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"You alright boy?" Baros asks the lad when he turns white as the inside of a potato.

Perception: 1d20 - 1d6 ⇒ (17) - (1) = 16

Baros looks at Clay and then to Silas, mouthing 'every f$#*ing time' and with a sigh answers the woman, "Tell us of this monster and we will see if we can help."

"Nah, we aren't with the harvest travelers. We hear there is some issue with bandits and we hoped to offer our assistance." Baros spoke up.

"Come on friend, you survived a demon summoning sex cult, bandits shouldn't cause too much trouble," Baros says jokingly before turning somewhat uncharacteristically somber, "life on the road is better anyway, they always find out your secrets and then ya gotta move along down the road again and again..." His eyes turn glassy as he stares off into the distance as if he was talking to someone who wasn't there.

With a hmph Baros turns away from the burnt out house."Trouble often pays better," he grumbles to himself as they continue on down the road.

"Movement, buy the burnt out building," Baros says, inching closer to the movement with his spear at the ready.

Perception: 1d20 + 1d6 ⇒ (11) + (3) = 14

"Not too far I hope," a worn out Baros says.

"As I said, I did no such thing. I distracted her mother so one of the younger militia men could sneak of with her. Little s!%% owes me one," Baros laughs, "Get some rest, I got watch."

"Mournhaven, heard there were bandits harrying the area. You?"

"No, just heading in the same direction," Baros says plopping on the ground, "sorry for the trouble we caused you."

Baros looks at Silas and gestures to the door with his head as if to say time to go. He begins to back out of the room slowly keeping a watchful eye on the crowd.

Jumping up on a sturdy four legged table, "ALRIGHT THAT IS ENOUGH!" Baros shouts, "you louts. This poor creature was kidnapped and brought her against her will to be sacrificed by a demon worshipping sex cult that you all did nothing about. We'll be leaving in the morning, the three of us. And the next person to throw so much as dirty look our way will wish they'd been born without eyes."

Will?: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Baros uses Good Fortune to reroll Silas's 1 on the boon dice. Nevermind I thought you hadn't added it to the d20 room yet.

Baros seems confused at first, thinking the man was coming after Silas, but the looping right thrown his way left little doubt that the man believes Baros had slept with his daughter!

Baros slips from his chair and ducks under the table putting it between him and the man and his friends. "I am sorry, you must have me mistaken with someone else."

"Well, here is to less discerning women," Baros raises his cup. "Still it would be nice to have more than just us if we intend to look into the bandits around Mournhaven."

"Well you won't let me be the big spoon," Baros retorts with his own smirk.

No I totally remember it that way lol

"Well friend, it seems our welcome has warn thin. You'd think saving them from a demon would at least be worth a month or maybe even a season," Baros says to Silas, before he can reply Baros sees the female halfling from the dungeon, "hey you think she is the adventuring sort?"

Heavy with the smell of blood and death the air stung Baros's nostrils, he once again wondered if he was becoming too comfortable with the way things have been going. The battle was over, the cult defeated, and the demon banished for the time being. Baros stood staring blankly at the gore in the room.

The sound of female voice snaps Baros back to reality, "...ank you! Oh thank you so much!" Baros jerked his head around to see the female halfling.

"Yeah, glad to help, glad we didn't just burn the whole place down, I am Baros, that human just coming to is Silas," he was about introduce Hund but pulled up short when the reality that Hund gone clicked in his head. Baros helps the other halfling out of the building.

With fighting all finished and coin in hand, Baros sped off to spend it. Setting himself up in a comfortable room he spends the next few days drinking and celebrating with the townsfolk, mainly the militia that had survived. The partying dies down a bit with the arrival of Father Alypius and the inquisition. Baros turns to regaling folks with stories but he was no great orator, or even a mediocre one.

The inquisition had cast a sour mood over the whole of the town. Also, something within Baros seems to not like them, he always felt odd around them, like he was being beckoned to unfathomable violence. It was probably just a bitter after taste of the suffering he had experienced at the hands of Old Nock. F#@% the gods he thinks.

