Assallya would just have done about anything for the opportunity to smoke just a little bliss.  Unfortunately this was not the place to indulge in such pleasures.  This was a dangerous place, and all manner of man and beast were drawn to the power secreted away beneath, earth, rock and stone.

She was circling a massive stone shaped into a hilt sticking up out of the dirt.  It was massive.  Probably belonging to some great statue to song hero or king of long ago.  The pommel of the stone hilt reaching three men high into the night.  The blade of it, if intact, must have pierced the heart of the world.  What manner of people could construct such a incredible feat of both art and stonecraft?

She had just come around the structure when the giant rock struck.  Larger than the size of her head, it slammed into her horse, felling it instantly.  Her shocked, wide eyed gaze followed the path back to the ogre sized creature and gaped for a long moment as the goblins came rushing forwards.  For a moment she was simply speachless, agog at the ferocity of the ambush.  She was might bit smaller than a horse.  That rock could have annihilated her and he had thrown it with a great deal of accuracy.  It was at that moment she surmised that they weren't interested in just killing her.

This sort of thing was outside her experience.  The blonde sorceress was at a loss.  More than two dozen assailants!  Certainly she could quell such numbers but not without someone to shield her from their advance.  Searching her repertoire she considered several options. She could cast a sleep spell.  That would affect, maybe, a third of them.  The rest would likely be rather upset and opt to kill her swiftly.  She could charm the hobgoblin.  Him turning on his own might make a huge difference.  Another possibility was to summon some monsters of her own.  Their numbers would be less than the goblins but they'd definitely be a distraction.

So many choices...

Finally she decided, uttering several arcane syllables and gesturing with her fingers and twisting her wrist.  Four orcish warriors manifested, coalescing out of swirls of shadow and thought.  It was less than Assallya had hoped for but .  After a moment's confusion the green skinned warriors growled while one uttered a shrill cry before rushing into the conflict.