-----As Sol nears, he raises his arm, acknowledging the lead group, and he greets them, "Good day t'ye." Thunder snorts as if strongly making his presence known to the other steeds.
-----The leader raises his lance so it is pointed up toward the sky. Through his helm, the leader's eyes are stern and piercing though his voice is polite. "Good Day," he replies before inquiring, "What knight would you be that passes through the Estate of Ravenhold with no shield or device to identify himself?"
-----Oddly, the priest of Helator calmly looks at the Gorian with attentive eyes. The man wearing leather armor, however, grimaces at the young warrior with an expression of disdain. Occasional grunts and barking like sounds are heard among the humanoids as they snarl.
-----"I hold no such title, an' I have no given allegiance. Th' only oath I yet hold is t'th' Great Rager." Sol indicates his symbol briefly before making an obvious display of eyeing over the commander's retinue. The blood was now piping hot as it raced through his veins. One look at the priest of Helator was enough to show the Stormbringer's fury at the evil one's presence.
-----He tempered himself as he replied to the commander in a tone as level as he could currently manage, "But tell me, what knight would ye be, that leads such vermin as these humanoids, an' consorts wi' faiths such as these?" The Gorian gestures briefly to Helator's cleric, though Sol's eyes remain locked on the commander as he awaits an answer.
-----"A rager!" the commander, says bursting into laughter.
-----The evil priest's expression darkens and he spits on the ground in front of Thunder before lowering his visor.
-----The younger officer laughs with his commander and looks over at the offended priest. "Come now, my Dark Lord, does not the rager ask an innocent question, rash though it may be?"
-----The burning expression on the leather-clad man does not change.
-----"Friend rager," the commander says, now containing himself but still chuckling, "no allegiance you may claim, but I say join us. We shall give you and your ragtag companions much to set your rage against." The commander dips his lance slightly in the direction of Sol's friends where they wait many yards away.
-----"Bah!" says the angry priest's voice from inside the enclosed helm, "I would not suffer such fools!"
-----Sol's skin was tough against insults, but the man's character was what set the Gorian's teeth on edge. His voice became hard as he countered the commander's words, "Even though th' answer is becoming apparent, ye did not answer my question. I already have more'n enough t'set rage against so I doubt I'd take ye up on yer 'kind' offer. Their kin have already suffered such . . . " Sol indicates the hobgoblins, before nodding to the priest of Helator, " . . . as has followers of this one's deity. If yer overly shy about explaining yer company, then perhaps ye'll explain where yer taking this lot, an' fer what reason?"
-----"Upon what authority do you defy us?" the younger officer says. Both his voice and his face lose the impression of being amused by Sol's presence. "You are here in Ravenhold where by my mind ragers hold little more sway than jesters. How dare you question us?!"
-----Sol suddenly notices that the priest of Helator is looking beyond the young warrior to observe who rides with him.
-----The commander's eyes smolder as he answers his lieutenant, "This one has proved he is a fool! Arrest him!"
-----The cloaked man quickly turns to one of the hobgoblin soldiers and orders, "Draw your bows and take this one!" as he points at Sol.
-----Two small lines of hobgoblins, each made up of six humanoids, disengage from the main troop holding drawn bows on Sol.
-----Sol's blade is out in an instant, and raised high as he signals his companions. They did not understand it seemed, and so soon it was to fall into fracas. Bowmen could cause some difficulty, but not if he was engaged in melee. Urging Thunder forward, Sol raised himself in his stirrups and aimed to bring his warhorse directly into the commander's, where he would rain a pair of heavy blows at the man. As the Lathanian blade first descended, he let his pent up feelings explode as he called, "Great Rager, take them all!"
-----"Fire!" the Commander of the troop yells as he drops his lance to grapple at his sword.
-----Sol is faintly aware of arrows whizzing at him as he and Thunder move forward. Small snapping noises are heard as arrows flick off of his armor save for a stinging pain that suddenly throbs at his left arm. Thunder neighs in anger and Sol can tell somehow his steed has been hit.
-----Undaunted, both man and horse keep focused on their target and the Lathanian blade begins to descend to score its first blow. Thunder nudges in strongly, forcing the foe's warhorse to turn aside placing Sol within perfect striking range. When Sol's blade strikes the man, the opponent's shield is moved so that the attack comes down upon the shoulder without any interference. His sword rings soundly on the armor causing the man to roar in pain. No doubt the strike scored a very badly scratched or bruised shoulder underneath the armor.