Already posted my rolls yesterday in discussion thread. Perception was 23.
I cast Hold Person through the window in the closest seen enemy, DC 17. Then Maeve moves out of the way to allow others a shot through it. I hope that by targeting the closest enemy others can easier finish it off, if it is on a tree maybe it falls down.
Bugger that. Do a 'Knowledge check' ye shiny white lass and work out why an Ice Troll is wandering around in weather that makes a near nekkid Sea Elf not care. (^_~) Suny in't the quickest skipper, but she in't dumb. However, she in't seen teh big, blue meanie neither.
Seeing what is almost everywhere on the battlefield, Talon finds himself torn. Wil is under great danger, but his arrows would be almost incapable of harming the great lumbering hulk that towers over him. The humans on the other hand, whilst a smaller threat, are more numerous, and he has spent his life training on how to defeat them. Hoping he has made the right choice, Talon draws his bow fully, and fires as fast as he dares at the ice troll.
It was mentioned that one person could attack from the carriage and the troll was hard to target from the carriage. Talon cannot shift down a huge step that a stool was put in place to ease the transition to the ground from a moving carriage and full attack. I am going to allow Talon to lean out the window under partial cover to take his full attack. It was also mentioned that the troll was at a difficult angle, the humans could be targeted from the wagon. Thalas in the threat range of an huge glaive (as well as Wil). Moving more that five feet will trigger an AoO, but channeling in a threatened square does not provoke.
Talon leans out of the window to get two shots at the troll sinking one past his defenses. Seltyn noticed the far side door popped open when the spear hit the carriage and moved and hit the troll with a massive scorching blast.
It will take an ACR DC8 to jump down from the carriage as part of a move action, the carriage is still moving. Opening a door is a move action. I will say that Seltyn has exited the carriage from the back side now and cast his scorching ray. Elorin has moved and performed, so she had no excess move action. I originally had her opening the door and performing.
So Thalas can modify his action or grant an AoO. Maeve and Suny are in the wagon as Suny plans to fire from the carriage window that Talon has chosen to fire from. If Talon wants to change to a move, he can still fire the first arrow, but I try to keep the original intent as much as possible.
Before Top of Round 2, some housekeeping for round 1
Bandit Save 1d20 ⇒ 19
Maeve moves outside the carriage to cast a spell as Talon is hogging the window.
Wil finds a jolt of healing energy infuse him from Thalas and immediately moves to heal himself. He immediately lays on hands and is felling better 10hp
Wil needs to make a DC10 ride check to stay in the saddle (+2 if military saddle). Wil realizes that advancing on the troll will provoke an AoO. Wil is ready to act at the end of round 1 after having LoH.
Suny moves outside to shoot a crossbow too as Talon is still in the window.
Wil, do you advance to give the troll a shot at you?
Maeve should be able to cast through the window without leaving the carriage, it doesn't even need a ranged attack just a glimpse at the target over Talon's shoulder even if Talon is in the attack position.
*Raises hand* Um, not wantin' t' seem a stick in'a mud...But why dun't the carriage have a window on each side? Couldn't M'self be shooting from one side an some one else be shootin' from another? Unless the bad guys all be on the same side, o'course.
Also, sorry fer gettin' out'a line in'a rounds. (^_^)
He sagged in the saddle but somehow didn't fall, Tyyma whined and strained as her rider nearly fell off and snorted at the Trolls potent scent. As he began to finally fall off the saddle a wave of healing magic infused him with strength. He hauled himself back up with the reins, eliciting another snort of outrage from Tyyma, he sat up ridged and grimaced as he bit his tongue, apparently his mouth had been hanging open for a moment.
He noticed the troll was glaring at him and by the look of it, it was soon to fall. He wasn't much use in his weakened and vulnerable state, so instead Wil raised his shield and defended himself as he reined Tyyma Irailman to hold. He wouldn't give the brute what it wanted, nor let it believe it was unthreatened either.
Maeve as planned will channel to heal the wounded at her location, in a radius around her, from inside the carriage as its walls and corners don't block the effect. (as far I know, if it would, then position myself in front of door to have a line of sight on the wounded)
She was assigned to help us, so we should do what we can out of respect.
I have 4 bird feather tokens, seems I may get the chance to use one of them for this. I consider named/described NPC-s as much worth as PC-s so yes, I do wish to rescue her too as an equal member of the group.
