The bandits were loading up their horses full force now, joking amongst themselves and being generally greedy and crude.
And then, once all of them were at the benches at the same time, Oleg says rather loudly, "Must be a good day ta be a scoundrel," much to the confusion of the bandits.
"Yes, this is going perfectly!" Oomlowt thought to himself. "Soon we shall murder these dreadful louts, prove our worth to our new friends, and collect several shinies! Wait, no, monies! Err, gold! Darn it Oomlowt, you're a linguist! A dashing and charming intellectual like you should be able to remember the correct name of the humans' currency!"
The kobold stroked his dog's fur for comfort, eliciting a low, happy whine from his faithful hound. "It'll be alright. I've mastered language, made friends, found a good job, and best of all, I have the dog now! This plan is going to go off without a hitch and things are finally going to be perfect forever. Everything is turning out splendid and nothing could possibly go wrong!"
Oomlowt prepares to fire!
Roll initiative:
Why had one of the bandits raised their voice? Gird shifted, and slowly edged her way into the fort, taking great care not to step on any twigs or other noise causing debris.
Stealth check: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19
This time Garhan could hear it loudly. That was Oleg's signal!
The tiefling sprung up, all worked up, and sqeezed his sling harder than neccessary, ready to use it. Garhan walked to the door, trying to be as unnoticeable as he could be when he was all worked up. The tiefling took aim, realising the bandits where a bit further away than he had thought, but he still had a good aim at them. He thought about announcing himself with a battlecry for a millisecond, realised this was supposed to be an ambush, and instead just spun his sling, fiering at the bandit closest to him.
Sling shoots! The bullet tries really hard to hit!
Initiative check
Oomlowt fires his crossbow at the bandit on square N16!
initiative roll:
1d20 + 2 --> (17) + 0 = 17
Gird:
Gird moves stealthily towards the open door, and doesn't appear to attract any attention.
Oomlowt:
Oomlowt steadies his bow and fires, skewering the rough man in the ribcage! The man coughs a bit in surprise at this sudden wound!
Garhan:
Garhan moves into the doorway, and in his excitement, fumbles his sling, causing the bullet to sail off into the distance.
Woden:
Initiative Check:
Looking on with a calm concentration Woden pulls taught his bowstring, and let's loose all the fury he can muster on the Bandit on O16!
Attack: Damage:
His arrow sails true and pegs his target right in his offensively raised hand.
Bandit Initiative:
Happs Bydon Initiative:
Bandits:
The three thugs are all completely taken aback by this sudden turn of events, with those wounded clutching numbly at the offending items.
Happs Bydon:
Happs is likewise dumbfounded.
Gird
Happs Bydon
Bandits
Oomlowt
Garhan
Woden
Gird watched as the crossbow bolt embedded its the bandit. Oh, this means I have backup!
Quickly, she hurried to behind the wagon, where she could surprise the bandits when they moved to attack those in the barn.
Gird moves to R13.
Garhan breathed in with a hissing sound, biting his lip. He missed..! Now the witch just hoped this kind of rookie mistake wouldn't cost him his life at the end..!
Quickly trying to regain his composure, Garhan tries to shoot the same bandit with his sling again.
"Holy hell, right in the ribs!" Oomlowt was overjoyed at the sight of his wounded enemy! If he and his companions kept up at this pace, these bandits would be slaughtered in no time!
"Did you see that, Woofles?" the kobold whispered to his dog. "What a fine hit! A very palpable hit!" Oomlowt quickly reloaded his crossbow and took aim at the same bandit. "Let's see if I can hit his human cloaca!"
Attack (Crossbow):
Happs Attack Roll:
Happs Damage Roll:
Gird:
Gird slinks behind the wheelbarrow, and readies herself for combat
Happs Bydon:
Happs pulls out his bow and takes aim, before firing upon that hated elf, his arrow hitting home, right in the Elf's upper chest! The man smiled cruelly, seeing the awful creature in such pain.
