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Robert takes the shrooms "Don't let women do men's work, Riley. I'll cook, maybe a nice stew if that girl can hunt a rabbit or sumthin'... but I need some herbs, give me a sec."

Craft(Stew) : 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Without speaking, Robert signals the rest to slow down and look for a place to sleep safe and covered.

Robert watches the situation escalate and dashes to trent, grabbing the soldier by the arm "Listen here, boy. We can't spare anymore time: we are leaving now and letting them live. Whatever payback we have to do, we'll do it later when we are hidden, safe and sound."

He then turns to Ganterra and signals him to start moving.

Robert looks at Ganterra, trying to measure Doc's words. "Calm Doc, I'm with you on this. I'm no murderer."

Robert runs to the man "Ey there old dog, stop in your tracks or you'll hurt yourself even more." he tries to make Beck sit "Doc diagnosed you with a harsh case of spear in the back and when he was tinkering with you I spotted someone advancing" he points to the prisoner "We killed some and captured the rest, and are right now deciding what to do. I'd rather not kill them, but having them come with us means more mouth to feed even if we manage to befriend the dogs."

"That's.... that's right, Doc. Wonder how you learned so much hehe." he speaks to the prisoner while forcing him -not very violently- to look at him "Doc, tell him that we won't kill them and that we hope they got found soon... but we don't like to be pursued either, so a bear or whatever they feel have attacked. No soldiers, just a big ol' bear, right?"

Robert looks a bit angered "What are ya'll talkin? I don't understand a s&&* about what these dogs say!"
He closes with Ganterra and examines the prisoners "Look, I don't like killin' unarmed, or armed for that matter... but we can't simply leave them be. I say we bring them with us. We can use them later, maybe they even join with us if they are conscripted like me."

He crouches in front of the odish man. "Either way we should do it fast or we are deader than dead."

I take the map to Riley and tell him "This looks suspicious, Oldy. Ask them what the x's and circles means. And why them forests have these marks? These dogs are scheming something."

He grabs and stash in his backpack the moonshine flasks and gets himself a new handaxe. Then he carries the belt pouchs -checking if they have coins inside- as well as the maps and the arrows to where the rest stand.

He whistles with surprise "Wo boy, were they scouts or a killing squad? They pack enough iron to form their own squad."

Robert will examine the maps to see what landmarks and notes they have.

When the fight ends Robert drop to his knees and grabs the arrow those dog shoot at him with both hands, removing it as cleanly as he can.

"Damn these damned dogs! They are lucky we need erry knowledge o' them we can get our hands around, or I'd be having a rough time with them: Arg, it f&#*ing hurts!" he hangs his bow from the shoulder and draws his dagger before walking to the scouts and talking to Riley "Riley, rite? You speak their language, am I rite? Ask them what the hell were they doing here, I'll check what the corpses and the soon-to-becorpses if I see they lie to us carry that can serves as well"

I check the corpses for everything of utility, included weapons and arrows. Then I take other weapons the survivors may carry, search and frisk them.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Trying to use the tree as cover Robert quickly steps forward before slinging two arrows to their archers.
"Take some cover, Cap or they'll fill you up with stings!"
5ft to G4 then Rapid Shot to C9

Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 211d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
If they hit...
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 31d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

+1 to hit and damage if under point blank range!

No biggie, DSP. Safety and health always first.

Robert curses under his breath just before trying to check if he hears more Odish coming, flying two arrows at the dog who have shot him true.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 121d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
+1 to hit if under 30ft.
Damage1: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Damage2: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
+1 to damage if... yadda yadda you know it! ^^

Then he steps back, trying to look for cover. 5ft step north, will update map later

I guessed something like that, but had to try. Quick question, do the trees provide total cover or just a bonus to AC?

DSP, kudos to your friend. Wow, I love the map thing.

Robert clenches Godamnit, couldn't they be deserters

Surprise to Study Target on H11. Round: 5ft step to H5 and Attacking H11 (Point Blank)

PB Longbow: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
PB Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

59 Arrows Remaining

"Copied, Cap. I'll wait with an arrow prepared, you give the order I let death loose."

Robert climbs down and goes back to the rest as silently as he can.
When he arrives near Ganterra and Trent he whispers. "At least 6 torches. As many or more treacherous dogs. If they don't change course they'll pass near but won't find us. What do we do Cap'n? Oldy doesn't seem like he's up for a run." He looks back to where the torches come from. "Maybe they don't expect to find resistance, if we kill or harm some of them they may retreat. But if they are decided to fight... that could mean problems."

Robert laughs at the image of the young man giving orders as a grizzled veteran "On my way, Cap'n!" He passes near Beck and Ganterra "You take care of him, Doc. No man should bleed to death in a god forsaken forest because some fakkin nobles though "We got nothing to do in monday, we should invade"... I'll go watch. If you hear somebody cry that means the dogs are looking for this bone."

He looks for a nice branch to climb and crouch in and hides there, bow in hand.

Climb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
After discovering that wet trees aren't that easy to climb, he takes his time. Taking 10 for a total of 16
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Robert walks through the forest trying to keep the noise low. He is tall and slender, but with muscles that show he is a man of the mountains used to live in the harsh environments of the wilds. His hair is red as the flames of battles, with white appearing as a sign of his until now long and peaceful live. A guard dog runs happily, oblivious to the defeat that just happened, besides him.

He grabs his bow with one hand, the other he uses to keep balance while walking over roots and small plants.
"I'll tell you what, tin can, the reinforcements came from the same place as the rest: from betrayal. Those damned mucked invaders, they don't respect anything." When Ganterra speaks he turns to look at the doctor "I remember you from camp, you aren't a bad doctor, but if you get near me with leeches things will get south fast, doc, hehe"

He stops to hear the forest and keeps walking when he hears nothing strange, closing in near the old man with the broken spear.

"I don't quite remember ya, but anyway we are all friends now. The only friends we have. Name's Robert, what's yours?"

You won't lose me, DSP :3
I have no more questions, and either waiting or not seems fine to me!

Independent guerrilla fighters sounds awesome to me, but as Trent said we need to gather intel first. We don't know what they want or what are their plans.

On the other hand Ash, Riley and me are really stealthy so we can get advantage over that.

"Well, mister sawbones, nice to have one o' your kind with us. Name's Robert and I'm sick of being fooled around. Can you patch that, doc? Hahahahaha!

So I say we hole up somewhere safe and we go hunt us treacherous dogs. Yaknow whadimsayin?"

Was the leader of our country a good one or a tyrant one? Just out of curiosity.

As far as what I would like to do... well, I know what Robert would like to do.

In this order:
*Survive with the people he has bonded over cruel war.
*Stop the invaders from screwing around with innocent people (He doesn't like our current leader or society, but doesn't like either that foreigners come to f#&! around with people that are having their lives)
*Survive

I don't mean he'd like to stop the invasion as a whole, but he sure will like to act if the fricking Odaliskian are pillaging the good people of Middleofnowhereville.

Hah! I found the image faster than dying from a bad healed wound in a realistic game!