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At Abbas word the 6 in the hole grab the rope. Even though Leftie has not started pulling, it seems doubtful that the horse could pull so many to the surface.
Taedric meanwhile charges the wounded bandit and connects with him again, though the man refuses to fall, he is certainly weakened, and his eyes betray him. He knows it is not much longer unless his luck changes.
Pluchak braces himself beside the pony and looks to Abbas to give the word to begin the extraction.
The dog Harlynn summoned has no easy target and waits for one to approach.
Elinor approaches the fray like one damned. Her intensity causes the enemies that see her to look away. Like one of the furies she is. In a round she will be upon them.
Thurzhan disappears. A shadow on a moonless night, a spark in a furnace or a needle in a freshly threshed field all would be easier to find.
The remaining 4 bandits turn. Their attention is back to the gnome. Swords, boys! the wounded one says and at the command each drops his bow and draws sword and shield, the wounded man drawing back before he follows his own order.
Abbas starts to sing tunelessly. One hand tugs the harness and the other coaxes the horse. Pull Leftie, pull beautiful Leftie. he sings, and the horse. And the horse responds to his voice, though he strains for a moment, Bryndyn and Narnel jump off as they planned, and suddenly Seneca, Harlynn, aidan and Larayn are rocketed to the surface. {ooc]All will need initiative rolls. It is Taedrics turn and then Pluchak, Harlynn, Elinor and Thurzhan. Recently raised characters will integrate in.[/ooc]
Narnel yells up,
Send the rope down again!
Pluchak gathers the rope and throws it back down as Abbas brings Leftie about. Some of those guys didn't have a good enough grip it seemed. It was still much faster than pulling them up one by one.
"Come now, hurry, there might be some for you to kill by the time you get up here." The half orc said loudly into the hole. Now that there were four more up here, the arrows have more immediate concerns.
Taedric wheels Trumps around and calls back in a friendly, even encouraging voice, "Swords? Are you sure? You were doing so well with your bows!" as he brings up the hammer to strike the same man as before. At least with swords, they'll have to step into Trumps reach, and through mine... long weapons are fun...
HP: 16/20
AC 15, Touch 10, Flat-footed 14 (Includes -2 for Charge)
CMD 13
Readied Weapon: Lucerne Hammer +4 (1d10+1) {Reach, Piercing/Bludgeon, Set against Charge}
Position: (Not sure, no coordinates on map)
Trumps:
HP: 24/24
AC 15, Touch 10, Flat-footed 13 (Includes -2 for Charge)
CMD 15 (19 vs trip)
Aidan has to squint to try and make out the bandits in the gloom.
Muttering, Aidan begins to summon a firebeetle near where he hears Taedric's voice, but behind him.
Tkurzhan is more lucky, if you could call it luck. With a roar, the cat erupts from the wilderness with fury in his eyes. Batting aside the rearguard's puny man-claw, he whips his fangs, as long as a man's forearm, into the unfortunate man's neck. Blood sprays in all directions as the man screams and Tkurzhan shakes his head violently.
Pluchak made sure those below had a good grip before helping the pony again. It was slippery up here, and it would be best if it had a little more help, just in case one of them slipped in the mud and gave those below a rough ride. If there were more bandits out there, they would need all the help they could get.
Seneca scrambles up out of the hole, happy to be out of there before anything further took place. He immediately begins looking around to see what is happening on the surface.
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With Aidan whispering words of power behind her, Elinor begins to trace her sword through the air expertly. Her flair for showmanship and martial ability compete and the end result is beautiful and terrifying! All three of the reamaining thugs are clearly affected by the display!
And not that Thurzhan needed his victim distracted, but the terror is only amplified as the great cat surges forward and shakes his victim with little resistance given. It is only through clumsiness that the man slips away at all.
Larayn looks to her comrades and decides to help Abbas and Pluchak.
He looks around and while having never been to school, he knows the math of this situation. Fuc3!! This ain't what I signed on for. he says in a voice quavering in terror, and he withdraws and then attempts to run away.
Now a fire beetle appears on the ground right behind Taedric.
The other 2 are still willing to fight though thier nerve is well shot as well. One bleeds from the administration of the fiendish dog, while the other is as yet unscathed. Both turn thier focus on the dog. A mistake they will not likely recover from. Thier fear causes both of them to be absolutley ineffective in thier attack.
Seneca raises his crossbow and fires a bolt toward the thug already harmed by the dog.
The fiendish war hound continues its assault on the brigands
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Meanwhile Harlynn continues to spam with acid
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If there are any bandits left, and She can do so without getting too far detached from the rest of the group, Elinor will move to the nearest bandit and smite him mightily. She'll also do the best she can to determine if any of them are Jad.
