The remaining two swordsmen don't take the hint and swing on.
you guys must be true zealot crusaders to seal your painful fates thus. Hope you enjoy copious sex-ups in your afterlife...
Heimoth shakes his head in mock sadness as the bandits' lack of fighting skill.
congratulations. you chamberpotsmen are going to die a horrible death. but at least you murdered the invisible twins standing on either side of Heimoth Thousandkiller...
Heimoth shakes his head in mock sadness as the bandits' lack of fighting skill.
Quinn moves back into the fort, taking a good look around to ensure all of the bandits are accounted for.
"You are no match for anyone with any form of training - and we now outnumber you three to one. Give up now or face the swift and final judgement of Gorum! I will not ask again."
Marc eyes his still-clean knife, and tests the wicked looking point with a fingertip.
"You heard the gentleman. Last chance. Drop your weapons, or die." The aristocrat intones casually, almost bored.
It's my turn next. They're out of my range, so I'll move to j8 and jump down to the hay bail in I8.
roll(?) add +1 to that for my dex if that's what I do.
I'll move forward if possible; I doubt it though.
Continuing his Ulfen war-song, Hasren advances to attack the closest bandit still standing.
Guiding Strike
To Hit: vs AC
Damage:
The skald's blow hits home, opening another wound & briefly knocks his opponent off balance!
Continuing his Ulfen war-song, Hasren advances to attack the closest bandit still standing.
Guiding Strike
To Hit: 1d20+6 vs AC
Damage: 1d8+3
The skald's blow hits home, opening another wound & briefly knocks his opponent off balance!
Heimoth's attack is deflected by the bandit's shield but Hasren finishes the job, cutting him down. The last bandit standing takes the hint and decides enough is enough; he throws down sword and shield and begins crying like a girl, begging for his life.
Heimoth kicks the bandit's sword away before patting down the miscreant, looking for further weaponry.
As the final combatant drops his weapon, the grim mask falls away from Thom's face. His limbs go slack and he collapses into a squat, head hanging low, weapon clattering to the ground.
A few ragged breaths are heaved in before he mutters, "So… fellas…. i guess we did it." A weak smile rests upon his bloodless face. "… think im'a be sick."
He will sit there for a few moments, one hand on the ground keeping his balance while the other covers his overly-pale face, the unconscious leader all but forgotten on the ground next to him.
Once the prisoners are secured, Hasren will suggest keeping them separated so they can't cook up a common story before we question them. Once the prisoners are settled in, he'll pull out his flute & play a restful little melody to further soothe his & his companions' battle lust.
Marc eyes the begging bandit with a smirk as Heimoth binds him.
"Well, there IS intelligent life in the woods after all!" He says brightly.
Quinn watches the trussing and questioning of the bandits quietly. Here there be dead men, they just don't know it yet.
As the final combatant drops his weapon, the grim mask falls away from Thom's face. His limbs go slack and he collapses into a squat, head hanging low, weapon clattering to the ground.
A few ragged breaths are heaved in before he mutters, "So… fellas…. i guess we did it." A weak smile rests upon his bloodless face. "… think im'a be sick."
He will sit there for a few moments, one hand on the ground keeping his balance while the other covers his overly-pale face, the unconscious leader all but forgotten on the ground next to him.
it'll...get better, next time...just bad dreams...that'll go on till you...don't care anymore.....the throwing up goes away though, next fight....pretty soon it'll be fun. This'll all be a joke.
walks up to the junior bandit.
so....when do I get to boil his eyes? I'm working on perfecting my eyeboiling...
intimidation
aleph sneezes, snots all over his sleeve; he dorks it all up and looks like a goober.
"Welcome back to the world of the living." Hasren says to the bandit after tending to his wounds.
Heal check to revive/trigger Second Wind if any
"I for one, admire your bravery..." "and thought you might be worth saving." he says glancing back at the scary men, and then gives the bandit an almost apologetic look.
"But you're going to have to do something to convince my companions that you're worth saving. I have a few ideas, but you'd do yourself the most good if you came up with something yourself. Any ideas?" he says with a hopeful look.
Diplomacy - to deliver the offer
Insight - to read his reaction & evaluate his response.
"I'll just keep an eye on the ones yer not talkin' to, fellas... let me know if you need anything else."
He helps secure the bandits, and will act the sentry with the ones who are not currently being questioned.
"I shall be more than happy to assist! I do have a way with words after all!" Marc declares cheerily as they prepare to interrogate the captives.
The enthusiastic dandy agrees, (albeit reluctantly) to allow Heimoth the first crack at the one he knocked out. But intends to be there (ie='lead') the next round of interrogations.
"I fear I am not not very intimidating, but I've got a silver tongue and I can charm a dragon out of it's treasure!" He declares proudly. His grin suggests that it was most likely ladies, not dragons he was charming,...
Intimidate....
....I'm gonna...stab you....*sneezes*..if you don't cooperate...I think....I'm allergic to....the hay...
