When Aura cast her spell, she didn't hit any of the attackers this time. Instead, her spell fire struck the trees themselves and set them ablaze, creating a wall of flame along part of the treeline.
"Yoseph you fool!" A voice barked out in the Terran dialect of Primordial. "I don't know how you convinced me this was a good idea to begin with, but I have no intention of letting it go on! Archers, cease! Melee combatants, charge!"
In response to these words, the stream of crossbolts from the trees came to a halt and more people charged from the treeline. They were of various races, but each of them were missing features that their respective races were known for. Elves and half-elves were missing their pointed ears. Orcs and half-orcs were missing their prominent tusks. Dwarf men were missing their beards. All of them wielded mauls made of stone as they advanced... to very limited success.
Of the nine attackers that made up the first wave, three of them were stopped by the fire started by Aura's casting of Scorching Ray and four more were halted by the impassable fog given off by Cascade's Marine Layer. Of the two attackers who actually managed to get close, only one of them was able to make an attack, and even then the attack was utterly ineffectual.
Aura's Scorching Rays set part of the treeline on fire.
Terran Attack Leader orders Attacker Archers to cease firing. Moving out of cover no longer requires Dex saves.
Terran Attack Leader orders the Melee Attackers to charge. Six Melee Attackers exit the treeline.
One Melee Attacker attacks Jørmund, but rolls a 4 and misses.
"Well if it's the second thing, I 'ope I'm there to see the wallop when it 'appens. Sounds like it'd be fun to watch." Brutrumukk said when Sir Talavar was done talking. "Either way, we've been sittin' around fer about an hour now. I'd say it's time we got movin'." With that said, Brutrumukk finished his meal and began to tidy away his things in preparation for the journey to Telemy Hill. "You said some goblin what lives on some 'ill can open yer cage, yeah?" Brutrumukk said to Sir Talavar as he worked. "What makes you so sure she can, does she work for the 'ags as some sort o' magical cage maker or somethin' like that?"
"Past tense: a use of language denoting that something happened at an earlier point of time," Jub explained.
"Yeah, I know that bit." Brutrumukk said while making a 'get on with it' motion with one hand. "But why didn't you like the tiny dragon usin' it jus' now?"
"Basically, he's implying that while this Zybilna would have been okay with us foraging and hunting in her lands, this Hourglass Coven likely won't." Jub finished.
"Oh." Brutrumukk said thoughtfully. "Well seein' 'ow we jus' killed two snakes, ate one of 'em, an' no magical shenanigans 'ave turned up to get us back fer that, I think we're fine on that front... 'Ang on." Brutrumukk then turned to Sir Talavar and asked a question. "If these 'ags stole this place from this Sip-Ill-Nah lady you mentioned, why 'aven't the magical shenanigans come after the 'ags?"