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Round 4
sorry, was posting from a smart phone earlier. another electric bolt at the fleeing bandit if possible. Siph will move closer to keep him within range.

3/7
ranged touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
electricity: 1d6 ⇒ 1
miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 1

Giving chase to the fleeing bandit with the others, siph once again looses a bolt of lightning

"Stop running so I can fry your arse!" she yells after him.

hmm...its an interesting idea, though I agree with Masato. Early levels HP is so low, that a crit can knock most people unconscious, as can a tough weapon or a really good spell. healing does such a small amount early on, it takes a few rounds to get a character conscious or even to half HP. Also, it does severely affect some classes over others, making going unconscious even worse than it already is for low fort classes.

Just an opinion,

ok, never used sleep spell before, does it affect allies?
sleep spell to target claw bandit, unless it affects allies in which case i'll do ranged touch attack on the claw bandit.
Sleep=DC 15
Ranged touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
electricity damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

round 3

ouch s'ala. Cast sleep, dc 15 will save. Will try to get the ones near S'ala and Angeys, will try to get as many as possible within 10 foot radius, so 20'. 3/4 first level spells used

Siph winces as S'ala drops to the ground. Fearing for the now outnumbered Angeus, siph once again tries to catch a few bandits in magical slumber.

round 2

If a bandit moves to attack Siph, she will target that one, otherwise she will take a shot at the one attacking Sala

bloodline ability 1/7 electricity ray

20% and under misses cover: 1d100 ⇒ 82
range touch attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

note I have not added in any firing into melee penalty, as not sure who I am targeting, if possible Siph will maneuver to get a clearer shot.

A slight breeze picks up around Siph and her eyes flash as a bolt of lightning streaks from her outstretched hand towards one of the bandits.

Anyone close to Siph can catch the smell of roses strong in the air just before 2 of the bandits suddenly nod off to sleep, blissfully forgetting about the ambush.

Round 1

casting mage armor (2 hours), move to cover. Siph has used 2/4 1st level spells

Siph casts another spell and a magic force surrounds her in a protective layer. Having seen to some defensive measure, Siph will try to move behind a tree away from her horse for better cover.

Surprise round action.

stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20.
if siph can see any bandits within 20' of each other she will cast sleep hoping to get more than 1 caught in the spell, DC 15 will save , max 4HD of creatures. Otherwise she will cast mage armor.

Spotting the bandits Siph quickly mouths an incantation and then leans close to her horse, hoping to not draw too much attention from the bandits.

Siph looks up at stalkers return and after hearing his news and quickly agrees with the others. let us hunt this patrol, thus thinning their ranks and protecting our flanks

Siph un-slings her bow, and double checks to make sure her arrows are within reach.

yes, it is a fine line.....

siph lets the words trail off, loosing herself in a thoughtful silence.

if not for Tristan, would I be among this camp, would I be given a second chance if fate had not pulled me from a future of banditry?

Siph lets out a long sigh. I dislike murder, If a bandit threatens me again, he will die. If we take prisoners, that is preferable, but I will loose no sleep over putting a shaft through a bandit or two. Be thankful they are not soldiers, otherwise they would be better trained, and twice as deadly. And know this, unless you are worth a hefty ransom or can charm the tail off a tiefling, these men will not halt the blade at your throat if you surrender

I dislike outright murder, but it would be foolish to tow prisoners with us. Tie them securely to a tree if we must take a prisoner, retrieve them on our return, if the creatures of the woods don't get to them first.

Siph saddles her horse, making sure that her quiver and bow are within easy reach.

Laughing at Quince's confusion and discomfort Siph adds "you are quite the charmer when you talk in your sleep.

In the morning Siph will take a portion of the food, then spend some time shaping her arcane energy into the magics she can manipulate.

when she passes by quince, She asks him in a mocking tone "Master Quince, I trust my back side meets with your approval this morning?"
she accentuates the act with with a shake of her 'backside'. careful you don't let your gaze linger too long, their are some nasty spells that seem to find those who do...."

Siph looks up from her her place by the fire, when the night is its darkest wake me, I do not require light to see

Having little luck foraging, siph returns with her waterskin full.
Settling down near Quince, her face flushes with anger but it quickly dissipates when she realizes that he is in and out of sleep.
I'll remember that comment tomorrow, you can. Be sure.

getting comfortable, Siph will partake in a small portion of the food, then she sits crosslegged by the fire and begins to concentrate on her inner power, reciting the words and practicing the gestures needed to unleash her magic.

. survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 to find food and water

Siph tethers her horse next to Kevros' mare handy trick
she will then take her saddle and set up a spot near the fire pit. Once that's done, she heads off in the opposite direction Tristan went
looking for any fresh berries, clean water, or any rise bushes if she's lucky.

dc 15 ride: 1d20 + 7d6d1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + (8, 10, 17, 5, 2, 17, 10, 17, 6, 10, 7, 5, 1, 18, 20, 18, 17, 9, 7, 5, 7, 11, 18, 5, 14) + 3 = 273.

once the party stops, Siph slowly crawls out of her saddle, almost falling. Cleary I was not built for this, perhaps I will need a few pointers from you Quince, otherwise tomorrow will be a rough journey.

Siph quietly mutters, if we don't all die at the hands of bandits...gozreh forbid.adding the last part hastily as she realizes that her thoughts were spoken aloud.

"Then let us ride, and see what the fates have in store for us."

Siph lets out a low whistle "A special mount, you are very lucky"

To the group as a whole "Do you expect trouble here at Oleg's? What of these reinforcements you spoke of, do we know where they are or when they should arrive?"

"Having enjoyed bandit hospitality, some may know of me, perhaps even before my time with them. I can draw a cloak tight, that should be sufficient.

Siph runs her hand through her hair and furrows her brow for a moment "If we take are able to take out a patrol and then head straight for the camp, they would have no idea that something was amiss. However, if we delay after an encounter with the patrol, they may be on their guard. I like the idea of catching patrols as they return to the camp, it is risky, but with great risk comes great reward."

sorry for the short posting yesterday, laptop died, should be ok with my temporary fix for now.

sorry, laptop died, just got a temporary replacement.

"I agree with Tristan, if we are able, let us thin their ranks before we reach the camp. A patrol returning mid-attack could be ruinous. As for disguising ourselves as quince suggests, the armor would interfere with my magic but the rest should be fine."

Siph will ready her horse, and then lead it over next to Stalker and Addresses him
"I am Siph, newly come to this group. You have some useful magic at your disposal, is this normal for elven rangers or have you had special training?"

Siph checks in on her horse, making sure he is as comfortable as possible. After that she keeps an eye on the prisoners, noting any interactions they have with their marks.

once stalker returns, Siph joins the others.

"Having experienced its loss, freedom is something Iwiuld never willingly surrender, these bandits take away such freedom, let us end their terror."

that's what I thought, but figured better safe than sorry.
Do I need to make any rolls to mark happ and the other resistor or was I able to mark them even with their resistance to it.

Siph makes her way outside and Approaches each of the prisoners in turn, casting Arcane Mark on them, Leaving the rune Visible on their left cheek.

"Now , I need all of you to hold still, this wont hurt a bit. Once you have proven yourselves, I will remove this mark, until then it is permanent, and can only be removed by my will. If any of you run, I will be able to track you through this mark."

I think its just a bluff check, but could be both so...
intimidate check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
bluff check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

"Alas, the spell is restricted to letters and runes. Additionally, it is my personal Symbol and can not be changed."

In response to Tristan's ideas, Siph says "I favor a night time attack, with some asleep, perhaps I can put those on guard into a magical slumber, thus getting into the camp undetected. If the gods favor us, we could take the camp with little bloodshed"

ok, i'm lost. I thought Quince was working on a crest for the greenbelt wardens, not Siph's mark. The arcane mark can not be tailored, it is her personal mark and doesn't change, at least that's how I read it.

if there are no arguments against then...
Siph places her hand on the mark on the wall and concentrates, willing the mark to vanish.

"Then if it is agreed, I will begin marking the prisoners."

to Quince Siph says, "This is a wild land by its nature, since we are avoiding anything close to the stag lord's symbol, perhaps the Symbol of Gozreh, would be appropriate. I would help to show our intention for peace with the natural that surrounds us."

"True, I can be removed by others magic, but I was thinking as more of a means to help keep them inline. It is amazing how much a persons fears of magic can empower a simple trick such as this one. Fear of me casting magic on them THROUGH the mark, and being able to find them anywhere could help temper thoughts of escape."

Siph sighs heavily"Alas, it is these same fears that account for much of the violence in my life. People often try to destroy what they refuse to understand. Still, a reputation as a 'witch' has allowed me to convince would be cutthroats and thieves to walk away without a single spell being used."

Siph returns Angeus's smile "With this mark I can track you down, it can not be removed except by me, that sort of thing?"

Siph halts her exit and turns back to Kevros. "Yes, I can place my own personal mark on them as a glowing rune. It lasts about 1 month and can only be removed through magical means. It is painless, but lacks the permanent factor of a traditional branding and those who prove their change of heart would not be permanently maimed giving them a chance to escape their past."

Siph finds a place on the wall and mutters a few quick words, tracing her fingers on the wood. With a soft flash, the blue glowing runes appears on the wall.

Business concluded for the moment, Siph makes her outside in search of food. Remembering Oleg's words, she heads for the firepit looking for Svetlana. Spying her, Siph approaches "Evening lady Svetlana, I am Siph, a companion of Tristans. Oleg said I might see you about a hot meal if its not too much trouble?"

