randall793's Three Days to Kill

Game Master randall793

G1 charged Betony and Thistledown and is currently at AG11

Sorry, missed that...REDO ROUND 20. That is a shame, it would have been epic! ;-)

Dieredon draws his bow as he stands and fires at G1 currently in melee with the Brambleknight.

LB Favored Enemy ATT: 1d20 + 5 - 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 - 4 + 2 + 1 = 13
LB Favored Enemy DAM: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Wesh with a burst of speeed moves behind the last guardsmen and getting into posisition to get a flank on him and swing with his morningstar. Wesh says "Just one more good hit and tihs is over".

move Ag10 and then attack with flanking and bless
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
damage
1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

I have looked at the most recent map (Round 19) and I have no idea what is the situation. I must admit that I tried to go through the previous posts to reconstruct the movements, but your use of coordinates as abbreviations for opponents made it all the more confusing. I will wait till the combat ends or the map has been policed.

Wesh brings down the last resistant enemy with a well placed swing.

What's the next move? There an escaping xbowman headed East, otherwise only the dying are left.

If the fleeing crossbowman is still within range of the Long Bow (110') then I will definitely take a pot shot at his back.

LB Fav Enemy ATT: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 10
LB Fav Enemy DAM: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Dieredon misses the sole remaining fleeing foe, and he yells out to the Brambleknight, Betony, can you chase him down?

Eyes following the ranger's shot, Skane curses the elf's bad luck "Tough shot alfur... the Brambleknight will run him down nei..."

A bloodied and tired Skane will then sit upon the nearest body of a foe and light up his pipe...

"Heads of the dead and march the living back to camp sound a plan?" he questions to no-one in particular.

Maybe we should bind and heal the body of the Leader so that we can interrogate the bastard.

The X-bowman had to have withdrawn, so just a double move away. We can charge after and attack if he doesn't surrender.

"We can catch him." The Brambleknight sets off in pursuit.

As they close on him, "Give it up, you can't out run us. You can give up, or be breakfast for my wolf."

If he continues, he will be run down

Mulling Dieredon's words, Skane nods slowly as he blows a jet of light smoke;

Perhaps we should stake him out face down first... Nothing loosens a man's tongue more than the threat of the blóð örn nei Bjorn?

Excellent! It looks like the Brambleknight has things in order with the runaway. Let's gather together all of those requiring healing and the Leader, after binding him face down per Solomon's instructions, so that Wesh can focus his blessings.

The still severely injured Dieredon asks for assistance in binding and moving the fallen leader clear of the remaining combatants.

As Betony hails the runner, he looks over his shoulder and seems to double his efforts. Alas, Thistledown nips him in the ankle and he falls head over heels. Resigned he raises his hands in surrender.

As the din of battle finally ceases, you survey your surroundings. You can see the bridge not far ahead of you, dimly lit up by the starry night and a well placed torch. A dirt path is seen just before the bridge and the trail runs into the copse of trees.

A brazier sits close at the apex of the battle, alongside a sturdy wooden bench.

Quick shallow breathing could be heard from the fallen strewn along the dirt path.

Ahead you could see the brambleknight shepherding the runaway crossbowman, hands on his head.

Wesh - Can you please bless those of us that require it with healing prayers? We can gather here, just outside the fire, in the clearing.

We will of course bring Rianna over as well, as she is unconscious

Wesh, if you wish to channel, please roll. Indicate to whom you're channeling and if anyone wants to make heal checks, to roll and to whom they are rolling for.

Wesh asks "where is Ash?" and wants to move everyone over to the bodies. Wesh then says "if you want healing lets us move to the west a little we do not want any more suprises of the bandits getting back up." Wesh then respectuflly moves Rainna body back towards the west a little and wants Bjorn and Dierdron and skane in as well.

Channel every allie except bramblekinght as whe is off and birngs Rianna over.
1d6 ⇒ 6

Skane trudges wearily over to receive his healing from Wesh... and feels completely rejuvinated afterwards.

"My thanks Prestur Wesh, you fought well today... the butterfly can be a nightmare as well as a dream nei?"

The big Northman then shakes out his previously battered limbs and strolls back towards the bodies of the living and dead alike with a dark look in his eyes...

If anyone wants to stabilize the leader, try a heal check.
A quick survey of the fallen reveals an unconscious half-orc axeman, 7 unconscious humans and a deteriorating human leader. Rounding up the gear afterwards..

Next move?

@randall does Rianna get up?

Wesh then moves to try to stabilize the leader.

healcheck
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Next move? Being realistic there's way too many bandits to escort or carry back (they'd outnumber us for one if we did). Skane will be in favour of executing and taking heads as trophies - if one or two live they can verify the identities of the skull-cups ;)

Skane stands over the bound leader as Wesh tends to him.

