
Tai Leng |

Oh it occurs to me that you confused me a little while ago. I don't have Snake Fang yet, so no retaliatory AoOs.
Leng decides to play it a little safer and takes a couple of steps back, pulling a potion off of one of his bandoliers, popping the cork, and quaffing it.
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
"Brother Cyrus, I could use a little divine assistance, if you're up to it."

Brother Cyrus |

Cyrus frowns worriedly about the speed of the operation as he slips his focus into his hand. A sudden burst of warm air accompanied by a dim light pulses for a moment, healing his allies' wounds.
Channel Energy: 2d10 + 3 ⇒ (4, 1) + 3 = 8
Assume Selective Channeling to avoid including enemies(fallen or otherwise) at all times.

Tai Leng |

"I would comply, but I'm afraid I'm quite attached to my weapons." Leng calls out.
He whispers to his companions.
"This fight is pointless. Let's just try to get what we came for and leave."
He murmurs some words under his breath and vanishes from sight, then heads down the corridor.
Stealth minus 5 for moving faster: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20
Balls. Missing that extra +10 real bad. =(

Lemmy |

Shield Warrior Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Dwarf Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Not that bad, it seems... ¬¬'
Tai Leng's magic is more than enough to conceal himself from the guards, but his natural stealth skills are what ensure they don't listen to his foot steps either.
Ayren speaks, visibly worried, as he sees Tai Leng disappear.
"Wait!" he says. "What if they have more cats? You won't be able to know which one is Lord Richard!"
He then moves up to Eitylen, pulling a small vial of glass from his pockets as he does so. "...And you!" he whispers to the elf "Open your mouth! This will make you faster and more dexterous! You may not trust me, but trust my will to get out of here alive!"
Assuming Eitylen accepts the offer, Ayren pours the potion into Eitylen's mouth somewhat desperately.
The warrior armed with mace and shield moves and stands close to the door. He then raises his weapon hand and speaks with a menacing voice.
"Look. You got nowhere to go! There are more of us, here! Surrender and we won't kill you!"
He is soon followed by his dwarf companion, who also tries to intimidate the intruders.
"Aye! If Ah were ye, Ah'd listen to mah friend here!"

Brother Cyrus |

"And how far are you willing to go for a penance of a ransom? Because you can be quite sure this fight will end with many dead. We can work out a deal, you give us what we came for and no more blood needs to be shed needlessly. What's one cat less amongst all these hm?"

Lemmy |

The shield warrior speaks again.
"We have a good healer... And you're the ones in enemy territory! Go away now and we'll forget you've ever been here! This is my last offer!"
Ayren whispers
"We can't do that! Without the cat, we don't get paid!" He takes a quick glance at Eitylen and adds "Uh... And who knows what kind of harm they'll do to that innocent kitty!"

Brother Cyrus |

Cyrus speaks to his comrades. "It's now or never friends. Keep an eye out for any I manage to immobilize." Cyrus spends his turn grabbing a crossbow and bolts off one of the dead guards.

Lemmy |

"Look..." Says the man with the crossbow. "Each minute you spend here is another minute closer to our friends coming up to join us in battle, so drop your weapons!"
He walks sideways, trying to get a better view of the room, then cocks his crossbow.
Another Mystery Roll: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 4, 2) + 3 = 13 (:o)
Tai Leng's turn

Eitylen |

Do you think you will have reinforcement? how do you think we reach this place? half of your friends are dead and the others half is tied. Surrender and ou will be in the tied camp.
Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Lemmy |

Guard 3: 1d20 ⇒ 15
Shield Warrior: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Dwarf: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
"D-do you think they really did it, boss?" stutters the man with a crossbow
"Hah! Don't fall for his childish lies! If they had killed everyone, they'd already have that g*+*@&n fleabag!" replies the man with the shield.
Ayren whispers to Eitylen and Brother Cyrus
"Look... If I make you vanish like your friend did, would you be willing to take them from behind? I'd go right after you, of course."

Brother Cyrus |

"I may be able to keep their attention for a moment if I go in from the front." Says Cyrus offering an alternative.

Tai Leng |

So I'm a bit confused as to what everyone's plan is. It seems like you guys are going to attack the room? In which case, I'd slip in there and lay an invisible pounding on somebody next turn, buffing myself this turn (since you guys are just hanging out this turn I guess). But if not, I'll just continue what I was gonna do.
If you guys are attacking next turn Leng will rub some oil all over his body to beef up his fists a little.

Lemmy |

"Here, take this." says Ayren, as he passes yet another vial to Eitylen. "Get them from behind! I'll go in after you." Ayren then proceeds to move alongside the wall, trying to get as close as possible without the enemy seeing him.
Assuming Eitylen accepts the potion, he becomes invisible.
The 3 thugs remain in their positions, confident that they are safe inside the room and that reinforcements are bound to come sooner or later.
Brother Cyrus' turn

Brother Cyrus |

Brother Cyrus invokes the power of the gods and an ephemeral aegis appears around him before fading. Sanctuary Cast DC 15 Will Save on attack or be unable to target him for the duration of the spell
He then dashes into the front door of the room.

Lemmy |

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Yikes!These dice really don't like you guys! oO'
As soon as Cyrus walks through the door, a flurry of readied attacks is unleashed against him.
Crossbow: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Crossbow Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 damage: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (6, 1) + 2 = 9
Heavy Mace: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Long Flail: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Long Flail (AoO): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17 damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Brother Cyrus is quick enough to evade the attack from the man with the heavy mace and the first strike from the dwarf, however, in his haste, he leaves himself open to a uncannily precise crossbow bolt, which slows him own just for a moment, enough for the dwarf to land an attack of his own!
That's 21 damage to Brother Cyrus... Ouch!
BTW, Thanks for drawing the trail of your movement in Roll20.
Eitylen's turn.

