Svetlana was awake early in the morning preparing a fine breakfast; with biscuits (butter, honey, blackberry jam, apple butter) bacon, eggs, and gravy.
The men at arms are eating (except the one on watch) as well as the two new helpers.



As the sun rises in the sky the group meets in the yard. You have checked over the horses making sure all of their tack is in good repair. The horses are of a sturdy breed, a calm disposition not easily spooked. The pack mule wouldn't blink an eye at a fireball. Once everyone has organized their packs.

Svetlana' offers you each a gift as you head out.  The thin bread like cakes seem dry but seem like a substantial meal in and of themselves.
She gives each of you 4 meals worth of Wandermeal.


A rough looking brown man with a salt and pepper  beard comes out from the kitchens with what you hope is a glob of gravy still in his bushy facial hair.  He grunts when he sees that you’re about to get underway and he himself rides out right before while you are still talking to Oleg and accepting Svetlana’s gift.

The man on watch reports he saw a shaggy headed and scrawny man come close by this morning.
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While saying goodbye to Oleg, Drezghl asked.  "Who was that man? The bearded one who just rode away?"

Oleg
“Oh that was the trapper Peotior or Peter as he is commonly know.  he brings in pelts that I ship up to civilization; he has been selling to me ever since I set up here; at least a month ago.  He don’t say much.”

To the guard
“Who did you see lurking about?”

Wiping away the last traces of grease on her chin, Octavia gives a nod of respect towards the departing trapper.

"For a man to survive on his own in the wilds of the Stolen Lands is surely a sign of the blessings of Gorum."

She smacks a hand painfully hard onto Drezghl's shoulder.

"Come, for we have many bandits upon which to deliver the full weight of Gorum's blessings to. Let your enemies not withstand your wrath. Gorumskagat, chapter 4, verse 3."
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Tatyana had finished her breakfast after a few hours' rest, and thanked Svetlana heartily. She then made ready to depart by saddling her horse, looping the saddlebags behind the saddle, and made sure the bit & bridle. She was cantering the palomino out into the yard when she overheard the watchman's report.

"Shaggy-headed? Scrawny? How long ago was this? Where did you spot him, and which direction did he leave in?"

Raz looks back between Tatyana, the guard, and Ocatvia.

"Wait wait wait. Hold on. I believe we have a bit of an up-mix. I just saw the guy called Peter leave. Isn't that who everyone is talking about? That guy who was just here that everyone saw leave?"

He had a cartoonish look of confusion about him that made him look like an idiot but as he flailed around the smell of brew on his breath was obvious. It seemed the best way to avoid a hangover was a bit more in the morning.

'"No. There was another.", said Drezghl.

Octavia points towards the gates.

"Then shouldn't we go off and apprehend him? If he is a bandit spy then he should be put down or enslaved like the rest of them."

She punched a fist into her open hand with a loud smack.

Kesten steps forward and obtains the watchman report on the individual lurking outside Oleg’s a few minutes ago.  The description matches Bokken the potion maker.  The watchman states.
“I saw him and he saw me and he looked spooked and headed back into some brush around back.”

Oleg adds
“Sounds peculiar but Bokken is a strange one; Peter bought in a travois of furs this morning, leaving the poles behind and ate breakfast as he does.”
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The elf was up at the break of dawn practicing with his sword. He would alternate between a dual fisted use to the more traditional single handed swing. Currently the only danger he was manifesting was toward tall blades of grass. As the breakfast was announced, he headed back in and overheard the discussion of the man outside, but made no immediate moves it comments. Anything he would have done it said ended up being moot anyway as the mystery seemed solved.

Finishing his meal, he does add one thing to the conversation. "When we return we should have a visit to Bokken. Not to threaten him, but to make him aware that things are changing and he'll need to announce himself for that point on. Now, if everyone is ready, we're wasting daylight."

The horse he'd picked up was a plain gray  gelding that seemed a bit flighty, as if it was ready to run at any moment, eager to get moving. Which for Filarion just fine.

"We could try to catch up with this Peter to see what he knows if the area, but I feel that we can't take to long."
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"Let us sally forth and find the scum in the bushes."


She saddled up on her horse and started riding out of the outpost, confident the others would prove themselves worthy companions and provide her back up.

Drezghl sighed a bit. The sun had just barely broke over the plain and Octavia was already amped up, ruining the morning quiet that he enjoyed so much.

"Very well, Octavia, but don't frighten or hurt him.  If this Bokken person can prepare potions, then perhaps he could be a useful ally."


He quickly mounted his sorrel mare and trotted off after her.

You ride out of the gates, although you are thinking about the man in the brush and the man who just left; you catch up with Peter...



Catching up to (120 away) the bearded trapper named Peter,
He spins in his saddle an arrow at the ready.



The man yells at you:
"You lot following me?  It will be a long walk back to Oleg's; I will take your horse right out from under you!"

The man is gruff it is in his voice that you recognize that he likely has some hobgoblin in his bloodline somewhere, not a lot but enough to make you think he is pretty tough.

Perception DC 22 or detect magic

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The man has nocked and about 11 more animal bane arrows; your horse snorts fearfully

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Filarion held how hands up to show he was unarmed. "We're not here to attack you, sir. We're only looking for information about the area."

The man looks at you and grunts.

"There's plenty of dangerous animals in these woods. I've heard of a boar, Tuskgutter, that's torn men to pieces. In the hills there's some fighting between kobolds and mites. Both groups of the little buggers have a tendency to attack lone men.  There is also a radish patch near here and some territory I like to trap in.  Any further in and you are sure to be accosted by bandits or worse.  I tend to stay just NorthEast of Oleg's, plenty of game to be had."

The man describes what to you sounds like a large hunting territory within the following hexes: C,D,E both 2 and 3


He looks at your group....
"If your looking for trouble the bandits tracks go straight down to their camp; they are not hiding."
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The elf nods, "I can respect your claim to that area. Would you be willing to allow others to hunt there? Maybe an opportunity to turn more coin then you're getting from just pelts. I'd be willing to bet you could take a few rich barons to hunt those boars. Also I'd like to try transplanting some of those radishes. I'll give you a cut of the proceeds from the first harvest if you'd like."

Before he can answer, the warrior says, "Don't answer just yet. Think on it. I won't be offended if you reject either or both offer. Just trying to be neighborly. Either way thank you for your time and information, but we have some bandits to put down."

Spurring his gelding, he'd named Linta, it jerks Filarion in its rush to run which produces a woop of excitement from the young elf. The young horse challenges the merger capabilities of it's rider as he holds on for dear life.

Tauron had decide to keep quite after Octavia had made her clams on old temple.
The idea did not sit well with him but for once he kept his mouth shut.

He left one of his donkey behind and traveled on first one with swan sitting behind him looking backwards.

The elf was happy to let others do the talking.
The druid was not a great lover of trappers anyway.

Tatyana respected the man's prowess, and thus gave no indication she was looking for a fight. Instead, she cantered her mount off to the side so that she could listen intently. She pulled out a small scroll and jotted down some notes with her charcoal pencil.

Tuskgutter - boar ravaging countryside.
Kobolds/mites in hills - fighting one another
Radishes - transplant?
Ample game for hunting/trapping to NE

She finishes and puts her materials back into a ready pocket.

Peter seeing that you are not after him continues to ride a straight line of the border between hexes E1 and F2;
Which would be down but to the right.

The bandit trail leads straight down the center of hex F2....

It takes you four hours to ride straight down the center of  hex F2 the land is grassy with few rocks and would be ideal for farming or grazing with rich soil.  At this point the bandit trail continues along the edge of the wood lines (the border between hex E3 an F3) you can see that way has been traveled by horseback over many different days.

Perception DC 20 or knowledge nature/geography Survival DC 15

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If we ride along in the plains we will be more easily seen if we cut through the woods, we will have cover and possibly concealment but it will slow our progress to the camp. We will either arrive late this evening or early in the morning depending on which way you go..

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Drezghl pulled up on the reins of his mount and raised his fist to call a halt to the party. He examined the fairly obvious trail of the bandits and looked around carefully. Drezghl wheeled his horse around and addressed the group.

"If we follow the path we now ride, we will arrive at the Bandit camp late this evening, but we may be spotted by their sentries and the camp will be awake.  If we move through the forest we would have less of a chance of being spotted, but we won't get there until early morning. They should mostly be asleep except for a couple of guards. The element of surprise would be on our side."

"We must make a decision.", he declared.

Filarion now having come to the same conclusion himself, "I agree. Though it will take longer it will be much easier from the forested side."

Octavia points one mailed finger towards the forest.

"While there is no glory in killing bandits as they slumber, there is also no glory in being perforated by arrows before we can even bring steel to bare. Let us use the forests to mask our approach but when we charge into battle it will be with fire and fury on our lips."

Tauron smiles at the idea of traveling thought the woods and adds.

But there is much glory to be had looking at the tree.  Feeling the grass under ones feet and looking at flowers and bees.
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Tatyana pulls up short on her mount, listening to the ideas among the party. She quickly agrees with Drezghl and Filarion.

"The cover of the forest and the stealth of the early morning would be excellent allies," she added.

The forest closes in around you.The night is quiet the only sound is your horses hooves as you continue to trek deeper into the woods.  Well spaced birch trees become larger and older oaks trees, thick blankets of moss hang down from the ancient branches.

A misty fog forms in the dark woods the lack of light begins to effect those who cannot see in low light, soon only Activision will make out anything in the dark gloom.

Knowledge nature / survival DC 15

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You are getting closer to the camp and can likely dismount and sneak into the camp or ride in after waiting for the darkest part of the night to pass

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As you pause to consider the lack of light.....
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Tauron studies the area.  He also tries to talk to some of local bird to see if they help him get plan of the bandit layout.


I could cast on speak with animal tonight and then another first thing in morning.
OOC:
13:00, Today: Secret Roll: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 28 using 1d20+8 with rolls of 20.  Survival.