Bandits:
Two of the Bandits pull out their short swords, two of them moving in on the barn, with another moving closer to Happs.
Oomlowt:
Oomlowt turns from cooing to his dog, before he fires his crossbow at the Bandits again. Unfortunately, between his distraction and the Bandits' movement he misses.
Garhan:
Garhan quickly chastises himself for fumbling, before reloading his sling and taking another shot at the Bandit, hitting her right in the forehead!
Woden:
Woden breathes out and fires another arrow, this time at the ugly man who had just fired upon him.
Attack: Damage:
Unfortunately, his grievous wound put his aim off, and his arrow flies wildly off course.
In the midst of all of this, Oleg runs off into his house.
Seeing the bandits approach the door, Gird races out from behind the wagon and attacks the bandit closest to her with her long sword!
Ia Ia Erastil f'tang!
tl;dr: Gird attacks bandit2
Attack roll: 1d20 (13) + 5 (18) +0 = 18
Longsword roll: 1d8 + 4 (11) +0 = 11
Cursing his foul aim, Oomlowt reloads his crossbow and hides beneath the hay, waiting to see what would happen next.
Perception check:
Stealth check:
As Garhan's bullet hits, the tiefling's face turns into a proud smile. Yes! It hit! Yes!!
The witch is about to start one of his mental victory dances, but as the bandits move closer, Garhan decides not to spend time dancing, and instead charges at the closest bandit. Without thinking much.
"Oooooaaaaaaaah!!"
Garhan raises his trustworthy quartestaff, trying to hit the bandit with all his - questionable - might!
Happs Attack:
Happs Damage:
Bandit1 Attack:
Bandit1 Damage:
Bandit2 Perception:
Gird:
Giving a mighty, if questionable, battle-cry, Gird charges in and with one swing of her Longsword lops off the head of the Bandit nearest Happs, splattering his face with hot blood.
Happs Bydon:
Happs turns wildly, and fires his Longbow hastily at Gird, managing to fumble an arrow into her shoulder!
Bandits:
Bandit1 rushes into the stables, a wicked smile promising pain to the man who harmed her, but her sword apparently has different ideas, and her swing goes too far, even as Garhan hastily ducks out of the way.
Bandit2 meanwhile rushes with his comrade, and looks around for the weed that pegged him before. However, when he can only see his companion accosting the man with the sling, he lowers his sword in confusion, gazing around in an attempt to find the second "gunman."
All he finds is blood dribbling into his pants.
Oomlowt:
Oomlowt hunkers down in the hay, looking on as a very vexed Bandit stand in the doorway, a stupid, dumbfounded expression on his face.
Garhan:
Garhan screams, and with a loud crack, hits his attacker across the face with his staff, causing her stumble ever so slightly!
Woden:
Woden shakes his head, and takes aim again. He didn't want his companions to think him weak, especially not with that new woman in the armor around.
Attack: Damage:
Unfortunately, he misses again. Perhaps he was getting ahead of himself thinking about the Half-Orc?
A laugh of surprise escapes from Garhan's lips as he manages to dodge the bandit's sword AND hit her succesfully in a row! The tiefling grins by himself, this success feels good!
"Haa! Haaa! Orraaaa!"
With these... Unique battle cries, Garhan raises his quartestaff again, trying to hit the same bandit again, hoping his good luck lasts.
Gird winced as the arrow punctured her shoulder, but let out another battle cry and slashed at the enemy ranger.
tl;dr: Gird attacks Happs with her longsword
You whoreson pig a****** f***! I'll do you for that!
Attack roll: 120 (11) +5 (16) +0 = 16
Longsword: 1d8 (4) +1 (5) +0 = 5
Oomlowt's mind was racing. This was too intense! They were in the barn, and his squishy body couldn't take a lot of punishment! If he was smart, he would stay in his hay pile and hide until they killed the witch and left, just like his mother told him to do when he was a hatchling. Yet something else in him - a small, soft spoken, yet incredibly forceful little voice - insisted that would be wrong. The witch was nice and had paid him a compliment. It would be...