Eitylen |

No map?
Assuming Cyrus will not be caught in the splash damge then eytilen moves and trhow a bomb over the shielded guy
Bomb attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Bomb damage: 2d6 + 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (6, 2) + (1, 4) + 3 = 16
¬¬

Brother Cyrus |

Ow.

Lemmy |

I didn' realize it was still my turn. oO
The thug with the crossbow steps back and puts one more bolt in Brother Cyrus' flesh.
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
The bolt finds its target, but fails to bring Cyrus down.
Well, if you manage to survive another 3 characters' turns, you can heal yourself... Or hope your allies can do it for you. :P
Tai Leng's turn.

Tai Leng |

Who do you think is the biggest threat to Cyrus? Shield Man or Reach Dwarf? I'll want to try and take him out ASAP. I.E. "Which one look slike he's been in more fights, and won?" =p

Lemmy |

Well... Both of them seem about as skilled as the other, but the dwarf is physically sturdier and stronger (also, he's wielding a 2-handed weapon). That said, Cyrus is so badly wounded that he'll probably be knocked out (and hopefully, not murdered) by anyone who hits him before he has a chance to heal.

Tai Leng |

Hm. I think I'll try and beat down the dwarf then, if only because him having a Reach weapon will make it harder for Cyrus to get out of the room. And if he's "stronger" he probably has a bigger chance of taking Cyrus straight to "Dead" rather than just knocking him out.
Leng carefully moves into the room, then sheathes his hand in electricity and fire, plunging it through the Dwarf's chest.
Cast Shocking Grasp, deliver it via an Unarmed Strike with Elemental Fist.
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23 +4 Str, +1 BaB, -1 Power Attack, +1 Magic Weapon, +2 Invisibility, +2 Flanking, if you're wondering.
Damage: 1d6 + 11 + 3d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 11 + (1, 4, 3) + (6) = 26
Stealth (if needed): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26

Lemmy |

The dwarf widens his eyes as he sees a spark of lightning and fire appear before him, but before he has time to react, the spark quickly drives itself into his chest.
He only has time to scream in pain as the energy flows through his heart. He doesn't even have the time to see the face of the man who slayed him suddenly appear out of thin air.
"KORG!!! shouts the shielded warrior.
Ayren just smiles as he proceeds to throw a couple daggers towards his new target.
Dagger: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Dagger: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
The man is hit by the first dagger, but manages to block the second one and with a sweeping motion, land a solid hit on Brother Cyrus, knocking the priest out.
Heavy Mace: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Uh... Both Dwarf Guy and Brother Cyrus are down, so... Eitylen's turn, I guess.

Brother Cyrus |

Not dying: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Brother Cyrus convulses on the ground, bleeding.

Tai Leng |

Leng sheathes his hand in electricity and fire one last time moves in on the shielded man, supernaturally quick, kicking at him once and then lashing out with his energy coated hand.
Regular Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
1d6 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
Shocking Grasp Elemental Fist: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
1d6 + 9 + 3d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 9 + (1, 3, 4) + (1) = 20
Spell Combat from my original position, 5 ft. step, Swift action Ki for another 5 feet, unload.
+3 from attacking with Shocking Grasp vs a man wearing or wielding metal. Forgot that in the last one.
If the first attack misses, add another +2 to the second hit if it connects.

Lemmy |

The shielded warrior manages to deflect Tai Leng's opening assault, but lowers his shield too soon, and takes an unexpected follow up strike directly to his chin.
Ayren uses the moment to throw a couple more daggers at the crossbowman.
dagger: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
dagger: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
However, the thug quickly ducks and avoids the blades. (g&!!+$nit!)
The shield warrior attacks Tai Leng with all his might
mace: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
shield bash: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
However, only his mace finds its target, and to little effect.
Eitylen next

Brother Cyrus |

Brother Cyrus paints the floor red.
Avoid a darker shade: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Lemmy |

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Eitylen successfully tricks the thug leader into lowering his defense, but between his armor and the wall, the elf's blade fails to draw blood.
The crossbowman aims at Tai Leng one more... This time, he takes a deep breath to steady his aim, and only then and pulls the trigger.
crossbow: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21 damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
The bolt just barely hits Tai Leng. It doesn't cause any serious damage but still finds its share of blood.
Tai Leng's turn

Lemmy |

Close, but no cigar.
The thug leader blocks Tai Leng's attack, but just barely.
Ayren steps closer to the door and throws yet another dagger at the crossbow man...
dagger: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
dagger: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 -.-'
However, his aim is not enough to hit the enemy.
"Gotta admit... He's quicker than I thought." he says, trying to convince himself more than the others...
The thug leader proceeds to attack Tai Leng with both his mace and shield, but his attacks are no match to his target's speed, and the warrior fails to land a hit.
heavy mace: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
shield bash: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Well... At least it seems like he can't hit you either.
Seeing both his attacks hit nothing but air and his dwarf companion bleeding on the floor, the man with the shield steps back and speaks.
"Fine! I yield! I yield! There is no point in fighting you guys, just let me take care of my friend while you take care of yours!" says the warrior. "Give me your word that you won't attack me and I'll drop my weapons."
Brother Cyrus is still dreaming of electric sheep, so it's Eitylen's turn (Assuming you don't accept his surrender).
Gotta go to bed now. GN, everyone.

Tai Leng |

Leng flicks some of the blood off his fingertips and nods tersely, standing to the side a little to let the man pass.
"All this over a damn cat." he mutters under his breath.
He sighs and speaks up.
"Let's get what we came for and get out of here."