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Turning towards the (so far) unscathed bandit, Taedric smiles and says cheerfully, "I guess you're the next to roll the dice!", and directs Trumps to move in as he brings his Lucerne Hammer down on his new friend.
Taedric winces slightly at his feeble strike, then says conversationally, "Huh, I guess you're the lucky sort."
Tkurzhan runs down the escaping bandit. None escape his wrath, and he has never let a meal get away- certainly not on two legs.
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Seneca's bolt bites flesh, and this combatant can no long deny what is going on. Not a killing blow, but combined with all else, and that in the space of less than a minute you and the others have reduced this team of trained killers to ruin has not escaped his attention.
Abbas and Pluchak struggle to get the others out of the hole. The chaos of the nearby fight might be spooking Leftie.
Taedrics blow comes close to the unscathed man. Too close.
Harlynns hound disappears without connecting, but HArlynn himself lobs acid at the man. The smell of cooking flesh is far less than pleasant, but seeing the man fall is worth it.
That consumate hunter Thurzhan finds his prey with almost no effort. His prey suffers a serious wound and seems to be struggling just to stay standing.
The fire beetle tries to get at the last standing man here. Closer than Taedric but not quite connecting.
Elinor confirms what the last thug knows. More blows too close for comfort. Hers was closer still.
You win, you will get no trouble from me. There are others coming. he babbles in an attempt at self preservation.
Thurzhans target is beyond reason, keeping his hands out defensively, we staggers back from the cat.
Aidan squints at the begging man, knowing much such talk is often simply that. He draws his sling and loads it, to be sure.
Tkurzhan knows no human words, and no human gestures.
Nor, it seems, does he know mercy.
"Ewwwww. Messy. Remind me not to make the pussy cat angry."
Taedric lowers his weapon, "I was right. You are the lucky sort... Now, playing that card won you a brief respite -- but let's see how the whole hand plays out... tell us about these others -- how soon and how many?"
"The last time I didn't hang one of these on the spot, our companion Nicodemus was lost. I say still his lying tongue now and be done with it."
Intimidate (plus any circumstance bonus).
Pluchak pulled on the rope as the horse faltered, with the fellows half raised, it was all he could do to hang on. His blood began to pound in his ears. His fingers grew longer, sharper and harder and his teeth began to elongate. He turned around to face the horse with the rope over his shoulder. A stream of what seemed like some bestial obscenities flies out of his mouth toward the pony.
I could not agree more, my friend. Hey - how about sending down that rope?!?!
Narnel shouts up to the opening.
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While Abbas and Pluchack lower the rope again, Thurzhan makes a mess of the once man.
Now before you all stands the last warrior. "They will be here soon. I am not sure how much longer. We were supposed to make sure the way was clear. There are 2 big men with them, and then a dozen or more men on horse and foot. They have a cart, and I have nothing to do with what is inside! They also have an augurer and there might be some more. I am a conscript and I just want to take care of my family."
He has dropped his sword, and then says almost pleadingly, "What would you charge me to save my family?"
"They pled orphans and widows last time as well. I've got nothing against bairns and wifeys; but I imagine that cart has more dead girls in it. I say we send him to hell so he can tell them to expect Jad in a few hours."
Narnel spreads out his bedroll, and he gathers as much of the sparkly goods as he can, rollong them up into the roll and placing even more in his pack. He turns to Bryndyn.
Ok, I am ready, do you think the rope can hold us both, and all this loot with the bodies of the two girls? Why don't you head up with the bodies, and let that rope down post haste, and I will be right up with the loot. This way you can help pull me up quickly.
Taedric cocks his head at Elinor for a moment and then says, "Surely that's a problem that we can fix with a length of rope? First to tie this man up and prevent him from warning or interfering -- and, if after we do that, it turns out he's lying, to hang him... For the reward of reuniting a family, I'm willing to roll the dice."
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At the mention of Jad, the man turns pale and then flush, anger filling his eyes. "Jad is the cause of my current troubles! I agree to be tied, and will make no trouble, but let me live to preserve my 2 sons and wife. I will tell you what I know and will fight with you, if you wish it, or I will be quiet, and tied. Or we might even flee before they get here if you like! When he says Jad's name he says it like a curse, nearly spitting it.
Ba chóir dúinn le caith díreach tar éis dó síos an poll, uair amháin go bhfuil an téad suas.
"Very big of you to let us tie you up. You can thank master Starfell the rope isn't going straight around your neck. Conscripted by whom, where, and for what? Whose brass paid for yer shiny jack? And why are they slaughtering lassies?
Elinor's tone leaves no doubt that she'd better like the answers she gets.
Harlynn glares at the man a moment and then tries to discern if he is being truthful about the family
sense motive
Common (Taldane): One of the oldest languages still in use in the Inner Sea region, Taldane is also the most widely spoken in the area, and is used as a common tongue.