Bolys draws an arrow out and places it on the bowstring, waiting for the bandits to enter the gates and step into the kill zone.
They enter the building, thought it is hard to see with the rain coming down. The man with the bow fires an arrow, and it lodges in the side of a building..
Where is our stuff?! We will kill your wife Oleg!
Bolys suddenly realized they hadn't figured out a trigger warning to spring the attack. Well, I'll fire an arrow and hopefully everyone else will catch on.
Drawing the arrow back, he let loose a shot at the man who was talking.
From his position behind the guest house, Derren can hardly make out Bolys's shot in the rain. When he finally sees it, he dashes down the alley between the guest house and the trading post's wall, sword in hand, and closes with the bandits.
Derren will try to catch his opponent's blade on his, deflecting it and at the same time ducking under the bandit's guard and delivering a slash at its neck.
Carina thinks she might hear the sounds of battle, and definitely hears angry shouting, so she summons a Celestial Viper and commands it to go sneak up on the angry man who is yelling and bite him, while she herself remains inside the stable for the moment.
Hearing Devon dash forward and a twang from a bow, as well as spotting Carina summon her snake, Pyotr dashes forward towards the closest bandit.
Cyrioul steps around the corner of the barn door, turns his crossbow towards the bandit directly south of his position, and fires.
Cyrioul stays out of the way of the bandits, and chants, "Abadar's blessing be upon us!"
We have been deceived. Kill them. Kill them ALL!
Init Order:
Pytor
Cyrioul+ Bandits
Bowman
Carina
sorry
Darren
Bolys
Growling some, Pyotr's blade flashes forward at the bandit before him. "Down!"
Stepping around his man to try to get between him and the gate, Derren slashes at his opponent. As soon as the slash is finished, his sword returns to a defensive position in front of him.
If he attacks me:
If it blocks it:
Armed with her weapon and shield, Sorry leaves her hiding place, to confront the enemies.
One bandit will attack Darren with his short sword.
one will attack Pyotr
The bow man will fire at Bolys.
The celestial viper that Carina summoned slithers stealthily under the wagon to attempt to bite the angry man with the bow, while Carina herself steps out of the stables into the rain and casts a sleep spell on the man with the bow and the bandit standing near him.
Cyrioul stays out of the way of the bandits, and chants, "Abadar's blessing be upon us!"
As the bowman's arrow whizzes by him, Bolys considers the rain and its effect on accuracy, then tries one more time with his bow.
Bolys grimaces as his arrow again misses the target, and looks at his distance to the ground, wondering if he could jump it to join the fray.
Bolys grins as his arrow hits its mark, and draws another to continue the exchange.
Bolys You hit and its a Critical.
So here is what I think happened. Bolys, with his great judge fired, and the Arrow went through the bowmans through, and out the other end. The arrow is on the ground next to his corpse. Great hit.
Darren between your attack and your Riposte, another one dies.
Pytor cuts into a bandit but does not drop him.
Darrens attack and riposte kills one of then men, and Boly kills the bowman in a single shot.
Cyriol blesses the party, and you all feel some kind of warmth.
The viper does not hurt the man it intended to.
Sorry moves into battle
Pytor
Cyrioul+ Bandits
Bowman
Carina
sorry
Darren
Bolys
Cyrioul raises his crossbow, and lets fly a bolt at the bandit directly south of his position.
Cyrioul raises his crossbow, and lets fly a bolt at the bandit directly south of his position.
Yeah there is one guy asleep and an injured man left. assuming u decide, and its fine if you do, to kill the injured one instead, which would kill him, you are left with the sleeping man.
Your decision.
Carina draws her dagger and goes over to make sure that when the guy she put to sleep wakes up, he doesn't try to run. Once her dagger is pressed against his neck, allowing her to slit it should he try to struggle, she yells over the rain, "Someone get some rope to tie this one up for questioning! And let the Levetons know it's all over."
Bolys climbed down from the wall and walked over to the sleeping bandit, taking out his rope, and bound his arms and legs.
Derren looks at the man who's throat he cut out, his face growing pale. After a moment, he smiles, cleans his blade on the bandit's clothes, and steps over to the group.