Wrong?
It was a foreign concept, especially since kobold culture taught him to think the opposite. Letting stupid non-kobolds die horribly was always a good thing! Especially if you caused the death! Putting yourself at risk for their sake wasn't only stupid and reckless, it was a betrayal of kobold values! If he was a good kobold, he'd let them die.
He groaned softly at the dilemna, bit his scaly lip, and fired his crossbow. "I never was good at being a kobold anyway," he thought as the prospect of his almost surely iminent demise sunk it.
Oomlowt fires his crossbow at the bandit on O10!
Attack [Crossbow]:
Happs Attack Roll:
Happs Damage Roll:
Bandit2 Perception:
Gird:
Gird seethed with such fury, that it became obvious she would have made a fantastic barbarian. Rushing in, her Sword swinging and her teeth bared in a rage, making a pretty impressive upswing on the offending man.
Happs Bydon:
Happs couldn't use his Longbow at this Range, and he knew it, so he started to backpedal, his bow out, before firing again, yelling in insult at the Half-Orc, "Hah! You're calling me a whoreson? Look at yourself you bastard child of a slave and a brute! What are you supposed to be anyway? A knight? Pfffthahaha!"
However, his arrow misses, taking away considerably from his insult.
Bandits:
Bandit1 shrieks, and begins to stumble away, clutching her head, doubled over in pain.
Meanwhile, Bandit2 begins to search for his quarry in earnest, moving towards the stables. Looking in, he is met with the sight of a goat staring daggers at him from a corner. He coughs, clutching his side, which makes the goat shake her head. The Bandit sniffs and smells something vaguely reminiscent of wine.
Bandit3 is dead.
Oomlowt:
Oomlowt comes out of his ethical debate determined to help the Tiefling who showed him kindness, poking his crossbow through the hay and firing, to no avail, however.
Garhan:
Garhan whoops, as he leaps at the Bandit near his beloved Calanthe, although he swings a bit too wildly and misses.
Woden:
Woden shakes his head. Maybe his aim was being thrown off by blood loss? He prepares to take aim at the man again, only to find him moving behind a building, where he could not be sniped. Woden curses himself, before seeing a much easier target, a moaning, screaming bandit woman. He lowers his bow and fires!
Attack: Damage:
His arrow slices through the air and pegs the Bandit right in the skull, dropping the moaning woman instantly.
Oomlowt popped out of his hiding place and fired at the remaining bandit again, knowing that he'd pretty much blown his cover anyway.
Garhan tried to regain his composure after his attack missed; he'd swung the staff so hard he almost tripped over when the hit missed. Though the bandit obviously wasn't interested in attacking Calanthe, who was anyway somewhat protected by the small door of the pen, just the fact that the bandit was close to Garhan's beloved friend, familiar and mentor had the witch somewhat nervous.
Regaining his balance, Garhan readied his staff high up above his head, and swung it down at the bandit with all his might.
"Rrraaaaah!"
Calanthe grunts by herself, annoyed about the fact that the fighting has moved inside the stables. Her head was aching even before her idiot master started yelling right next to her ears...
With extremely dissatisfied noises that should not be translated into Common, the goat moves further away from the battle, to O6, and tries to cover her ears with her hooves.
Seeing the enemy ranger retreating, Gird smiled and raised her shield. With a fearsome HOR-RAAAAAA, she charged after him intending to bowl the man over.
tl;dr: Gird charges Happs with her shield.
1d20 +4 (19) +2 = 21
Woden realised from this vantage point he'd be of no use. He'd need to go to the other side of the building and get down.
Woden then tries to safely climb down, despite his grievous wound.
