Barrowmoor, south-east of Helix. Duchy of Aerik.
11.31am: Sunshine. Light breeze.
The quartet and bullywugs do battle, blood from each side drenching the grass where they stand. Seizing initiative, Rondahl and Dawg Dann both bring down their opponents and for once in the skirmish the party have the numerical advantage. Despite more than half their toadfaced kin spilling their guts and dying, the three remaining pass morale tests and with an unholy zeal, ribbetting some praise to an ancient slaad deity, they still attack. Leaping high with spears intent on 'death or glory'. Their fervour high but their martial skill wanes and each miss.
initiative and actions again please.