"Well, I'd say that went well, all things considered. Pyotr, how'd you fare against your man. Mine never had a chance. Bolys, that was an excellent shot. Is that a survivor? Must be, he's snoring like I've never heard. Well, actually, there was that one tavern-girl..."
It all happened to fast. In an instant, all the bandits were dead, or sleeping, and just a good; Sorry did not need to do anything.
After Carina calls out for someone to tie the man, she opens her bag, removing a rope, and proceeds into tying up the sleeping bandit. He would have a lot to answer for.
With Sorry tying up the bandit, Carina's adrenaline rush abates and she has the presence of mind to order the viper she summoned to go hide somewhere out of the way until it returns to the celestial realm from whence it came. Standing up on wobbly feet, she throws the dagger away from herself and stumbles over to one of the benches to take a seat. "I've never... I..." She starts taking long, deep breaths and tries to center herself as the rain keeps pouring down on her, "I think it might be best if you all deal with the prisoner. I'll go talk to the Levetons and... and help with um... uh..."
She gets back to her feet and heads to the door, "O-oleg? Svetlana? They're dead. The bandits. Could I trouble you for some more wine?"
Cyrioul calls upon Abadar to make his holy symbol shine with the light of a torch, then walks over to Carina and puts a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Come, come, best to get out of the rain, Miss Carina. Justice 'tis not always an easy thing to mete out."
Looking about Oleg's, Bolys said, "Let's carry him into that storage shed. I'd like to interrogate him out of the rain, and if he's unrepentant and we kill him in the barn, it'll likely upset the horses." Bolys hauls him up and begins dragging him to the storage shed.
Oleg comes out. You did well me friends. But must you tie him up? Can't you kill him?
"We're lookin' to get some information from him first. After that, well, we'll see whether he repents or not. It might be the noose or the axe for him in the end. Mind if we interrogate him in that storage shed? I'd rather not get wet while we're about it."
Derren walks over to where Carina is standing, digging out his flask. He takes a quick sip, grimacing. "Not the best, but not the worst. You can have some if you need it, Miss." He hands it over to her before sheathing his sword and inspecting his hat for damage.
Carina accepts the flask offered by Derren and drinks rather deeply, tilting her head back as she does, then hands it back before hugging herself, "I knew um, conceptually what I might have to do out here, but I've never actually, I mean, I watched my dad carry out plenty of executions of criminals when I was little, but that's quite different, you know?" She shakes her head and sighs, looking not at all happy about Oleg's reaction, "He might deserve to die, maybe, but everyone should have a chance at redemption. Even lowlife ruffians who would threaten unspeakable things. I just... would rather not be the one to give him that choice. Does that make me a bad person? A hypocrite?"
You you tie him up and the bandit wakes. Wad ye want??
"Well, looks like your awake. Here's the deal. We're gonna ask you a few questions, you're gonna answer 'em, and if we like your answers, I might not cut your head off with my axe. Now, you, me, and one or two of my friends are gonna go chat in the storage shed, cause I don't feel like gettin' wet talking to you. If you don't like that, well, you don't got much choice. You ain't the first bandit I killed, and afore I'm done, you won't be the last."
Bolys starts dragging him towards the storage shed, asking, "Anyone else wanna come chat with him?"
Cyrioul follows. "I will observe, so that justice is properly served," he pontificates.
"I've done my work for the day, I think. If you need my help, I'll be about." Derren accepts the flask, finishing what's in it before sliding it back into its pouch. "Miss Sinicka, I seem to have run out of wine yet again." He throws an arm around her shoulder and continues. "How is it different, what your dad did and what we did here? Both he and we are within our rights. And as for the live one, I'm sure Bolys will get what we need out of him, and the Vaultsman will do what's right. Can always count on Abadar for that, at least.
As for us, let's get you out of this rain. The first fight's the hardest, and it's best to recover in comfort." With his arm still around her shoulder, Derren gestures to the bunkhouse, half-bowing. "You first, Miss."
Sorry watched rather amused Derren and Carina after their first real fight, and that she finds funny. Drinking after their first kill, as if it would make easier. There’s life, there’s death, those that kill, and those that are killed, and they had better learn fast which side they stand in.
