You have been hired by the Merchant’s Guild in the town of Fellig to guard a caravan on the treacherous route to the city of Corvis. This journey takes more than two weeks, and passes through rocky mountain passes, dense forest and swampy lowlands. For your services you are to be paid 25 gp each at the end of your journey.
After chasing the rising sun for many days, the ordeal is near an end – Corvis is only half a day’s ride through Widower’s Wood. The trip has been without incident so far.
“Easy money, aye?” shouts Gunner Wadock, the caravan’s leader, from his position on the front wagon. “If only all my trips ‘twixt Fellig and Corvis were so painless.”
The caravan consists of five wagons, with four horses bringing up the rear. Gunner sits atop the lead wagon with his driver, a sour, quiet human called Viggo. The other four wagons ech have one driver. The pack horses are tied to the last wagon.
A thick mist has been over the caravan since entering the swampy lowlands, and the thick muck and mud makes moving quite hard.
nim will walk beside the front wagon chattting away to the driver,he is being very friendly and amiable!
I'll be riding in the number 3 wagon with my crossbow loaded, sitting on my lap.
I will be riding in the last wagon with my crossbow nocked and ready to fire.
Corvus sits on the fourth wagon. This gives her the opportunuty to see all of the wagons in front and a glance can show her what's behind.
She appears relaxed, but as ever, her hand is only a heartbeat away from her rapier.
The black twisted trees join over head, blotting out the sun. In the darkness the only sounds are the rattle of the wagons and the buzzing of insects. The horses are strining to pull the wagons though the muck, which is over a foot deep in spots. The thin mist that always permeates the swampy forest is thickening into a dense fog with every step. after a minute, you can barely make out the other wagons and horses. Only a few more hours of this and you'll arrive in Corvis.
Suddenly the lead horse screams in anguish, and the caravan comes to a stop. You can hear gunner and the other men cursing, and projectiles whistle past you. Thick fog swirls about, concealing your attackers.
Cole, on hearing the screams behind him, yells, "Ambush" and quickly scans the area directly behind him, looking for a target for his crossbow.
Also do you want these kinds of questions in this thread or in the OOC thread?
Cole curses the fog preventing him from getting a good look at his foes. Certainly some foul magic was behind it!. He yells "Gobbers", and takes aim on one of the dark shapes.
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Time to earn my keep. Joran takes aim and let's a bolt fly.
Crossbow damage concealment
Edit: confirm crit damage
Corvus nimbly drops from the last wagon and takes up a position of cover as she scans the fog. The limited visibility convinces her to rely on what she can hear to identify the oncoming attackers.
As she takes in her surroundings, she readies her light crossbow, nocking a bolt.
nim draws his galive and readies an attack to hit one of these little creature if it comes at him (hopefully he will get an AOO at one of them too)
Out of the fog charges 6 Gobbers headed stright for the lead wagon, each gobber sporting a crudely made knife. As everyones attention is on the gobbers charging through the fog, several projectiles fly from the mist into the caravan and its guards.
NIM has been hit by a dart and takes damage.
The party can see the gobber charging out of the mist clearly, Joran's crossbow bolt slamming into the chest of a gobber, slumping into an unconcious heap and bleeding furiously.
Anyone who is on the ground, and not on a wagon gets an AoO against the creatures as they try and run through your square.
Also Knowledge (local) rolls for those who have the skill please.
As Corvus is at the back of the wagon train, the gobbers have some distance to travel with those knives before they reach her.
Therefore, she keeps her crossbow ready and makes an effort to identify where the darts are coming from.
If she can identify the source well enough, she'll loose off a bolt (and nock another in its place).
NIM swings his glaive at the nearest gobber, sending him flying from the momentum created by the sound blow.
Gunner jumps down from his seat and draws his longsword. "Come get some, yer slackjawed Simpletons!"
As Corvus is at the back of the wagon train, the gobbers have some distance to travel with those knives before they reach her.
Therefore, she keeps her crossbow ready and makes an effort to identify where the darts are coming from.
1d20 + 4
If she can identify the source well enough, she'll loose off a bolt (and nock another in its place).
1d20 + 4
1d8
You can tell that most of the darts are coming from an upward position obviously in the trees, but a couple are coming from ground level. You do sucessfully spot the gobber in the trees and the ones on the ground, 40 ft away.
A cry issues from the trees away from the combat, as a gobber falls from a large bough in a tree some 40 ft. away.
Cole realizing there won't be enough time to reload his crossbow, drops it in the wagon , and climbs down, drawing his flail.
Looking around him and not seeing any immediate threats, he murmers a quick spell to his god, and a shimmering field springs into existence.
The gobbers who rushed in don't seem to be paying much attention to the party, although they seem reluctant to try and attack the front wagon.
One of the gobbers brave enough to venture close to the front wagon is very quickly impaled on Gunner's Longsword, as he yells "Take that, yer filthy disease ridden sons of rats!"
One gobber manages to successfully slice at Cole, dealing 1 point of damage just after he mutters his prayer.
Darts thud into the ground near the feet of Corvus and Cole, coming mighty close to their toes.
Two more gobbers, both sporting knives errupt from the fog, charging toward the wagons.
Corvus switches her attention to the dart-firing gobbers on the ground that she had previously spotted.
Cole grunts as the dart penetrates his armor, but shrugs it off, and proceeds to return the favor.
Attack: Flail
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Initiative
Joran reloads and fires at another gobber coming for the wagons
crossbow damage
iniative
attack the nearest gobber
and AOO on one if it come within 5ft (the glaive has a reach of 10ft)
attack AOO
damage
DO NOT FIGHT WITH ME BAD GOBBERS RUN WHILE YOU CAN!
Yet another gobber falls from a tree, making a loud squelching sound as it hits the swampy floor. Everybody but NIM manages to hit a gobber, dropping where they are, bleeding furiously, dying from the wounds given by each person.
One valiant gobber manages to stab Nim in the leg before being run through with Gunner's sword.
Yet another gobber breaks throught the fog, charging at the wagons and their protectors.
Cole proceeds to engage another of the gobbers in melee, if there is one within' 20' of me.
If there are no melee targets in range:
Corvus continues to focus on the remaining dart-firing gobber in the tree that she had previously spotted.
I will attack one of the remaining gobbers
(Ahem)
(Ahem)
From the initiatives, it's Joran up next?
Joran will continue blasting at any grubber he can see.
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Note I assume Point Blank Shot is applicable.