Tatyana dismounts and tethers her horse to a nearby large oak tree. She double-checks her weapons and gear before moving over to the others.

"We should move in on foot from here," she whispered.

Instead of a bird Tauron finds a possum hanging from a branch a little over head high; the strange creature has pink skin and a pelt of white hair.  Those with no training might think it looks like a small pig hanging upside down by its tail.

Drezghl even finds the thick mist prevents him from seeing more than 45’ into it.

You guess yourselves to be making a final approach on the bandit camp.
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Dismounting, the elf follows Tatyana's lead and ties his own horse up. He whispers, feeling the oppression of the darkness, "Should we camp for the night and move in the morning?"

With a grunt Octavia dismounts, securing her newly acquired horse. She looked through her supplies and grabbed her spear as well.

"Perhaps someone should stay behind and care for the horses while we are away?"

She glanced over at the quiet bard but moved forward, unwilling to stay and argue the point. She had an energy about her, an excitement for battle that seemed to radiate from her like a glow. She was eager for the hunting and the killing to begin.

A new odor emerged from the thick mist, smoke, a campfire is nearby.

Drezghl

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About 50 away you can make out the fire itself

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Tauron your animal friend says

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The camp layout is in the map section already posted...

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The rest of you know you have nearly stopped on top of the bandit camp, the thick fog coming off the river...

Raz ignores the look coming from the Gorum priestess and instead smiles at the rest the group.

"I believe that my services will be best put to use aiding in the assault. If we do it quick there will be little time for anything to befall our steeds and even if something terrible happens, it's not like we paid good money for them, or anything really."

He grinned and wiggled his hands in the air, once again pulling down an ethereal violin.

"I'm sure the bandits will have wagons and horses as well so assuming we carry the day our transportation will be well provided for. I know you might not consider it but my music is better suited in the middle of battle than before or after."

Raz spun around like a dancer before pointing towards the camp with his bow.

"Now! Let us sally forth and rid these lands of bandits once and for all!"

OOC: No way you're getting rid of me THAT easily :P

In reply to The Spirit of the Land (msg # 28):

Drezghl tied his horse's reins to one of the nearby trees and left his pack at it's base. He figured that it was safe enough here.  He readied his bow and joined the party for the march to the bandit camp.


OOC: Sometimes the game moves a bit too fast.  Sorry for being late.

In reply to Razmatin Vulcovila (msg # 32):

Drez stepped to the bard and hissed in his low gravelly voice.

"Quiet, fool. Are you trying to alert the camp? When the time comes to sing your song, you will know."

In reply to The Spirit of the Land (msg # 31):

Drezghl signaled for the party to halt.  He backtracked and whispered to the nearest party members.

"The camp is straight ahead, I can see their fire. It would be best to kill the sentries first and then take the camp. Pass the word."

Watching Octavia move to leave, the elf gives her back a look that is part carnel and part contemplative. He leaves his pack near his horse and strings his bow before moving after the cleric at a speed that is surprisingly quick. His long legs cover the distance in a matter of moments and his walk has a ready spring in it as they get closer.
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Tauron carries on talking to the creature that he befriended.

The possum laps water from the Druid’s hands

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and explains the layout of the bandit camp.  See map and have the others look at the map.  Description includes about 20 bandits (possum are not good at counting)some with hand weapons some who shoot arrows more often also two men on platforms in the trees as lookouts.   Should begin telling the others feel free to say refer to map as you sketch it out...

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Everyone please refer to the game map, you are currently approaching from the lower right side, just above where the directional symbol is printed.
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Tatyana moved with the others into position. She pointed to the sentry platform in the trees ahead and pointed from her bow to the sentry on it.

She waited until the others were in position.

Tauron finishes talking to his new friend.
He turns to the others.
He starts to make some marks on the ground.

It the second map in Game Map.

This is map of the camp my friend has given me.
He thinks there are 20 bandit but word for twenty is same as word for anything between 15 and 25.  When your an animal it really make no different between the numbers.
Some of the bandit have hand weapons.   Some who shoot arrows.  Two men on platforms in the trees are lookouts.
Hopefully that should help us.
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As you are considering your options and opportunities the time passes and a faint hint of the coming day begins to come, also bandits who drank too much the night before will awake with full bladders.....

Those that decide to slip into camp go ahead and make your stealth rolls and describe your movements forward...

Filarion moves closer to the far sentry.
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Drezghl found a protected spot a couple yards from Tatyana and planted his bastard sword into the dirt next to him.  Then, he drew an arrow and readied his bow as he scanned the camp and his surroundings.
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Her armor makes a soft clinking sound as she adjusts her grip around the greatsword. Second guessing it she shifted it back again scraping metal against metal again. She huffed out her breath in an impatient sigh as she waited for the sounds of battle. Her training let her ignore the ache in her muscles at the weight of her armor and sword, the growing numbness in her feet from standing.

None of it mattered, it was all just distractions from the upcoming battles and the glory she would bring for her god. While she waited she began whispering a mantra of battle to herself over and over again.

"May Gorum's skill guide my blade and may his strength smite my foes. May Gorum's skill guide my blade and may his strength smite my foes..."

For those approaching stealthily
Though the bon fire had burned bright through most of the night approach the glowing fire. It's flames lick hungrily several feet into the air. It seems to have died down a bit from when it was first started. The camp is surrounded by dense brush and trees giving plenty of opportunity to stay out of site, but hindering movement. The shrubs and lower branches of the trees are too thick to move through without causing a lot of sound or taking extra time.

The stealthy approaches from the south east corner of the camp from their vantage point they can spot fourteen bandits sleeping on bedrolls spread around the fire. If they hadn't been given a heads up on the eastern watch tower it would have gone completely overlooked. It's nestled beside a sturdy oak twenty feet off the ground. Netting covered in leaves and branches hang down the sides of it. Only one guard can be seen at the post, but it's hard to tell.

The night is quiet except for the crackling fire and the snores of thieves. While approaching the camp the surprise
is foiled by the loose debris along the forest floor. Every few paces a twig snaps under foot, or a leaf is crushed.

One of the bandits rolls over towards you and props himself up on an elbow, "Hope it's not them damn owlbears again..."
He peers through the forest half awake and not even truly aware...
Bandit Active Perception Check vs. Stealth
1d20 ⇒ 4

"Maybe just a squirrel," he grumbles, falling back to sleep.

As you get closer and watch longer the archers are able to pick out two sentries standing up on the platform. A few leaves and branches are draped around them and they both seem to be looking the other direction, for now.

Filarion moves and takes aim at the furthest guard. He carefully takes aim and let's fly, but his aim was slightly off as it goes sailing into the night.
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When the timing is right Tauron lets fly an arrow at same target as other archers.

OOC:
20:11, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 3 using 1d8 with rolls of 3.  Damage.
20:10, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 21 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 19.  attack with bow.

In tandem with her cohorts, Tatyana lets an arrow loose at the nearest platform sentry and hears the dull 'thud' of it connecting with center body mass.


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20:49, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 17 using 1d20+4 ((13)).
20:51, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 9 using 1d8+1 ((8)). Standard arrow damage.
20:51, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 5 using 1d6 ((5)). Sneak attack dmg to add if within 30 feet of the target.
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After Drezghl saw Tatyana draw her bow, he did likewise and his arrow flew true.  The bandit reeled with the solid hit. He drew another arrow and searched for a new target.

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21:44, Today: Secret Roll: Drezghl Zuhv rolled 18 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 15.  Longbow vs far senry in tree.

21:45, Today: Secret Roll: Drezghl Zuhv rolled 7 using 1d8 with rolls of 7.  damage on bandit.

Filarion is standing over the sleeping bandits as arrows take both guards in the platform.

The nearly silent bowstrings are not enough noise to rouse the sleeping bandits.

Surprise round
All can act....

Raz is not used to being quiet but for now stealth wins the day. As the sentries die from being turned into pincushions he adjusts his aim at one of the sleeping lumps and sends an arrow smack into the center of mass.

OOC: Raz hits AC 18 for 6 pts of piercing damage against one of the sleeping bandits.

14:09, Today: Secret Roll: Razmatin Vulcovila rolled 6 using 1d6 with rolls of 6.
14:09, Today: Secret Roll: Razmatin Vulcovila rolled 18 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 16.  bowshot at sleeping guard.

Seeing that there were no more platforms with sentries upon them, Tatyana quietly moves forward, removing her longsword from its thong at her hip. She creeps into the sleeping camp and begins slitting throats.

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21:23, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 26 using 1d20+7 ((19)). Stealth check.

Now that the sentries had been delt with, Filarion draws his sword and kicks the closest bandit. "Get up and answer for your villainy!" He yells out in challenge.

As Raz shoots a lump the bandit jumps up and yells...
“The owl bears got me!”

Just then a bandit gets kicked hard in the chest and another bandit dies in his sleep.....

The rest of you are up!

Not wishing to get to close to the bandits Tauron stick with his bow.
Moving forward if he must he pick out another target to fire his bow at.

OOC:
20:45, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 6 using 1d8 with rolls of 6.  Damage.
20:45, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 20 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 18.  attack with bow.
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Drezghl nocked another arrow and aimed at one of the closer bandits silhouetted by the fire.  The fire flared up just as he let the arrow loose and it harmlessly struck one of the rocks that made up the fire ring.

Tatyana continues her grizzly work of slicing throats amidst the sleeping and/or groggy bandits.

The sleeping bandits awake (some of them) others have throats slit and although awake, they are only able to gurgle as they die.

As Tatyana and Filarion look around a new threat steps into view  A rough looking female bandit comes around the tree to the west wielding a pair of wicked looking axes. She steps up to Tatyana and swings for her neck.  "I'll take care of this."
Handaxe; 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Damage; 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
The blow hits home, wounding the rogue.

Those charging into camp find themselves cut off by the recently awakened bandits, who are not ready for a fight, however one of them manages to hit Octavia with a longsword for 8 damage...

