I will have to post later. I missed over 30 posts all while I was sleeping lol I need to try and catch up on those and the ones from throughout today.
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Crank, crank, cranks, slaps bolt into place. Again he aims for the captain.
I will try and take out baldy next. Hopefully I can get him before he gets the rest of you.
No! Someone has to make up for Farins weakling dmg output! Ugh lol and I was gonna roll a Druid...
Sorry for your troubles GM.
LAWLS I just looked at the map. I have no idea who I'm shooting at. Is he in melee? I'm thinking about dropping down and rushing him lol
Farin, frothing at the mouth with fury spins the winch on his massive crossbow once more. Raaaahhhh! he roars thunderously. Letting fly once more.
Whoa! A 1d20 Rapier?! I want two lolz
Cerian at the very least it would cinematic lol not that m vote counts for anything tho!
Farin blows into the whistle, his cheeks puffing comically as he does. With that he takes aim at the familiar leader of the bandit crew. Ye won't be getting away this time
So to clarify I have the whistle right? and When exactly am I supposed to use it?
Thanks. I was assuming that we would be laying down
I pretty much only post from my phone and it keeps yapping about being an unsupported browser blah blah blah so for the sake of not screwing something up I haven't moved my token. Sorry I suck!
Trying to jump in lol reading all the missed posts is a part time job now!
Farin takes the whistle, keeping it safe in pocket under his heavy poncho. When everyone settles in for the night he takes the first watch. Creeping around the compound looking for any signs of the unusual.
Thanks. I'm never home so the 3 ft of snow melted then froze then melted again and refrozen then again. So there's about 1" of solid ice in my inclined driveway. Grrr!
Farin nods his head in agreement with Hella. Agreed. turning to Ravboom Not a bad idea. If'n we can attack 'em from behind perhaps we can force 'em into the compound. Then our other people will be on them. We'll have them in a meat grinder that way. Hella may be right. An ambush farther out is dangerous. Lots o' variables. The dwarf scratches his beard in thought. Ere now Rav, whadda he think o' hiding in one o' them holes? That'd be a gruesome surprise!
Rav, Hella: The tracks're recent. This mornin' I'm thinkin'. We need to be tacking back a ways and layin' in wait. Maybe even within hearing of the outpost. We know where they be most likely comin' through. Let's use it. Humans are lazy. They'll come that way I bet.
Well today my car slid on the ice in my driveway and smashed up my garage door. So welcome to the new year...
Farin comes riding into the yard at a gallop. Ravboom, Hella! He yells loudly staying on his horse.
Rav, Hella: I found plenty o' tracks out there. Sure signs this place's been scouted recently. I'm thinkin we should take a group an' ambush 'em on their way back. Leave the rest here to defend the outpost if you want. Now's the time to be takin' the fight to them.
I agree. Perhaps with the exception of the one with family being held hostage. The boy is still a criminal. He could have tried to escape or any of a billion scenarios. It's only dumb luck he still alive anyway.
Sorry Farin, I missed your post yesterday. :( No worries. I'm a bit sad we didn't hack the bandits into coyote bait tho. Thieving and banditry is not something that has historically been taken lightly. Just being horse thieves in the US at one time would get you hung no questions asked.
So in the event that a PC kicks the bucket are they out? Or can the roll in later with someone else?
Thoroughly enfuriated at being completely ignored Farin pulls a large antler handled knife and goes to work removing scalps of the dead bandits. For the rest of the trip to the trading post he remains well ahead of the group alone and watchful. Upon reaching the outpost, rather than head inside with the rest, the fowl spirited dwarf scouts around the perimeter of the compound. Then a bit farther out.
Who said anything about hiring on criminals that prey on good folks? Farin pushes his way through. I came to help stop bandits! Not hire em on as our own! I ain't never agreed to be followin anyone's orders. If this groups to be functioning, it's going to be through agreement not half cocked schemes to be putinyourselves in power as kings and queens! Farins face flushes bright red with anger. It is quite evident that he is passionate about this subject.
