Genisen steps over for a better shot, then works his way shooting at the bandits, first at the one in C3, then D3.
Both bandits sprout arrows in their sides.
Laya casts a spell and a burst of light appears in front of bandit 3's face.
Will save:
He's dazzled, and starts blinking frantically to clear the after image of the flare.
Vellica is up!
Bandit 1: 12/18
Bandit 2: 8/18
Bandit 3: 18/18, dazzled
Vellica moves up onto the rubble and conjures a globe of acid above her palm. She flings it at the most wounded bandit.
Timbur stabilize:
Sir Rollynd bends down slightly and touches Timbur at his feet.
LoH:
Timbur is still unconscious, but no longer near death. Sir Rollynd then steps down to G5.
Round 4
Initiative Order: Garim, Ofelio, Arrow Firers, Genisen, Laya, Vellica, Timbur, Sir Rollynd
Forgot about the grease... Reflex:
Not liking being the focus of attacks from both sides Garim steps to the side and brings his weapon crashing into the bandit between him and Ofelio.
Bandit 1: 7/18
Bandit 2: 8/18
Bandit 3: 18/18, dazzled
Ofelio is up!
Ofelio grimaces and slices at the bandit in F-3. A sudden cramp in his wrist makes it look just as pathetic as the end result.
Bandit 1 steps sideways and swings at Garim: ; damage:
Bandit 2 steps sideways and also swings at Garim: ; damage:
Together the two bandits combine to nearly run Garim through. He's almost certain he felt the two sword tips touch somewhere near his liver.
Bandit 3 stabs at the halfling: His sword clanks off the warrior's fullplate.
Genisen.
Genisen splits his arrows up between the two bandits again, connecting with one, but missing on the second.
Bandit one goes down with an arrow through the neck.
Laya casts another spell and a burst of light appears in Bandit 2's eyes.
Will save: He, too, is dazzled by the light.
Vellica's up!
Bandit 2: 8/18, dazzled
Bandit 3: 18/18, dazzled
Vellica casts a spell on one of the bandits, attempting to daze him.
Bandit 3 Will save:
Sir Rollynd straightens and lunges at Bandit 3, but he slips on the grease and the blade deflects off the man's armour.
Attack:
Round 5
Initiative Order: Garim, Ofelio, Arrow Firers, Genisen, Laya, Vellica, Timbur, Sir Rollynd
Bandit 2: 8/18, dazzled
Bandit 3: 18/18, dazzled, dazed
Garim lets out a hiss of breath from between clenched teeth, and staggers on his feet. The pain, perhaps, giving him a focus he lacked before, his morning star crunches into the bandits ribcage dropping him to the floor.
Fearing for his life he stumbles towards Genisen and into the storage room.
Ofelio continues his fight against the bandit in C-4.
To no better a result than was had before.
Bandit 2 steps forward and stabs at Ofelio: CLANK!
Bandit 3 stabs at Sir Rollynd: CLANK! (Never mind, he was dazed.)
Genisen is up!
Genisen lines up the bandit in front of the door and lets the arrows fly.
Arrow 1:
Confirm:
Damage:
The arrow hits the bandit in the mouth, rips right through his head, and flies off into the grasslands beyond. The man pauses for a moment, then drops. Genisen steps forward and lets his second arrow fly at the last bandit.
Arrow 2:
Damage:
Bandit 3: 9/9 hp left
Seeing only one bandit left, Laya holds off on any more of her magical advice, and delays.
Vellica is up.
Vellica tries to dazevthe bandit if its one she hasn’t dazed yet.
The alive one is the one she dazed, yes, so acid orb? Go ahead and roll.
Sir Rollynd lunges again.
Attack:
Confirm:
Damage:
Sir Rollynd runs the man clean through. Wiping his sword on the bandit's coat, he turns back to Timbur.
"This man's dress is similar to theirs, but he fought with you. Does he get the healing hand, or the sword?"
Combat over...for now
Garim, feeling shaky, turns his healing magic upon himself.
"Timbur? He's on our side, sort of. He had been part of their crew the first time we ran into them, but he surrendered himself and whole heartedly aided us afterwards. I don't think he deserves the sword, but I don't really trust him either. He's been living out here with them for who knows how long engaging in banditry."
Rollynd, seeing what Garim is about to do, stops him. "Hold, friend. Save your healing. I brought you something the cheapskates at the Church should have given you in the first place."
