The battle raged long into the night. Beneath the light of the moon, the highwaymen and the attackers clashed again and again. For a time, both sides were locked into an intractable stalemate. But between Cascade and Flicker relieving the highwaymen where they faltered, Aura providing regular intelligence updates, and Jørmund fighting valiantly on the front lines, the battle looked to be turning in favor of the highwaymen as the first rays of dawn crested the horizon. But the battle wasn't over yet. Despite the stubborn defense put up by the highwaymen, the attackers refused to back down. And what's more, they had yet to bring their strongest fighters to bear against the defensive line.

That wouldn't be the case for long though.

Ever since Jørmund drank that bottle of Zing, the spectral visage of Haraldr that only he could see was rarely far from sight. The ghostly form of the raider watched the earth genasi as he fought, grinning with cruel enjoyment when Jørmund was struck or lost ground to the attackers and grimacing in annoyance when Jørmund felled a foe or pushed back an enemy advance. But as Jørmund struck down one more attacker, the enemy's fall revealed that Haraldr had moved to stand right behind the adversary. The raider was grinning at Jørmund. And after a moment, Haraldr opened his mouth in silent, sadistic laughter.

A split second later, a ball of burning bile flew through the apparition, dashing it from existence and striking Jørmund on the chest. "I have been waiting for this moment!" A familiar ignan voice exclaimed. The burning bipedal newt that Aura had identified as Yosef stood ten feet away from Jørmund. "Ervdul cannot save you now, Northman!" Yosef declared. "For your mockery, I will remind you in the worst of ways that fire melts frost!"

A little further back from Yosef, the animated drow statue known as Ervdul moved towards the right flank of the battlefield while observing a group of highwaymen led by the warforged that had commanded the reinforcements the party had summoned earlier. Now the constructed commander was leading a charge up the left hand side of the battlefield to great effect against the attackers.

Meanwhile, fresh reinforcements from both sides charge into the fray to relive their comrades and strike against their foes.

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Yosef spits fire at Jørmund, dealing [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/24836]11[/url] points of fire damage.

Roll for Initiative.

[url=https://www.owlbear.rodeo/game/DWJXrMCli]Map[/url] (The password is 'Highway Finale'.)

Battlefield: 20
Cascade: 18 <-
Aura: 17
Ervdul: 9
Yosef: 8
Jørmund: 5
Flicker: 3
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