Mikmek stays up with Green and Kressle. Unfortunately they are both terrible company for him. Kressle seems unnerved being back at the camp. Although - as she says - she is behind you and your intentions, the fight here that led to the death of many of her men is still fresh in her mind.
Whereas Mikmek seems to be irritated with the delay, and awkward position of his quest "relying on the whim of those he owes his life to.."
The night goes without incident. Ta'de-win hears faint barks carried on the wind from the southwest... but it sounded like it was miles away.
Well, considering we are waiting to ambush a group of bandits I think we should all wake up early. Rogar certainly will
Rogar nods at Ta'de-Win and asks:"How far? Do you think these creatures, whatever they are, could be a problem for our task? If not I think we've better to leave them alone for the time being and concentrate on the ambush"
Male Half Orc Oracle 2/ Barbarian (Invulnerable Rager) 2
During the night:
"Yes, it is not ideal, but the ghosts of the past need not haunt you Kressel, because they sleep now. The past and the dead only have as much power over us as we allow them to have."
As he says so, The Green Man's hand unconsciously grabs the little bag of bones and ash that he carries around his neck.
He then turns to Mikmek.
"Sorry about all this, but I still wish to help you return the statue AND forge a lasting peace with your tribe.
When we go after the Stag Lord, it will be nice to know our back is free.
But you must admit, it is a sound plan to deal death to your enemies before they can deal death to you yes?"
In the morning:
"I agree with Ser Valertis, a man might have two eyes, but they work best if they are both focused on one thing at the time.
Still, this land has proven to contain many surprises, and not all of them pleasant, so I say we remember the direction, lest it becomes another such surprise."
Back to the designated ambush spot Norton places himself as agreed.
Murak can graze near by, while the cavalier sets up a his tent and a small fireplace, to give the impression, in the distance, to be a loner wanderer of the land.
Thirty minutes later, not long after first light, you hear the sound of horse hooves to the south on the path. Not many (maybe just a few), but they sound like they are approaching quickly.
Then you see them. Three on horseback, and three running behind. A man in a light blue cloak that seems to shimmer in the light. A dark-skinned woman, and a grungy man who looks like a typical rural bandit. The three running behind are dressed similarly to the grungy man, in black leather and cloaks.
The dark-skinned woman points out Norton's camp to the well-dressed man in the shimmering cloak. He puts up a hand "Ho!" They all slow down to a walk around (aC,13-15)
He addresses Norton as they all slowly approach "...and who might you be? " He grips the hilt of dueling sword sheathed to the side of his horse. The woman pulls her horse up beside him and snarls at Norton. She looks like an elf, but the wrong shade of dark skin to be a drow. She wears a long handled sickle on her waist.
at this point the lead is around row Z, the rear is around row aD, all are slowly moving forward.
Norton was just minding the boiling water for the tea when the lot approached. He stands up calmly to face the incoming people.
"Goodmorning to you" he speaks when adressed emphasizing his cheliax accent.
"The name is Norton" he speaks loudly but slowly, to give them the time to approach, "... and you are?"
Errol smiles while the dark elf's eyes narrow. "Most kind of you. Perhaps -" he stops when the dark elf interrupts with "sir."
He turns and she shakes her head.
"Come now Nihtscada, if you don't care to stop... by all means go on ahead" He dismounts, and the others move up. The mounted grungy bandit rides up next to the dark elf woman referred to as Nihtscada, and leans in to speak quietly to her. The bandits on foot move in around them.
Errol continues "So ... Norton. I did not catch what your business is here? There are many dangers in this woods, happen to come across any well-armed groups out here?"
can't update map til I get home (8hrs) but they have moved up. All between rows v and z
Male Half Orc Oracle 2/ Barbarian (Invulnerable Rager) 2
The Green Man's knuckle whitens as he grips his great axe tighter, almost loud enough to make the wood creak.
Every instinct screams for him to charge now, especially as the leader approaches Norton, but he holds back.
I promised to follow the lead of those better at tactics...
Damnation, Ambrosi! It's not supposed to take us that long... although... What if we shout "For Sal'dor!" when we attack and then we allow one or two of these to run away? I guess increasing the tension between the stag lord and Sal'dor can only benefit us....
Rogar thinks of this for a moment then he communicates his idea to Ta'de-win whispering so not to be heard by the bandits.
"Wearing blue cloacks and heading to Grundy's. Is my understanding that you are of the Stag Lord's lot.
Now, Norton pauses for effect it happens me to be charted to deal with the banditry of these lands. I'm here to give you a fair warning, give up your weapons and come with me, your deeds will be forgot."
Nihtscada immediately turns her horse around scanning the horizon. (you notice now her horse happens to be hovering several inches above the ground.)
Errol shakes his head disappointed, steps back to his horse. He takes hold of the hilt of his sword sheathed to the saddle, and faces Norton again.
"It is by His word that I take command of the Narlmarches, Norton. Do not mistake me for one of Kressle's stable of dimwits." He looks down at his shimmering light blue cloak, and nods slightly to the grungy bandit. "Glausho..."
"Sir?" The grungy bandit responds. He still watches Norton with his beady eyes nestled in a mass of weathered lines that look more like squinting muscles than wrinkles. Glausho gestures toward the bandits on foot, then speaks, "Check him... search the tent."
As he draws his blade, Errol speaks again "If you care to pit your piece of paper against my blade... I hope, for your sake, it's a thick piece of paper."
Here will be your perception to beat if you care to try to advance without her spotting you or take an action that could give away your presence.
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
This post equals 2 rounds of enemy in posted positions. (other than Errol moving 5' east)
Feel free to roll initiatives.
Rogar moves where he can have a clear shot at the riders and fires an arrow at them targetting the bandit the leader just adressed. WHile he prepares to shoot he yells:"For Sal'dor! Death to the Stag Lord's dogs!", hoping his friends get what he's trying to do.
Nihtscada sees the large green form crashing through the woods toward them. Just as she starts to call out, they all hear the Rogar's battle cry as he charges forward. Nihtscada yells "Ambush!" and draws her sickle. "Put them down, and finish your kills-" Suddenly the grasses coil up around the feet of two of the bandits, and the horses of Glausho and Nihtscada.
Errol twirls his sword in his loose grasp. He grins coolly at Norton while his comrades are entangled behind him. "Your boys can handle this, right Glausho?... " He takes a second to get his footing, then nods at Norton to let him know he is ready.
Kressle peeks her head out of the tent "Did I hear my name?"
She looks across the area of battle, and snorts - very much amused by Rogar's battle cry.
Errol glances at her, and his devilish smirk fades for a moment. He then looks back as Norton speaks and draws his weapon. Errol shrugs to show he is not rattled... just before a ball of flame flies from Furiel's hand and smacks against him. He calls out "Glausho! Show me your men aren't worthless. Kill the caster!"
Glausho reacts growling to Rogar's arrow that pierces his thigh. He barks orders as he swings his morningstar at Green. "Bring this beast down, then take out the casters! Nihtscada, bring me that archer's head!"
The thug on foot in front of Green swings his sword at him, then tries to escape the area of entangling foliage. (AoO for Green)
The westernmost thug loads his crossbow and moves behind Errol's mount - putting the horse between Furiel and himself. (AoO for Murak)
Glausho(X-Y,16-17) vs Green 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 damage to Green
Glausho horse entangle save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 fail
(Y,18) short sword vs green 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 damage to Green (Z,13) save to escape entanglement 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 fail