Silas and Tauron each discover a caltrop has found it's way through your footgear and into the bottom of one foot for one point of damage...

Archers can now see more clear targets and

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You can also see the bandit on the platforms moving around and doing something.  You also do not have a shot at the female bandit who just attacked your cohorts.

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You are up!

Lashing out at the woman with the axes, the elf completely missed her.

Tauron let of another arrow but this time fails to hit anything.


OOC:
23:16, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 3 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 1.  attack with bow.

Tatyana grunts in pain as one of the hatchets connects just under her right flank, slashing through her armor and opening a wide gash.

Not to go down without a fight, Tatyana grips her longsword in an overhanded fashion and swings with a backhand motion as she steps into a flanking position opposite Filarion.

The hatchet-wielding girl ducked under the long slash, however. But still, now she was in between two opponents, and hopefully more soon!

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22:22, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 10 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 6.  Flanking attack on Hatchet-Girl!

Raz waves his hands in the air and a giant cello appears in one hand and a bow in the others. Without wasting time he beging thrumming the bow back and forth, building up in intensity as he pulls the bow back and forth creating a tempo for the battle around him.

OOC: Inspire Courage!

quote:

An affected ally receives a +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

A low chant starts bellowing up from Octavia as she swings her sword overhead.

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"

She slams her sword down as if cutting through the air and a magical burst emanates from her as the god of battle bestows his blessings upon her allies to strike down the bandits with fury.

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Casting Bless. I think it hits everyone with a 30' burst.

Drezghl, seeing that Tatyana was cut off from the party, raised his bow and let loose at one of the bandits closing in on her.

The hatchet woman gives the men a look and she orders them to attack.

They do so charging away from Kressel and attempting to engage Octavia in combat
Though three of them attack only one scores a minor hit for 4 damage.

Kressel swings her hatchets again, but does not score a hit.


A few arrows fly and one of them hit Raz for 3 points in his shoulder.

The guard on the platform throws down a thunder stone creating a loud boom.


You are up!

"GORUM! WITNESS ME!"

Corded muscles strained as she twirled around with the hit of the bandits in front of her. Steel rang off of her armor as she used her mailed gauntlet to stop one and the hilt of her blade to stop another but a third attack slipped through her armor. It was a serious wound and she tasted blood on her lips but this was the moment she lived her life for.

Her shoulder hit one of the bandits and she kicked another one away finally getting enough space to bring her giant sword to bear. The third bandit, the one that had dared attack her strike her flesh, received the full brunt of her attack. Her blade came down in a mighty chop that could easily sever a man in two.

Raz takes the shot like a champ and not letting the arrow disrupt his playing. He begins to weave the strands of magic into his song and he suddenly slows the pace creating a haunting melody that seems to tug at the eyelids.


OOC: Casting Sleep at the largest cluster of bandits he can see without hitting any PCs.

quote:

A sleep spell causes a magical slumber to come upon 4 HD of creatures. Creatures with the fewest HD are affected first.

Range: 110 feet
Area: 10' radius burst
Duration: 1 minute
DC: 15 Will

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Whirling her longsword in a flourish, Tatyana suddenly thrust forward while Filarion's movements distracted the hatchet-wielding hussy, scoring a damaging gash to her midsection.

She said nothing, continuing to focus on the fight. Tatyana's wound was covered in her own blood, and unless she finished this fight quickly and bound it, it could very likely spell her doom.




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19:48, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 19 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 13.  Swing her longsword at Kressel!
19:51, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 5 using 1d8+3 with rolls of 2.  Dmg the hatchet-wielding hussy!
19:51, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 2 using 1d6 with rolls of 2.  Sneak Attack Damage.
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Seeing his companions surrounded by the bandits, Drezghl dropped his bow and pulled his bastard sword from the dirt where he has planted it before the ambush.  He charged in behind the bandits that surrounded Tatyana and Octavia.

Drez howled in Orcish in a terrifying display as he waded into the fray.

[Language unknown: "Etou evmoul vor eve toma hou sta iceswa pa N linsa naulev m hoin herhatlin!"]

He stopped short of the nearest bandit swinging his sword. The blade bit deep beneath the bandit's arm and buried itself deep in the man's ribs. Drezghl yanked his sword out as a gush of blood spilled to the dirt.

Committing to his two handed stance, the duelist launches into a full on attack at the woman. "Yeild and you may survive this!" He calls to her.

21:37, Today: Secret Roll: Filarion Petxalim rolled 18,6 using D20+9,d8+3 with rolls of 9,3.  Attack/damage.
21:39, Today: Secret Roll: Filarion Petxalim rolled 2 using 1d4 with rolls of 2.  Attack/damage.

Total of 8 damage
Bonuses: +1 competence (bless), +2 flanking, +1 morale (Raz bardic)

Octavia drops one of the bandits attacking her and turns to attack another only to see the mass of recently awakened bandits get caught in Raz’s sleep spell.



The archers also take a toll on the bandit wave.

Filarion and Tatyana are still fighting with Kressel and her hatchets!
Kressel lashes out and hits Filarion for 7 points of damage, burying her hatchet in his side.

The sound of gathering forces sounds from behind Kressel inside the camp.

“Form up men, were being invaded.”


A few arrows fly from behind Kressel one hit Octavia for a point of damage.


You are up!!!!
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Tauron carries on firing arrows at what ever bandit he can see.

OOC:
This now action for last round as post overlapped.
11:57, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 4 using 1d8 with rolls of 4.  Damage.
11:57, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 23 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 19.  attack with bow.

Attack 19
Damage 4 +1
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Tatyana swings back at Kressel, but her opponent dodged the blow.

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20:47, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 11 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 5.  Attack Kressel with longsword.

Striking out again, the blood loss effected his swing.

Kressel calls out more instructions
“They have a caster so keep paced apart and ready to wake any slumbering!”

Three of you have acted, I still need some attacks...
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"I LIVE! YOU DIE! LIFE THROUGH STRENGTH AND WILL!"

Octavia continued to shout out mantras from the holy texts of Gorum as she expertly brought her greatsword down with another chop taking a bandit's arm clean from his shoulder.

The bandit before Drezghl fell to the ground.  He looked up and saw Filarion and Tatyana, locked in deadly combat with the infamous Kressel.  His eyes narrowed and he charged ahead with his sword at the ready.  He quickly closed the gap and swung his sword, unfortunately it failed to taste blood.  This time.

Raz pauses at a particularly dramatic moment to notch an arrow and loose it in the general direction of the bandits. It doesn't come anywhere close to anyone but he has to at least keep up the pretenses of participating in the fight.

OOC: I hit AC 3! So... nothing...

Tauron stays where he is picking of any bandit he can see.
Using the powers and abilities of his friends to help him.

OOC:
Action for this round:-
18:50, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 23 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 19.  More arrows please( shoot bow).
18:50, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 8 using 1d8+1 with rolls of 7.  Damage.

The bandits have formed up in groups of three you count, three groups or nine bandits.  Two carry shields and swords the third of each group has a longbow.

Two bandits with shields and swords step up to flank
Kressel as she drinks a potion of some sort.

The two flanking bandits strike out, one of them grazes Filarion’s armor, but does no damage.

The archers fire three arrows.
Only one hits apparently Octavia’s message is not being well received!


You are up!
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thunk

Another arrow sunk into her shoulder, nestled in among the others. Octavia broke the arrow in a swift motion and readied her sword.

"RAAAAAAAAA"

The time for mantras was past and now was the chance for glorious battle. When she saw Gorum it would be standing atop a heap of slain foes.

She charged at one of the flankers attacking Filarion. The bandit only had a moment to look around in surprise, a flash of confusion and fear crossing his face before Octavia's sword smashed into him, lifting his body up on the blade before crumpling at her feet a broken shell that once held the soul of evil.

Tauron carries on firing arrows.

OOC:
22:16, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 13 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 9.  attack with bow.

Frustrated by his missed attack, Drezghl wheeled and lashed out at Kressel again.  This time, his steel tasted flesh and blood as the bandit leader was dealt a solid blow. A grin crept across his craggy face.

Still flanking the dual-hatchet-wielding hussy, and most disconcerted at the number of bandits suddenly appearing around her, Tatyana decides that the best defense is a good offense, and swings her blade at her enemy.

THUNK!

Her sword bit deeply into Kressel. How deep?

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22:43, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 19 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 13.  attack Kressel again!
22:44, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 10 using 1d8+3 with rolls of 7.  damage Kressel!
22:44, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 3 using 1d6 with rolls of 3.  Sneak Attack Damage.

Octavia takes out one of Kressels bodyguards.

Tauron fires an arrow into an opponents shields.

Tatyana and Drezghl  tear into o Kressel with a double hit.


Some of you are still up...

Raz pauses once again as his notes hang in the air to fire away another shot towards the clusters of bandits.

Surprisingly enough one of his arrows grazed a guard! Raz was as surprised as everyone else to be so effective.

OOC:  Raz hits AC 22 for 2 pts of piercing damage
(4 more rounds of bardic performance)
22:02, Yesterday: Razmatin Vulcovila rolled 2 using 1d6 with rolls of 2.  Damage.

22:01, Yesterday: Razmatin Vulcovila rolled 22 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 19.  Fire away fire away.

Feeling close to useless as he has yet to connect, Filarion double fistedly slashes at the bandit leader. Just as he does so, his boot slips on a patch of leaves thrusting him suddenly forward. His blade strikes true somehow and sinks in deep.

Filarion takes out Kressel ‘s second bodyguard.

Three arrows fly, but only one struck true hitting Octavia; Rav returns the favor hitting the archer with an arrow....

Kressel makes a double attack and yet she too nearly slips down as neither attack hit anything.

Four bandits with shields move up to flank Kressel.

The two archers move to the last distant group and remain behind two bandits with shields


You are up!!!

The elf carries on firing his bow at who ever he can see.