"Well brave Prestur - does the bastarður still live?"

Skane brushes his blood sprayed hair back and smiles...

"In that I mean is he up for some polite conversation?"

Beckoning over to his fellow Northman, he draws one of his wicked daggers and bids Wesh move aside;

"Bróðir , öxl konungur rotta lifa á , hótun af blóð örn hans tunga öxl vera lausleiki nei?"

The leader breathes a little easier after Wesh's efforts although he remains unconscious.

Skane, you asnd Bjorn should try to get out of the leader any information that you can about their operations, and if they have a base of some sorts. Also, see if they have any connection to Deeptown. In the meanwhile, I agree with you, and we should execute the remaining bandits. I do not want them at my back.

Wesh, thank you very much for the blessing, friend.

The Bramble Knight brings in their quarry. "Eww..did you hear that Mister Bandit? My friends mean to put down your friends...and maybe even you...unless, of course, you have a means to transport your friends...Do you have a wagon or horses. Now we don't want that right? You want to save your friends right? And save yourself, right?"

Sort of a threat there by the others, but I hope to offer him a chance to avoid this fate.
Diplomacy ->1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"The..the campsite..follow the path..you may find what you need there.." the man stutters as speaks, gesturing Betony to the copse of trees.

Wesh, I think that with a little more healing, we may be able to take a run at the campsite, especially if Countless can get some numbers out of the Leader.

Thanks to last week's training, I actually had a Saturday off and, wait for it, actually did some face to face gaming! It's not a myth! It's actually real! It does exist. Now I'm back to all of my fellow imaginary friends here and ready to once more forget how to speak english. =P

Rising up to join the others around the godi, Bjorn feels a little better. Looking up at Skane's words, he replies, 'Já, bróðir, við vilja gráta á fegurð af hans orð hvenær hann byrja til syngja fyrir okkur.'

So saying, he joins Skane in helping to convince the bandit leader to share the majesty of his hauntingly beautiful voice for the pleasure of all assembled.

Skane scowls down at the unconcious leader: "We cannot make him sing if he still sleeps... Bróðir can you or Prestur Wesh wake him with magicks?"

He stands stroking his beard in frustration, then gestures towards the Betony and her captive.

"If not, then perhaps the Brambleknight's catch will spill his guts on any foes still left..."

Bjorn looks over to Skane. 'Minn galdur í dag eini af hjálp til sjón, skapa eldur eða bráðabirgða- kjálki af óákveðinn greinir í ensku dýr fleiri öflugur. Öxl ÉG heimsækja náttúran, ÉG geta boða á sinn fund a vera til okkur en ÉG gera ekki hugsa þessi vilja gagn this stykki af skítur.' Shrugging his shoulders, he moves over to the debilitated bard.

'Hvers vegna gera þú réttlátur ljúga there kona? Ef þú vildi rúm a sannur norður, þú verða vera sterkur en þú útlit. Þú ert pínulítill, svo þú verða hafa a mikill andi til jafningi a kona af the fjörður.'

Wesh, apparently we all definitely need another blessing, if you are able. I am aware that they are not limitless.

Skane shakes his head; "Mine wounds are healed. Perhaps best leave this dog to wake in time?"

He grins at his oar-brothers comments "Ef til vill okkar sígauni stúlka vildi hafa óákveðinn greinir í ensku jörð rúm , en hluti þinn furs bróðir! Har-har-har!

Sheathing his dagger, he then strides away from the unconcious leader towards the Brambleknight and her captive...

Wesh being nagged for me healing let out another burst of more energy.

channel
1d6 ⇒ 6

Rianna coughs, spits blood from her mouth and curses in Shoanti. Getting her bearings, she sits up and looks at the crowd gathered around. Rianna stands up, walks over to the guardsman who brought her down and kicks him in the side. "Infestate cu purici câine" Rianna walks over to Welsh and gives him a hug, "Thank you gentle cleric. You have saved my life." Rianna then turns her attention to Bjorn, walking up to the large northman, standing defiantly in front of him, her head not even reaching his shoulders, she looks him in the eye, "Ef ég vildi Barbarian fyrir manninn, gæti ég haft val mitt frá Shoanti ættkvíslir. Ef þú vilt að sofa mér northerner, verður þú að sanna að þú ert meira en bara skepna."

Looking down at the little gypsy and hearing the steel in her voice, Bjorn smiles widely. 'Ef til vill þú gera hafa sumir andi eftir allt saman. Velkominn bak, minn pínulítill kólibrífugl.'

So saying, he grabs Rianna up in a hug fully worthy of his namesake. 'Koma! Láta okkur fá drukkinn á mjöður og öl og þá láta okkur fá drukkinn á einn annar.'

Welcome back Rianna. After watching Bjorn embrace her, Dieredon simply rolls his eyes...