Bandit2 Attack Roll:
Bandit2 Damage Roll:
Dead Bandit2's Combat Maneuver Check:
Gird:
Gird rushes the man, knocking him prone with little trouble, screaming into his face all the while.
Happs Bydon:
Happs is now prone, and he does not appreciate it one bit. He is fighting against the pinning force of Gird, and spitting at her all in attempt to break free, his bow knocked form his hand by the impact.
Bandits:
Bandit2 turns towards the foolhardy man who dared attack him and stabs with his sword, plunging it deep in the man's stomach.
He smiles cruelly as he twists the sword.
Oomlowt:
Oomlowt leaps from hiding and in a very Kobold-like fashion fires a Crossbow at the Bandit's back, planting the bolt deep in the man's flesh, dropping him like a stone right into Garhan's waiting staff...
Garhan:
Which misses anyway, leaving Garhan pinned under the man's dead body, clutching at the sword still buried in his belly.
Woden:
Woden clambers down the side of the building, and winces a bit as he hits the ground.
This is just one of those days, isn't it?
"Gah-"
With all his swinging around, Garhan seemed to have totally forgotten that the bandit was an actual man capable of actions too, not just some dummy he could swing with his staff as much as he wanted.
Oomlowt's arrow was so fast Garhan didn't even realise the sword had plunged into his gut before he found himself under the dead bandit. But as he realised these both at a time, it didn't make the pain of being stabbed and crushed at the same time any more pleasant, especially now that the bandit's dead weight was pushing the sword even deeper into his stomach.
"Aaaaaaaaa! Oh dear Erastil! Aaaaaaaa!"
The tiefling was screaming more out of the surprise of being stabbed than the actual pain. ...Though, the actual pain was pretty bad too.
Panicing, Garhan tries to free himself and kick the dead man away from himself.
Strength check -
Calanthe was not pleased at all about the screaming... Though, she did not like the tone of Garhan's screams.
The goat got up and walked out the pen... Only to see her master crushed under a bandit with an arrow on his back.
"Hold on chum!" Oomlowt called as he scurried to Garhan's side. "I'll get that scoundrel off you in just a second!"
"Ok, alright," Oomlowt said as he assessed his groaning, bleeding ally's situation under the dead bandit. "Right, ok, so... ok... I don't think I can lift this guy." The kobold paced back and forth for a moment. "Oh man, oh gog, oh jeez... think think think... Wait, I've got it!"
Oomlowt rifles through the bandit's body looking for shinies. "I'll take some of the excess weight off him, and then he'll be easier to lift off you! Don't worry old sport, I'll have this corpse off you in a jiffy!"
Staring down at the man whose arrow was sticking out of her shoulder, Gird smiled evilly. Hey pretty boy, you wanna say that again? Not waiting for a reply, she attempts to stab him through the heart.
tl;dr: Gird tries to stab Happs.
Attack roll:
"This day just keeps getting better and better doesn't it?" Woden states as he clutches his wound. "Hopefully I could flank that last bandit, maybe help out that rather lovely Half-Or-No! Focus on the now Woden."
Woden trudges behind the building, having to stop to catch his breath. The elf hopes he can flank the bandit in time, and not miss out on the action.
Happs Combat Maneuver Roll:
Gird:
Gird taunts the man pinned beneath her and brings her sword down, only for him to squirm away just in time.
Happs Bydon:
Happs starts to squirm even more, attempting to wiggle and kick his way free.
Gird is unrelenting, and he simply cannot escape.
Bandits:
Are all dead, and are therefore, preoccupied.
Being dead.
Oomlowt:
Oomlowt finds 10 gp and some trail rations while rifling through the Bandit's pockets.
Success, he is one step closer to saving his Tiefling comrade!
Garhan:
Garhan just barely manages to lop the bandit off of him, as Oomlowt jumps out of the way of the corpse.
Now he's just got to deal with the short sword plunged in his body...
Woden:
Wow, that wound smarts, oh well, at least you're making some pretty good time to help out that bootyful Half-Orc.
