Quuroog maintains the gaze, dealing nonlethal damage.
Scratch remains hidden after his missed sting, agitated and wanting to stab again, but Quuroog's vibe is much calmer.
The mite says, "You should sit. We must talk."
"OK, you lay down. That fine."
She searches the bandit for useful or interesting items.
Quuroog claims the thunderstones and the rations. The man's bow, arrows, and sword get dropped off the platform into the bushes below. She picks up the tiny scorpion and speaks soothingly to it.
Gufi attempts to off the fleeing warrior, if it couldn't move faster than 30'. His keen ears had heard mention of a boss, this "Kressel." Who dat?
4 are sleeping, one is unconscious.
Quuroog help Yrralik.
Gufi turns to Colvin. You, me, and your friends take weapons from sleepies afore they wake up. Funny!
Colvin nods to Gufi, "If we have rope we tie them all together?!
Colvin begins disarming the sleeping humans. If there are any other threats Colvin will send his rats after them...
That's funny, too. I got no rope.
Still, it will be funny we watch them run!
Gufi giggles at the prospect, grabbing weapons from sleeping bodies.
Quuroog makes her way to the injured kobold. "Big arrow, huh?"
Yraalik, having crawled over to the slumbering bandits, pops open the potion found on a belt and downs it; combined with the healing he receives from Quuroog, the kobold stands, brushing the dirt from his trousers as he surveys the scene. "Big arrow. Y better. Thank."
Looks hurty. Let's be ready when longshanks wake up. They got no weapons! Hee hee!
Gufi does a little jig, pleased with himself that the shorties outsmarted the humans.
Quuroog frowns, "Ready for what?" Then she remembers, "What about him?" She points at the platform above them.
Derp. Forgot about him. I bet he scared and runs. Hee!
Colvin's Rats vanish from whence they came as the combat ends.
"I can summon more rats to drag that one down to the earth!" Colvin replies to Q.
Colvin heals himself from the injury he sustained in the combat.
CLW
Yraalik looks up at the tree and shrugs, "Y and you talk that one. These?" Y gestures with the butt of his gun to the sleeping folk. "These kill! Stab stab!! SOGGY! Eat!"
Soggy bites one of the sleeping bandits, while Y puts a bullet through the head of another.
Quuroog climbs back up to the platform. She waves for the others to join her.
Once everyone is on the platform (you choose whether you will be where he can see you right away or not) and he's tied up, she will channel to heal, healing her friends and waking up the bandit. I think.
Gufi stands, ready to act if the man tries anything funny.
Y stands beside as well, his deadly musket aimed at the bandit's head.
"You kill our friends. Why? Maybe you die now. Why not?"
"Tell Y why kill friend, or Y kill you!" Shaking his musket, he frowns as the man insults him. "Orc!! Y no smell like Orc!!"
Y snorts, shaking with rage, and throws himself into the bandit, carrying both of them off of the stand; he shoves the bandit to the side as he leaps off the edge, rolling to land on the ground.
Quuroog fast-climbs to the ground. She cuffs the impulsive kobold with a tiny hand. "No! You go! Quuroog ask questions!"
She turns to the bandit and checks for a pulse, binding any open wounds.
"You tell what you know, I heal you. You not tell, I let you hurt."
"Lini and others! You just kill them."
Yeah. U killed 4. Not good.
"And what is a Kressel? What is a Happs?"
You killed our friends. Not good.
"We know you killed them we want to knows why, why did you do it? We wants to know more to but that for sure yes that for sure!!!"
Yes. Be right.
The little mite pokes the prisoner's shoulder where she's pretty sure he's broken a bone. "I can fix. Not if you lie. Not if you don't tell what you know." Poke harder. "What you know? Talk."
Yraalik, since knocking the man from the tree, has been pacing between the bandit and Soggy, who stands a few feet away. He watches, curious, as his companions chat with man, and nods at Quuroog with her aggressive pokes.
Though glad to have some names, Y is still very angry, and slightly confused. Wanting to know more, and not trusting the mite's ministrations to get the job done, he moves next to the captured ruffian, placing one booted claw atop his chest and thrusting barrel of his musket against the man's mouth.
"Big tough man. Can't see in dark? Can feel, yes? Feel metal, taste powder. You remember sounds. You know gun."
Y makes several loud clicks on the metal inlays of the musket with his claw. "I pull back gun. You tell us everything. Or Y pull trigger instead. Now-", with a firm step on the man's chest, Y inches the barrel off his mouth, giving him space to speak, "You tell Y why you kill "heroes." You tell Y who Kressel and Happs be. You tell Y where Kressel and Happs be. Yes?"
Is he lying? Sense Motive .
"Not sure if he is lying friends. Maybe I eat his brains gain knowledge?" Bluff .
Gufi goes through the stuff, looking for the papers.
Yraalik hisses at the bandit, remaining in his post above the prone man as Gufi sorts through the wagon.
Soggy, meanwhile, has been getting his belly filled with flesh from one of the fallen, and meanders to Y, emitting an awkward sound that might be interpreted as a purr. Y scratches his "pet" behind the ears as he pokes the bandit with his gun.
"Soggy still hungry..."
"Where Kressel? What is Staglord?"
Colvin removes his Everburning Torch from his backpack and shines it in the bandits face, "What is in bottles?"
The goblin is sure the papers are genuine. He sees new possibilities. The ones who died weren't lying. Their commission is now ours.
We must extirpate the wrong, and maintain amity among our folk. I will help as I can.
"you thought wrong! Should we eat him now while he is still fresh???" Colvin grins.
"Maybe I won't eat you if you tell us what is in bottles eh?" Colvin asks his tail twitching in anticipation.
Yraalik was scant seconds away from smashing the bandit with the butt of his musket; he stopped mid-motion, moving the gun to his side and staring at Gufi. The language the Goblin spoke in was hardly Y's first, and though the vocabulary escaped him, Gufi's demeanor gave something away.
"Gufi...what you find in wagon? Is what Y think?"
Leaving Soggy and the others to intimidate the bandit, the Kobold made his way to Gufi and the papers he held. Extending a clawed hand, Y glanced over the documents, and, nodding with increasing vigor, passed them back to Gufi with a grin.
"We need speak with Chiefs. Kree-sul and Appsss not important now."
Spinning back to the bandit, Y pointed his gun at him once again, and shouted. "You! Drive wagon for us. We take bottles, we take horses, we take wagon. We no take you. Yes?"
Gufi grabs a bottle and opens it, and takes a big swig.
I like that. What is it?
He takes another sip, and shows no sign of wanting to share.