OOC:
20:43, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 5 using 1d8+1 with rolls of 4.  Damage.
20:42, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 19 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 15.  attack with bow.

Tatyana grits her teeth and stabs forward with her blade, catching Kressel in the gut. She felt the bardic melody wash over her, and she felt the divine blessing of a god she knew heretofor little about - but both helped her connect.

She looks straight into the woman's eyes, feeling only a tiny bit of remorse. Why one so young chose such a life, she could not scarce imagine.

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20:51, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 17 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 11.  Attack Kressel!
20:51, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 9 using 1d8+3 with rolls of 6.  Damage Kressel!
20:52, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 4 using 1d6 with rolls of 4.  Sneak attack damage on Kressel.

Encouraged by his previous strike on Kressel; Drezghl again presses his attack.  This time he hits with another solid blow.



OOC

19:42, Today: Secret Roll: Drezghl Zuhv rolled 19 using 1d20+8 with rolls of 11.  Attack on Kressel. Bastard sword.

19:43, Today: Secret Roll: Drezghl Zuhv rolled 8 using 1d10+6 with rolls of 2.




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With another cry Octavia swung her sword but this time the bandit threw up his shield in time to block the strike. She kicked the bandit away and readied herself for another strike.

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Bless: 4/6 rounds
+1 to attack

The surprise at his effectiveness fades quickly as he presses his advantage and scores another devastating strike.

Seeing that things were going just fine, Raz continued to play his cello, thundering up a storm of sound to inspire his allies and strike fear in his enemies.

OOC:
I think 4/7 rounds for bardic performance if Octavia's report is correct.

quote:

An affected ally receives a +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

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Kressel falls to the ground dropping out of view under the feet of the four longsword and shield wielding bandits.

Perception DC 18

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She is drinking a potion!  And prone.  If you can stop her you will have to notice this and successfully attack her!!!

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The archers fire a volley
One hits Tauron for 1 point
The other hits Raz for 3 points

The swordsman begin a flurry of attacks

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09:56, Today: Secret Roll: The Spirit of the Land rolled 7 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 4.  Longsword bandit #4. 09:54, Today: Secret Roll: The Spirit of the Land rolled 5 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 2.  Swordsman bandit #3. 09:53, Today: Secret Roll: The Spirit of the Land rolled 16 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 13.  Swordsman bandit #2. 09:53, Today: Secret Roll: The Spirit of the Land rolled 10 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 7.  Swordsman bandit #1.

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One bandit knicks Drezghl for 2 points of damage....

You are up!!!!
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Tauron carries on firing his bow at the bandits.

OOC:
18:49, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 15 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 11.  attack with bow.

As Kressel retreated, Drez spun and swung wildly at the bandit that wounded him.  His blow was deflected by the bandit's shield.

He shouted at the bandit in Orcish, "Flee now and you may yet live!"

The slippery bandit leader evaded Octavia's sight and the battle cleric shouted in victory as the leader of the bandits was vanquished. Seeing that the other bandits were still attacking, she kicked one in the knee and then took his head with her blade.


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Bless: 5/6 rounds
+1 to attack
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Raz started bobbing his head back and forth as he continued building up to a crescendo. The climax was soon to be had!

Seeing an archer pointing his way he worked in a dramatic pause in his music, dropping his bow to switch to his other bow and quick knock and fire an arrow at the bandit. He smiled as it sank into the bandit's chest as he readied himself to pick up his instrument again.


OOC:
Free Action: Maintain Performance
Free Action: Drop instrument
Move Action: Pick up Shortbow
Free Action: Draw Arrow
Standard Action: Fire! Hitting AC 18 for 5 pts of piercing damage.

...just pointing out that what was done was entirely possible :P


5/7 rounds for bardic performance.
16/20 arrows

quote:

An affected ally receives a +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

"Your leader has been dropped. Lay down your arms and you will get a fair trial. Do not and you will die today." He keeps his sword art the ready to see it they attack.

Raz manages to fire off an arrow without missing a beat in fact the bow string and the satisfying think of the arrow into flesh seems perfectly timed.

Tauron fires as well but his arrow misses the mark.

Octavia skewers another bandit swordsman as does Filarion cutting the foursome of sword wielding bandits down to just two.

Dice roll log

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09:00, Today: The Spirit of the Land rolled 6 using 1d8+1 with rolls of 5.  Longsword damage. 08:58, Today: The Spirit of the Land rolled 20 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 16.  Longsword attack 2. 08:58, Today: The Spirit of the Land rolled 16 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 12.  Longsword attack 1. 08:57, Today: The Spirit of the Land rolled 1 using 1d8 with rolls of 1.  Arrow to Raz. 08:56, Today: Secret Roll: The Spirit of the Land rolled 6 using 1d8 with rolls of 6.  Damage Raz from an arrow. 08:55, Today: The Spirit of the Land rolled 16 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 12.  Archer attack #3. 08:54, Today: The Spirit of the Land rolled 15 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 11.  Archer attack #2. 08:54, Today: The Spirit of the Land rolled 6 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 2.  Archer attack #1.

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Raz takes another arrow for a single point of damage.

Octavia becomes the focus of the bandits counter offensive.  Her armor barely turns aside one blow, but the other lands a solid hit for 5 points of damage.


Perception DC 20

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Kressel is crawling away into the nearby bushes!!

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The bandits in the back seem determined to stay in the fight seeing no future on being captured and possibly tortured for information.


You are up!!
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Tatyana had stayed back in the last few moments, trying to ascertain where the hatchet-wielding woman had gone; she had seemed to disappear under a cloud of shields, and Taty had backed off ten or fifteen feet to put some distance between them and herself.

But then she saw the woman crawling into the bushes nearby!

Without further consideration, she charged the woman's location, as quietly as death itself, and swung down with her blade!

She hears her blade pierce armor, skin, and bone with a sickening crunch! Just for added emphasis, Tatyana twists her blade once it is firmly lodged in the woman's back.

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23:15, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 22 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 16.  Perception Check.
23:23, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 23 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 17.  Charge Kressel and attack!
23:24, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 11 using 1d8+3 with rolls of 8.  Damage Kressel!
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Tauron stand and carries on firing arrows at the bandits.

OOC:
18:06, Yesterday: Secret Roll: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 13 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 9.  attack with bow.

Drezghl closed with the sword wielders hiding Kressel, but did not notice her escape.   He snared menacingly as he attacked again.   Drez again landed a heavy blow on which staggered his foe.


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16:23, Today: Drezghl Zuhv rolled 6 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 4.  Intimidate bandits.

16:18, Today: Drezghl Zuhv rolled 8 using 1d10+6 with rolls of 2.  Damage. nearest bandit. B. Sword.

16:17, Today: Drezghl Zuhv rolled 21 using 1d20+8 with rolls of 13.  Attack nearest bandit. B. Sword.

Tatyana cracks Kressel in Twain with a fierce chop.

The remainder my bandits make a run for it!


You are up!!!!

As the bandits turn and run, Octavia slashes her blade across the back of another one.

"NO MERCY FOR THE WEAK!"

Her face is splattered with the blood of her enemies and her voice cries out as she thrusts her blade down, finishing off the bandit she just felled.

Seeing more bandits are fleeing he moves forward, planning to drop one more sleep spell on the closest cluster of bandits to maximize the number of survivors, assuming Octavia didn't murder everyone.

OOC: Casting Sleep on a fleeing group of bandits. DC 15 or fall unconscious for up to 4HD of creatures

The elf was in no shape to chase after the fleeing bandits. His side ached and his hand came back slick with blood. He stayed vigilant, but also in place as the others did what they wanted.

Oops. Last week was crazy, but I'm still here.

Tatyana checks the now-limp form of her opponent, making sure that all life has left her.

After a moment of certainty, she looks around to see what other targets might be presenting themselves ... and to make sure she didn't miss anyone moving in on her.


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20:42, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 25 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 19.  perception check on her surroundings.

Tauron carries on firing his arrows at any enemy that is still left.

OOC:
02:50, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 21 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 17.  attack with bow.
02:51, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 2 using 1d8+1 with rolls of 1.  Damage.

Drezghl sees the bandits break and run.  Still amped up with adrenaline, he begins to give chase.


"Surrender now and you may yet receive mercy! If we have to hunt you, you will die!", he bellowed as he ran.


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20:15, Today: Secret Roll: Drezghl Zuhv rolled 7 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 5.  Intimidate bandits into surrendering.  (Apparently they were not impressed.)

Octavia manages to catch up with the last sword and shield bandit and take him down.

The last three archers find themselves falling asleep as they recall the instructions too late to not cluster up together.

The battle is won!

Drez easily caught up with sleeping archers.  He bound their hands behind their backs with cord from his belt pouch. After that, he relieved them of any knives, daggers, or other weapons that he found and tossed them into a pile.  He then grabbed a couple of them by the foot and separated them so that they couldn't whisper to each other when they woke up.

"Octavia! I have three new servants of Gorum waiting for you.", he shouted across the battlefield.
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Tauron collects his items and walks into the camp and looks around.
There is a noise like cheeping comes form his backpack.
He opens it and small reptile like creature pocked it's head out.
It snaps his jaws and is very hungry.

Well, well you are cute little fellow.  And hungry to.
I know just the place for you.

Tauron heads of to an odd location in the camp he clearly has in his mind.
It is placed on the outside of the camp away from main tents.
The elf spends some time there.  With his two friend.
His new friend seem very happy with where Tauron has lead him.

The three bandits are secured and you notice a broken down wagon and some horses tethered by the creek.

Octavia marches down the line of prisoners and finds a nice solid tree stump.

"Drezghul, bring them here. Gorum has no use for the weak."

She hefted her greatsword and tested the swing, taking a step back and to the side to better line up her downstroke with the center of the stump.

"Mercy for the weak is found at the end of a sword for life holds no future for those who cannot defend themselves. Gorumskagat, chapter 6, verse 3."