With the defeat of the ice troll, the focus comes around to capturing which ever humans that they can. Moving down from the carriage, Talon will look around and begin steadily shooting humans down. He doesn't have the speed to chase them down, so will instead shoot as per normal at them, hoping that their wounds will slow them and allow others to catch them
Looking for the leader bandit.
Perception 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
Not seeing any such leader stand out, he will focus on the bandit furthest away that is running, and fire at that bandit until they drop, then move onto the next and then the next
Once the bandits are done, then he will turn, and either take care or help take care of the body, before looking and securing the banner. Then looting the dead (other than flambeaux) for anything that can explain what is going on, why they were attacked and so on. Also, will try to discreetly take a trophy from the ice troll.
Its horrendous that one of our own has fallen, but he personally can't do anything for the fallen, so turns his attentions to the living. Therefore whatever he can do to save them is what he does, and right now he sees that as being a elimination of the bandits in the fastest method possible.
One bandit interrupts his run at the approaching rider. He seems somewhat intimidated by Azlain's approach, but grimly pulls out a shortsword to face him.
"Your tough on that horse."
The others make for a drainage culvert over the high road the bridge spanned. Talons fires two arrows, dropping two bandits before they get very far. As they bunch up under cover to run throught the ditch an incredible shot puts a third one down. The two remaining do not give him a second look as they run through a ditch.
As Flambeaux is examined, and it is apparent that a huge thrown spear struck a vital spot, but thankfully her death was painless.
Saving throw, scroll on troll1d20 ⇒ 4
Examining the troll, he has a sack of 5 gold bars, each worth about 100gp. (Called hundred weight bars-they weigh as much as 100coins) He had a scroll with the bag, but it is burnt beyond repair. He also has a haunch of meat and five huge weapons: a huge glaive, flail, two throwing spears, and a dagger.
By my estimation, that would then leave 3 or perhaps 4 bandits left? Is that correct?
With three bandits slaughtered in quick succession, and one especially good shot that nearly decapitated one of the runners, Talon swears as he sees the carnage around him. That the troll was able to throw a spear that looked more like a young tree trunk straight through the carriage in such a way that it nearly hit those inside the carriage was testament to the creatures great strength. He hoped that he would never have to meet something like that thing again, knowing that the missions that they were likely to go on would harbour no such reservations. It was indeed highly likely that they would meet something like that again.
At least Flambeaux died before she actually knew what happened. That is a small mercy. Still, her body much be taken home, and our failure to protect her must be something we are held accountable for. Our numbers are too few to have them thrown away like chaff in the wind.
Nocking his bow once more, Talon will fire till the last bandit falls. It was the least that he could do to honour the elven bannerwoman who had given them all so much.
If they aren't all dead after that, then I must be doing something badly. Never realised just how deadly a fully buffed ranger could be. Am almost wondering whether I really need to go down the stealth route. So long as I can spot the trouble and get some buffs, it would seem that not much is going to stop those arrows
After some thirty seconds of firing, his aim begins faltering, his shots erratic. The bandits are getting further and further away, and as Elorin is guarding the body, and Azlain is on the hunt with a bandit he has confronted, there seems to be little danger. Resolving to do better next time, and to learn how to ride properly, Talon will stow his bow over his shoulder and then begin the task of checking the bodies of the slain. The gold bars and the scroll will be mentioned to Seltyn before being stowed in the wagon. Any weapons and ammunition that the bandits might have had will also be picked over, arrows taken and the weapons can always be sold later. Dragging the bodies into a single large pile ready for incineration, his body and mind will begin to tire slowly, but a relentless drive to do what must be done will be ever present. Using whatever supplies he can gather together, tinder and so on from the area around, he will set the fire and then suggest that the party move on. These men fought bravely, causing a great wound to those they had attempted to fight and rob, and despite the pain of that wound, it was unfair of them to not get a burial of some kind.
Sila anira ocilsala anirilan leam cenyn eelam aeym nyemtylaala tymeelewa aey amilmsanir el anira queymlaa ilirailw eo aey, illw sila anira nleamcawva anirilan aniralaa wailanirla eo aeymla amama nyilylaaw fa anirelaa anirilan saillan aey le irilms irilylan aey. E anilna le tymewa el amirilan amilla wela anewila, fyan anira tyilanir eo eleecalnya amilla anmewwal fa aey oemlaan. Ama tymeananyanaw eym ceelala el anirela wila.