Countless, can we get back to the interrogation? We need to make some decisions. We are expected back at an undefended caravan.

I am a little foggy on this...is somebody designated as the keeper/tracker of the loot we accumulate?

Skane nods his head in agreeement with the alfur..."Aye. Reckon we squeeze the Brambleknight's captive a little more - see what comes out?"

The big Viking walks up to the trembling bandit; hefting him to his feet:

This... camp site... any more o' you left there? Tell all you know dog for time, like my patience, is short and we have business elsewhere...

He bellows the demand in belligerent Common.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

@Dieredon: Rianna's got a loot sheet attached to her character sheet.

The bandit's eye dart furtively left and right, assessing the situation. You could see him mentally adding up before resignedly saying No...they're all here..

Skane scowls at the bandit - trying to see untruths in the man's eyes;

Untrained Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5

"Bah! I am no judge of a man's heart! My own is black with war and past deeds..."

Frustrated he starts towards the campsite, notched axe and battered shield once again in hand. He pauses still scowling, gesturing towards his fellow Northman and barks at him in Skald:

"Björn! Hvenær þú ljúka við dans til hunangssætur orð koma finna mig. ÉG hátta veiði gleðispillir af stríð."

If you are going to investigate the campsite, then I will join you Countless.

Dieredon draws his Elven Curveblade and follows Skane to the bandit campsite. He yells back over his shoulder.

It does not matter who joins us as long as someone stays here to guard the prisoners.

Letting her go, Bjorn pats Rianna on the head. 'Þú öxl dvöl og horfa á þessir dogs. Þú virðast til hugsa þeir öxl dvöl lifandi. Mig, ÉG gera ekki eins og hlutdeild minn fæða með lík of heimskur til vita þeir öxl vera dauður.'

Grabbing up his scythe, Bjorn catches up Skane. 'Skäne Ingvârssonn! Láta okkur blóðugur okkar blað einu sinni fleiri! Í kvöld valkyrie gera líta niður á á okkur ; þeirra augsýn skær með stolt á dauði við uppskera. Gefa lofa fyrir við mega enn verða einherjar!'

Skane, Dieredon and Bjorn is going. Formation order please and perception rolls. Any of you bringing a light? It's starlit night dark on the path.

Wesh sense the motive to see if the leader is lying and then after that wants to see where Skane Bjorn and dierdron are going.

Wesh says "Rianna watch over the prisoners I am going to make sure they do not get hurt."
sense motive
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Hold on a second, Countless. Apparently Wesh is going to join us. Do either of you Northmen have a light source? If not, I have a sunrod that we can use.

Dieredon awaits Wesh, and they file in line two-by-two behind the Northmen.

Wesh, do you have the ability to light our way?

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Skane's black mood lightens at his fellow Northman's words and he cracks a smile and nods his head in agreement as he walks towards the bandit camp:

"Já minn bróðir. Láta okkur greiðist af viðtakanda okkar varúlfur gylla og efstu svalir guð almáttugur viljugur koma með okkur fleiri rauður hönd dýrð. Ha Einherjar örugglega!"

"Nei Alfur - I have a sunrod...(cracks the sunrod alight and holds it his shield hand)"...we might have need of your curveblade and the Bear's scythe. I shall carry the light. Prestur Wesh do you also wish a sól stafur?"

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 14

"I will stay with Rianna, but send back word if the camp is clear. I will then hustle back to our camp so we have some presence there as well."

Betony will retrieve 'Nettle' from where she dropped it.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11

Yelling out to the men leaving the battle, "Don't take too long, we wouldn't want you boys getting lost."

Rianna goes through the bandits one-by-one and makes sure that they are all tied tight. "Wouldn't want anyone getting any ideas of running."

"Well Betony, looks like the boys have left us GIRLS to do their dirty work. How about we keep each of these bandits separated by at least 10 feet. Make it harder for them to communicate. Make sure Thistledown keeps a close eye on the ones that are awake. I'm sure he can pick up on movement better than I can."

Rianna begins humming a soft tune and casts a spell, prestidigitation, cleaning her clothes and freshening up. Rianna then glides over to the one bandit that Betony let live. "Care to tell me any more about your little group here? I'm sure we could arrange for some leniency if you talk now. Who's your leader? Do you know who Lucien is? Speak up now, save your skin while you can."

Wesh replies to dierdron "No I do not have an ability to make a light right now."

perception
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

"Here Prestur - some light for you" Skane hands Wesh his sun-rod, the stops to retrieve another from his pack.

Quickly cracking the sól stafur alite, he rejoins his fellow guardsmen...

So its the Northmen up front followed by Dieredon and Wesh? If Wesh takes a sun-rod from me, that's a light source in each rank held by the shield bearers - should be ample should we have to split ranks.