Donovan drags his heavy sword out of its sheath and takes a swing at the surviving bandit near him and Durielle.
(Erm, if I'm in Clousuk's inspiration range, that's +1 to each of those, respectively, I think.)
Despite Donovan's lack of confidence, he levels his attacker.
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Seeing the party dispatching the group of bandits in front of them Alphonse looks to the archers, he speaks to his party in a tone they can hear but he doesnt shout as to not draw the attention of the archers afar "Dont everyone forget their bows yet, tjhey still have archers on us, ill will turn my magics in their direction!"
Durielle cautiously steps over the now fallen bandit's corpse and reverses some of the pain Vladimir has experienced by a few moments.
Sugua barks though clearly having a good time, " Hey, you all must like getting pelted! Don;t stand around and make yourself an easy target kill something at least! Kressle's arrows hurt the most I've seen.. Then again I might be bias! HAHA! " Sugua gesturing to the arrow inside him.
Khargol retreats to cover and casts Shield of Faith upon himself.
The bandits being taken down too quickly, retreat back to the bring under cover of archer fire.
The archers in the back continue their enfilade into the party, targeting Donovan and Durielle.
Sugua sighs as he sees the group get perforated wit arrows. " HAHA! He had a good time someone drag him into cover and get him up! Let's see if I can get an arrow on one of those archers! Here comes the birdie! "
Sugua aims as the archer Alphonse pelted.
Alphonse and Sugua combine to bring down the archer atop the stump across the river.
Clousuk moves to Donovan's side and drops to the ground, reaching out with a claw to touch the wounded cleric's side.
"Bah, Scaleless Durielle and Scaleless Donovan are healers, not Clousuk!"
Vladimir retreats to cover storing his sword and pulling his bow again.
Durielle heals Donovan before also heading for cover.
Khargol grabs hold of the cleric and drags him behind the tree.
Kressle does not reappear from her spot, and the Bandits stand fast once more.
The archers split their remaining for between Durielle and Sugua.
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Sugua looks to the rest of the group, " Looks like we scared Kressle enough away so that one archer down, we only have the Three and are gonna have ta' engage again.. someone pass me my sword from that corpse. "
Sugua seems to wait while holding his bow.
Still lying on the ground, Clousuk sneers as more of the bandits' arrows hit his minio- er, comrades. "If Sugua want, Clousuk can make him unseen. Walk up to bandit stick-shooters and stab their faces," he suggests, as he casts a healing spell on himself.
Sugua smiles widely " HAHA! I like the sound of that.. but they might realize I'm not shooting.. not to mention that Wolf Longfang might smell me... You all would have to play decoy.. If I can get into that tower I can stop alot of this problem. "
Donovan continues to channel waves of positive energy to fortify the party.
"Either way, we can't hide here forever." Khargol states simply, moving as far as is necessary to get a shot at one of the remaining archers; if one is wounded, he targets that one. If it is possible to take that shot while remaining in cover, he does.
If targeting an archer would leave him open to attack but he can target one of the remaining melee fighters and remain covered from the archers, he does that instead.
Vladimir nods, agreeing with Khargol.
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Durielle casts shield of faith on herself and does her best to remain behind any cover, standing behind a tree or crouching beside a rock or fallen log as available.
Sugua goes to pick up his sword with a sickening squelch from the remains of the bandit.
Alphonse falls back to his magic missiles on the visible archer.
Which brings down the wounded archer.
As the archer goes down, Kressle re-emerges from behind the tent shaking her head.
She says something to Longfang who drops to the ground allowing her to swing her leg over him, before he begins to run off into the forest.
The two remaining archers look back confused as Kressle begins to leave.
Sugua comes around to see Kressle running away and seems sad.. yet roars " AHAHAHAHA! Seems your boss is leavin' ya behind boys! Best give up! Dammit KRESSLE I'LL SEE YOU AGAIN "
Sugua places his sword away and fires the bow once more at another archer.
Durielle draws her bow, but does not yet fire yet. Instead she activates her ability to flicker in and out of time to add in her defense.
Time Flicker (Su): As a standard action, you can flicker in and out of time, gaining concealment (as the blur spell). You can use this ability for 1 minute per oracle level that you possess per day. This duration does not need to be consecutive, but it must be spent in 1-minute increments.
Clousuk deposits his sword in a dead bandit and draws his crossbow, loading a bolt.
Not hearing any response from the bandits, Vladimir takes a shot at one of the archers in the tower.
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Realizing he is sorely out of positions as he has been harrying his opponents with spells Alphonse moves to join his friends in cover. Again relying on Sugua for his tactical expertise he remarks "My magics are beginning to run dry, and with it my capibility to assault these archers i will attempt to blind the remaining two, take them out while we can and lets wrap this up, seems we will need to track Kressle down another time as we lack the supplies to chase her" and with that Alphonse casts another burst of light at the pair of remaining archers
Khargol moves around to the western edge of the trees, far enough out to get a clear shot at the distracted enemies.
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After two more Bandits go down to the party's attack, the surviving members throw down their weapons and surrender.
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Sugua laughs placing his bow back where it belongs and gripping his sword. " THAT WAS A TREAT! " The half-orc advances upon the bandits giving them a wide grin.
