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thumbs up, and thanks for the work, Ainvar
thumbs up, and thanks for the work, Ainvar My pleasure. Since Juliare is the only one to have said anything and she's got all she requested, I'm going to assume that the list passes muster and consider it official. I'll let Juliare's player know as well as Felicia's and I'll put the goodies on Clark's page in case he gets to come back someday. I think we can consider this thread to be done, folks!
Excellent. If this is acceptable to everyone, I will let Felicia know what she's gained. I don't know if her player is monitoring this thread anymore.
Close. The 146 refers to the bandit's "half-share" as an NPC. Petra would get what I listed for Petra: Petra receives two CLW potions and 250 gp reward money and proceeds from selling of extra equipment. Perhaps my grammar was off. It's 250 gp consisting of Petra's share of the reward money and her share of the money received for items that we sold (masterwork rapier, heavy crossbow, light crossbow, etc. -- stuff no one indicated an interest in) I was trying to get an answer on the boards quickly and didn't want to spend an hour formatting it nicely -- it was already way past this paladin's bedtime. ;-) I hope this is clearer.
Patience, patience. RL kept me off the boards all day. Here's my proposal: The bandit is sent on his way with items to sell amounting to 146 gp, 3 sp (unless he can negotiate better, of course) Thrakhir similarly receives items to sell and a share of the reward money worth 275 gp, and a CLW potion. Juliare receives the bow and 150 gp from reward money and proceeds from selling of extra equipment. Kirwyn receives 225 gp worth of jewelry and 75 gp from the reward money. Petra receives two CLW potions and 250 gp reward money and proceeds from selling of extra equipment. Felicia receives the masterwork lyre, potion of cat's grace (you were correct, I had the price wrong), a potion of CLW, and 75 gp from the reward money. Clark receives the masterwork short sword and 145 gp from reward money and proceeds from selling of extra equipment. Is that acceptable to everyone? 300 gp per member, 146 and change for the bandit's half share.
I figured there are four CLW potions and four characters that cannot provide healing on their own, so it made sense to divvy the healing to those four - Clark and Petra would not benefit. The high-dollar potion was a Potion of Cat's Grace. Perhaps you could take it and trade it for a Potion of Cure Moderate Wounds, if the cleric at the temple were willing. DM's call, of course. That would be your entire take from the loot, however. I will propose a split sometime later today and let people vote on it. The more vocal people will probably get what they want -- so poor Thrakir will get all the unwanted material, at this rate.
Felicia would be okay with him just getting half of her share (since she didn't really show up till about half way through)
Any thoughts one way or another? Want more detail? Or just to sell it all and take the shares in cash?
Felicia nods intently Whilst simultaneously writing down all that Clark has said in her notepad. "You should have told me about all this sooner" She exclaims once he has finished "'Give me all the details and I'll turn them into a tale of such heroics and bravery that the people will make you heroes of the city. I would like to see some stuffy stuck up bureaucrat try and have you all kicked out then." "Oh, ah, um. Juliare may be the only one left that could tell you the specifics leading up to the whole scenario at the temple. Petra and I were inside and they rescued me with the others... The wizard and dwarf joined up there, too... I'm not sure anyone else from the original heroes is still traveling with us, actually."
"There was a ... misunderstanding ... at one of the temples here in the city. They were capturing itinerant folk and shipping them off to parts unknown. They felt this practice should continue. Some of our allies felt it should stop. Since Petra and I were some of the "itinerant" folk, you can safely assume that our allies' view prevailed. "However, the temple apparently had friends in high places. Rather than being heralded as heroes, our friends were labeled undesirable and told to leave the city, never to return. The truth of what they had done was known to too many people to just arrest them for it, I imagine, so the best they could do was run us out of town. "Of course, I'm not a politically-minded man, so I might be misunderstanding what really happened. This is just what I understand from listening to the others."
No bragging on Clark's part. If asked, he will just say that they've done what they could to make the roads in the area a bit safer for now.
"It appears that someone might be wanting some of these items back. I propose we make an effort to return items before we start making claims on any of it." To Fell, "Excepting, of course, items belonging to you and yours - I'm not comfortable handing you back your sword at this particular time."
Your new bandit friend would be happy with half a share and his freedom.
Your new bandit friend would be happy with half a share and his freedom.
Out in the woods, Fell sees Clark and Juliare sprinting towards him, and can feel Thrakhir breathing down his neck, which isn't a pleasant sensation at all. He realizes that the game is up and surrenders. "Thrakhir, Juliare, I'm sure you have an idea what to do with a surrendered criminal." Clark will move among the fallen, looking for any that are still alive. Those that he finds will get a single point of healing (to stop the bleeding) and dragged over to the center of the camp. Those that are dead will get dragged together, but out of sight of their fellows. Once that's done, he will see to his companions' wounds if Petra has not tended to them already. Lastly, he will use any remaining healing on his own wounds. ----------------------------------------------- The dwarf has a nasty grin at Clark's words and says, "I might, at that. On yer knees!" If Fell isn't quick enough about it, he kicks him in the back of the knees to drop him before getting in his face. "There, that's better. We'll be needing to return your ill-gotten booty to the proper authorities when we turn your flea-bitten carcass over. We can search for it and tell them how you refused to be of any assistance or you can make it easy for us and we'll tell them how helpful you were once you'd seen the error of your ways. You choose." He winks at Juliare. "Sound fair to you, Poi... Juliare?"
"Attaboy, lad. You'll be fer making a fine deputy. C'mere, you!"
------------------------------------ Seeing the dwarven rogue heading into the brush, Clark pursues to provide aid.
