We're in trouble again aren't we Silas? Every time I listen to you, I end up in a mess.
Just use your spirit force powers or whatever they are and have them handle business.
They are making a shield around me as we speak, but you...you're on your own.
Armistad aims carefully at the closest gnoll reloading his musket and fires.
Silas, I'm just gonna start shooting these guys with my crossbow til they get up a closer, then blast them with my pistol. Let me know if you want something different.
With that, Darius loads and aims his crossbow
in event of a natural 19-20
critical confirmation
edit note: should have been +5
I would say from looks of things, you are doing just fine. Silas remarks as the bolt strikes the gnoll leaving fur fly and a slow river of blood as the injured shooter cowers on his weapon.
What did you say your name was again?
A spear comes sailing in at Armistad's head.
AAHHHHHH! MY EAR! Armistad cries out in pain.
Your left ear is gone! Silas is astonished by this as the danger takes on a new realism.
At least they don't all have muskets.
Sorry for my lack of consideration. You can call me Darius
...he states with a smile before taking cover and waiting the opportunity to fire again.
They look to be about 20 yards off sir...and oh, by the way...The captain is dead.
Lackey! Get back to the chest and the dignitaries. Take a couple of footmen if necessary
The caravan was composed of two crawlers-metal steam wagons with multiple spiked wheels. They were durable and fireproof, but also loud and slow. Silas frequently pointed out the fact that if the machines had been enclosed, they would have been better inventions. As most engineers pointed out to him however, was that the inside would get too hot.The other three vessels were your standard wooden wagons, although well-crafted, they could burn and required horses, not coal to power them. Captain Aring led the caravan until a musket ball entered his neck and ended his life. He was a veteran of the Wastes and warned often to maintain strict vigilance for the many horrors of the plains. The three dignitaries from Quantium were shrouded in secrecy and traveled with four elite bodyguards who will not fight unless there is a direct threat to the dignitaries. Silas and Armistad were hired as that first line of protection. Silas saw it as a paid trip home, while Armistad thought that the idea was insane.
Oh yeah. I almost forgot. Don't ask about the chest. For your sake, it doesn't exist.
HP 10/12 Silas is grazed by a musket shot to the left bicep.
Is there anyone else available to fight? I see at least ten more.
How in the Nine Hells did dog men get firearms anyway? They are so expensive.
HP 8/10
Armistad stretches forth his hand and calls upon his ancestors to bring a great cloud of mist to grant them temporary reprieve. instead, a quick poof of water vapor burst s forth.
Unimaginable!
Saving his pistol for a closer range, Silas draws his longbow and lets loose of an arrow at one of the laughing dogs.
A high-pitched yelp indicates that the arrow strikes true. Eight healthy gnolls still attack as two scrounge for cover.
One gnoll takes aim at Darius.
The steel ball ricochets of the crawler sending sparks flying, missing Darius completely.
After narrowly escaping a musket shot, Darius takes a deep breath and quickly reloads his crossbow and fires again, hoping to finish off an injured gnoll if he can.
Die doggie scum!
Defending the crawler from the rear flank, Grillik tries hard to avoid the onslaught.
Again, sparks fly as the ball ricochets off of the iron crawler.
I believe that honor falls upon Silas.
Yeah, well I ain't been paid yet. My main motivation right now is to keep us all alive.
"That works for me, boss. What's the plan?
The half-orc reloads and looks around for a likely target.
"We got a head count on who's still standin' that can fight?"
I'm not really sure. LACKEY!
HP 11/12 edited
Aaahhhggg! Firebombs! How did they get those? It Burns!
Armistad lays a hand upon Silas while rattling off some Mwangi incantation.
The crazed dogmen closed in to about 30 feet. There were 8 healthy ones ready to feast in the barren waste. Lackey called frantically for any additional help to the front.
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Grillik takes sight and fires again.
"Damned crossbow ... it's a sad day when a dog has better luck firing a gun."
Grillik drops the crossbow and picks up his axe, preparing to charge.
Hold the line for now! Prepare to charge once we can get a couple more fighters.
They are dangerously close now! We might need to charge real soon!
...Darius states while eyeing his saber.
He then quickly reloads his crossbow and looks for a wounded gnoll to shoot, most notedly the one he previously shot if possible. Then he fires.
I can't imagine this vermin has figured out how to make guns on their own and I also highly doubt they could have taken a shipment with the guard it would have had. I'm think' maybe someone is arming them and I don't like that thought much.
Alright men! Prepare to charge!
Darius drops his crossbow and charges across the distance, drawing his saber while doing so and slicing two handed at the first dogman he comes to.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" A tall Mwangi woman, former part of a Bekyar clan, draws the perfectly clean scimitar. [b]"We need to take those weapons, perhaps whoever made them was foolish enough to leave a maker's mark."
With that she rushes in, steering in the direction of the alchemist.
Silas draws his shortsword and goes after one with a spear.
Armistad rushes out with a spear of his own after doing a double-take as a female monk led the charge against the vicious beasts.
We're going to die here!
Silas was amazed at the female monk whom he had been unaware of fight so well and that of the surprise onslaught, only Darius' s blade struck true, slicing the gnoll in th he chest leaving a gaping wound. His own attack had been thwarted by a blocking spear.
(Still new to Pathfinder so let me know if I make mistakes)
Merrilin makes his way to the battle with short sword and dagger in hand, when hes within 10 feet of the nearest gnoll he throws his dagger at it.
Attack (+4 DEX mod, +1 size mod)
Damage: (+1 STR mod)
Grillik smiles as the order to charge comes. He chooses one near the end so he can work his way up the line.
"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!!!!!!!!"
Grillik manages to partially disembowel one of the dog musketeers.
The gnoll has no time to draw a shortsword and responds by swinging the musket at Grillik.
Grillik swiftly dodges the attack while Silas defends against a spear-weilder.
The musket stock is swung erratically and misses Arm who is checking over on his friend's progress.
He notices a gnoll drawing a shortsword to attack Darius.
Darius easily evades the sword strike.
The agile monk easily follows suit as the musket stock goes wide.
The halfling's dagger sails past one gnoll and buries itself in the sand.
Silas yells back to the elite guards in full plate, Anytime fellas!
Lackey lines up his musket and hits one of the pesky vermin, dropping him in shock to the ground.
A different gnoll returns fire and misses the proud henchmen.
The pride is short-lived as Lackey is severely burned after the alchemist dog launches a firebomb at the crawler.
I count seven left! Armi yells as he jabs once more with his spear.
I mean six! he adds enthusiastically as he impales a dog shooter.
As the gnoll starts charging toward Merrilin he noticed that his companions are suffering from lowered moral.
He begins singing a song to inspire their courage, while attempting to deflect the gnoll's attack.
AC = 10 + 2 armor bonus +4 DEX mod +1 size modifier = 17
"Hey old boys, listen up listen up! These gnolls are nothing! They couldn't beat us. Why they're putrid, smelly and really quite dumb. So come boys! Come on now! Push them back! Slit their throats! Slice, Dice and leave them to rot!"
Inspire Courage +1 moral saving throws, +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls to all allies who can hear the song
Concentrating on the wounded gnoll in front of him, Darius strikes back with his saber.
Weaving through the fight Magali made her way closer to the bomb thrower while evading the reach of his companions. Still unable to close with the mongrel she instead lashes out at one of his companions, using both hands to add to the swing.
Grillik avoids the swing of the musket and loops his axe around for another attack.
Grillik's smile widens as the gnoll's blood sprays. Looking at the next one in line, he says "You want some of this?"