Redona inches closer to the doorway, but since she lacks effective combat skills, she decides to let the others go first, for now. She'll take a potshot at the guy in the back after the others have gone, but before the baddies.
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Rikar begins to laugh as his companions attack from the doorway, pleased that the ruse has worked so well. ”You’re a natural, Krieg, a bloody natural!”, he says as he strides past the dwarf, sword held high and Goma close behind.
He steps up to the closest foe and swings his mighty blade, laughing and saying, ”You ran right past all that treasure I dropped, fools!” His greatsword connects solidly with his opponent’s shoulder and the crunch of bone is almost drowned out by the wounded man’s cry of pain.
Borris looks at the others in the room they appear to have kept the room for him to charge on the unsuspecting enemies Klar and Earthbreaker at the ready Borris charges at the enemy in the back hoping to kill it and flank the other 2.
Misha moves up to the spot just before the doorway () and swings her bullwhip at the human directly across from her (), flicking her wrist so that it--hopefully--coils around his knee and drags him down.
Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 Not sure if this is a Crit confirm. If the guy I hit is flanked there's a +2 to tack on, but that's only a 13 AC to hit...?)
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Regular Damage
Flanking Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Add this if the guy is flanked Crit Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 2) = 7 Add this if I confirmed the crit (Heavy Pick x4)
"Hah, ya bought it, ya gobber-kissin' dirt bags!"
Borris hearing the man willing to surrender Says Get on the ground face down and we will spare you!
We need to kill to kill the leader! Then maybe we can get some answers out of the one who is surrendering!
Borris takes a 5ft step (r0) to make it better to flank this Person
Two weapon fighting:
+2 if flanking
+2 if flanking
IF the leader tries to stand up ill hit em :-)
+2 if flanking
forgot about the intimidate chack with the verbal command
Kreig points at the prone man on the floor, the one who fired his weapon. "Get rid o' the leader, feed 'em to the dog." The dwarf points at the one who dropped his weapon. "We can work with this one...let 'em live if the information's good"
Kreig raises you his pick, ready to strike the foe in front of him should he change his mind about surrendering. He hopes the coward will flesh out his wall map a bit...
If he stands or prevokes otherwise.
+2 if flanking
Willing to take a surrender when she hears it, Misha steps past the surrendering man and Borris to the other side of the fallen leader. "Sure you don't want to join your friend in surrender? We might be nastier than Tor." She jabs at the defiant leader with the point of her sword to help make the point--and should that jab accidentally be fatal, she can under the circumstances live with that as well.
"By the hawk's eye, Mishinika! I'll remember to surrender to you from a distance!" Eyeing the fallen leader of the human thugs, Rikar says "Seems he'd have done better to surrender to the blades all around him, and risk a bit of chewing from this Tor he spoke of. Ah well, likely not the first bad choice he's made."
He then squats down by the man who surrendered, holding his greatsword in his right hand with the point resting on the ground, the blade running vertically like a particularly deadly walking-stick. In a no-nonsense tone, he says, "Let's make this simple. We'll have some questions for you. You'll have some answers for us. We're less likely to eat you than Tor - but you've seen how my friend here shows mercy, so I'd answer true and quick." He says this last with a tip of the head towards Misha.
Misha swings at the still prone leader with her sword and guts him, putting an end to his life. The other man, drops directly to the floor, and hearing Rikar, simply nods and says "ask yer questions, and I'll answer truthfully."
Kreig the nudges the surrender-monkey with the toe of his boot, then nods towards the map he'd drawn on the wall earlier when the guy looks up. "If we've got yer attention, soggy-pants, let's have ya fill in the blanks on this here map."
The dwarf looks to Josef and Borris and sends his eyes down the corridor. "Stick close, but best keep an eye n' ear out fer undesirables whilst we chat with our new friend..."
"Remember that when you try to marry me to a goblin, Rikar!"
Misha wipes off her blade and resheathes it, shaking her head. The thrill of combat made her laugh, but in truth she took little joy in killing--but she remembered this man WOULD feed them to this "Tor" the first opportunity they got, and his friends had fed poor Api to the goblins. This was as likely the most mercy as the man ever got, or deserved.
Kneeling down, she drags the leader into a slightly more dignified position and checks the leader's pouches for interesting items. It is an unpleasant task, but as she was one who got his belongings covered in his intestines, she may as well take on the unpleasant task.
Unfortunately, as the adrenaline wears off, she is a little too repulsed by her own handiwork to do a very good job, and leans back against the wall to regain her fortitude.