Raz straightens up and stretches out the kinks. He had taken a bit of damage but with the battle done and the stragglers rounded up he tosses the bow and cello aside where they fade away into magical motes before disappearing entirely.

"Now now, dear priestess. Shouldn't we hear what these lads have to say before absconding with their heads? I am sure they have some interesting tales to tell."

He skirts to the side and around Octavia, approaching the wagon and Kressle. He takes the time to mumble a few magical words and concentrate in order to Detect any magical auras that might be found. As he studies the various items he will talk to himself (or anyone else around him).

"Hmmm...interesting. Ahhh, ah yes. Oh I see. I am sure we will fetch quite a handsome price for this..."

"Yes, Razmatin.  Good thinking."

Tatyana drags Kressel's body from the cover of the bushes out to where the other bodies have been gathered. She had placed the woman's twin hand axes on her chest to keep them with the body.


She looked around and then at her companions. "Any more to track down," she said before wincing and grabbing her side. It was only then she remembered her wound. The adrenaline of battle had put it far from her mind, focusing on the killing that needed to be done. Now that it was apparently over and done with, the rush faded only to be replaced by pain.

She gasped once and dropped to a knee. "I don't suppose anyone has any bandages or a healing potion?"

Filarion comes over to Tatyana and offers her a hand to a cleanish location so have her wounds looked at. His face betrays him as he looks at the bodies, saddened by the loss.

"Octavia. Raz. Anyone with healing. Your assistance is requested, please."
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Octavia motioned for the others to gather around as she began chanting.

"When the day is won, the champions shall leave the dead behind. Let them be filled with vigor and strength so that they may wage war upon the following day. Gorumskagat VII"

A burst of energy radiates from Octavia causing wounds to fade and skin to start to seal.

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Everyone heals 5!
This message was lightly edited by the player at 22:25, Mon 11 June 2018.

Tauron comes back.
Does anybody else need healing?

Tatyana feels the divine energy wash over her, mending her torn skin and the damage underneath. When it is over, all that is left of her wound is good-sized bruise. She tests it with a finger, and only winces slightly.

"Thank you and your deity, Mistress Octavia," she smiled warmly at the human woman.

As Tauron arrives, she answers him, "I believe I'll be all right now, with a good night's rest. We should see to rounding up the dead and the loo .. I mean gear."

The wounds the elf warrior has taken heal up, but are still visible. He treats the area and finds that they have closed up nicely, well at least they aren't still bleeding. He nods his thanks and kindly rejects more healing with, "I'll be just fine. Thank you."

He stands, twirling his blade, and moves to check the wagon out with whomever was already there.

"Thank you, Priestess.", Drezghl said after his wound healed

"Now, about those prisoners. Perhaps we should put them to work. "

As you survey the camp you find a covered area of stolen goods piled on top of an old beatdown wagon and covered with a tarp.

On Kressel you find;
1 potion of cure light
studded leather armor
2 masterwork handaxes
4 daggers
a silver necklace shaped like the head of a stag
85 gp


The three hog-tied bandits eye you suspiciously but have not said a word.


Treasure: The bandits’ spoils, kept hidden under less interesting supplies like food, firewood, and tents on the wagon, currently include 321 sp, 90 gp, a pair of silver earrings worth 150 gp, a wooden music box worth 90 gp, three crates of furs and hides worth 50 gp per crate, and a polished wooden case of potent greenish herbal liquor. There are still eight bottles with liquor left in them.


You also find a second platform in the trees where a lookout would be posted. A small iron pot sits there, and the thunderstone is missing.


The sun has risen and it is early morning.

The middens smells foul as it is sorted through. Nothing interesting is found there....
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"We could utilize the wagon and haul all of this back to Oleg's, and make a proper accounting of it there," Tatyana says to her companions as she gathers up every weapon and armor from the bandits she can find.

After that, she makes an extensive search of the area.

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19:32, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 18 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 11.  Perception Check. Searching the camp.
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"If we can't repair it, then we could use their horses." He says as he looks dubiously as the wagon. "I'm more interested in Svetlana's wedding band."

An extensive search finds a second field of caltrops that can be gathered up as well as a fishing net and some seasoned firewood stacked under a tree.  And a shovel near the latrines and middens ...

Feel free to begin interacting with the captured bandits as well

At this point Raz is plucking on a guitar he had summoned as he walks up and down the line of captured bandits. He plucks a piece on it to create a musical accompaniment to his words, using it to help put the proper mood in place as he addresses the captured bandits.

"Right now, you see, that woman over there is planning to take your heads. I don't know if you know this but her whole family was killed by bandits and she likes to stack the heads of thieves and murderers into a little skull altar for her god of war. You heard her shouting during battle, do you really think that would stop because your blades are down? No, she will take your heads off one by one..."

Raz walked up and down, making eye contact with each and every one of the bandits as he gives them a sad look and plucks a somber tone from his guitar. It sounds almost like a funeral dirge given it's slow pace and minor key.

"Now, luckily for you there is hope. A single path that might allow you to escape these woods with your head still on your shoulder..."

The guitar strums, picking up tempo and shifting to major chords to emphasize the emotion of hope and possibilities.

"Tell us what you know about the Stag Lord. If you make yourself useful and valuable, repent your wicked ways and pledge to repay Oleg for the damages done to his outpost then maybe...maybe you can earn a bit of mercy from one of my companions here that doesn't worship such a bloodthirsty deity...maybe. Be quick about it though as we will not be able to stay that one's blade for long..."

In classic good cop fashion, Raz offers the bandits a path to their salvation, possibly even redemption. He is, of course, bullshitting them. The charter clearly stated to execute bandits and even if he wanted to he had no real confidence that he could persuade Octavia from killing all the bandits however so long as the bandits thought there was hope they might be willing to offer up their knowledge before the cleric's sword found their neck.

OOC: 21 on bluff check

17:01, Today: Secret Roll: Razmatin Vulcovila rolled 21 using 1d20+10 with rolls of 11.  bluff check on captured bandits.

Someone else will have to do the intimidate or diplomacy check unless the bandits suddenly feel like it's in their best interest to tell us everything they know ;-D

Tatyana busies herself by first checking the seasoned firewood stack thoroughly, and then, picking up the shovel, goes digging and jabbing in the middens.

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22:05, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 15 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 8.  check out the firewood

22:06, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 10 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 3.  search the middens with the shovel.

One of the bandits croaks up ”We are ready to talk…My Names Tuck, short for Tucker, as if anyone is going to care when you lop off our heads, I have not been a bandit very long and the choice was the same one your offering, just the opposite.”

The wind begins gently picking up and sweeping across the plains and into the woods.  Today will be a windy day, blowing (right to left) across the game map.  It will only really effect scent based upwind/downwind and candles/tindertwigs.
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Raz smirks as Tucker begins talking and again nods at the angry looking cleric sharpening her blade.

"Well then Tuck, short for Tucker. Start talking. I'm listening. We all are. Tell us about your now dead bandit leader, tell us about this Stag Lord stomping around saying this land is his. Tell us where the goods you stole from that nice trading couple is. Tell us where that wedding ring your boss stole from that lovely woman is and maybe we will be moved by your words to stay the executioner's blade.

The bottom line is, the more you talk, the better the chances are you say something that will keep you alive."

He pauses and considers the rest of the line of bandits.

"And as for the rest of you, Tuck short for Tucker is currently in the lead. We do not know if this is a race or not but if it is, he is in the lead. Consider that when you take measure of what you have done in your lives, and how much longer you wish that life to extend."

Filarion watches the bandits as he fingers a thick nobby club with a look of interest and a bit of maniacal smile.

Having found nothing in her searches, Tatyana stands the shovel against a nearby tree, wipes the sweat from her brow, and casually walks over to where the rest of the group are interrogating the living bandits.

As she listens to Raz, she begins to smile. She leans against the nearest tree that will support her lithe frame and watches the questioning continue, still smiling.

Octavia could care less about what the mouthy bard had to say. He might have gotten one of them talking but in her eyes and the eyes of Gorum the price must be paid. The tree stump would bath in blood. Satisfied her blade was sharp enough she walked over to a random bandit, one who stared too long in her direction or did not cower at her presence and she pointed at him.

"You. You will be the first."

Tuck:
"You guys want to know who the Stag Lord is? He's the boss of all the bandits in the Greenbelt. If we don't report to him or one of his cronies, like Kressle, on a regular basis then he's got a tendency to make an example of you. The man's a bloody drunk, the booze under the platform was for him so Kressle would get on his good side. Maybe promote her to work in the Fort proper. Even s**tfaced though he's the most fearsome fellow around."

One of the other bandits looks confused…."Oleg? He's that merchant up north isn't he? The guy Happs been hustling. Speaking of which he'll probably be showing up soon." He looks around… "Are you guys going to kill him too? He was kinda dumb, really licked Kressle's boots when they weren't shagging."

The last bandit pipes in...
"Tha ring was probably stole by 'em mites, they raided us a few times, bug eyed blu gobbins er fey I guess."

Drezghl watched closely as events unfold.   A toothy grin began to appear on his face.  He quickly stepped up a few paces to intercept Octavia as her bloodlust begins to rise.

"Priestess, I would have a word with you."

Drezghl grabbed Octavia by the shoulder and leaned in close to her. He spoke in low and forceful tones for her ears only.


Drezghl looked over at the prisoners for a moment and back to Octavia. He continued to speak in his low, rumbly voice.
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Tuck coughs, red blood comes out of his mouth...

It is apparent he still has an arrow in his lung..

He manages to add to what he already said...
"Well aren't you a righteous lot. You're right, I'm a thief I stole back in the city when my family was too poor to eat. I stole when the Swordlords taxed us into the ground. I stole when the collectors came and took my father when he fell sick and couldn't work enough. Sometimes I'll steal a look at a pretty lady, and sometimes I'll steal her heart. Is that evil?"

He coughs again and runs out of air, you can hear the air sucking into his chest, as the lung collapses...

Octavia shrugs off Drezghul's hand from her shoulder and glares contempt down at the prisoners.

