Count Salezenathor of Hesse
Sal had started out distracting the poor six orcs who were still armoring. In a few seconds they started to cower behind the armor bins, forcing them to armor slowly but refusing Sal a clear shot. The ranger contemplated jumping to a different tree when his focus was broken by a call to arms from Rem.
"Sal! Take them out while they are vulnerable!" The Suldanian mage shouted.
Sal contemplated his decisions. On one hand, he was still hidden and firing arrows off after those frozen in mud would show those armoring where he was. On he other hand, was he really doing much keeping six more orcs from showing on the field of battle? If he got in trouble with the other six orcs, would the party be able to help him quickly?
Sal decided to trust his teammate and managed to fire an arrow at the orc with a greatsword. A split second later a crossbow bolt flew by Sal's head, thudding into a nearby branch. The Count's cover was broken.
The Count jumped behind his tree trunk and peeked out to see two orcs with crossbows and one with a great axe going to his tree.
Wrong call."Icon, to me!"