With Andrea's permission, Stephanus presents Sari with the clean and polished fang. He's bored a small hole in its base and run a leather cord through it to make a charm. When he gives it to her, he tells her its a reward for 'bravery and good cheer in the face of beast and brigand'.
Afterwards he takes part in the Dwarf's game, losing a modest amount of money to his companions with all the good humor he can muster. He drinks and eats what is offered, and puts his things wherever Oleg is able to house him.
After the celebration but before retiring, Stephanus makes his way to the top of the outpost palisade and surveys the surroundings. Tomorrow he will sketch what may be the first map of Oleg's outpost and its surroundings.
He lights a cigar stub and slowly savors its pungency as he ponders the long miles between him and his previous life. He wonders for perhaps the hundredth time how the lovers he left have adjusted their lives. He spent long enough swimming around in the undercurrents of Opparan high society to know that despite the anxiety that surrounded his goodbyes, the women left behind have no doubt already moved to new conquests. Maybe some of them even returned to their husbands beds.
The cool night breeze and the miles between here and there - they help lift the anxiety off his shoulders to fly off into the night sky like one of Warren's eagles. The present and the future is right here, palpable under the evening moon. He sits there pondering the moonlit landscape well into the evening.
Stephanus is uncomfortable with the role of handing down sentences outside the heat of combat. His personality is such that he will avoid any role but that of witness in this trial. He'll do what his companions recommend, though with reluctance.
He left the empire to lose himself in the wilds, disillusioned with the society of man.
And he is also not an adherent of Erastil, or any other active deity. But he bows to the authority Erastil has with his companions and with rural communities in general. He views this whole exercise as a chance to observe and record.
Stephanus is mindful of the hard case and his gestures. He keeps his weapon trained on the man and advances to cover Warren. He calls out to the druid.
"If you would disarm and bind those men, I have them well-covered." He thrusts the crossbow at them to enforce his point.
"We need to make contact with the outpost, and drag this engine off the road. Either put it in the outpost or raze it. Then we can get the caravan under cover."
Stephanus abandons his performance and moves forward at a trot, trying to anticipate the coming shot from the fatalistic bandits. Time to finish this and get thier wards within the relative safety of the palisade and gate.
Double move to W34.
stats:
rnd 4, hp 9, ac 16
bardic performance used 3/13
spells cast today: comprehend languages
current effects: none
Stephanus aims his crossbow at his clearest target by the ram while droning on about the weak moral fiber of the common brigand and his propensity for flight in the face of real adversity.
"This insistence on fighting in the face of these odds speaks to a certain lack of common sense."
5' step to L34. I think I'm still at 2 range increments. Continuing performance.
Stephanus keeps his weapon trained on the fleeing bandits and advances as he continues his performance. Taking possession of the siege engine seems to him like a sound course of action. As he sees the group of horses waiting for the fleeing bandits, he glances back toward their own caravan and the missing cavalry.
Once those men are horsed, they may find their courage, he thinks to himself. No better time for a charge of horse.
Move to K34 and continuing performance.
stats:
rnd 2, hp 9, ac 16
bardic performance used 2/13
spells cast today: comprehend languages
Stephanus grits his teeth and advances into the bandits' return fire. He stays trained on the near side as Aliana suggested. His hand finds another bolt, his foot the leather strap, and his crossbow draws again with a stride and a metallic click. The bolt is in place. The crossbow level with the enemy and adjusted for distance.
Then at the last second he reconsiders the shot and holds it. He calls out to his nearest friends. "If they drop that ram within bowshot of the stockade their attack is likely foiled. This lot will not have the courage to retrieve it under fire. Thieves love no one so much as themselves, so they will not stand for one another. That is why plans such as the one we see before us never work."
Gods I can't wait to get the pedantic lecture ability! :)
stats:
rnd 1, hp 9, ac 16
bardic performance used 1/13
spells cast today: comprehend languages
Five foot step to E34, reload crossbow and use naturalist performance to grant the others a +1 attack & AC vs humans.
Stephanus ponders the 200' of open ground between the party and the bandits and shakes his head.
"They're too far away for me to try the confusion charm I've worked up. I think it's a slow advance with bows, just to take the heat off the outpost. Once they're caught between two fires, they may break. Particularly if that horn of Kams is used at the right time."
Stephanus loads his crossbow, whispers a quiet prayer to he who no longer listens, and levels the weapon for a long distance shot. 2 range increments?
stats:
surprise rnd, hp 9, ac 16
bardic performance used 0/13
spells cast today: comprehend languages
Speaking low and excitedly to Tityanna as the fey disperse, "That's exactly why I left the stale heat of Oppara. For the chance to meet beings such as these. To see them first hand and make my own account of life beyond the edges of the map. Those Grig likely know alot about the wilderness we're about to plunge into. I think a friendship and alliance with them would be very much in our interest."
Stephanus can't resist laughing out loud at the sight of the bandits. He lowers the weapon and quietly completes the comprehend languages spell so he can understand the Sylvan being spoken. He defers to Tityanna.
