If they are within 60 feet, charge in to close and attack with my greatsword.
If they are further away than 60 feet, Indras fires an arrow at one.
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I hear you Gaandik, I'm in the same tough spot now as well. I thought Indras would head out and scout some more on until he spots something interesting be it either an enemy or an object.
"Right you are. Let's head out."
"Very well, I would appreciate that. Anything that helps us survive is welcome."
"Undead" he says while looking around. "We might have more skeleton troubles like before. Keep ready any weapons that smash their bones." He walks up softly as he follows the tracks, not letting them go out of his sight for long.
"I'll try to find any tracks and signs, follow me." Indras says as he moces around the site scanning it for any tracks or signs of creatures passing. When he thinks it enough he goes on the direction where he thinks they should go. He waves the others over as soon as he is determined on which way to go.
Indras will probably be the first to cross the bridge than.
"Hmm... Bridge seems quite rickety, better fasten ourselves in case one might fall. We have to move fast over that bridge if we mean to cross it." Indras says as he looks on ahead, focusing on the tracks further up ahead.
Indras approaches the bridge slowly, looking specifically for any signs of the creature he saw earlier.
If all seems clear he waves the others over with a simple gesture.
Indras shakes his head.
"Something is different this time" Indras mutters under his breath when they come back. His eyes immediately glide towards the bridge and the creature he saw earlier. "So you're missing this time? Can't wait to see what you really are." Indras keeps Argen close in the fur hood of his winter gear. Though Argen is used to the cold, Indras tries to shelter him from overexposure.
Argen's paws sometimes claw in Indras's neck as he peeks out from under the hood to smell the air and see what's what. When they get closer Indras aims to inspect the bridge for any obvious dangers or signs of danger at the other side.
Indras is sitting at a table in the back of the inn, when Gaandik arrives downstairs to eat breakfast. For what it is worth, Indras lets him keep his dignity of early bird. I'm always up pretty early, I wonder how others can sleep so late as the early hunter gets his prey.
Indras sips from a stronger liquor at the Silver Stoat as the rest of the group takes care of their business, he deosn''t care too much for the shopping in a small town like Heldren. He orders also a meal with a little bit of extra meat at the inn, letting Argen eat his fill from the cooked meat. A small flash of white as he bounces along the top of the bar.
So we are selling the 2 daggers, the light crossbow with 10 bolts, the mwrk short sword and the spellbook. The hand crossbow with 12 bolts, 50 ft hemp rope from my inventory (I'll take the silk rope instead), tanglefootbag, Leather Armour, climber's kit crowbar, grappling hook (does anyone feel a hint as well), Potion of Invisibility, Potion of Pass Without Trace. We keep 545.5 in gold pieces and possibly the Potion of Lesser Restoration, which I think would be very handy. I can look up the sale value of those items, but I'll have to get back on that. + the stuff from inside the newly opened chest, I guess we could sell almost all of it.
I'll take the Elixir of Hiding if nobody wants it, same goes for the Potion of Spider Climb. If nobody tries to identify the scroll and other potions, I'll keep them with me till I get another chance to. Also is there a chance for me to get some materials for a bow back in Heldren? If we have downtime and rest I'll try to make myself a masterwork longbow +2. If not I'll go look for good trees when we camp.
On the way back Indras is reminded by a stopping Gaandik that he wants to save the man encased in ice, though Indras has his thoughts about the purely selfish reasons to bury the poor man. He thinks the cleric isn't just concerned about the man. Though it takes a few minutes, Indras helps the cleric get the encased body out of the block of ice.
For once Indras has removed a piece of clothing and showed some of his own features during this trip, having never removed his hood, this is a first time they can see his brown-yellowish tough skin. "I call upon the fiery forges of the deep earth, channel your heat through my hands." Small fire jets flow out through Indras's glowing hands and melts the ice away until the man falls down to the ground out of the icy prison.
I don't need anything specific from that loot-list, my bow and greatsword serve me well for the moment and I wear a chain shirt so my AC is also pretty decent at 19.
Gaandik I could perhaps melt the ice for you, if the man survives (if he still lives) is another thing. Burning Hands is on my spells known.
When the group is resting from their adventure at the inn, Indras will take a look at Roknar's belongings in particular the scroll, the cloak and the flasks of oil. He takes them under careful consideration as he tries to determine if there is anything magical about them.
Indras wipes away the blood from his sword with a cloth from his belt pouch. "No thanks is needed Prophet, I did what had to be done, I like necromancers as much as you do, perhaps even less." He looks a moment to Charlotte as he noticed her jumping back and gives her a stoic look, but no hatred or harshness is in his eyes, perhaps a hint of practicality. He calmly sheaths his sword again and takes out his bow, nocking an arrow on it. He takes point again and keeps a wary eye when the group travels further on, back to Heldren.
"Cough cough, spirits guide my hand, cough cough."
Indras will keep a close eye on Roknar, he doesn't trust him. All the while on their journey home he will try and remain vigilant.
So Gaandik, what is that fella's story? He seemed to be their leader and a caster. Did he explain those skeletons?"
With that he falls back behind him after some small talk, acts like he takes the rear guard and draws his greatsword. "Perhaps I can help you with your redemption." He proclaims as he cuts the man across his back with the mighty blade.