May the flames that now lick over your corpses provide you warmth on the journey ahead of you, and may the knowledge that these deaths of yours were caused by those that meant you no harm haunt you. I take no pride in what was done today, but the path of violence was trodden by you first. We protected our lives on this day.
Turning from the funeral pyre and speaking to the party.
Ama wilma lean laanila illaamirama lailm irama leam. Illa synyir illa ama irilela faal anmilelaccelv, ama amecc laaw ane anmilelac ean ilvilel. Anirelaa sal sila amacc fa selalaaw laeel, illw eo anirilan ela anira nyillaa aniral il vmailanam irylan amecc fa laalan eyan ane oelw amire neccaw aniralaa oeecla. Caan yla anmilelac anirmeyvir anira leviran eo laawla fa, malaanelv illa falaan illa ama nyill el anira nyilmmeilva. Eo anirela saillla anirilan ama we lean malaan anecc anira layl ela elnya sema irevir el anira lana ytyel anira laam wila, aniral anirilan ela amirilan sylaan fa wela.
We dare not stay anywhere near here now. As much as we have been travelling, we will need to travel it again. Those men may well be missed soon, and if that is the case then a greater hunt will be sent out to find who killed these fools. Let us travel through the night if needs be, resting as best as we can in the carriage. If this means that we do not rest till the sun is once more high in the sky upon the new day, then that is what must be done.
E ils le vmailan cailwam. Anirilan ireleym veala ane Laacanal, fyan E nleam iream E ameycw mailnyan eo E caw sal laynyir illa anirelaa anirilan quylaan ilananilnynaw yla, illw aniramaoema nleam iream E ameycw nyirillva eym eaml tycillla ane ilananastyan ane aelilwa laynyir ilnyaneella.
I am no great leader. That honour goes to Seltyn, but I know how I would react if I led men such as those that just attacked us, and therefore know how I would change our own plans to attempt to evade such actions.
Lela eo aey mailcca irilela maillael ane anmylaan sa. E ils ela eo anira wailw omes anira laaamamla. Laymeleelilc anireyvir ela laesaanirelv anirilan sa oilaniram anilyviran sa oem sa alanema ceoa. Laymeleelilc el anira oemalaanla illw vcilwala eo eym iresa. Laymeleelilc ilan ilcc nyelaanla. Iream ane oelw, laanailc omes illw necc irysillla ane tymeananyan eym eaml. Ama irilela celaan ela eo eym eaml anewila. Anirilan ela lean il celala anirilan E ils tymatyilmaw ane matyailan.
None of you really have reason to trust me. I am one of the dead from the sewers. Survival though is something that my father taught me for my entire life. Survival in the forests and glades of our home. Survival at all costs. How to find, steal from and kill humans to protect our own. We have lost one of our own today. That is not a loss that I am prepared to repeat.
His voice and demeanour grim, Talon will tend to any wounds that are within his capacity to heal, and then suggest that they get going as fast as possible, the sooner to get away from this death place.
Before his very eyes Thalas see Wil's wounds heal up seemingly on their own and as they do so Wil draws out his warhammer. He glared at the retreating bandits as he speaks. "I know I'm lucky but I still wish it had been and not her... Today though will be the last time they plague these roads." With that he kicked his light warhorse forward, charging into the fray and helping Azlain before looking to run down those in the culvert. His blood was pumping and they'd pay for murder.
So I rode near him last round, and on his action he closed distance and drew a weapon?
Azlain nearly laughed. Brave fool.
You finished off the troll and the bandits did a full sprint to increase the distance from 60 feet to much more. You mounted your horse and you pursued the bandits and one of them stopped and drew a short shortsword while the others ran.
You closed the distance and have entangled him in a net which you are going to affix the trailing rope to your saddle so you can drag him.
Talon calmly dropped three of them in 12 seconds, making over a 100' shot through cover to close the deal on one of them.
1d20 ⇒ 3
The bandit struggles to try and cut the rope, but as he struggles ineffectively, Azlain drags him back to the wagon. Being dragged was not a pleasant experience.