Then it was time to get information from their prisoner, and once more, they did not failed to amuse her. What were they thinking? This was going to be a messy business.
”I’ve watched plenty of interrogation at the army. I could try and to the same. But I’ve never done it myself.” she lies.
With the fight over, Pyotr cleans his blade quickly and looks about. None of his allies were hurt, or at least not enough to warrant much need for concern.
"I did fine enough, Derren. Could have gone better though..." At the mention of the tavern girl though he tenses, memories floating up. "The Stoat..."
Pushing them back down, he joins the others as they begin to crowd around the formerly sleeping bandit. "It is our duty to put these men to the sword or rope. He has already proven himself a coward and a bandit. As for his punishment? I am no judge nor philosopher. I will. however, carry out the execution if you all feel it necessary." It was a grim task, but one that, sadly, probably had to be done.
Sorry gives a level stare in Pyotr’s direction. It was bad enough they had to deal with the ruffian in this way, worse with him saying his intention to kill the man whether he cooperates or not, but she says nothing. It was not yet time to deal her carts, nor to make the others aware for what she could do.
"If you wish to assist in the interrogation, Pyotr, come along. Otherwise, perhaps you could gather up these bandits' gear. Miss Sorry, Father Cyrioul, perhaps we shall see what we can get out of him." With that, Bolys drags the bandit into the storage shed and waits for the others.
I'll tel ye all nothin.!
No need to roll sense motive yet. you can all tell he is nervous.
Cyrioul steps into the shed and murmurs a prayer to Abadar, then touches the wall of the shed. The outline of a large key appears and sheds light throughout the shed. He turns to his companions, and, pulling forth a small prayer book, opens it to a marked page and prays, "Lord Abadar, Master of the First Vault, Judge of the Gods, it is right that three of us stand as tribunal over this life. Give us your guidance to judge the fate of this man rightly according to his crimes. Show us all the truth of your justice, for the good of the land." He closes the book, and lays a hand on Bolys and Sorry's shoulders, then touches his own forehead. When finished, he gestures for Bolys to lead the proceeding.
Bolys takes his axe out from its loop on his belt, and casually holds it in his right hand.
"Now, bandit, I will lay this out simply. We are chartered to explore this land and execute those engaged in unrepentant banditry. Refusal to answer our questions will result in us decidin' you are unable to be reformed, and you will be executed by the noose. It is a slow, painful death, as we will simply string you up on a tree rather than waste time building a gallows. If you answer our questions truthfully, and we are satisfied with your answers, you will at the very least be granted a quick death. If you are truly repentant, then your life may even be spared. Now, tell me, what is your name?"
Sorry lets Bolys and Cyrioul steps forward to do the questioning, but even before they began, she knew it would be a futile effort. They just did not strike as the mean type required for this kind of job. Nevertheless, all was well, with both grown-ups busy questioning the man, slowing and deliberated she pulled her dagger, staring with her dead flat eyes directly into the prisoner eyes. Without breaking eye contact or blinking, she quickly and silently promised him unthinkable horrors, if he failed to answer Bolys questions.
Carina nods weakly as she listens to Derren, and allows him to guide her over toward the bunkhouse, suddenly wondering if there will be enough beds for everyone. The interior of the building is dark, and she chews her lower lip for a long moment before deciding to pull off her hat, allowing her fiery hair to dance freely, casting as much light into the interior of the building as any lantern. "I know we did the right thing. They made their choice, and now they have paid dearly for it. But we have made a choice as well, and standing on the side of law places us in opposition to many more than just this one little band of ruffians. I hope we are equal to the task ahead of us."
Closing her eyes, she brings her hands together and focuses on a simple cantrip, chanting an invocation and then using the simple arcane power to dry away the water soaking her clothing, and even the mud clinging to her boots, and finally the mud tracked into the building, almost as an afterthought. Looking around, she then focuses the power on cleaning away dust and cobwebs until the room is quite clean. "There, much better."
Cyrioul watches the proceedings neutrally, observing the man's responses to both Bolys' attempt at drawing out information, and the unnerving presence of the dead-eyed young woman.