Rikar shudders in mock fear at Misha's threat, then thinks about it a moment and mutters to himself [smaller]"Last we talked about it, yout wanted to marry a gobber! Don't know that I'll ever understand this one, but at least she knows which end of the sword to stick into the bad guys...
Seeing Misha turn slightly pale as she searches the slightly gruesome body of her most recent kill, Rikar says, "Here, I'll give ya a hand with that. Just like with a fresh-killed hart, even if you can't keep the guts on the inside, it helps to keep 'em piled up on each other and out of your way."
He arranges the spilled organs in a business-like fashion, his years as a hunting guide showing through, and thoroughly searches the pouches and pockets of the two fallen men and the one who has surrendered.
Redona also seems repuled by the body,making a face when she examines it. She walks over to see if anyone else found anything. "Nice job, Misha," she says quietly. "I wasn't going to try to marry you to anything against your will before, but I certainly won't now!"
She then stands with her crossbow out, reloaded, in case any more trouble comes, but allows the others to do what they're doing.
With Rikar's thorough search of the three men, they find thirty gold pieces in various coins, and a nicely made composite longbow as well as some mundane equipment. It is Misha's Detect Magic that has the group excited as one of the short swords and one of the light crossbows has a soft glow of magic.
The rest of the equipment is non magical, but well taken care of.
Misha nods at Rikar. "It's been far too long since I've gone hunting..." She trails off as her face suddenly takes a wistful turn, but she shakes her head as if to dispel whatever thought threatened to bring on such melancholy. "One day when we're done with this place, and I've finished up writing our amazing exploits for the Society, let's you and I go, eh, Rikar?"
Misha looks over to Krieg. "And your plan was brilliant! You almost had me wanting to hunt for the 'gold.' Let us know what our new friend here tells us."
Later as they sort through the goods, Misha's eyes light particularly on the magic short sword. "I could make fair use of this. That I've noticed, none of the rest of you focus on the sort of swordsmanship I do, would you mind if I had it?"
"And don't forget those potions I found in the wall. Those could be the difference between life or death for us, in a pinch."
" I don't mind you having the sword, of course. As long as it keeps you safe, Misha." Redona nods sweetly. "Maybe a magical crossbow would help me hit something..." she chuckles.
She then turns to Kreig. "I knew I liked you. You're brilliant!" she praises him, smiling widely.
"I've no objection to Misha having the sword, or Redona having the crossbow. I'd be happy to take that longbow - it looks like it'd have a mighty draw. But I got my magic greatsword not long ago from a situation like this, so if someone else feels they'd like the bow - Borris, Josef? - that would be fine with me also."
The dwarf feels his face flushing under the praise of his knew comrades. Kreig blows out his mustaches and mutters under his breath about supposed brilliance. "We ain't clear o' this yet..."
Clearing his throat, he whips out a dagger and flips it easily in his hand to end with it at the prisoner's throat.
"Ya can keep the pointy things," He waggles the dagger along with his bushy eyebrows. "'sides, I got one o' these if I want to get stabby."
He taps the wall. "Breaktime's over, scum. 'less ya want ta sprout a few more holes, get ta fillin' in the holes in our map. Ya can start runnin' down the resistance too. Start with Tor 'n work yer way down the list."
I dont think I'll use a crosbow enough to use the magical one. So I dont need it at all! Neither do I need a composite longbow as my shield would get in the way! However if help is needed in carying the gear to sell it later on let me know I am willing to carry some more!
Borris now faces the Surrendered Foe.
You surrendered quite fast and didn’t really hurt my friends. So you got a shot at getting out of here alive but don't waste our time. Give us all the information you have on this hell hole or we will make certain your sentence is death for turning with the Evil ones!
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"Rikar, why don't you take the longbow, since you will see much better return on it than I will. I can carry your old longbow in trade, if you like. It would give me some more range than these little darts, after all."
Josef takes one of the CLW potions, Rikar's old longbow (if he wants) and 20 arrows. He also takes the longsword, strapping it to waist.
"Okay, then. Two handed, one handed, ranged, thrown, and magic. I just need to find a decent shield, and I should have all contingencies covered. Just as a reminder: I still have one enlarge person spell prepared today, my cantrips, and my force punches. If we want to wait nearby, I'm fine with that too."
To Krieg and Rikar, clapping Rikar on the shoulder: "Bravo, gentlemen. That was most excellent baiting, and a quite effective ambush. Good job, everyone!"
