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.
This message was last edited by the player at 17:37, Tue 17 Apr 2018.

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.
This message was last edited by the GM at 18:59, Wed 18 Apr 2018.

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.
This message was last edited by the player at 20:44, Thu 19 Apr 2018.

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.