Argen uses stealth and searches for small rodents beneath the snow or in the near vicinity of the bandit hideout.
Argen blends in so well with the snow that anybody else than his 'master' would lose him out of sight. Quite quickly he seemed to pick up a scent or trail of a prey and scurries off.
Good luck to you Grayson. Give us a shout when you have the time again.
"I agree. If I wanted to sit and wait back idly to die I would have stayed at my own home." Argen climbs onto Indras's back and eventually his legs, before he jumps into the snow and goes hunting himself, trying to locate mice or other rodents close by.
Indras looks on at the source of the sound and sees Drazheek walking over. "Hi Drazheek. Had enough of the clerical ways as well for the day?"
Indras moves outside, muttering about the same things under his breath as Drazheek. Once outside he tightens his cloak against the cold weather. "I'm not much for that self-righteous healing and conversion. We live in the wilds to escape that nonsense don't we Argen?" The silver coloured ermine had moved up and about on his shoulder and squeaked as if he was agreeing with Indras. "Self-righteous holy men talking about redemption at the same time they are prosecuting people based on their looks, the hypocrysy around that still baffles me." He looks around quite pensive waiting for the others to come to their senses and move about instead of converting evil-doers.
Indras walks over to the room and inspects the bandits with no armour from a distance. Coming quickly to the conclusion that they are indeed sick. Yikes, and I thought the man was lying or exaggerating. We have to get ourselves and those healthy men moving quickly out of here. He returns with a grim face to the others. "Roknar isn't lying, the sick ones have the disease known as the Chillbane Shakes, they are fatigued and sick, they'd do well to not travel. As much as it's not my problem, I can't let someone die a slow horrible death due to a sickness. Nor would I want myself to be infected by them. Let's leave them here and get moving now we're still healthy."
Indras smiles broadly at the kobold close to him.
He shakes loose his shoulders and neck, takes up his bow and arrows and nocks one on it, aiming it at Roknar's chest. "As I see it you have two choices as a hostile prisoner, as you are not in the position to demand anything. Comply with us and walk to Heldren or we'll continue the killing part starting with you." He steadies his hand and looks past his bow. "What's it gonna be?"
Posting my level up stats. +1 BAB, +1 to all saves, + 8 hp (1d10 + 1Con + 1 Favored class)
The Feat and such were a difficult choice, I had to let Rapid Shot go because I want to take my lvl 7 Prestige Class and also get my combat reflexes at lvl 5. I'm planning to take Snap Shot as early as possible.
Indras can only smirk and smile at Stigr's obvious attempts to annoy the fey. "After a day of this 'Snowball', you'd wish you'd died by my hands. Keep it up Prophet." This is more torture than I could imagine, I like this side of Stigr. Indras will lead the front again when the group leaves for Heldren, keeping his eyes peeled for danger.
"Heh who says you'll get out? Also who says Izoze will not freeze us anyway even if you do get out?" Indras smirks as the fey tries to threaten them.
He loads a cold-iron arrow on his bow and smiles at the tiny creature.
Indras looks up from his bow as Gaandik brings down the caged fey, his brow furrowed as far as others could see that under his hood. "So that's the creature we're worried about? Heh, right, just let's get a move on back to Heldren."
"Well Prophet, if you and me keep watch here, the most diplomatic or intimidating one of us should go question that evil fey downstairs. I would pull out the wings if it were up to me."
"If they ever run, they won't get far before my arrow finds it mark in the back of their heads, that should be warning enough. Got it Roknar?" He remarks grimly to the bandit leader.
Indras turns his head around and looks puzzled at Gaandik. "You want to take these bandits with you? Back to town? Who says we don't get backstabbed on the way?"
Indras looks to the corner of his eyes as he listens to Roknar speaking up. His other eye still fixated on the other bandits. "So how do we kill that Izoze and Teb Knotten? I know how to kill animals and men, but trolls and mephits are different."
Indras rolls his eyes at the bandit leader suggesting another room. "Fine! Though you should remember that I am not humanitarian around here." He still has his hood up, but glares with his white eyes at the leader. "Grayson help me move them into that southern room. Charlotte can you search the rooms? Start with that one." He says as he points to the bandit leader's room.
"Everybody ok with moving them into that sleeping room?" Indras points to the northern room, with the open door.
If the others agree, Indras will hard-handedly move the thugs into the room, one by one their arms tied behind their back.
"By all means, Prophet." Indras says, clearly not intent on releasing the woman himself. Heroes should take credit where credit is due, luckily I'm not a hero.
Indras sheathes his sword and walks over to where he dropped his bow.
He walks back to the leader and points the bow at him. "One wrong move. I won't miss." His tone is very clear on this matter.
"Tell us everything you know about what's happening and you might live depending on your answer. Lie and you will join your minions in the afterlife. Are we clear?!" he bellows at the man.
Round 3
Indras turns around as he hears the sudden voice from behind him, but then sees him casting a spell.
He grips his sword tightly as he takes a step back, taking hits from the skeletons as he steps backwards without turning around.
Round 2
"Darned skeletons" He says as he maneuvers to engage the half-orc.
He swings his greatsword to hack at the half-orc beside him.
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