Perception
[dice}1d20+7[/dice] Stealth, but apply the penalty for moving while hiding
"Let us not allow these robbers to gain too much distance!"
Perception
The four of you start to move down the backside of the hill. About a quarter-mile away, a wagon can be seen slowly moving towards Sandpoint.
Perception check to see where the wagon went:
"Odd, they don't seem to be in a hurry, do they? Well they are heading towards sandpoint, so we can just try and get there to alert the authorities if we can't catch the wagon to question them beforehand."
Alexander will try to catch up to the wagon, without tiring himself out too much. I do still have a medium load.
"You're right, they don't seem to be in that big of a hurry. I wonder why..." his words trail off as Alexander starts following the wagon. He will catch up to Alexander and then go with him to investigate. "Figured you could use a hand seeing how if things turn violent you'll be useless."
"Useless!? Well I would be hapy to have your company, but useless!? Your words wound me Toban!
"What are you going to do...act them to death" Toban says sarcastically. He liked teasing his friends, especially Alexander.
Satinder steps into the trees to hide his travelling chest () before jogging to catch up with Toban and Xander. He stares incredulously at the wagon.
"These bandits are bold, aren't they? Trundling along without a care in the world!" He shakes his head in disbelief. "Well, if we're lucky, they'll be too worn out from their brawl with the merchants to put up much fight. We may even be able to resolve this entirely without violence."
As your group approaches, you can hear the two men on the wagon carousing each other.
Hezekiah stays behind his more rapidly advancing friends, but he peers at the wagon and begins chanting to himself.
In a low voice to the others.
"How should we procede? You guys want to try to just talk to them? Or should we try and listen in to what they are saying first? I will say, they are clearly very drunk!"
Satinder nods. "I would like to avoid violence, but we need to confront them. Wandering behind the wagon solves nothing. Xander, I think you should get their attention."
Stealth
Sense Motive
Alexander will yell when he is close enough to the wagon to initiate conversation.
"Excuse me gentlemen, might we have a word? We hate to be a bother, but we have a pressing matter, and you might be able to help us!"
Diplomacy
The men look back at you with a bit of wonder on their faces. "Who the 'ell are you?"
Sense Motive
and
Perception
Whatevers appropriate...
OMG critical again? Can I observe arms and armor too?
I`m elite hehe
Toban will wait quietly by his friends and be at the ready in case the situation turns violent.
Hezekiah continues to watch, staying well away from the reach of weapons, both friends' and enemies'. He stays about one additional wagon-length behind the wagon proper.
The wagon stops as the driver reigns in the horse, and turns around to look at you. The armored man on the right stands, his breastplate catching the hazy sun. He hefts his long spear.
Xander stands calm, not threatening, yet his hand close to the hilt of his sword. Satinder stands at Xander's shoulder, toying with something at his wrist. He licks his lips. Hez stands behind, eyes darting from his friends to the wagon. Toban stands with his right side towards the wagon, ready to draw a weapon in a flash. A small smile plays on his lips as he stares at the armored man.
"I see the guilt in your eyes, gentlemen. Surrender, and things will go easier for you."
"We all being civilized men, surely we can come to a peaceful resolution! You gentlemen have procured a wagon that doesn't belong to you. Be it by mistake or not, the gentlemen would like their wagon back.I am sure you two would love to go sleep off your current condition. So I ask of you two gentlemen, please step down and give us the benefit of aiding our friends who own the wagon, and also allowing us the task of making sure you two go sleep off your spirits!"
Diplomacy
The armored man sneers. "Well if it isn't the fat professor, the twitchy little know-it-all, 'Alexander the one-hander' and...of course...my man Toban. How's your cousin, Toban? Cause I thought she was pretty tasty." He laughs like a donkey, slapping the drivers shoulder.
Satinder snorts. "Given his sister's profession, your taunt only reveals that you have to pay women for your release. Hardly something to boast about."
"Well you leave me at a disadvantage sir. You seem to know my name, and have what vaguely resembles wit I might add, but I don't know yours. How about we drop the bravado, and go sleep off our intoxication like good drunkards? I'd hate for you to have to deal with the four of us in your current state!"
"Sod off, you son of a monkey. Your mum and his cousin's had plenty of my 'release'...and I ain't dealin' with no one! If you think I care that this ain't my wagon, you must've been playin' for audiences in Riddleport." The man brays again. His friend sniggers quietly, although he appears much more concerned with your numbers than the armored man.
The driver speaks quietly to the armored man.
Hez steps up next to Satinder, speaking to both him and Alexander. "I have a spell that should, rather harmlessly, put both of these pillars of the community on the posteriors. Shall I?"
He reaches into his spell component pouch and pulls out a small piece of cloth wrapping, slightly greasy from the butter inside.
"You better not be tryin' to put a hex on me, you chubby witch." The man laughs again, then stops short, his smile gone from his face. "Wait...are you all serious? You're takin' the wagon? Son of a - "
He turns away from the party, and hurls his spear mightily out in front of the wagon, where it lands some distance away. The man teeters, barely keeping himself from toppling from the wagon. He disembarks clumsily, and is joined by the driver. They each retrieve a dark bottle from under the wagon seats.
The armored man glares at all of you. "I'll get you for this." He takes a deep swig from the bottle, gasps and shakes his head to clear the burn of whatever he is drinking. Then he spits on the ground in front of you. "I swear it on Abadar's grave."
They turn and stalk off to the north, retrieving his spear along the way.
"Well I think maybe two of us should follow these guys into town and the others should return the wagon. Hez and I could probably neutralize these two without a fight with our talents, so might I suggest that we keep an eye on them while Toban and Satinder return the wagon?"
Satinder nods. "Agreed. Toban, let's send our merchant friends back on their way."
"Sad how far people let themselves go, eh Verik. Toban calls after them an in armor. As Xander states his idea Toban shakes his head.
"I'm going to have to disagree. I think we should all stay together. It will only take a moment to return the wagon and in their current state I don't think they'll get very far. I do think it best to mention what happened here today to the Sherrif since I'm sure this isn't the first time Verik has tried something like this."
I must agree with Toban. While I feel confident that my magic is sufficient to the task, I also know it to be fickle enough that, should fate not smile on us, we might be hard-pressed indeed. I think telling Sheriff Hemlock of the altercation is the best option.