"They seem to be running from something."
The voice was rough, the kind of voice that seemed more suited to shouting across the field of war than levelly issuing such a calm assessment. It was the kind of voice that well suited the decidedly feral-looking man who wielded it. Though relatively young, he was lean, scarred and savage... with an unkempt shock of black hair, amber eyes, slightly pointed ears, and canine teeth that were just too large and sharp.
|"Let's see what they're more afraid of, whatever's chasing them, or us... shall we?"|
maneuvered to the middle of the road and turned his mount to face the oncoming riders, it was quite plain why he thought the sight of him might inspire fear. He was clad in battle-tested ring and leather armor, and bore a spear with a wicked-looking head in one hand and a wooden shield in the other. A black wolf-skin cape complete with wolf's head draped over his back, augmenting his bestial appearance even further. But it was not this, nor even his predatory aspect that was the most intimidating thing about him: rather it was the beast
he sat astride. Looking like the spawn of an unholy union between wolf and bear, the powerfully muscled, saber-toothed black vargyr Grimmar
was nearly as tall as a horse and easily as heavy.
|'Hrrrurrrg....' Grimmar's black lips pulled back from his huge fangs, and he uttered an unsettlingly pleased-sounding rumble of anticipation as he watched the oncoming riders with red-rimmed, golden eyes.|
|Vár addressed his allies, "Be on your guard, until we know what we're dealing with..." in as much a growl as speech.|
The feral rider brought up his spear in readiness and waited for the horsemen to draw nearer.
Battle Plan: Guard yourselves! (+2 morale bonus to defense rolls). I'm also granting the group Lightning Reflexes (+3 to Reflex saves, roll init twice and keep preferred result) for the scene.
P.S. post arranged so I can cut and paste the tables from it for future formatting. Muaha.