"Listen to them. They are mewling babes not worthy of mercy. I intend to raise an army of soldiers, not a rabble of thieves and murderers. Tell me Drezghul, if a bandit put a knife to your throat and told you to rape, murder, and pillage would you? Or would you stare death in the face and accept your fate to preserve who you are. These vermin will shift their allegiances along whatever easy path is presented. You accept them into your ranks and they will run away or slit your throat at their earliest convenience.

I hear no signs of repenting. I hear no pledges of redemption. I hear only fear and weakness and Gorum and the Swordlords. I see not soldiers but thieves and rapists. I see Imira's face, blooded and broken. I see only enemies who deserve only justice."


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Unless someone is going to physically stop her she is going to take Tucker over to the stump and take his head before he has to continue suffering and suffocate to death.

"It may not be evil," the elf says, "but it is illegal and the punishment is clear. May you go and find the afterlife to your liking."

In reply to Octavia Cassiana (msg # 141):


Drezghl nodded and replied.
"Very well, Priestess.  Our charter is clear and the sword is a better end that a rope.  The one called Tuck is beyond aid, but allow Raz to further question the other two before the time of their punishment."

Tucker is trussed and resting over the stump....waiting for the executuoneresses axw to fall...


"I don't much care for the Stag Lord and his men. I'll tell you what I know. Perhaps if you cut the head of the snake the rest of the coils can relax. These men can go back to being hunters and trappers. I am not that snake and can be of use."

"The Staglord lives in some old ruins overlooking Tuskwater lake. There's a few watch towers that are always manned, but really only one way up the hill to his fort. You see the hills are haunted. Anyone who steps off the one trail is attacked by waves of undead. Mindless corpses who drag anything that steps on their soil into the ground. I saw the Stag Lord throw a man off the walls and be torn apart with my own eyes. I don't know about special powers other then he drinks like a fish and never takes his helmet off."

He pauses to cough, specs of blood showing on the stump in front of his lips. ”Guess I am not going to live much longer no matter what…”  His voice trails off weakly, his teeth have a red tint of fresh blood…..

”…..For all I have done I have never killed a man in his sleep.”

Tauron had for the most part listened to what was going on but taken no real interest in the bandits.  He was more interested in his new friend and finding food for it.  He was also exploring the outer areas of the camp.
However with words of Tucker he turns and walk back to what happening.

With his two animal friends behind him.
He turns to Octavia Cassiana.
I think you do not understand the words you speak.  You clearly do not understand what the meaning of the word mercy is.

He then turns to others.
I like this not at all.  Under the turns of why we are here I understand we have right to take the bandit life's.  But good people only take a life when there is no other option. To remove a clear evil like the bandit leaders.  I will not stop you.  I know humans have there ways and for an elf they are not easy to understand.

His eye fall on Filarion Petxalim raising and eyebrow at the other elf willingness to go along with what is happening.

I am told that divine magic can tell if a person is truly evil and maybe deserves punishment or if they just acted to survival which is natural instinct of most creature.

He shacked his head.  I have said my words.  I just hope that such actions do not start you down the road to becoming nothing more that like the very leaders of these bandit who clearly did not have kindness in their hearts.  slaughtering other is that slaughtering other what ever the reason given.

He turns to his two animal friends.
Come let leave them to this dark deeds.  I like this not at all.

Then lastly to Tucker.
I am sorry.  May somehow your soul find peace.
Then the odd elf walks of to carry on his search of outer part of the camp.

Filarion looks at Tauron, meeting his gauze. "I have been living with humans for a few decades and this is their law. I offered them, repeatedly, to give up which they refused. It wasn't until they were forced to stop did combat end. It is out of my hands. If the humans decide to be lenient or not, then so be it."

Octavia brings her sword down in a swift and strong cut. The blade takes Tucker's head clean off and she rolls the body off the stump before it gets too soaked in blood.

She moves over to grab the next one in line.

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We don't have to go through this all one by one. Nothing said so far has swayed her heart.

Tauron nods.  Then I have got the measure of this situation.  Seems my years of study in human history has not gone to waste.  I had always thought the writers where, slightly anti-human.  Over playing what they do.  Seems I was wrong.

He moves away.  Then looks at the trees before speaking again to Filarion
[Language unknown: Himeto diel weli ith elndla a p watesa yinastort rutesthis ourndedin.  Ee withouons kor en ithomethi dinersererea.  Padin wa ll laarmo p asinmi mi ted tra.  U an tinundreathethe ad reas o utsti.]

Resting his hands on his sword belt, his stance easy and relaxed, Filarion nods and says in common, "While I have my own mission in these lands, I would not be opposed to starting an enclave. Maybe even being a part of it one day."

He puts his bow away and starts to see about loading whatever horses are around with all the loot they'd aquired. He kept an eye on the proceedings, interested in what they were going to do with the other two bandits.

[Language unknown: Fi hiset ca u p "arhi eefo" con, m ur fi res pr stiee?] comes a rather annoyed question from Tatyana, who stands not ten feet distant from the two male elves.

[Language unknown: Ivac EN, U adaier k heprfitomi n virthaica ma are u leheurin t ent atestares, ain atnde pltich pawi latrutany o on hihe ce pahoof ngenc. St icev tr hebe pl sicesschce'teri Ieseet eimaur oeravewhe u ate ivehatousectome il platadta p icaite.]

The other two bandits look still at Tucks severed head...

”We are just hunters as Tuck told you.  We would gladly return to hunting if you can protect us from the staglord!  Tuck saw him and his fort, we never been there, but you can let us be!”


The last one adds
”What must we do!!!”

Tauron turns to Tatyana Dec'lan.  He look confused.
Tauron makes a bow to Tatyana Dec'lan.
[Language unknown: Fi trdidi o ut ecica ilosta et t roset u shepo preithoul st unad tr.  U washisart san N ll i era m ta ilnt un fi ha P ateevecon i ilri u ac paes la uspl ssho tifo ro N ee ousll.  Us ssmi artvertha di ni ncetinlat hi adwentus m oveartenc fo chst Oneardmen.  Di urliho wer waspr us oupa on fiwhi oldi dayse us o.  N thi mawhee ckbe cktr ngplng.
N ee es ck onast siwell u alisai ouof'ieieei in osekro wi lesovehou.  Siit teisceic eerone onad arsiel preresamesan'mannce a icevwe re en eees u ut liac.
Il ard il seweno il lawa an alun, thie pro itutan ti wilul el ofcack o ut ie eston ivie el ill ha no tioatiwhe ortnderut.  P ive fiai sica somamewhihis ol essousica o ol th.]

Tauron get down on one knee and gathers his two pets to him.
He looks up at Tauron.
[Language unknown: Mian tric ruthisout lo tha ut resbutent a ntun teen ugh ilenca k uruton be evetheiveove weac oveeraour le ev stamanain menwa und ecilei himare whil venillstr e wil pr manruthat.]

Tatyana smiles warmly.  With that, she stands from where she had been leaning.

"Instead of executing these two, why don't we add to the number of helpers at Oleg's?  They can work off their debt, and then perhaps return to hunting. Any new community needs the support of strong, productive hunters, correct?" she aimed each word at Octavia.
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Filarion laughs at the other two elves. "Of course you can," he says with a twinkle in his eye and mirth dancing across his face, "who else will bare our children?" He then reflexively glances at Octavia, then back to Tatyana, then back to Octavia as he waits for the human woman's response to Tatyana's proposal.

While doing so, he speaks a few words in elven that have a cautionary tone to it. "[Language unknown: A earstinot ol yin elulus p laofce ilpl ortentveraveore ratwasers alman. Rontce n kor ioect stpeusicma noes alstll loer?]"
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Tauron get up and move of to look around again leaving the others.
As does he answer Tatyana Dec'lan.
Thankyou.

He also adds in to Filarion Petxalim.
I fear one way or another.  If she chooses you or not, Tatyana Dec'lan going to make you regret what you just said.  I shall wait with anticipation to find out how she does it.

He smiles back at Tatyana Dec'lan.

Then the elf back to his rummaging around the outside of the camp.

Ocatvia glances at the rest of the prisoners and then sighs. Turning to Tatyana she gives a stout nod.

"You and the others fought well. While I do not understand this weakness you have for showing murderers and thieves mercy I have metted out enough justice today to satisfy Gorum. Tie them up and drag them back to Oleg's and he can decide what should happen to them. If need be I can deliver justice with my blade at a moment's notice."

With that Octavia finds another stump and begins wiping the blade with her hands, covering them with blood as she chants out prayers and thanks to Gorum, hands bathed in the blood of her enemies.

Drezghl waited until Octavia had completed her ritual.  Then he walked up behind the prisoners who knelt on the ground.  He kicked at them a few times, striking them in the legs and back causing some momentary shock and pain, but no lasting harm other that a bruise or two.

"Get up, you dogs!", he cursed as they stood.

"The Priestess has been merciful and you had best prove to her that you are worthy of it.  There is still much to be done before we can move on.  I will untie you so that you can make yourselves useful.  But first, know this.  If you pick up a weapon, try to escape, or disobey an order, I will carry out her sentence and you will join your friend. Do you understand?"

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Drezghl Zuhv rolled 22 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 15.  Intimidate prisoners.
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“Thank you mind masters.  We shall help repair the wagon and get it ready to go.”

The wagon is loaded with goods but one of the wheels is out of alignment and appears to need a new cotter peg or pin

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Random encounter has happened.....

From somewhere deep in the woods you hear a screeching howl that sounds like some bizarre combination of bird and beast....

Knowledge nature or local DC 15

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This is the call of an owlbear, a truely formidable beast....

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DC 20

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Undoubtedly an OwlBear and an adult one at that

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DC 25

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The creature is truely far away in the deep woods, and you are hearing a distant echo of a far away threat

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The call results in Llyod and Harry to jump under the wagon they were previously working on....

