable this paladin was, and as Kharn, Champion of Wrath had stated, Legion Master Zhax ’s odds of leaving here alive were pretty slim, but even worse, was Arya Shieldheart ’s.

The Isranian cavalry charge would prove to be a rather sacrificial attack. While their lances could out range most of the Legion's weapons (excluding the small mix of pike men scattered in the lines) casualties would amount heavily on both sides. The spear was the most common weapon in the Legion's arsenal, but the Israns could reach them first before being struck. But on the left, right and behind every member was another body, who would easily skewer the rider or their horse as they pierced the first bandit on their weapon. The horsemen’s formation would indeed somewhat push the bandits’ line apart, but with little room to gain good speed for a charge and with the repelling point of pole arms, it refused to be broken through, as more units from the rear piled into the fighting. The two wedges of cavalry would be stopped in their tracks by the sheer amount of bodies and anti-cavalry weapons.
The wheeled medieval “tank” that was Josef Zemp ’s would be the main cause for concern for the Legion's line. Charging straight up the middle of the Legion's formation, it faced the heaviest resistance. Luckily, the armored wagon would not be able to gain much speed before the pulling horses were speared and likely killed without hesitation. The dirty creatures would jump out of the way of its path, others who were not so lucky, would be knocked down or ran over. Without enough force to effectively plow through the light infantry line, the wagon was quickly surrounded on its front and sides. Without any real means of damaging the wagon, the troops began to slowly pass up a small barrel of oil. For now, shield men boxed the wagon in on three sides and defended themselves.
The shaman of the ballista’s target was covered by troops, even with the slightly higher elevation, it was an unclear target. The giant bolt pierced multiple infantry in front of the magic user, before connecting with the shaman. However, due to the poor angle and fodder in front of him, the shaman would be knocked aside and onto the ground by the passing projectile, interrupting his magic casting and concentration.
Kaylie Imrahil ’s position would remain completely concealed, as there was too much commotion to try and make out a single archer in the distance. Her shot flew true and provided better results than the ballistae. The shaman would end up with an arrow through her neck, as she clutched at her throat before collapsing near Legion Master Zhax and Arya Shieldheart . While Kaylie Imrahil may have been a good shot, due to the distance of the target and movement, her arrow landed not exactly where she wanted, but effect was the same. She remained unaffected by the any enemies, for now.

@fletcherornah ’s plan was a go, as she whacked one of the guards and he recoiled, giving her a short moment to slip her hands out from her restraints and dive forward as the guard just barely missed grabbing her again. Now she laid over the ground, still tied by her feet and surrounded by Legion units on all sides, whom were just taking notice that the Paladin was trying to escape. From between the ranks out stepped Legion Master Zhax , his dagger in his right hand. Before she could try scrambling away, he quickly stomped his right foot down on her left wrist, without any mercy for her bones as he crushed them between his armored boot. Assuming she held still, with his empty hand Legion Master Zhax grabbed Arya Shieldheart by her freshly cut hair and pulled her head back, then reached down to press his sharpened dagger against the side of her neck, very eager to kill her.
In almost a whisper, his rough voice was heard behind Arya Shieldheart .
“Look where you die, your ‘friends’ care nothing of you, unless they stop fighting now, we will all die, and for what? They only thirst for war and blood for fun, no one gains anything from this, only losses.”
If Arya Shieldheart did not get pinned by Legion Master Zhax ’s foot or tried to resist, he would crouch down to drive his dagger through her unarmored back and through her heart. Should she dodge or if Legion Master Zhax was interrupted, the 8 other bandits surrounding the human would not hesitate to follow Legion Master Zhax ’s example by impaling, slicing, chopping or crushing Arya Shieldheart along her exposed back, with the intent to end her life swiftly.

The metallic crawl of Inspector Zurt from the rear of the wagon became audible to those nearby, the bandits on the left and right of the wagon tried to rush the steel creature to attack him as soon as the door flipped open. It seemed though, that because of whatever metal Inspector Zurt holder was made of, their lighter weapons likely would not inflict damage. It seemed like hammers, maces, and axes would do substantial damage. However, the first wave was hit with the giant whip, killing some outright, but the lucky others were sent backwards by the huge weapon. The remainder of the troops from the first hit got in close, aiming to stab or crush the normal weak points of creatures. Joints, the neck, and the kidneys.

As the fighting began, Kharn, Champion of Wrath would find his troops being charged from behind, occupying and entangling his demons in melee. The troops were much less eager to fight these demons head on, especially with not as many numbers as they would like against the terrifying beasts. Troops from the sides rushed around Kharn, Champion of Wrath to envelope and attack him, primarily wielding anti-armor weapons like maces and great hammers.

Jun of the Celadine was finally noticed by troops near the rear. Archers scattered throughout the camp began to take aim and let loose some arrows. It be hard to hit Jun of the Celadine or her mount, but they were close, as Jun could occasionally hear the whizz of an arrow or bolt.

The scouts now knew that battle was in the camp, they had to get away from here.
“Don't worry, but we gotta go.”
The leading kobold picked up Wah Doobie despite any struggles, and scattered into the forest with the rest of his unit.
<Exit with Wah Doobie >

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((Due to the Passing of Time rule and the impatience of Arya Shieldheart , I'll make a scenario/another post in regards to Arya in which Arya Shieldheart escapes unharmed. Sorry for the complication.))

Goblins, orcs, gnolls, and kobolds alike would no doubt pause to see the band of men approaching their camp. A steady cacophony of horse hooves would precede their arrival, as would the sight of tattered black flags. Men and women alike rode atop a host of mighty warhorses, all black in color. There were warriors among them, rogues to, even a few sorcerers. With beaten or rusted armor, tattered capes and hoods, or frayed hats, it was obvious these men were of no noble origin. They were rough riders, ragged fellows - mercenaries by the look of it.

At the head of the small mounted force was a stout man. Although he may have been human, which the camp's inhabitants may find second-rate, there was no questioning the raw strength bestowed upon him. When he stopped at the perimeter of the camp all those in attendance with him paused as well. A sudden silence fell over the riders.

The leader of the bunch reached over to his side and clutched the hilt of his sword, drawing it into the air: a sort of greeting. "I am Naith the Black! We are the Grim Riders! And we demand an audience!"

Few men in this part of the world had ever heard of Naith and his band, and he knew this... but first impressions were important.