Sorval moves forward, grunting at the limitations of the range of her spells.
Not having time to load his sling again.Gotta switch to daggers. Manny full our runs after the target, his hand clasped on the hilt of his short sword
The man gets further and further away.
Being that NPC 1 had been prepping and loading his cross bow this round, he followed after and tried to take a shot at the man before he made it back into the camp, which would be very soon.
Thankfully, the young man managed to peg the would-be alerter, knocking him out with the same poison Ruul had to fight off.
Manny pulls the dud einto the bushes and removes his weapons.
Manny discovers the man was carrying a nicely-hefted longsword, a longbow, and 20 arrows.
You recognize the longsword as being masterworks, and the longbow is made of expensive wood, making it 20 gold more valuable than the next one.
The unnamed rogue grinned at Ruul and pocketed his poison, slipping up behind the beat along with Sorval.
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Going through the walls, one can see a single pavilion to shade or shelter whomever is on watch as well as a tanning rack for skins. Animal skins, by the look of it, though there are a few bits that are rather... dubious.
There is also a currently-unused campfire circle and a large, out-of-place trapdoor-like construction of wood not twenty feet away.
It reeks of carrion.
It is a mass grave full of mutilated corpses in various stages of decay. Or, that is to say, bits of them (mostly heads). Not all are humanoid, but a majority of the mess is. You'd hazard to guess there's about fourteen people in here, altogether.
The cave entrance carries the sounds of people making merry. Merry men, to be exact. It's a decently sized affair compared to the cliff, and there are rocks piled like stairs that lead down to the end of a narrow passage. At the end, one can see the dancing glow of firelight.
This sword is pretty well made, masterwork. The longbow has good woud, I recokn twenty gold more.
This trapdoor just stinks of carrion. Midden?
"Possibly," whispers the unnamed npc. He seems pretty keen on moving forward, though, if his nailbiting is any indication.
Manny is the wind!
Zeltor trudges along behind his companions, after taking a second look at the valuable bow, and glad for being as far away as possible from whatever carrion could be under that trapdoor.
Sorval and the visitor sneak in just after the others, with Ruul being at the fore to peer into the opening at the end of the passage.
There was a larger cavern in the main room sloping downwards, with torches mounted into the sides in all the directions. In the center, six men sit on the ground, drinking from horns and eating what appears to be trail rations.
A woman with wild curly red hair sits on the ground, reading from a journal in a shrill voice whilst the others laugh. One of them is leaning on an oversized horned helmet.
There's an enormous opening to another chamber on the left and two small passages on the right.
The woman stops her reading for a moment as the minotaur missteps.
She peers into the darkness towards the party for a moment, then shakes her head as if she's imagined something and gets back to reading.
I can try to sneak in and stab the woman in the back to silence any spells.
"I will focus my shots on her" - Zeltor nods at his huge companion's suggestion.
Manny does his best impression of a trash can.
Init, when needed.
Manny was able to get into position fifteen feet away from the woman with ease through the shadowy common room,using a bag full of assorted wooden swag as cover.
The woman is absolutely terrified, but Ruul's powerful horns miss.
The journal the redhead was reading falls to the ground in a dramatic clatter.
Someone screams in a girly voice.
Manny darts out and tries finishing off the woman
Suny sits up a little straighter at the noise, "Here...whut's that be?" She asks as she looking around inquisitively.
As agreed, Zeltor unleashes an arrow at the woman.
Between Zeltor and Manny's tender ministrations of pain, the redhead is considerably bloodied, but not out.
Sorval attempts to peg the foes from a distance, but nothing comes of it.
Unnamed NPC attempts to sneak into the chamber after everyone else has left him space, but ends up being spotted anyway.
Fuzzles and Pup scramble to their feet in response to the hubbub in the main chamber.
Pup immediately removes a battle ax from his back and presses himself against the wall by the stairwell, whilst Pup takes two daggers out of his belt and eyes the wall intensely.
The horse kept in this room whines and shakes against its tether.
"Best keep your head down, lass." Hersh murmurs. "Could be intruders, or it could be Matcha's gone wrong."
"Yer jus' gonna kill me anyway!" she screams.
Ruul knocks the woman out cold.
Things are lookin bad fellas! Manny taunts the other men. I reckon you better throw down those weapons.
They don't seem to keen on parleying, judging by the spit lobbed in Manny's direction.
Manny attempts to flip into position so he can flank with Ruul and keep stabbing
Seeing as their opponents do not seem keen on surrendering, Zeltor begins peppering them with arrows.
Zeltor takes one of the fellows down mid-spit.
Manny stabs away rather ineffectivly at another
Sorval begins to chant in an esoteric tongue while bracing her body as if she were blocking with a shield... after a moment; she releases her hand and moves toward the nearest foe...her sword flashing with power.
Breakdown
Standard: Casts Shield (+4 Shield bonus to AC)
Swift: Spends 1 Arcane pool point to give her Rapier a +1 bonus
Move: 30' move toward nearest foe.
"Oh! Let me out? Maybe I can help ye!" She asks excitedly, "Lest ways I can see whut be goin' on." She adds. (^_^)
"Oh, oh! Maybe it's pirates come attackin' ye bandits?"
The foes merely had enough time to re-equip themselves and get up before Sorval joins the fray and moves towards and enemy.
The unnamed young man slinks over to the first opening in the right side of the chamber, loading his crossbow.
"She'd have our hides, lass." Hersh whispers.
"No worries, not like I be doin' nuffin' in here." She cranes her neck at least to try and hear better what's going on 'outside'.