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Amnur, who really tuckered himself out during their wild escape from the town, and so has been uncharacteristically silent for the last little while, decides to chime in. "Surely there's something that can be worked out where you don't steal our key and we defend ourselves from your godzirra lizard."
The lizard nonchalantly walks closer, and is now within 20 feet of you.
[Not hearing back from Lauranna I'm going to pretend that she didn't say the "back in one piece" part, so that I don't have to dig through and find an Initimdate roll)
The old lady smiles and says, The cats are getting closer to the mice. All you need to do is give me the key and you can go on your way, and this cat will step aside, before the larger cat s come from behind to swallow you all up.
Is a little piece of metal worth losing your lives? Give it here quick to Orom there and we'll be on our way, and you can be on your way unmolested as can be with your supplies
The lizard shimmies to within 10 feet of Lauranna and Amnur.
The lizard makes it to Amnur and walks by, on the way to Shilyn.
It waddles over to Shilyn (if none of you hinder it.)
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Shilyn looks at the lizard. "You know.. perhaps a bit of dwarven diplomacy is in order here," she says quietly to the others.
"I'm sorry.. but I think we'll keep the key."
Looking at the woman up the path, she raises her bow and draws it in a smooth motion. As her thumb brushes her cheek, she releases the arrow..
Surprise round for the group, then we will follow normal initiative.
So basically you get 2 rounds. If you don't finish her and the guy then you are fired.
All this needs to be done before 1pm tomorrow or you forfeit you turns and we move to round two. (We have been in non-combat for too long with this bit**, in real time...)
Shilyn fires off two quick arrows at the old lady, and in an instant everyone else reacts as she staggers back with an arrow protruding from her chest.
Oriandor sends a rush of color which seems to do nothing to the staggering woman, but sends the guards down to the ground in a daze.
A mixture of Lauranna, Amnur, and Oriandor rush forward and land a few blows to the lady and her guards, the latter who now seem incapacitated. Mylvie releases an arrow and strikes the old lady in the chest to finalize the threat.
The group works quickly to pocket what they can from the would-be-marauders and get them off the pathway. Hearing the jungle move relatively close behind them they pile in and Raimondo spurs the horses onward, to a place that is hopefully safer than the plight they now flee from.
[ooc]End of Scenario. (You can all insert dialogue in there if you would like)
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After everyone's satisfied rifling through the bodies, Oriandor takes the bodies and rolls them down into the nearby water and
nonchalantly tosses in a strange crocodile statue along with them.
"That outta..." speaks the halfling as pulls the hood of his cloak over. "... drown out their demands."
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Amnur watches Oriandor loot and dispose of the bodies, internally struggling a little at the sight, but long ago accustomed to the practice, even adopting it himself. He always explains the need to Torag, almost every time. "Nice work everyone, good driving Raimondo. With luck we did some good around here. Must've been my golden tongue."
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Shilyn just looks at Amnur and pats him on the head, "Well.. Dwarven diplomacy does have its uses I guess," she says with a grin.
"Shall we continue down the path and see where it takes us? Preferably somewhere quiet where I can get something good to eat..and if memory serves.. it's Flori's turn to buy."
As the 7 of you ride strong, you come to a pathway. You are starting to rise in elevation slightly and the jungle is starting to thin out. You think you are out of the thick of it, when arrows come out of nowhere and hit the carriage itself. An arrow hits one of the horses and it gives a giant buck and falls, sending the cart tipping up. Raimondo deftly jumps from the cart and kicks a quick release lever, letting the horse out from the device holding it, and jumps back to the reigns whipping and swearing up a storm.
You are all jostled around, but don't seem to fall, and quickly regain your bearings. With a flurry of handwaves, stick waiving, and a few well placed arrows you take care of the archers on the other of the ravine.
Time to move! Watch the side lines! Cover me! Raimondo yells, and spurs the horses onward (which actually isn't hard, because watching one of their own get shot and getting left behind is somewhat a stimulant to them, and they are running as fast or faster as horses that you have seen in your lifetime.) After what seems an hour of quick turns and doubling back a sudden cry goes up among the wagons, and all eyes look
back the way you came. The days-old familiar sight of pursuing horseman has vanished. “They are falling behind us! Far behind!” Raimondo declares and a tired cheer erupts from the caravan.
The cheer is shortlived, however, as your group slowly realize that there are currently only 6 of you on the cart, not the 7 that you started out with. Frantically you look around to see whom is missing, and don't see the well armed blonde lady with her typical bardiche, and serious looking demeanor. She is nowhere to be seen, and no sign of her exists on the trail fading fast behind you.
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Feeling a few new bruises begining to form from all of the jostling about, Shilyn frowns. "That was worse than carrying that smashy thing and having it bounce against my leg for day," she mutters quietly.
Hearing Amnur's outburst, she looks around at the others and sighs. "I don't think that would be wise my friend. We have others who are in need of these supplies that are at risk. Going back would put both them and us at greater risk as much as I hate to say."
she is right, says the driver.we have a very good chance of not making it there ourselves at this point.
as the carriage makes its way through the jungle, you start noticing bodies amongst the trail. Some are numbered and lettered with traditional Pathfinder societymarkings. Some have the distinct markings and weapons of the consortium. Some even look like Ape's, but also look like a man. you come into a clearing, and see a figure moving in between what looks to be a great number of bodies, touching them and mUrmuring words, and Crying out in fear and desperation.
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As the carriage comes into view of the battle site, the lone figure pauses and looks up in surprise and at first fear. Obviously male and human looking (no ape features or anything like that), he takes a defensive stance over a body he'd just been ministering to. "Come no closer, Aspis scum!" As he speaks he holds his hands as if were weilding a large, two-handed weapon, though he has no weapons in his hands. In fact he seems to have no weapons on his person, other than a single slim dagger.
His face is streaked with tears and traces of blood, and other than the blood staining his hands and arms, there's something odd... wrong somehow... about his hands. He wears a chain shirt, and that one dagger, but has no other notable belongings or equipment.