Having lived in exile and worked as a wilderness guide, Baros has some knowledge of plants, herbs, fungi, etc. Not as much as a herbalist or practitioner of medicine, but enough to know you keep animals away from, such locoweed and white snakeroot, some can even make the most docile animals go mad, if only for a short time. Baros is going to slip some of it into the horses' feed. The beasts became violently ill, Baros felt bad for them not like they signed up for the inquisition, but Father Alypius getting sprayed by liquid feces was well worth it in his mind. The trouble with the horses was so great that it had caused the inquisition to lose track of a coin purse or two.

Downtime Action 3 General Dickery (15 Wealth)
Boons: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8
Agility: 1d20 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 6 = 23

Wealth: 3d6 - 9 ⇒ (6, 6, 3) - 9 = 6 21 Wealth

Downtime Action 2 Tell Tales (-4 Wealth (15 Wealth))
Will: 1d20 ⇒ 3

I appears Baros is a better drinking buddy than storyteller

Spend 2 ss on Comfortable lifestyle (Wealth 21)
Downtime action Carousing (Wealth -2 (19))
Carousing (Will): 1d20 ⇒ 19

I am confused, what is going on and what should I be doing?

So the surrendering cultists are now on fire?

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (19) + 3 + (1) = 23
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Baros, running on fumes, lands a solid blow.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 3 + (6) = 12
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Badly injured and running on fumes Baros continues to stab away at the cultists.

Baros peels himself off the ground, blood dripping down his face, and rejoins the battle.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 3 + (5) = 11

Fate: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Baros steps away from the assaulting cultists to gain a clear lane at Swiet. Giving is spear a quick upward toss he switches his grip. Baros takes a pair of strides toward Swiet and hurls the spear at his pipe.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (12) + 3 + (6) = 21
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

I am unconcerned about free attacks or anything else, if I go down I go down.

Excellent...

Can I make it to Swiet?

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + 3 + (5) = 17
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Baros continues thrusting his spear into cultist flesh...

Baros charges at the nearest cultist, gotta start somewhere

Charge: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Baros follows Hund, albeit much more cautiously.

"Had I not seen that with my own eyes I wouldn't believe it, who comes up with this nonsense?" Baros says to Silas.

Baros stands behind his shield, spear aimed at the four men. "If it's pain you want just keep it up and I am happy to help," he says menacingly. He would have been happy just to run them through but he waits for Silas to finish talking.

With the lad choosing to flee rather than get stabbed a second time Baros whips around and moves in to attack the cultists that assaulted Hund.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 3 + (6) = 16

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Did the lad I stabbed run?

Charging in behind the howling blast Baros attacks the closest thing, youth or not they are helping summon a demon.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (18) + 3 + (4) = 25

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

"The next one goes through you, now get!"

Baros follows closely ready for some violence.

Baros readies himself for a fight, prepared to charge in once everyone is ready.

There is a magic cross bow? And on to the attack.

If there is no more healing to be done, Baros gathers his gear and heads to leave stopping just sort of the exit, "Y'all don't happen to bless weapons?"

His laughter stops, "and that would be when...?"

After a brief pause, "and do you have anymore healing, don't want to be going in after a demon at less than peak ability."

Baros just laughs an unsettling laugh and shakes his head. "Well how much time do we have?" Baros asks the priest.

inB4 Silas attempts to extort the goodly towns folk for every last copper lol

"Silas, calm yourself friend," Baros says touching Silas on his forearm, "it was foolish of us to spilt up after having been attacked on the road, but luckily we survived, somehow..." Even after the healing the wicked red ring around Baros's neck persisted and he felt a strong sense of foreboding.

"What is there to sort out? They tried to murder me and my friends, and are charges, and so I murdered them better." The halfling pauses a moment, but how the hell did I manage this level of carnage....

Baros glares angerly at the man barring his path and offering him a water skin. He breaks his eye contact briefly to reply to Silas,"I am fine, I will be better when I have my spear and dagger back," returning is ironclad stare to the man-at-arms, "check on Mok, he went down pretty hard." Despite being unconscious Mok probably looks better than Baros does at the moment. Baros finally takes the skin, takes a swig and uses the remaining contents to wash his face and hands.