Gird snarls, then tries to stab him again. Feeling that wordplay isn't her forte, she simply snarls and says "Just die, would you? Do the world a f****** favor and let me stab you!
tl;dr: Girds tries to stab him again.
Garhan breathed heavily. At least he got the bandit off himself... But the sword still didn't feel good in his stomach at all. The tiefling tried to calm himself down, not trying to look at the sword, he directed his eyes at Oomlowt.
"I-it's OK... Really, it's OK... I-I'm sorry I yelled", the tiefling mumbled, trying to take in deep breaths.
"I was just... S-surprised."
Garhan didn't really want to touch the sword plunged somewhere in his insides, because he knew from experience removing the blade would also allow more blood out, but if he wanted to try to repair some tissue and seal some wounds, it wouldn't be smart to leave the sword there, either.
Keeping his eyes off the weapon, Garhan reached for the hilt with his hand, and swiftly pulled the sword off. He threw the blade away and placed his hand on the wound, using the skills Calanthe tought him to heal the wound.
Hex - Healing
Calanthe let out a dissatisfied sound as she had to step aside to dodge the sword Garhan threw away. Not that it was a flying blade of death in any way, but the goat still didn't want the get hit in the ankles by the weight of the sword.
The goat watches her student with contemplative eyes.
"It's quite alright!" Oomlowt said with a nervous chuckle. "Everyone yells when they get stabbed. It's completely normal."
Oomlowt looked around the barn. At least one of the bandits was dead, which was good, but he hadn't seen what happened to the other three. For all he knew they were still in danger. The kobold casually reloaded his bow and swiveled to face the door of the barn.
"So you can heal yourself with magic, eh?" the kobold said in an attempt to calm Garhan with casual conversation. "That's a pretty useful skill." He pointed his crossbow at the door and tried to see and hear as much as he could from the outside world.
Woden steels himself to get behind the final bandit, though he's not absolutely what he could accomplish at this point. That is when inspiration hits him, and hopefully a way to impress the half-orc while he's at it.
As Woden finally gets behind the bandit, he comes up with an incredible idea that will either be brilliant or possibly kill him. Love makes you do crazy things I suppose.
Gird:
Gird continues to prove she would have made a capable barbarian, and completely loses it, smashing her sword into Happs's head many times, dark blood splattering all over her face and arms.
Happs Bydon:
Happs cannot do anything this Round, he is dead.
Bandits:
So are the bandits.
Their parents must be proud.
Oomlowt:
Oomlowt notices a couple dead bandits on the ground in front of him, and can barely hear the sound of anger coming from somewhere.
But that's it.
Garhan:
Garhan feels a bit better, and the magic of the Hex has healed the worst of his wound, but it's still tender.
He had seen better days.
Woden:
Woden heroically blunders right into Gird successfully pinning her to the ground, much to her protest.
What is a bleeding elf doing on top of her? Is he an enemy? Gird prepares to stab him, but notices his wound and lack of weaponry. Combined with the elf's confused expression, Gird concludes that the elf might be an ally. Shoving him off her with as much force as possible, she bears her sword, pointing it at the elf's throat.
Who the f*** are you?
Gird also sneaks a glance towards the barn. Did one of the bandits go inside? Was her potential ally (allies?) in danger?
"Well Garhan, it seems to me our enemies are mostly dead or wounded," Oomlowt said as he lowered his crossbow. "Do you feel up to scouting the area with me, or do you need to rest a bit? We should probably check on Woden too... though he seems pretty capable. He probably had an easier time with this than we did!"
"Y-yeah... This is a little something Calanthe taught me", Garhan answered to Oomlowt's question about his "healing magic".
Though still in pain, Garhan is relieved he's not bleeding anyway. The tiefling reaches for his staff - which fell to the ground when he was attacked - and with the help of the staff gets up, slowly.