Seeing that Petra is moving toward the fallen bard, Clark seeks out another target. ------------------ Thrakhir knows exactly where Fell has run off to and pursues unless the bard is an easier target. "He went that way!" is provided as a clue to any allies seeking out the leader and "Their chanter is over here!" if the bard's location can be discerned.
Clark: Says a silent prayer before turning the mage, "Thanks for the assist, big man!"
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Throwing axe attack 1d20+5=11, damage 1d6+2=8, sneak attack 1d6=1
Following the throw, the rogue will run toward the leader, stopping behind cover if at all possible.
Clark draws divine power to himself and attempts to channel it into his foe.
Clark turns his attention to the aggressive dwarf and attacks. -------------------- Thrakhir, realizing his erstwhile targets have turned tail and fled, begins to search for either the bard or the thus-far unseen leader.
Clark steps 10' toward the oncoming dwarf and concentrates Detect Evil on his foe. Stated loud enough for the bandits to hear: "We have been sent by the city to apprehend your leaders. They have misled you, caused you to hurt innocent people. We only seek to bring them to justice. The courts cannot fault us if some of the gang escapes."
Meanwhile, Thrakhir curses at being hit by the stray arrow. He steps back into the bushes, only to hustle around the side of the camp to come up behind one of the archers.
Without a word, Clark lowers his shoulder and charges at the man, shield leading and sword swinging around at the last moment. Longsword attack 1d20+7=20, damage 1d8+2=7
Hide 1d20-5=-1, Move Silently 1d20-5=12 Clark attempts to sneak to a hiding place about 40' from the guard (within 60', but as soon as he can see the guard -- preferably with a charge lane, if necessary) To the others: "You others might see if you can get closer - I don't want to give away your chance of surprising him."
Clark mulls over the ranger's words. "I'm not a cold-blooded killer, sorry, regardless of what they've done. Or supposedly have done. But I won't stay my hand from attacking, so don't worry about that." "It appears that my idea is of little merit -- there are at least three guards. It would appear that we have two strong options before us, depending on our desired outcome. This guard is all that prevents us from taking the fight directly to the leaders if we can take him quietly. That would probably mean that we would be fighting the entire bandit camp shortly thereafter unless we could take them out very quickly. "This guard is the most isolated and possibly more vulnerable than the other two, so he might be more easily taken out quietly."
Well , I would try to eliminate the guard first by myself and then we concentrate our atacks on the so called boss "Is there only one guard, then? Perhaps one or two of us can distract him on one side of the camp while the others come in the other. Would our bardic friend be able to provide a distraction that didn't cause him to shout out the alarm?" He looks to the newcomer. "If we could get him to step away from the camp, we might be able to knock him out and tie him up."
Yes, let's do. Juliare, we follow you. "Indeed. You've seen the camp. What would you suggest for our approach, knowing what we know now about our primary targets?"
"You're letting me go? Well, I won't be bothering you again. Being an outlaw isn't all that it's chalked up to be, you know." With a level look and a hand on his sword hilt, Clark says, "Mind you keep quiet and not alert the camp, or I'll make sure we don't need to debate letting you go a second time." But then he grins and relaxes, sticks out his hand, and says, "I wish you luck and a better life. Perhaps we will meet again under better circumstances."
"I've got to admit that I'm happy to see you do that. I was starting to worry about you a bit, Rav... Petra."
Clark gets down on one knee by the man. "Sounds like you've fallen in with a bad sort. Tell me, what's this 'Fell' look like? Garland? Do you think the others would fight if the leader was defeated? Are their tents set aside or is there some other way we can tell which ones belong to them?" He looks up at his companions after a long look toward the earlier ambush. "I'm loathe to kill more than we have to. If we can remove the threat by beheading the snake, I'm in favor of it."
Clark is taken aback as he joins the group at the river. I thought they were taking live prisoners for questioning! As they leave, he makes an attempt to cover the blood spilled and disguise, somewhat, what occurred here.
Clark will maintain his position, listening for more feet on the trail .
Clark smiles at the verbal sparring between the two. "I'll wait to cut off the retreat."
Clark's a bit sheepish at his slow reactions. "Well done, Kirwen. That was amazing."
Dang it. Grappled by a flying monkey. Where are we, anyway? Oz? Anybody bring a bucket of water? I've seen how this ends... Seriously, can someone educate me regarding my options while grappled? I never got the hang of the old rules, but I understand these are significantly different. (Everyone keeps complaining that you can't use combat maneuvers at low levels - don't tell that to these airborne apes. Sheesh.) ;-)
On his turn, Clark moves to be between the attackers and the rest of the group as best he can, readying his shield and sword as he goes. I'll leave it to the DM's discretion, but I can see him choosing to protect the tiny lass that recently joined the group.
"Well if your not adventurers what are you? Mercenaries? Bandits? Randomly travelling circus trope?""Aye lass, a troupe it is. I'm the bearded lady, he's the the strong man," he says pointing to Kirwen, "that there is the boss, he says pointing to Petra, "he's the muscle," he points at Clark, "and that there is the clown," he ends pointing at Juliare. "But it seems were in need of a troublesome little girl who wants to run away with us," he says sarcastically.
Clark smiles at the small woman, gets down on a knee, and greets her almost face-to-face. "I think he likes you. He's usually mean to strangers. I'm Clark. Who might you be?" You are not sure whether he's serious about Thrakhir or not. Maybe he missed the sarcasm, too.
Confusion on his face, Clark watches the other rise to pursue the man. Seeing the waitress similarly confused, he tells her, "We should be right back. It seems that there's something outside they want to see." He hustles out behind the others.
Clark stands up from the table to get a better look at something across the room. "Odd. That mousy fellow over there - no, now he's gone - certainly seemed to act like he knew us. And like he didn't want to be anywhere near us. Doesn't look familiar to me, though."
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