....my friend....doesn't like you.....
Questions:
when you came here, was there a rear scout watching you approach, or was it just the six of you?
who is the leader....the female? what's her name? what's her mode of combat?
how many guys you got in your crew? arms? armor? horse? how many horses? are you all human? orcs? ogres? what?
what do they pay you?
where is your main base of operations? how's it guarded?
are you guys independent operators, or you working for somebody else?
are you guys messing with anybody else, or just this fort? if so, then who?
do you have anybody alive that doesn't want to be held by you? if so, are you ransoming them?
Aleph somehow fails to menace - catarrh will do that. Heimoth glowers convincingly, so the bandit decies to talk to Hasren.
"Er, it was just us. Didn't expect no army to be here. We live back in the woods, work for Kressle. Happs' humpin' 'er, so he gets to lead us. Kressle says she's her own boss, but I reckon the Stag King lets her operate or he'd do for us. Don't think we go no prisoners... So, er, can I go now? I promise I won't do no robbin' no more."
"Not quite yet. Where in the woods...we need you to tell us. What's your base like? How many bandits are there?
Kressle.....what's she look like? What can she do?
Is Happ the guy who led you here?
And tell me everything you know about the Stag King. Is he at your base?"
Quinn looks on with interest at Aleph's questioning techniques. Contrary to what he has been told, it apparently is not necessary to take a breath while talking...
"Er, well, you sort of head down the valley, go into the woods, cross the river using the old log, go through the fairy clearing, over the ridge, round the flat rock, under the tree and you're there. More or less. Though it's easy to get lost. Guess that's why Kressle put the camp there. There's normally between four and eight there at one time - most of the time we're out foraging, not banditing. Me, I don't like the banditing, much prefer the foraging. Er, yeah...
"What can Kressle do? Well, if you ask Happ, she can do pretty much all you want! Heh heh! Heh. Er... Oh, you mean in a fight. She's nasty with those axes, one in each hand. I wouldn't like to face her. Not in a fight anyway, eh? Maybe in a bedroll. Heh heh! Heh. Oh yeah, you didn't find that funny last time either. Er...
"Yeah, it's Happ led us here - useless git. He's a bad'un. And a real liar too. Don't believe when he says we're all bandits like him. Me, I just forage, didn't want to come on this trip, only Happ made me. I was really scared of him, he said he'd kill me. Best kill him before he wakes up. I'm glad you managed to, y'know, rescue me from a life of deepravitee. Oh yes, found me just in time, before I did any real banditing, or murdering, or anything like that.
"Oh yeah, the Stag King. Never met him, heard he has a base further south, but I've never been there. Kressle has a badge she likes to show off, with a stag's head on it, said the Stag King gave it to her, said she could work for him, but Kressle just works for herself as far as I can tell. But she seems a bit scared of him, and Kressle doesn't scare easy.
"So, er, now you've rescued me, and I've told you everything, I'll just take my stuff and go, yeah? Yeah?"
"No." Heimoth glares at the bandit. "If it turns out this was good info, we'll let you go. And the only way we'll know is by going there and rub out this Kressle character. And if it was bad info... Well, then we might not come back, in which case I'll instruct Oleg to do whatever the hell he wants with you. For your sake, I hope you treated him and his wife well on your previous visits."
"You heard the man. Your info will need to check out before we can decide whether you'll go free or not. Your cooperation has allowed you to continue breathing for a while at least. By the way, your companions, do you care if they get a decent burial or not? If you do, we should probably get their names. If they have kin nearby who would appreciate getting the bodies back, we should get their names & locations too."
Marc, listening in from outside the door, smiles smugly and nods in approval,...
"By the way, your companions, do you care if they get a decent burial or not? If you do, we should probably get their names. If they have kin nearby who would appreciate getting the bodies back, we should get their names & locations too."
"Meh, they're all scum. Let'em rot, I say."
"By the way, your companions, do you care if they get a decent burial or not? If you do, we should probably get their names. If they have kin nearby who would appreciate getting the bodies back, we should get their names & locations too.""Meh, they're all scum. Let'em rot, I say."
"I see..." Hasren briefly shows a look of disappointment, his demeanor cools, and his eyes harden.
"You'd best hope your information checks out! Else your head on a pike will serve warning to others of the penalties for banditry hereabouts."
"Could someone make sure this lout is securely bound? I need some fresh air." Hasren says as he strides out of the stable.
"We could hang em. Truss him up in an open casket. If you paint him up with turpentine, that'll maybe keep the crows off him; prop him at the front gate and he'll last for months."
Hasren stops just short of running into Marc. "Gah! Sorry. Wasn't expecting anyone out here. I think we got all that's useful out of this one. You want to see if the one who surrendered tells us the same? Or if he has any more information to give up?"
"Let's do it. We need as much information as possible before setting out to take on more bandits."
"Let's do it. We need as much information as possible before setting out to take on more bandits."
intimidate
"We could....loosen his tongue a little...if we...loosend a few of his fingers...."