He pulls out a wand and hands it to Garim, telling him the command word.
"It's fully charged."
With Timbur reprieved, Rollynd bends down and lays hands on again and again.
Timbur stirs and opens his eyes.
Vellica wanders over. "Sorry about running off on you there, young Sir Rollynd. I needed to get closer to use my magic and the crawling wasn't going to do it."
She looks at the the others, smiles and bows deeply from the waist. "Greetings, I am Vellica Swordservant. I've come here with Rollynd to aid you in finding the Cloak."
"Miss Vellica is a trusted attache to the Seventh Church. Her family has served Iomedae's cause for generations, in one guise or another. Were these ruffians living in the Citadel? I thought it was impregnable."
He glances about at all the debris. "What did you folks do to this place!?"
Ah, this will be much better than that other... wand of healing... we've got. "Thank you Sir Rollynd. We've met with a number of injuries already."
"Oh, no. They weren't inside, though their leader ran inside just a few moments ago. As to what happened, well we just tried to open the door was all, but it was, er, stuck."
"Good to meet you Miss Vellica." Seeing Vellica with neither arms nor armor, and not understanding the difficulties that such pose to a sorcerer Garim offers, "If you are in need of any supplies we found a entire storeroom filled with armor and weapons." waving offhandedly towards the northern room.
Ofelio can't use it until he can actually cast spells, which isn't yet, unless he UMD's it.
Timbur is still 4 points down.
"I see. With this large of a gaping hole, and the Citadel's outer defences breached, I will stay here to secure the building, lest other bandits wander in behind us and plunder it. If that bandit leader makes his way back here to escape, I'll put an end to him."
Embarrassed at his lack of ability in the fight his fellow paladin had just witnessed, Ofelio shifts on his left foot nervously.
"Thank you for reviving Timbur. As Garim has already told you, there were circumstances that caused this destruction."
He regards something in space and places a twitching hand under his chin.
"Will you be alright out here alone?"
Goddess, I hope he doesn't think I'm just saying that because he's small... Deception is everywhere out here.
"I've fought demons in the Worldwound. I do not fear common bandits. If something worse comes this way, well, I'll yell for help if I need it and you can rush to my rescue."
"Of course, if you should encounter something you can't handle, don't hesitate to do the same."
Somehow, he managed that entire bit without a trace of sarcasm or dry wit in his voice.
It looks like Ofelio is down 8, Garim.
Cure charge:
Cure charge:
Timbur and Ofelio fully healed with one charge apiece.
"I am a sorceress, Sir." Vellica says to Garim. "I require no weapons or armor except for myself. Right now my most useful abilities will no doubt be daze, grease, and vanish. They allow me to temporarily stun a humanoid, create a patch of slippery grease, and to go invisible for a short time, respectively. I hope I can be of assistance with them."
Speaking of the armoury, however, has everyone upgraded weapons and armour to their liking. Any CRB simple and martial weapon can be found, and any metal armour up to a couple suits of breastplate are there.
So upstairs, or downstairs, after Scarblade?
"Perhaps we can let Scarblade clear out a few of whatever other surprises await below. Let's head back up again."
"I prefer to take out Scarblade, better to remove the threat we know."
"In that case, we should get going."
Ofelio tries a couple of practice lunges, making sure there's nothing inherently wrong with his glaive.
As you prepare to head off, Sir Rollynd whispers Ofelio over.
"I don't know who Scarblade is, but if you wish to descend I will follow," Vellica says.
You slowly descend into the darkness, relying on your light sources to help you see.
At the bottom of the spiral staircase, there is an iron door. A thick wooden bar with long spikes in either end lies carelessly tossed to one side. Large holes on either side of the door frame show from where the bar had been ripped down. The door stands slightly ajar--no light nor sound escapes from the room beyond, but a sickly sweet smell of rot and decay does.
"Wait here. Don't move, and be quiet, I'll be right back," Vellica whispers to the others. She raises her hands and mutters a brief spell, then vanishes from sight. Slipping through the crack in the door, she takes a quick look around before her spell ends.
Vellica slips inside.
Left 0/Right 1:
Turning to her right, she rounds the corner and sees a scarred half-orc holding a huge axe. He's standing completely still, looking at something around the corner that Vellica can't quite see.
Does she wish to get closer?
Laya Knowledge Religion:
Laya doesn't recognize her description, except to say they two creatures are probably undead of some kind.