Nice! If I had an animal he would be dead already. It sucks Rangers can't get bears. That would be sweet!
Okay I went ahead and posted mine. Still frustrated with damage lol.
Farin furiously works the winch on his crossbow and slaps another bolt in place. Once again he sights in on a bandit. With a loud clunk the weapon belches it's deadly projectile.
You sir are a true Mathfinder.
Rav how are u pulling a +10 with a 16 Str and Rage lol?
I'm okay with the wait lol it gives me time to catch up on the hundreds of missed posts. I'm the only sucker on EST :(
I doubt anyone is as sad as me that I rolled a 2 for a hit of 22... but I want everyone to know that tears have been running all day!
Farin levels his enormous crossbow at the bandit to the north of him. With a sharp crack he lets loose a bolt.
Farin does!
Farin drops off his horse taking up position under its neck, using the beast for cover while takes aim.
Farin distracted by the wagon stopping fails to notice anything going on around him.
Farin will ride within sight wherever. With whoever. He's just a huffy dwarf with a mean independent streak.
I'm in Massachusetts much to my chagrin. Politically I'm an evil outcast here. So EST for me. Winnipeg just got the Jets back!! Gratz on that! Personally I'm not keen on splitting up but that's just me.
Farin hearing enough of orders being given mounts up and trots his horse slowly out the gate. Ranging' ahead is where I'll be. he decides for himself. Always the independent one he leaves the others to their final preparations.
It seems most of the heavy posting goes on while I'm in bed lol.
Farin having been up long before the sun, stands in the shadows by the gate. More accustom to being alone he shows no interest in the idle chatter of the others. His horse shuffles with anticipation as he stares out the gate.
Just wanted to clarify. Farin was only busting Ravbooms chops cuz he speaks goblin so he was hearing everything twice.
Farin turns his attention to the lords as they speak.
How exactly will we be sendin these reports then eh?
Hrmm. Arrivin troops would imply contact with the outside world. Coordinating a meeting location'd be perfectly reasonable. People're lazy by nature. Tracking actively moving targets leads to irritation, complacency and boredom. All of these things can be used te our advantage. Farin's gaze sweeps the others in the room. I'm not against a stronghold but I think it's a mistake. We're on our own fer a long time. Focusing on the immediate problem at hand is more practical. However that doesn't mean we don't plan for the future.
Mirth aside Farin turns to the others. Stayin' mobile is the key. If ye don't take nothin' there won't be nothin te loose. We've enough woodsmen ere to keep us fed and clothed indefinitely. Pack animals can haul extra gear and game. A permanent base camp gives a place to be looted and tracked to and from. Clear the bandits loot the supplies and move on te the next place.
Darin laughs a deep gravely laugh. The only way yer getting in my head is if I eat you! The dwarf swats Rav on the back roughly though it's clear it was meant to be playful. A little goblin pie eh?
Okay sounds like we are pretty good the . This is my first ranged character so bear with me lol
Hrmm... Farin hikes his enormous crossbow onto his shoulder and moves beside Ravboom. Pulling a worn leather glove from his hand with his teeth as he does so. Leaning over the table he eyes the map. Been all over there. Got me an old camp in a few places there... Half listening to Ravboom repeating himself he glances at the goblin.
So who do we have up front pin cushions? Seems like we may be heavy on the ranged side.
Out of my way fool boy! Comes a booming voice from beind the closed doors. Loudly the doors swing open. A large dwarf, his hair and beard resembling a massive lions mane stomps into the room. He is clad in a heavy brown poncho, black and green patches sewn on at random, large fur boots with a massive crossbow cradled in his arms. Eying the others in the room his gaze lingers on the humans, sizing them up. As moves through the rest of the crowd he nods slightly to the little goblin. Torag's crispy beard... The goblin is coming too? Hrmph. I hadn't thought me'self late. Apologies for that... he says looking to the hosts. |