Siph takes the quill and then pauses before signing Thank you all for welcoming us. then she quickly signs her name in flowing letters.

Siph returns Masota's greeting.

"A pleasure Masota. Based on the number of bandits you have captured and your arms and armor, it seems quite the Greenwatch Wardens are a band of capable warriors. I look forward to seeing you all in action from a safe distance, at least safe for me. I doubt bandits will consider it a safe distance when arrow and lightning pierce their defenses." She says the last bit lightly but the wicked grin leaves no doubt that she means to give the bandits such a welcome.

"Now then, before we so 'rudely' interrupted, I believe you were heatedly discussing those miserable fools fates. Please continue, I must confess I find myself intrigued by your arguments."

Siph takes S'ala's Hand, offering him a warm smile.

"I will follow Tristan's lead in this."

"well at least their not screaming, Burn her!"

Siph offers Masota a grin, "I am Siph, Sorceress of the wilds, mistress of the sky! Out of respect for our host, all demonstrations should be conducted outside if you require a show." "Oh, and this bow is not entirely for decoration..."

Nodding at quinces words "It would be safer to get he pay upfront but I prefer the freedom and chance of greater reward of signing."

While Tristan speaks, Siph sizes up the group. I wonder what I've gotten myself into here? she wonders for the first time, though a feeling in her stomach makes her think it will not be the last.

"I have no grand notions of vengeance, though if I meet those who have wronged me, they will pay. I leave them free to choose their own demise, fight and they may die, surrender and they may live."

Siph's face darkens at the unspoken accusation "No, I have no one, except perhaps Tristan's word regarding my escape from the bandits.". She cross her arms and stares at each of the them in turn.

WIth an invitation secured, for the moment, SIph offers Tristan a quick wink then focuses her attention back on the other men.

"I did not recognize any of those men, though having enjoyed bandit 'hospitality' for an extended period, I could easily identify the ones I knew by sight if the opportunity presents itself. As to my disposition, punish them as befits their crime, but remember that many did not choose that life and if given a chance, would strike a new path." Siph pauses for a moment, then a mischievous grin appears on her face "I know a trick, a painless branding, I could permanently mark them with my own personal rune. We simply imply that the rune allows us to track them, scry on them, etc, for those not familiar in the ways of magic, it might help keep them on a better path."

I was reacting more tot he "Stables are closed" part of the comment, no real idea what part of the stables we are in.

Siph laughs, adding"Find me a druid and I bet my horse wont stop talking. Do not blame your companion, I doubt he expected me to be so bold as to charge in here."

Siph locks eyes with the Kevros, a half smile on her face.

"My horse would like to argue that last part, but alas he's usually the silent type. Forgive me, but your friend, outside said we might find who we seek in here. My companion Tristan can explain in more detail, but we have an axe to grind with local bandits."

sorry about that, meant to type "Here"
sick wife distracted me while typing. nice job rolling with it though....

Surprised at their luck of finding the group so quickly, Siph returns Saren's wink with a smile, and heads towards the stables, momentarily forgetting about her hunger. "Tristan, I think you might want to follow me"

Stepping into the stables, Siph hesitates, as Masota and Quince continue their argument.

Siph nods at Saren's words, "Him" she says, Pointing to Tristan"Tristan is his name, a new acquaintance of mine. He talked of a trying to meet with a group operating with a charter in these lands. Having recently experienced the 'hospitality' of bandits, and owing him for my freedom, I agreed to join him."

Siph pauses for a moment, then asks "And your business her?"

"Thank you Oleg."

Siph gives a slight bow and turns towards the firepit.
Seeing the man approach, Siph gives him the once over, noting the very large sword he carries.

Siph offers her hand to Saren, "Well met Saren, I am Siph. As to your threats to those bandits, I trust they deserve their current predicament? A word of caution though, few are those who choose banditry"

Once through the gate, Siph dismounts her horse, shoulders her bow and then turns to Oleg. As Oleg and Tristan exchanges pleasantries, she takes a quick look about, noting the lay of the land, including that she is now, for all intensive purposes, sealed in. She lowers her cloak hood and turns to Oleg

"Excuse me Sir, could you direct me to the stables, my horse is in need of food and rest." her statement is followed by a series of grumbles from her own stomach "pardon me, it appears my horse is not the only one whose hungry after that journey, where might I find a hot meal?"

no worries, have enjoyed reading up on you so far.

As they approach the fort, Siph allows Tristan to pull ahead slightly, letting him address the Trading Post for them. As they wait for a response, a breeze picks up, wiping her hair about, though anyone looking to the trading post flag would see it hanging limply.

"I've been by here before but never entered. Will my heritage be an issue for this Oleg?"
as she says this, she draws her cloak tight, pulling the hood up. Her horse shifts nervously, picking up on her unease.
one can never tell with these humans, as likely to shoot as invite me in.