"Yipes!" Sprig yelps as a bullet knocks the hat from his head. The kobold scrambles for cover before turning around, eyeing his fallen headgear. He dives for his precious hat, putting it back on his head before once again scrabbling back into the safety of the palisade's walls.
As he does so, the magical pit slowly rises into nothingness.
His toothpick dancing animatedly between his lips as he takes note of the bandit shooting at Sprig, Casey quickly reloads and fires at him.
Brindle roars in exultation as her opponent falls off the stockade. She clambers down the steps to assault the bandit in the open, her swing incredibly forceful but perhaps wild...
Move Action: Move to space north of bandit.
Standard Action: Attack.
[+2 BAB, + 3 Str]
[+4 THF]
Stymied by his failure to pull himself up, Saraon tries to climb the stockade again.
Moving along the wall pulling his Bardiche out he smirked and swung hard at the bandit there on the corner of the wall.
"Bad day to be a bandit buddy."
He began amused at the alliteration.
Saraon finally pulls himself onto the stockade as Bas charges past him and cuts a deep blow into the bandit with his bardiche. The makeshift pistol drops from the bandit's hand as he slumps against the stockade, unmoving.
Brindle and Casey work in tandem, Casey's rifle hitting the bandit before Brindle brings her club down hard on the enemy's head, taking down another foe.
Ralrae continues to wait for the oncoming bandits to arrive.
The oncoming bandits see their compatriots fall and they exchange a few inaudible words before running towards Svedka's quarters.
Seeing that all of his sight lines are obscured by the stockade, Ralrae moves forward and climbs the outside of the stockade to get to a higher position on the wall.
Like Saraon however, Ralrae struggles with the walls of the stockade.
Sprig steps once more towards the entrance. With a snap, the little lizard dispels the magical grease. "Alright! th' entrance is clear. G-Go on ahead!" He waits for the others to go ahead before creeping up slowly behind them.
Casey moves in, heading up the steps to the top of the stockade.
Saraon moves past Bas and hustles down the stairs to join Brindle down on the field.
He draws his sword and joins her in readying for the next wave.
Sprig looks around nervously, ready to dive for cover. "A-Any o' y'all see 'em? Ah know there's more of 'em around 'ere!"
He hurried off the wall and moved down it keeping his eyes peeled for any movement of remaining bandits.
Saraon takes a look with his sharp, elfy eyes.
The door to Svedka's quarters slams open and four bandits come charging out. Two are the bandits that the party saw before, and one is a woman dressed in a strange outfit that Bas recognizes as a bandit priest and a fourth that matches Svedka's description almost exactly.
As they run towards the party the priest raises her arm as a shield of magical distortion comes into being, nearly blocking them from view. They stop just in front of the party.
The party however, was expecting them.
Sprig sees the burst from their leaders quarters, ready to start a fight. With a clap of his hands and a stomp of his feet, the little lizard casts his favored spell: Create Pit!
Not waiting to see the results of his spell, the kobold makes tracks. He hides behind the safety of the stockade and lets his allies handle the rest.
Avoiding the pit He moved forward to the side and brought his bardiche across in a massive slice designed to either cut the bandit in twain... or hopefully make them fall a step back into the pit.
Seeing several bandits arrive, Casey takes note of them with a calm resolve as he loads his musket, takes aim, "I got the one on the right," and fires.
Having pulled her javelins free, Brindle charges down the steps and toward the brigands, hurling a javelin at the one not in the pit...
[+2 BAB, +2 Str]
[+3 Str]
Svedka and the priest manage to hop out of the way of the pit, but the warrior falls, slamming into the bottom of the pit, though not tremendously hard.
Saraon rushes after Brindle to join her in the scrap .
He takes a swing at the bandit before him!
Giving up on climbing the walls as the pit disappears, Ralrae takes the last few steps required to get within range of the newest arrivals. He shoots for the bandit fitting the description of Svedka, ignoring the fallen warrior.
Bas swings wide, missing the warrior. However, Casey, seeing his target fall into the pit, takes a shot at the same bandit, hitting him. Brindle's javelin misses, the flurry of activity around him throwing off her aim.