Garhan has finally been able to slow his breath down to normal levels. Now that immidiate danger of dying is over, Garhan tries to relax a bit.
"Were you hurt anywhere, Oomlowt? Do you need healing?" the tiefling asked, scanning the kobold with his eyes to see injuries or blood.
"I think I can stand up and scout now... It's better than staying down out in the open if there are any more bandits. And I agree, Woden is probably OK, he seemed so... Experienced! But it wouldn't hurt to check up on him."
Calanthe is relieved that Garhan's back on his feet- I mean hooves, but you wouldn't guess it from the goat's face.
Now that she had already been disturbed in her hangover and forced to get back on her fee- hooves, she might as well make herself useful.
Calanthe moves to check if Woofles is still in one piece in his hiding place.
Woden is thrown harshly to the ground and winces in pain, his face changes from pain to pure terror as the blade is shoved in front of his face.
"Oh goodness I am so sorry!" Woden pleads, still clutching his wound. "I sincerely did not mean to do that. I was attempting to pin the bandit, but you finished him before I could...Oh gods."
Extremely embarrassed, and terrified, Woden's face glows a nice hint of red as he clutches his wound in a cold sweat.
"Oh, I'm fit as a fiddle!" Oomlowt said with a smile. "There's nary a scrape on me. You just keep working on that sucking chest wound of yours. Wouldn't want you in anything less than tip top shape!" He squinted his tiny reptilian eyes and peered out the door. "I will need you to accompany me into the outside, though. My eyesight isn't particularly suited to this daylight."
Gird stares down at the elf, noticing the slow spread of blood. Rolling her eyes in disgust, she lowers her sword, and winces, rubbing the area around her shoulder carefully. Offering the elf a hand up, she looks around them. Voice lowered to a hoarse whisper, she says
Get up, pretty boy, we've got work to do. Are there any others to help us out here?
"That's great to hear!" Garhan said happily. The kobold had obviously been smarter, attacking from cover all the time; not that Garhan realised this right now.
"Certainly! Even if I was just stabbed, my eyes should work just fine! Lead the way!"
Now that he wasn't in danger of dying any second now anymore, Garhan's excited attitude started to come back. He had just been in a real fight! Real fight! And even got a cool wound out of that! It was hard not to be excited!
Woden, embarrassed and beaten, takes her hand and is lifted up. Still clutching his wound, he lowers his voice as well.
"My allies are in the building across from where the other bandits were, I saw one go in so I'm a bit worried for their well-being."
"Most excellent, chum!" Oomlowt barked cheerfully. "Let's clean up what's left of these rogues, shall we?"
Oomlowt burst out of the barn with his crossbow thrust forward. He winced in pain as the bright sunlight assaulted his eyes, yet refused to let it wear down his resolve as he shouted "If any of you villains remain alive, surrender now and we shall show mercy!"
Garhan bursts out of the barn as well, following Oomlowt.
"Yes, what he said!"
The tiefling scouts the area with his eyes, but doesn't see Woden, only corpses of two bandits. However, he thinks he can see some sort of movement of shadows behind the building in front of them.
"I... I think I see something! Over there!" Garhan motions at the said direction with his hand, not sure if Oomlowt will see it or not, though.
Hearing, the high, yippy voice, Gird was non-plussed. What sort of creature sounded like that? Turning to look at the elf, she raised her eyebrows.
Friend of yours, pretty boy?
Not waiting for a reply, she steps out from between the two buildings, sword raised cautiously.
Woden sighs with embarrassment and relief.
"Yup, glad to see they could handle their opponent."
Follows behind her, shuffling slowly still clutching his wound.
As the two figures emerge from the shadows, the first thing Garhan sees is a half-orc, holding a sword. This... Is not a happy sight. However, as Woden follows shortly after her, Garhan's face brightens up.
"Woden!"
The tiefling walks to Woden and the half-orc, as fast as he can in his injured state.
"Are you hurt, Woden? And, uh... Who are you, miss?"