Tauron head back to the group very quickly at the noise.
He turns to Octavia Cassiana and his look not good one.
Well Lady Octavia it seems your going to get lesson in nature and prove your battle honor all in one.  One of the reason for not killing unless you have to is dead bodies and blood attracts predictor and vulchers.  Either of which are helpful to have around.  Seems like your blood letting many have gained us a new friend.

That noise is a adult Owlbear.  They like rabid foxes.  They kill until either what they can smell is dead or they are.

He places himself in middle of the clearing bow ready with an arrow in it.

He turns to Tatyana.  How quickly can you get up on one them platforms.  You maybe able to see how close it is and which way it coming from.  Filarion can you find somewhere to bury the body so smell of it's blood does not draw the creature to us if has not done so already.  We may get lucky.  Either way it problem we going to have to deal with sometime.

OOC:
08:22, Today: Secret Roll: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 23 using 1d20+8 with rolls of 15.  Know Nature.

"Owlbear ya say?  Heard of them but never seen one before. Better fetch my bow."Drezghl replied to Tauron.

He turned and started to trot back to the camp fire area where they sprang their ambush.

"You two, get back to work. We may have to leave on a hurry." , he shouted at the prisoners.
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"There's kind of a problem with that," the elf says looking around, "There's about a dozen bodies. There's no way we can bury them all."

Tatyana nods to Tauron and shimmies up a nearby tree to the platform atop it. She listens as the screeching howl echoes again ...

"It's all right, everyone. That is indeed an owlbear, but too far distant to be much of a threat right now.  But still ... the scent of so many bodies will carry far. We need to get them organized and burned, or buried, as you choose. But it needs to be soon."

With another glance around the surrounding area, she moves to the nearest trunk and slides back down.

Her gaze immediately falls on Filarion. In a deadly-serious tone, she says only, "be careful what you wish for," before moving to help get rid of the bodies.



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22:17, Today: Tatyana Dec'lan rolled 25 using 1d20+10 ((15)). Knowledge: Nature Check.

Relieved that they had some time, Filarion got busy dragging the corpses into a pile with the two bandits and anyone else who joined in. Using an already established fire pit, he worked to clear the immediate area of anything that might set the forest ablaze. It was hard work, but he got it done as efficiently as possible.

The two captives are still under the broken down wagon....

“Plenty of wood and the bonfire still has hot coals.”

“ e quiet they will add us to the fire...”

A scuffle ensues under the wagon...
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After a full day of clearing the bodies and fixing the wagon.

The two bandits cook a big pot of beans and add a salted ham hock to the pot.

It is not a great dinner or breakfast but it doesn’t come out of anyone s trail rations.

The wagon ride will be ploddingly

In reply to The Spirit of the Land (msg # 166):

While the beans were cooking, Drezghl asked the party.

"We need to go collect our horses and packs. Best get them before the owlbear does. Who wants to some with me?"

One of the bandits Harry raises his hand for a second, until the other one grabs his hand and pushes it down....
"Don't ever volunteer."

Seeing the bandit stop the other one, Filarion's face darkens. With a turn he quickly stomps over to them and glares at the first one. "Since you are so unwilling to volunteer, you'll be the one working the hardest. Get on your feet and come with us." He then grabs the man by his shirt and hoists him up, turns him, and then give him a light push to get him moving twords Drezghl.

"Seems we have a volunteer," he announced loudly, "and I will join you as well."

Octavia stands up and heads out with Drezhl. Where the prisoners went, she went. Their ever present executioner just waiting for them to give her a reason to end them.

At some point earlier, Tatyana had taken some food items and shimmied back up the tree to the lookout post nearest where the party had effectively made camp.

"Go ahead," she called down, bow now in hand. "I'll watch this one if someone would be kind enough to recover my horse as well."

She winked one eye at the remaining former-bandit and made a shooting motion with her thumb and forefinger at him.

Tauron starts to sort out the items to take back with them to the fort and help as best he can.

Giving a deep, almost comical bow to Tatyana, the elf warrior says, "A favor for ma'lady? But of course!" He then looks up at her with a broad smile and a nod before trotting off towards where they'd hidden the horses.

There is no trouble in retrieving the horses and gear...

The former bandits feeling more comfortable being to talk to each other.
“You think we err going to end up being ett by a owlbear?”

“Out of ever dangerous ting in tha wood that’s tha one yer thinking is gonna be tha end o yah?”


“Guess tha pair of overgrown hogs could charge out an end us, like ole Gus with tha gash to his leg.”
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"What's this about a couple of pigs?  Why are you afraid of that?", Drez asked, overhearing the conversation.   He took another large bite of beans.
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“Wild boar, massive one round here is called Tuskgutter, his mate is not as big, but just as fierce.  Gus got attacked by one and lost him to infection and lost a horse to the beast.”

"I don't think it will bother a group as large as ours.  We best keep keep an eye out anyway.", Drez replied, taking another bite of food.

The trip back to Oleg's is uneventful, except for the ongoing wind that has been blowing across the plains.

It is nearly nightfall when you can see Oleg's in the distance.  Despite the wind there are two watchmen posted in the towers.

The gate hangs half open with heavy rope still the primary thing holding the gates upright.

You hear the clear din of a cowbell coming from the fort as apparently that is the warning system now in place.

By the time you arrive at the gates. Oleg, and Kesten Garess (the commander of the men at arms) and the other two guards meet you at the gate.

Oleg: "What Word?"


Svetlana peeks out the door "Oleg! let them in they look half starved!"
Oleg grumbles

A small boy dressed in tattered clothing comes out with a brush...
"I ken rub down yer horses an stable em."
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Drezghl dismounted from his horse and handed the reigns to the boy with a nod.
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Tatyana dismounts and leads her horse to the boy as well.

"A fine eve to you, Oleg. We bring tidings of slain bandits and gear to barter," she smiled to the inn-master.

Kesten pipes in. ”So you have defeated the bandits where they laired and obtained their ill gotten gains.”

The small lad holds out his hand for a copper piece...

Oleg catches on
”Goods you say! After dinner I will get my ledger and we can review your goods and make a bill of sale.”

You hear hammering and see Imira on the roof...ignoring the wind
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"Careful boy," the elf says sliding off his house, "he bites." Handing him a copper, he stretches his back. "Foul beasts, but they have their uses. Let's grab a drink to celebrate our good fortune!"
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Kesten takes note that there are two additional men with you who are unarmed.

"Are these men prisoners then?"


The boy smiles and produces a sack of sugar cubes and has no trouble from any of the horses.
Oleg nods..."He's a horse whisperer fer sure."

"Yes they are," he responds to Oleg. "Might want to keep them working on separate tasks from the others just to make sure they don't try anything funny."

Tauron smiles at the boy.
He gets of his horse and looks at the boy.
He hands over his horse to the boy.
Any good with birds and dinosaur?
Animals a wonderful creature to talk to.

The elf heads into the fort.
His two friends follow him.
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Raz grins and leans in to whisper to Oleg.

"Best keep an eye out for them though. If you have any trouble let Octavia know. She has already spent some time separating bandit heads from shoulders and seems more than happy to finish off the whole lot."

Then he proceeds to march straight for the young lad.

"Ah, well met Sir Groom. Are you interested in epic tales of sword and sorcery? I may have just the tale for you..."

The boy considers the offers and says
”Any company is good, but I have to work or Mister Oleg says he is going to put me out on my ear.”

Drezghl went briefly to the bunkhouse to drop his pack and bow.  He went back outside and climbed up the ladder where Imira was working on the roof.

"Imira.", he said in a voice that was loud enough to be heard over the wind.

"I came up to tell you that Kressel is dead. Tatyana struck the final blow. She will torment and kill no longer."

Imira
“Careful you do not fall.  Ah yes it seemed likely she would die soon.  Did you capture any?”

From your vantage point you see that the one handed girl has help, her raven holds the nail in its beak as she starts it...
The bird is not having too much trouble with the wind, nor is the girl....

“Tomorrow someone with more hands and strength will need to bring more cedar shingles, to the roof.”

"We brought back two prisoners.  Idiots. Both of them.  Octavia has spared them so far but promised to carry out their death sentence in the event of treachery or misconduct."

Drezghl nodded toward the bird.

Your friend seems quite helpful. Find me in the morning.  I'll bring up the shingles"

Imira smirks...
“Why spare idiots, there are already too many roaming the earth.”

She walks to the edge of the roof and steps off, magically drifting down to the ground..

Tauron looks at Imira and smiles.  Pleased to see the girl is doing well.
I see your not shy with displaying your skills.
It was my understanding that open display of them usually did not fit well with other humans?

In reply to The Spirit of the Land (msg # 191):


Drez watched the girl float to the ground and then climbed down the ladder.


"I agree.  They say that they are hunters, but I wonder if they know what end of the arrow to nock.  Hopefully, Oleg will find a use for them somehow. I work to do as well so I will see later this evening."

Octavia was passing by and chimed in.

"I say they are living on borrowed time. Let them use it as best they can."

Although her voice was stern those that looked could see a slight smile on her face.

Filarion helps get the prisoners situated into their new living arrangements, so he isn't around for the discussion.

Imiria shrugs...
"Perhaps I will inspect your prisoners; I am uncertain of society, I traveled with only my mother and father, it was they who taught me and those ways were unlike any we had seen before."

She smiles a bit and adds
"The men here see the value in my ability to heal and soothe, thus they know not fear."

The dinner is delicious a large pot of fresh stew, roasted root vegetables, fresh churned butter, fresh baked loaves of bread, still piping hot.

Those wishing to converse over dinner can...

Oleg stretches when he is full and grabs his ledger offering to review the wagon of goods...


The captain of the guard looks over the map of where the bandit camp was located....he appears to be wanting to discuss issues related to the defense of the fort...

Seeing no one else volunteer, Tatyana speaks to Oleg and offers to show him the goods recovered and stored in the wagon. She whispers to the captain that she will follow up with him later to find out what issues remain and which ones were solved in the defensive preparations for the fort.