Saraon gets a mighty blow on Svedka, his blade flashing like lightning. Ralrae fires at her and though she barely clings to conciousness, she does not fall. She swings at Saraon, a similarly mighty blow for 23 damage. Her eyes roll back into her head and she drops to the ground, unconcious.
The raider priest snarls when she sees Svedka falls and shouts at Ralrae, "Flame take you, dammit!" With that, she creates a sphere of fire where Ralrae stands, and he is unable to dodge out of the way, taking 14 damage.
The bandit in the pit tries, and fails, to climb out of the pit. Finally, the bandit next to Bas swings at him with a rusty hatchet. The weapon strikes true, dealing 13 damage to Bas.
[spoiler=Rolls]
"Damn it all, that HURT!" Ralrae roars out, a surprisingly deep noise for someone so short. He takes aim back at the priestess,
Sprig hears the chaos unfolding and tries his best to remain calm under the sounds of clashing steel and gunfire. Pressing himself against the wall, he works to make himself as unnoticeable as possible.
Moving slowly, quietly, the kobold begins climbing the wall behind him.
Sprig carefully peers over the stockade before leaping over to the other side, staying as low as he can.
Brindle yells "Hit the shaman" as she lopes by Bas, trying to avoid being hit by the bandit close by and scampering over a barrel and onto a crate as she brings her mighty gunstock club to bear - swinging it with all her might at the bandit spellcaster...
[+2 BAB, + 3 Str]
[+4 THF]
Taking a fearsome blow, Saraon knows he has to act fast if he's going to stay alive, calling on the land to heal him.
"I'll end you for that!" He growled out in pain as the handaxe cut through his armor and into him. That was too close for sure.
Seeing his previous target fall in the pit trap, Casey reloads and takes a shot at another.
Shaking his head, "Man that was pathetic. I'm gonna have to check her sight when I get a chance," the tall fellow mutters to himself.
Sprig almost jumps out of his skin as Casey fires his weapon, the lizard hadn't realized he was standing so close to him.
"Looks like we need t' get that sight recalibrated, Ah can take a look at iffn yew want. Don't worry, Ah put together a few barkin' irons in my day." The kobold shows off the pistol he keeps under his coat.
Ralrae’s bullet hits the spellcaster in the chest, and she mutters, ”T...tonight I ride with the gods...” She falls to the ground, dead. Bas scores a mighty blow on the other bandit who falls as well.
When the last bandit rises from the pit, the party makes short work of him.
A silence settles over the camp. Svedka lies on the ground, unconscious and bleeding. Several vultures circle overhead, the smell of death a siren calling.
"Hey Sprig? How long does your pit thing last?"
He called back to the hiding kobold as he looked carefully into the pit at the dead bodies. It would be an annoying climb down but they might have something good on them. He glanced over at the maybe still alive Svedka and then he shrugged. Dead bandits were preferable over the live ones.
"If I hope down there and lift up the bodies you can pull them up right Brindle?"
He asked before making the decision whether to go down there or not.
Brindle creeps over to where Svedka has fallen. She kicks away discarded weapons and after searching the bandit leader for hidden weapons binds the woman's hands behind her back.
"What now? We wanna eat one now?" she asks matter of factly.
Moving down to ground level, Casey checks on the tied up leader, wondering why the gnoll is tying her hands. "She's still alive. And nobody's eating no one. I'm gonna try and keep her from bleedin' out." Pulling out his healer's kit, the gunslinger goes to work. Herbs, a few bandages here and a tourniquet there, "There, that oughta do it," he says as he finishes up. "I can bring her around if need be. She might prove useful. If not, I'm willin' to bet there's a reward for bringin' her in alive," he says, raising an interested eyebrow at the idea.
"While I admire your respect for the dead and the living, Casey, I doubt we will be returning these dead to whatever families they may have abandoned to pursue this life. I will not begrudge Brindle her right as a huntress...besides, it's not cannibalism if she's eating it," Saraon replies as he walks over to Casey. "You could become a king, Casey! You have the hands of a healer. Could you please grant me some of your 'royal' skill? I'm wounded."