Anubisath

Anubisath requires 5 Energy to fight and is a random encounter appearing in Orange Eyes.
You will win Anubisath the Caravan Master upon completing the encounter.
Difficulty	Stats	Gold	XP	Energy	HP	Deck
Normal 	0 0 0	75 	8 	5 	1 	30
Hard 	0 0 0	75 	8 	5 	1 	35
Nightmare 	0 0 0	75 	8 	5 	1 	
==Deck List==
The enemy's deck has:
(See Enemy Deck for more information)
===Alphabetical Table===
Card 	Normal	Hard	Nightmare
Adrenaline Rush 	3 	3 	
Armsman's Assault 	3 	3 	
Catch Your Breath 	2 	3 	
Courage of the Red Prince	2 	2 	
Disarm 	0 	1 	
Lesser Rune of Reflection	1 	1 	
Marked for Death 	0 	1 	
Medical Marvel 	2 	2 	
Nord Berserker 	2 	3 	
Nord Warrior 	3 	3 	
Overwhelming Onslaught 	2 	2 	
Second Wind 	0 	1 	
Shield Barge 	2 	2 	
Staggering Blow 	3 	3 	
Talisman of Might 	1 	1 	
Vampiric Talisman 	1 	1 	
Vengeful Strike 	3 	3 	
===Category Table===
==Transcript==
===Introduction===
"Get off my cart!"
The cry captures your attention despite the dozens of others which vie with it amidst the clashing steel. Something about its utter absurdity draws first your ear and then your eye.
A cart... A big wooden contraption with high sides, a pair of large oxen yoked to it. The animals seem nonplussed by the combat raging around them. If anything, they look rather bored. Someone actually drove a card into the middle of the battle...
That 'someone' appears to be the rotund, bearded man who's clambering on top of the vehicle, his chubby legs sinking into the strange assortment of junk which fills it.
"I said, get off my cart!" he roars.
The words and wrath are directed at a royal soldier who's grabbing the side of the card and trying to pull himself up.
"I warned you!"
The man raises a thick cudgel and swipes it downward. There's a crack and a groan as it strikes the soldier's cheek. Then the injured warrior falls onto the trodden snow, clutching his face with both hands. The cart's owner must have some beef under all the flab.
But more of the soldiers are thronging around the cart, grasping its sides, hauling themselves up to deal with the bellicose driver -- who turns this way and that, swinging his weapon in futile fury. He can't stop them all. And after what he's just done, they'll cut him to pieces.
Unless you stop them...
===Conclusion===
"Thank you!" the man gasps.
His tunic is soaked with sweat in spite of the chill air, his lungs heaving beneath the darkened cloth with the force of his exertions. The cudgel hangs at his side.
"What the bloody hell's a cart doing here?" Hugh asks.
"I came to sell weapons to the Frost Wyrms. Didn't think the battle was about to start. Next thing I knew, there was fighting all over the place."
You glance round. There's a clear path behind you, away from the royal troops.
"Drive over there," you say, hoping that the Nords will be kinder to the traveling merchant.
"Don't have to tell me twice!" He flops down at the front of the cart and takes hold of the reins. "I'm Anubisath, by the way. If you ever need anything at a fair price, just give me a shout!"
Category:Orange Eyes
Category:Humans
Category:Random Encounters
Category:Royal Troops (Human)