Misha takes up the sword then, and its sheath, cleaning it off with prestidigitation. Standing away from the others she swings the blade around the few times. "Alright, until such time as you earn a better name, you shall be 'Better Slice'."
She removes one of her old swords and replaces it with Better Slice.
"If anyone wants to use Old Slice, I can commend its use as an effective mercenary killer."
As you show the man Kreig's chalk map on the wall, he examines what is written and is able to fill in some of the places.
"Who has the chalk so I can fill this in?" he asks, and when handed a piece, he very slowly and very non-threateningly stands up and begins to draw and speak. "This area here on the east is same as the area on the west . Human and orc quarters. In fact over here is my quarters. Not many are there now, and those that are there are probably fast asleep, as the rest are in the arena to watch the fights."
As he continues to look over the hand drawn map on the wall, his eyes widen a bit, "no one knew about these secret doors, or if they did it was not common knowledge. These rooms here are cells, but some of the damn goblins and worse are using them as latrines so they stink. These rooms are the big goblins." He pauses for a moment as if thinking, "yea, hobgoblins I think they are called. Over here is the armory, but I have never been in it. Here is the Throne Room where General Tor and the Goblin God hold there weekly audience with the troops. The last audience was four days ago. This is the arena and this is where Golden Bull is kept . He is a creature that walks on two legs, but has a bull's head with horns."
The man slowly and carefully sits down, handing the piece of chalk back. He sighs somewhat and continues, "I only have two other pieces of information. One is a description of Tor. I am sure that he is some kind of bugbear, but I swear there is dragon blood in him. He is a vicious and dangerous fighter. And the other is, this Goblin God, it is a snarling, canine beast that pads around on all fours, its slender front limbs looking more like hands than a wolf's paws. I ain't never seen one of these before, and I don't ever want to see one again.
He looks at the group, with a little bit of hope in his eyes, "Can I go now? I know the way out thru the mines, and if you have come this far, I assume that there is nothing dangerous there now. I'd like to keep my armor and sword so I can defend myself in the lands."
Kreig nudges the man again with his dagger. "Not just yet, bunkie. Group o' dwarves came in here a few days ago. Ya caught the leader, where's he bein' held?"
"In one of the cells, I expect. Not my job to take care of prisoners. If he is alive and Tor has gotten the information he wants from him, then he is in the arena fighting the Golden Bull" the man replies.
White hot anger bursts inside Kreig's chest, causing his fists to clinch so hard the muscles in his arms vibrate. The dagger at the man's belly digs deeper, but the dwarf pulls it away before rage puts it into his guts.
He casts a quick glance over his shoulder at the group, dagger shuddering in tune with the anger boiling at his insides. "Get whatever information ya can from 'im, then send 'em out with his armor, no weapons." His full attention returns to the prisoner. "It's more than ya gave Brahli, I reckon. N' it's more 'n you deserve..."
His other hand comes up and shoves the human against the opposite wall. "Get done with 'em quick, 'fore I gut 'em like a carp."
Kreig looks to the wall, keeping the prisoner in his peripheral, and begins committing the map to memory. His dagger caught faint traces of light, gleaming as he scratched an "X" in the two spots where Brahli may be held. Curse my rotten hide! I passed right by 'im!
"Rest up, longshanks. If yer comin' with ole Kreig, ya'll be saddlin' up soon."
All we promised him is his life we did not say anything about forgetting his crimes information or not he still has to stand trial! Although the information he gave has to be taken into account he still needs to get punished!
Misha shakes her head. "Let him go. The man's trial and punishment will be his trying to get out of the mountain and back to town alive. I am sure if he makes it to civilization they will deal with him as they see fit otherwise. We have no right or capacity to serve as judge or jury, and our own mission to attend to -- with others' lives at stake. Keeping this man with us will only endanger him and us, and that will do no one any good."
Misha examines the potions they found to identify them (), and try to comprehend the runes inscribed on them--and copying them into her journal for good measure.
Do you all feel this way? A mercenarry aligning with Evil trying to kill us and we just make him walk out of here? If the tables where turned he would never have had this kind of mercy for us. I'm not saying I want to be his judge or jury I just dont think letting this man go unpunished is the right thing to do? We could bind and gag him and take him back to town when we go back. That way he can stand a rightfull trial.I would even testify to his helping us out in the end with information even though it was only to save his own life!
