The first volley of spears was apparently just that, as a few brief glimpses of spearheads above the grassline show that whoever this is must be readying a second. The rain makes it impossible to concentrate, the shouts and whineys of people and draught animals drowning out any salient commands and warnings.
The wagons, for a brief moment, stop. Nix darts her eyes around, struggling to see anything. She looks up at Darrin as he stands upon a wagon, a sees his foot reflexively draw back into an almost dance-like pose. She's seen this before. Turning back to face the wall of grass before her, she launches forward with a determined grin and a hand in her pouch. As she passes Adrik, he stamps forward with his quarterstaff drawn, stepping this way and that, before deciding to dive toward the safety of the wagons and wait for an opening. His attention his briefly taken by a sudden burst of warm air that smells of sweet cinnamon; Zook's failed cantrip almost dances on the air harmlessly.
Kaila reaches into the wagon she was trudging beside, casts back her cloak and pulls out her glaive. As she draws the mighty polearm she strains to remember anything save how to use the weapon, the blood pumping through her veins and a resolution in her to end this. As she dashes around the wagon, she sees Nix disappear into the long grass. Chasing after her, Kaila sees a dark shape rustle ahead, just within her reach. As she keeps running, her eyes dart to her right where she can still see Nix and the four dark shapes near to her. As kaila turns to meet Nix, she thrusts her arm out to her side and lets momentum take the glaive the rest of the way, grabbing it inches from the end of the handle. Fully extended, she swings her arm as she turns, putting her whole body into the swing as she leaps slightly, giving her the last push she needs. Despite bone, despite armour, despite foliage and her worn blade, her efforts and training pay off as she feels the solid being before her blade buckle, hearing it tumble to the wet mud hard. Whatever it was, it's dead now. Direct hit, the glaive spitting flecks of blood through the air.
As Kaila dashes toward Nix and her dark entourage, Nix stops dead and stands bolt upright, sand in her hand and her face to the sky. Waiting. The dark shapes, unseen by the small Gnome, race around and seem to ready their spears. Kaila sees one of their faces through the swishing blades of grass: GOBLIN!
Darrin barely notices his body moving, an instinctive twitch of muscles that drags his leg back, his arm out and his hand open, as though reacting to catch something thrown. A fire swells up in his belly, a wash of rage that he only acknowledges once he realises that he's seen something in the grass; dark shapes, spearheads. With a thrust of his hand forward, Darrin sees the waves of heat emanating from his hand, the rain sizzling between his fingers. The heat pushes forward, out of his hand and into the howling winds. Darring can barely make out shapes in the air in front of him, like coiling serpents with the heads of dragons, hissing and searing their way through the air faster than he can track. They snake towards the creatures in the grass and unerringly strike three times into the closest one, dropping them to the ground and making an open crater in the grass around it as it squashes the blades down.
Nix was waiting for this! She knows they're here, and she could tell that this would happen. Her eyes follow the searing magic snakes to their target, quickly measures the wind speed in her head and closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath and seems to last a day, her mind reverting to the calculations, the memory excercises, the training. She recalls a memory of a restful sleep, lingers on it, and whispers her incantation to the sand in her palm as she lifts if to her lips. The rain dampens the sand, sticking it together in clumps. Nix feels this, and doesn't mind. She knows that the arcane doesn't care for nature's ways. As her lungs fill to the brim, she releases the memory with the last raspy whisper and then blows the sand hard into the wind. It blows away as easily as it would dry, and bursts out in all directions through the grass as if escaping an explosion. The sand flies on, ignoring the wind and the world around it. Nix then turns and runs, the whole event taking but a moment of concetration for her.
Kaila looks on as she sees Nix run out of the grass back towards the wagons, the dark shapes surrounding Nix dropping to the ground. First one, then two, then all four that she could see. She hears another thud, then another. More are dropping. Then Kaila feels a tingle, and her eyes begin to close… Atchoo she sneezes, rubbing a small amount of sand from her eyes. Kaila dashes back towards the caravan, stifling a yawn.
Bennet, on the other side of the road, can still feel something else in the grass with him. After stalking in a circle, it seems evident that they are both aware something else is in the grass, but neither knows what or exactly where…
Lorawyn sees Nix and Kaila rushing back towards the wagons and looks out over the fields of tall grass, taking stock of who is here. Bennet is still missing. Then she spots a shift in the grass to the right, and sees dark green skin and the flash of metal. Goblin! Chastising the cold under her breath, Lorawyn steps forward, feet digging slightly into the ground as she does so, and she pulls up her hood further to shield herself from the rain's distraction. The smell of nature fills her nostrils as she holds her hands out into the falling water, touching it and taking in how it feels. The cold. Lorawyn's reptilian eyes narrow, focusing in on the Goblin dozens of feet away, through the grass, something a mammal would never see. She speaks in her mind to the rain around her, and her hands become more damp, even soaking. As she calls inwardly to her connection to the Feyweave, nature bends its very will to her call. A druid, Lorawyn knows, usually has to provide the nature she wishes to commune with and enhance, but here, the water for her spell is all around. Instead of throwing water and working her magics through it, Lorawyn gets a flash of inspiration from the Feyweave itself. She knows this won't be how its done all the time, but the opportunity is here…
She bends down into a running stance, one leg back and both hands down on the ground, digging them into the mud. Silently, Lorawyn urges her will into the earth beneath her palms, causing a low rumble. She scrunches up her eyes and tries again. Another low rumble. She strains, forcing her power deep into the earth below and touching the Feyweave with her soul, making the low rumble shudder forward and accelerate at lightspeed towards the Goblin target. This is where Lorawyn's faith and service is rewarded by nature's might.
As her strength empowers her spell, Lorawyn's attentions take note of the wagons behind her pulling away at high speed. The spear attack must have spooked the horses and donkeys. Simon yells for help.
As the wagon train passes it by, the rain around the Goblin stops suddenly in mid air, and soars upwards at a great speed. The Goblin stops, perplexed. The water from the ground below bubbles up and flies upwards, defying gravity and collecting above. As the last few drops in the few feet of ground the Goblin is taking up rise up, the blob crashes downwards, turning to ice as it does. The rain follows it, turning to ice also and spreading out a man's height in all directions. The large chunk of ice, spear-shaped with the wind, lands straight on the Goblin, crushing its skull and crashing into its body. Bennet spots the larger spray of ice shards ready to come crashing down and somersaults backwards, narrowly avoiding what could have been some serious lacerations.
As the rain returns to its regular state, the party braces while silence falls over the area, save for the splash and patter on the mud, the wheezing gush of the wind, and the flailing yells of Simon struggling to control the animals as they drag him dozens of yards down the road.
Roll initiative (1d20 + Dex Bonus). What do you do?
Kaila is in the grass with five sleeping goblins and one dead goblin. Bennet is in the grass on the other side of the road with an ice-crushed corpse.
The Gnomes, bar Nix, are on the wagons, along with Darrin, who needs to make an Acrobatics check.
Nix, Adrik and Lorawyn can make Dexterity saving throws in snap-react and grab part of the wagons as they race by.
There are no active/awake enemies that you know of, but we're staying in initiative for the time being in case a Goblin wakes up.
Bennet, I apologise for taking the liberty of ruling your Dexterity saving throw an automatic pass rather than contacting you to roll for it. Given the time, and the fact that I placed the Goblin so close to you, it didn't feel sporting to have you get hurt by an ally's spell.