Recoup and recover, do any of the dead bandits have any healing potions or such?
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Heren crawls away from the Ferret and rises unsteadily to his feet.
Harstandir attacks the well-equipped bandit.
Stabilize Heren: vs. DC 18
Heren challenge's the well-equipped bandit, then swings at him with his sword.
He then orders Harstandir to attack the ferret. bite:
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Heren stands, picking up his sword. He takes a total defense action for this turn, next turn I'm going to coup de grace the strong bandit. I order Harstandir not to attack.
Seeing this , the one bandit in L4 comes back moving to L10 Makes sense. I totally forgot I was mounted for a sec. I have a 25% chance of staying in the saddle, but it's nearly better if I'm on the ground. Can Harstandir attack or will he back out of combat?
Confirm AOO crit on fleeing bandit: If succesful he takes 36 damage! If not, just the 12!
Heren takes his attack of oppurtunity against the fleeing bandit from K10 to L4, . He is then assaulted by a strong bandit, who deals him a grivious blow. He drops his lance and draws his longsword, swinging it down upon his attacker He gives the word for Harstandir to attack and the warhorse responds by biting and kicking at the strong bandit who attacked Heren.
Map to come once I know whos dead.
Heren is at J-K,15-16 astride Harstandir.
Heren peers at the temple ahead. 'Almost there, seems quiet, too quiet.' He continues to move forward on horseback.
Heren continues approaching steadily on his horse. Lance at the ready. He keeps moving until he reaches the piazza.
"Whistle like a Wren...what in the hells does that sound like?...city girl remember?" 'Loud and low and from cover will do the job, we'll jump them when they investigate.'
'I'll give you 150, I'm in armor on a horse, get into a good position and be ready to jump out if they engage. Whistle like a wren if they are heavily armed. Sound good?'
'Thank you sir, we are in your debt!' After Edgral departs Heren readies himself, strapping all of his arms and armor and mounting Harstandr before saying to his companions. 'Onwards then, and let us see if these bandits have much to make us fear.'
'The boar is your companion? Much as my steed is mine perhaps.'
'Why? We have been tasked by a former cleric of Aroden to relocate thie lost shrine and if possible return any of their holy relics, no harm intended or likely to any of this vilalges people. Is there some task you would like us to do for you in trade for your help?'
'Here us out, man, we can provide some compensation for your trouble.'
'Indeed, the people here seem to have lost its location.'
I pay for the man's drink, then turn to him. 'Me and my friends have been waiting for you, would you mind sitting with is for a minute and hearing what we have to say?'
Looks around at his companions before standing and walking over to the rough-cut bar, he stands near the man, leaning on the bar and says 'Mind if I pay for this one, good man? Your Edgral, yes?'
Heren takes a deep draught of his drink, then places it down on the rough wood of the table, he begins to smile as he says 'Grim as this day has turned, I have to say, dear lady, that that has vastly improved the quality of this ale.' 'The last ale I had of this quality was up in the World's Edge, I was fresh up from the border at Zimar, having lost my taste for fighting Keleshites over petty fueds and we were hunting a gang of orcs when we came across a shack halfway up a mountain owned by a bizarre little gnome, who said he made his brew from 'mountain barley'. When he eventually convinced us to try it, it was like the pallete soared higher than the mountains themselves.' Heren smiles as he trails off. 'Apologies, recollection is cantgious I suspect, especially with anyone whose done some soldiering.
Heren listens quietly throughout the story, eyes growing increasingly wide. As Mel finishes her bit, Heren silently places one of the tankards of ale in fornt of her, pats her on the shoulder and takes a deep drink from his own.
Heren smiles back, a look of confusion on his face. Then he shrugs and leads his horse to the inn to stable it. Turning to the men he says, 'Let's continue our discussion with a nice ale, shall we?'
'Many thanks!'
Heren keeps watching Mel suspiciously out of the corner of his eye, he too keeps sullenly silent, still battered and bruised. He stays this way for the whole jounrey back to the town. When they are nearing the outskirts, he quietly pipes up 'Adjunta, would you mind lessening my and Hasims wounds before we return to town?'
Retreat to town? Start planning out our approach to the temple?
Heren gasps aloud, then lowers Mel in silence. He calls out for the rope to be untied from Mel, then lowers the sacks of coins. Finally he attempts to climb back down from the tree.
However he is so preoccupied with a certain discovery that he misses his footing as he is letting himself off the platform and falls the forty feet to the ground.
He hits the ground with an almighty thud and a terrible sounding crack, but groans loudly, having managed to stay concious.
'Your screaming like a frightened fishwife lad, put some steel in your spine,' he turns and shouts down. 'Yes Hasim, that might be the only way!'
Heren ties the rope to the tree or the sturdiest par of the platform. Then ties the other end around Mel's waist tightly. 'Okay lad, I'm going to lower you down. Just close your eyes and stay calm.'
'I'll go up, someone help me out of my armor.'
Heren begins climbing after some rough starts and finally clambers up onto the platform. 'Mel, lad. It's okay, we'll have you down soon.' 'Throw me up that rope Hasim!
'I think the boy might be afraid of heights.' 'But it'll be a hard climb if I try it in armor.'
'Well, that went poorly. You alright up there lad?' Heren calls up to Mel.
Heren makes yet another shot.
Heren will shoot again on his turn.
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