"I'd see 'em dead, but a fair trial over at Stonehold will go a long way ta justice. Tie 'em, cut 'em, let 'em go. Just get'em outta my sight 'fore i make the decision fer ya"
He tosses his dagger end over end and catches it by the hilt.
"I can't abide folks who bed down with gobbers n' the like. Best place fer him is in the ground.
Kreig casts a wary eye down the corridor to make sure nothing is approaching. "'Sides, we been chattin' too long..."
"Hafta agree with Kreig and Misha's practical approach here. If he survives the trip out of and down the mountain, he'll face some rough justice at the hands of the dwarves of Stonehold or the people of Meadowvale. And the information he gave us will go some way to rooting out the evil here in the mountain - so whether he meant to or not, he's done some good in the end. And I don't want to drag him through the mountain, putting us all in danger. Give him some leather armor and a dagger and set him runnin', I say."
Misha nods with Rikar and Krieg. "Punishment isn't always locking someone in chains or executing them, Borris. We're not giving him a free ride." Misha gives a pointed look at the mercenary, "And sometimes the greatest punishment is having to live with the things you've done and seen."
The man, still sitting on the floor, squirms under Misha intensive gaze and looks rather dejected.
Everyone: Make 4 perception checks, no take 10 or 20. For each one open the corresponding spoiler.
Misha checks between her journal entries and the bottles. "I think I'm finally starting to make sense of this script. These three all say 'healing'. And this one says 'restore.'"
She opens each bottle and sniffs at them. "Yeah, I'd say these two are a moderate healing potion. And the 'restore' one will do something akin to a priest's lesser restoring spell. The other one marked 'healing' I can't quite make the distinction of, but given it's also marked 'healing' we can probably assume it's similar."
Kreig points at the 1st and 2nd potions, "Yup, I agree on the first two here. Good strength healing jolts..." He shakes his head on the third one, not quite sure. But on the last one... "Yeah, weak lookin' restore in this one if I don't miss the colorin'"
He looks at Misha gives her a wink, his mood drastically improved with the absence of their prisoner (assuming he's been sent on his way). "Nice work, legs." The dwarf turns back to the map.
I would not mind having on of those healing potions you mentioned Misha I noticed I get whacked alot!
"I noticed you run into trouble a lot," Misha replies with a smirk.
"But I'd say, yes, let's give one to Borris, one to Krieg and Rikar--unless you folks already have healing potions, then one should go to Josef. The three of you can fight over who gets the one we're not sure about.
"I think maybe Redona should hold onto the restore one. She can use it if she needs it or keep it for whomever she provides her aid to."
Misha looks up at the young priestess. "If you don't mind me speaking up for you, Red."
Kreig ties a string around the one they cannot identify. "Just in case it turns out ta be poison...'pess ya can identify it, little one." He holds it out to Redona for inspection.
"Good idea, Misha. I'll take that first bottle, as I can see clearly what it is. The others are a mystery to me. I do have a less strong healing potion I could give to someone in exchange."
Borris safely tugs the potion in his belt pouch
I'm fresh out of potion thats why I asked for this one in the first place!
"Don't mind the healin' jar, just in case me 'n Rikar wander off too far for little Redona to save our skins." He slips the CMW potion into his pouch.
Kreig tapped the wall and pulled his shortbow and knocked an arrow. "I say we head over ta these areas here..." He points at the squares of rooms on either side of the main path south . "...if'n these yahoos are still sleepin' like that scumbag said, maybe me 'n Rikar here sneaks in their rooms and puts 'em down quiet like." The dwarf draws his right hand across his throat.
He sighs, obviously eager to get to his fellow dwarves now that he knows what kind of enemies are lurking the dark tunnels. If that yellow belly was right, this Golden God may be some kinda minotaur? Dip me inna pool o' vomit don't wanna mess wid somethin' that crazy!"
"I wanna get down ta these lower cells here , maybe spring my boss n' then work our way back to my guys, but I don't want these dungheads gettin' the drop on us if we skip 'em over." He points back to the grouping of rooms mentioned earlier.
Kreig nudges Rikar with the end of his shortbow, right brow a like a bushy flame climbing above his right eye in question.. "Whaddya think, Rikar? Feelin' froggy?"
It's obvious the dwarf wants to get going. But his brows furrow as he looks about at the rest of his new team. Easy ole Kreig, these guys may needs the rest, get their magics goin'...don't wanna face a crazed bugbear mutie n' a minotaur ifn' yer slingers can't sling...