" SO! You lost, which means the winner takes the spoils! And this winner wants to know what you plan to do now that Kressle has left ya behind? I can tell ya now. I'm no saint of anyone but Gorum so I ain't gonna lecture ya. You just don't seem to be workin for the right people. Let's tart off something simple, you wanna live right? I'm sure you do.. So tell us what ya know. Tell me about Kressle and the Stag Lord. "
"Sugua, while your interrogating those men would you be so kind as to take their arms and pile them somewhere out of their reach. I am going to tend to the wounded here. Clousuk you seem to have expended little of your magis in that fight, would you have more healing to bring our friends into better straits?" with ought waiting for a response Alphonse goes to work looking at his wounded allies, a look of worry on his face, that fight had been tough as per expected but there is still work to be done so he must keep them all on their feet
he first goes to his friends Durielle and Donovan "you are hurt, i may not have much in the way of magical healing but this little bit should help" and with that he calls on his inner reserve of empyrial powers and heals these good people
Sugua gives a nod and picks up the dropped weapon tossing them into a pile,not with any particular care, more like a job as he looks at the bandits, " Heh, it's not like it would have made them a difference. Fighting something you can't kill is just suicide. I'll humor ya though. You did well Clothie.. Net time just dont get lead out into the open by the trap, arrows hurt. "
"Thank you, Alphonse. You are most generous."
The elf looks around at all the dead and unconscious dying.
"Such a sad end they have chosen."
" The Path they chose is little different from your own Durielle-Elf, don't go giving them pity.. The way things were you were one shot from laying out on the ground bleeding or worse yourself. They knew what they were doin' all that matters is what they do now.. But HEY iff'n you want you can go around trying to stop them from bleeding.. you might save a few. "
The four surviving members of the Bandit camp look to each other to see who will speak first, one eventually does.
"Name is Neils, what is it you want to know?"
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Sugua leans in close his tusks exposed and grinning, " C'mon now, let's not make this a game! Neils was it? You can start by tellin me if you really care about the Stag Lord. He might not be in charge much longer.. might want to jump ship. Next tell me what ya know about him and Kressle.. Fighting styles, recent orders.. Y'know.. Useful stuff! "
"You ask for a callousness that I do not possess, Sugua Bran't. Pity is something I will always feel for those misguided enough to believe that life at the expense of others is the way to live."
She looks again to those dying. "I admit I feel of two minds about healing them. I do not see any point in it if you or Vladimir will once again offer the same mercy as before. Better they die from their wounds now, so you will not be forced to choose the end of their lives once they spit in the face of the justice you offer."
Durielle shakes her head sadly. "The power granted to me is to see the future and to turn back time if needed. Turning back hearts is not my task in the Greenbelt. As you said they made the choices that have led to their fate, just as did Morgrym Stoneheart, Thessk, Tomas von Achiel, Angor Yasok, and Gonzo, our former comrades. Death is still a step we all take to complete the choices we made in life. Regardless, I will always feel pity for those who have chosen eternity in Hell or the Abyss, even as I do not feel empathy for them."
Sugua folds his arms at Durielle's words his white eyes squint and move in a way to show glimpses of the thoughts that may surface his psyche. " Yeah, Yeah I know you don't. I could tell the first day I met you, you lived a softer life than most. You had the privilege to make certain choices like that. I'm not gunna ride you into the ground for that. I'm tryin to make ya' see what i out here and last I remember going to Hell or the Abyss doesnt hinge on you being a 'good person'. As far as mercy, I have no issue killin' them after but why do that when they can be useful. When combat begins te bodies lay where they may, life and death intertwine. After if they survive they survive. Don't get me confused with Vlad. "
Clousuk snorts in disappointment before unloading his crossbow and slinging it back onto his back. He then gives his rapier a good twist before pulling it out of the nearby bandit and returning it to its sheath.
Donovan moves through the camp with a purpose, but it quickly becomes obvious that he's not looking for valuables. Instead he's looking for any clues, notes, messages, signs, journals or anything that might give more information about the brigands, their movements, and their connection to the Stag Lord.
My knowledge of the planes and afterlives being somewhat limited but a n"umber of these misguided people may have also ended up in linmbo, not all bandits are evil after all"
Neils thinks for a moment, "The Stag Lord isn't liked by Kressle that's why he shipped her out here, didn't want her in his camp."
"We all just got caught up in the crossfire."
"Hes been pretty upset with her recently as his supply of alcohol is running low and she has yet to make a delivery to him, since she put the ban on us doing any significant raiding."
"Not sure what her plan is retreating like that, the Stag Lord won't be pleased to know we lost this outpost."
"As for him, not sure what to say, he's a bastard but a strong one. Uses a bow to fight mostly, better shot than Kressle for sure, carries an Axe too, but never seen him use it, he seems to prefer beating people to death with his hands when he feels like it."
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Vladimir listens to what the bandits have to say, making mental note of anything pertaining to the so-called Stag Lord.
"How many more outposts does the Stag Lord have beyond this one?"
"Hah he doesn't really have anymore than this one, this is the forward outpost, any trade goods we acquire come through here to ship off to him."
"The others he has aren't anything more than three of four men sitting around a watch tower all day keeping an eye out for Asmodeus knows what, an army of trolls I suppose."
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