You stay your course toward the wall, and with an arcane word you leap into the air. up, up you go, like a giant grasshopper, over the top. You've made it, but now you're falling, down, down into the castle courtyard! You hit the ground hard, but you roll with it. Fortunately, the neglected courtyard grass is nearly as tall as you are and acts as a cushion.
There's a ladder nearby that you climb to get up to the battlements.
There are four goblins at the base of the wall, chattering angrily. One of them begins climbing up the rotten rock. You decide this is a good place to take a stand.
There is a lot of loose rock at the top of the wall. You're not particularly strong, thanks to your inactive life as a wizard. However, you expect you could push a few large rocks down upon this clim- ber. On the other hand, they are all out in the open, and your spells would certainly be effective now.
You lean down and call forth the magical power within you. Fromn your outstretched fingers erupts a single jet of flame that blasts the climber. As the smoke clears, you see he is no more than a smoldering corpse on the ground.
The other three look up, scream in rage, and back off.
Suddenly, you feel the battlement boards below you shake to the unmistakable rhythm of footfalls.
Gods, they got behind me! you think.
Charging along the runway is the shadow of a tall and lanky man carrying something. A bow. "Reginold!" You sigh in relief. He must have found another way in.
Reginold leans over the wall, and, seemingly without even aiming, lets loose an arrow. One of the little devils below falls to the ground squirming with an arrow in its chest. The others
Scatter back toward the forest.
With their eyes turned away, they make difficult targets in the scant moonlight. Nevertheless, your friend takes one more down before the others make the safety of the woods.