In reply to The Spirit of the Land (msg # 197):

"From the way you're look at that map, Garess.  I can see you have some ideas. Let me hear what you have.", Drezghl said to the Captain.

Oleg gets to calculating the goods on the wagon and he shakes his head at the strange herbal liquor.
“I got no idea about this stuff, looks like even the bandits didn’t drink it!”
Imira happens by and turns her nose up at the stuff...


Meanwhile kesten looking at the map....
“Thinking the next supply train that comes in a posse of riders might want to ride the full area around Oleg’s.”
He pauses and then adds
“Also might not want any more former bandits in the fort.  Too many people to watch to keep things secured.”

Walking up, he catches just the end of the Captain's sentence. "If it helps, at least while I'm here, I'll offer to help guard the prisoners."
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"When do you expect the next supply train?", Drezghl asked.

"I can't speak for the others, but I would be willing to ride out on patrol and to meet it to ensure it's safety. It depends on future plans, of course."

He leaned in and spoke softly, his words meant only for Kesten, "I have to admit that criminals are not the best source of new people to man this stronghold and future settlements, but they seem willing to work and make amends for their ways. The new ones said that they were pressed into service to Kressel under pain of death.  For some, options are not always found."
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Raz let out a silent but still exaggerated yawn.

"Ugh...patrol? I thought we were here to explore. Let the guards handle the carvan, we have many more sights to see. Plains to the West! Forests to the South! Hills to the East! And South! I mean let's be honest it's almost all hills and forests around these parts.

We can sit here playing defense but we cannot watch every caravan that comes along or else we'll never get anything done! Instead we should be out there in the wild yonder looking to strike at these bandit nests and scatter them to the winds."

He gestured out towards the rolling hills and woods to the South out beyond the walls.

Oleg offers a generous by out of the wagon and goods at 80 cents on the dollar and will hold the liquor and attempt to sell it on consignment to visitors to the trading post.
....one of the former bandits pipes in...
”Kressel wanted to pay tribute to the staglord with that stuff, going to get a permanent job at the fort proper.”



Kesten
”We can handle the patrol with the next group that comes in, no way to say for sure an arrival day.  The girl somehow knows a day in advance.”

Tauron scratches his head.
What a Cents and what a dollar.

OOC:
OK I am expecting to delete this post.  And maybe get slap from GM but hay.
It is only because I travel a little I understand GM post.
I know people that would not....

So:-
Should that not be 8 silver pieces on the gold pieces!!!
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Raz listens to the bandit and holds up a hand.

"Wait wait wait. Please continue that line of thought. They were going to use the wine to bribe the stag lord? Perhaps we should keep it. I have an idea.

What if we were to say we were sent from Kressel? Bring a wagon full of furs and other trade goods and most importantly ALE! All the wine and alcohol necessary to get the entire bandit camp rip roaring drunk. Then when they all pass out from too much partying we can slap the cuffs on all of them and march them back to Brevoy to face proper justice!"

Jhod
”A good idea that sounds like a worthy notion.”

Raz gave a grin and a bow.

"Winning with an epic party sounds like just the kind of plan I can get behind, if I say so myself. Perhaps we should get a better lay of the land first while we let the alcohol age. We can try and see if Oleg can secure some more for us so that when we are ready we can ensure everyone has plenty to drink."

Oleg balances his ledger book and is offering you 80% of the retail price for the goods turned over.

Tauron carries on looking after his two animal friends and relaxing.

OOC:
I am still here.  Tauron is not going talk to potion makers so he going stay at our basic while that happens and join the group on the next adventure.

Drez took the opportunity to assist Imira with the shingles as he promised. Afterwards, he trains his horse to learn a new trick.

While working on the roof; Imiras raven comes cawing and circling above the fort.

”Your friends have reached the potion makers hut.”


Tauron friends seem to be upset; then he realizes Svetlana is roasting a turkey for the evening meal...
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"Good. It didn't take as long them as I thought it would.  Maybe they can learn something useful."
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While at Oleg's the former bandits and the men at arms are talking in low voices.

One of the former bandits keeps nervously checking the perimeter of the fence, low near the ground....
One of the guards notices "Looking for a bolt hole, Asshat?"

"Nah he's scared that old boar Tuskgutter is going to get him!  He had a near miss already in fact"

"The what now?"

"Tuskgutter a wild boar who lairs just over the thorn river across the rickety bridge"

One of the bandits adds in....
"Just below our camp is where he lairs, we had a run in or two with that one. They already dealt with Kressel her an tha pig are much alike."
 The bandit laughs at his own humor......



Oleg: ”I received word from the SwordLords, they have delivered this document…”
Oleg unrolls a parchment on the table……”This was sent to you and is based on the information they have received from the other missions.”

Tatyana had remained behind at the fort to settle up with Oleg for the latest round of gear brought from the bandit's camp. Once that was settled, she made herself useful around the fort - either keeping an eye on the former-bandits pressed into service, hunting in the area around the fort for game, and discussing matters with the new Captain.

However, now Oleg had mentioned a document from the Swordlords. Tatyana stands over the table and reads the missive.

The document outlines the four current groups that are currently chartered by the swordlords.

Glenebon Uplands: The swordlords sent a relatively experienced band of adventurers known as the Iron Wraiths into the Glenebon Uplands, charging them with purging the hills of the Tiger Lord barbarians and, eventually, to make diplomatic contact with Pitax to work out border issues.


Nomen Heights: The centaurs of the Nomen Heights have always been trouble, and in an attempt at a show of force, the swordlords sent a group of mercenaries led by one of their own, a low-ranking but eager-to-impress swordlord named Maegar Varn to establish a town and make peace with the Nomen centaurs.


The Slough: The East Sellen River runs through the swamps known as Hooktongue Slough. As the most vital trade route from the south, this area has been the most important to Brevoy—as a result, a large group of diplomats and high-ranking soldiers has been sent into this area to ensure the trade route is open and safe.

It is safe to assume that the other groups have received a similar update to include you who are currently chartered to explore the greenbelt....


Also some important quests are included in the missive from the swordlord
See info thread....

Drezghl read through the documents.

"We should send a dispatch back with the next caravan to declare our victory over Kressel and her gang as well as freeing Imira from them as their hostage.  Perhaps hearing that 30 were killed as opposed to 10 would loosen the purse strings a bit. Especially if Oleg or Captain Garres include a statement to that as fact. "
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Oleg finishes creating a new wanted poster of his own:

 Head of a Tatzylwyrm
Source: Wanted poster at Oleg’s Trading Post
Task: The way everyone talks about tatzlwyrms, one might think they’re swarming throughout the Stolen Lands. This isn’t the case; they’re actually quite rare. A tatzlwyrm head would be a great conversation piece at Oleg’s. He has promised a reward for anyone who can deliver one.
Completion: Slay a tatzlwyrm and deliver its head.
Reward: Oleg will pay 600 gp for a relatively undamaged tatzlwyrm head.


"And it looks like the swordlords have sent an additional paper..."

Kobolds in the Hills
Source: Wanted poster at Oleg’s Trading Post
Task: The Sootscale kobolds dwell in a cave somewhere in the Kamelands. Normally not a problem, they’ve been riled up by something lately.
Find their lair and ensure that the kobolds aren’t going to continue being a threat.
Completion: Either slay the kobolds or forge an alliance of peace with them.
Reward: The swordlords send a reward of 800 gp once the kobold activity is under control.


Oleg:
"Not a bad idea, I am sure that they will release the funds in due time.  Will you lot be ordering anything this go around?"

In reply to Drezghl Zuhv (msg # 217):

Drez thought for a moment, "There are a few things that I have been thinking about.   I'll make a list before the caravan arrives.   The others,  probably but they will have to speak for themselves."

Oleg pulls out parchment and sets quill to draft the note to the swordlords concerning payment for cutting down bandits.

The smell of fresh baked bread fills the room as the loaves nearly finish baking.

Oleg:
“List will be fine.”

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"I'll get it to you later today.  Let me know if anything on there is too hard to get."

"How much credit to I have anyway? The bard didn't tell me after he settled up with you.", Drez asked.
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Oleg goes over his ledger....

“I would estimate each of you has about 230 gold of credit here at the trading post.”

In reply to The Spirit of the Land (msg # 223):

"That's more than enough to cover the items I require.", Drez replied.

"How long will it take to get here?"
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Oleg looks thoughtful
”Two weeks if it is at the market, longer if it has to be made.”


Imira is weaving spider silk into some kind of twine along with what looks like a thin silver wire...
She hums as she does so...

"That's fine, Olaf.  We'll soon be gone for a few days anyway."

And so once again the team goes into the action of routing the bandits...

Imiria’s bird whispers to her ear
Bandit scouts observe us from the distance....they are too far afield to see

"What did the bird tell you?  Good news, I hope.", Drezghl asked.

Imiria
“Bandit scouts way in the distance…three in the woods.”

She combs her hair
“I believe the fey and I can distract them enough for the rest of you to get your hands on them…”

A half elf made his way up towards them, having clearly come from Oleg's. He nodded at Imria as he approached as though he knew her. He walked with a degree of stealth and care, but made sure to make himself visible to the PC's as he approached, and that his weapons were away.

"Hi Imiria. My crossbow is tuned now, and I thought you might want a little help."

Imiria
“So you got my letter and made your way here?  Your arrival means you must have headed this way as soon as you got it.  I hope some of my other letters get us a hand or two.”

One of the spare horses is offered for you to ride..

"Of course. I still owe you for that whole kobold business from a while back. I'm not sure if I'd have made it out alive if you hadn't been there."

He looked over at the horse, with some trepidation.

"Much obliged."

He was not a natural rider. He'd been raised in elven lands, and elven horses did NOT like him. Tathaln didn't have much riding experience. Thankfully, this horse was just a regular one, and was clearly decently trained. His natural grace at least helped him get into the saddle without looking like a git.