Stephanus replies to Tityanna in a hushed tone, "There are likely invisible fey among us. Cast a light over by the Dwarves's wagon. I think there's another of the creatures by the chests. And mind the explosives..."
He casts light on any stationary object he can see near the bandits, then levels the crossbow and starts in that direction. He's nervous a frisky cricket-man may have freed one of our convicts.
Stephanus shifts his crossbow to his left knee. He bends and scoops up a wood chip from the spot where the firewood was chopped earlier this evening. He whispers a light enchantment on it, and tosses it at the closest of our intruders. Gremlins will get the campsite woken up but racoons just merit some shooing.
In case you need an attack roll for the throw...
Ranged attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Doh! I chucked my wood chip into the woods. Hopefully it stayed within 20' of something,
So is a straight up 20 an automatic success on the perception - meaning I can read all the spoilers? Or is it just a 24, meaning I can only read the 1st DM spoiler?
As a charm, that makes its use like a wand, correct? I think Warren can use it without a roll, and I will be able to do so when we advance a level. Besides, as a red-blooded Taldan, Stephanus isn't entirely sure that a charm blessed by Saranrae would work right for him.
As to the crime and punishment thing, Stephanus is the kind of guy that wants the problem to go away. He's both unwilling to be executioner and loathe to let the men go. Turning them over to Oleg's for imprisonment until they could be transported to Brevoy might be okay, depending on what Oleg's is like.
Perhaps men to press into the army is actually an asset Brevoy would be interested in? Maybe the bandits we capture in the Stolen Lands are an asset if handled the right way.
Stephanus steps up at Ursula's offer of medical treatment, discreetly unbuttoning his shirt and exhibiting the blossoming bruise on his chest.
At word of Zavac's departure he shakes his head. Having a worshiper of the 'Scorcher in the East' in the company made him nervous from the first, and also slightly ashamed of the prejudice he carried with him from home. He deliberately mouths a silent psalm to his dead god, benefited to the questing half-orc if not his goddess.
He smiles in gratitude to the healing and says, "I for one am thankful we have someone skilled in the healing arts coming to setup on the frontier. Will you offer a discount to repeat customers when you setup your shop?"
He'd already resolved to focus his efforts on a healing spell. He'd seen them practiced enough in the past and felt more confidence daily in his ability to pull the trick off.
Seeing the breaking up of the group's conversation and feeling somewhat guilty for pushing Tityanna past the point of her endurance, he retires to his tent. He retrieves the fangs and the bloody rag and carefully washes away the gore. When they're clean he lays one out on the blanket before him and sketches the item to scale, along with his impressions of the monster itself.
The small glowing fetish silhouettes his shadow on the tent wall rather later into the night then he'd intended. Once the journal musing started, the words poured out of him and onto the page in close-written lines.
Through years of subtext reading Stephanus is adept at expressing and recognizing subtle tensions in speech. He deflects to more solid ground, pushing the conversation away from the personal and back to the practical.
Don't make me bust a Diplomacy roll on you guys. :)
Stephanus continues to press the question he sees most pertinent. He points at Thad and his duty to administer justice line.
"This is the salient point, ladies and gentlemen. There's no one to pronounce judgement on such banditry but us. No one to execute that justice but us. These men may be known for much worse already by the people at Oleg's. Oleg may want these mens' blood, for all we know."
"We're the ones bearing the piece of paper and the apparent responsibility, though. Which begs the question: which one of you is volunteering to be the new gaoler of Oleg's outpost? Who will oversee a year or five penance that we may choose to "hand down" to those men?"
"These are not theoretical questions, friends. Each mile draws us closer to our destination. The questions trouble me because I do not have satisfactory answers to them."
Once the caravan gets across the river, Stephanus resumes a watchful place at the back. This time he walks crossbow in hand, staying to the most solid footing he can find on the shoulder of the road. When the rain seems to have stopped, he actually lights the stogie he's been chewing these many days and puffs it briefly. The pungent aroma of the tobacco finally drives away the lingering taste of mud and river.
Once a campsite is found for the evening he peels off the layers and finds places for them to hang and drip dry in the breeze. He shifts to his only change of clothes and does what he can to help put the site in order.
Later in the evening, he listens to his colleagues' exchange. He makes a placating gesture as he joins his voice to the debate.
"We've been ambushed twice - through no fault of our own that I can see. We've reacted relatively well to those adversities so far, and the people we're escorting have shown themselves to be resourceful and resilient."
"For my part, where the questions of justice or 'civic' leadership are concerned, I think the folks we protect here and any that choose to follow them will largely determine that with us. I've not come on this expedition with grandiose ideas of imposing my will upon the lives of others. The very opposite, in fact. To my view, the exercise of authority is a thing perilous to the soul of man. It is corrupting by its nature. Prolonged exposure to it will turn a person into an insufferable boor, unable or unwilling to listen to or partake in an honest exchange of ideas."
"But its possible to talk about communication and coordination without devolving into politics. The nature of this caravan spreads us out and makes it hard to defend. And we're evidently walking into a situation more perilous than I'd personally considered, given the coordination we already see in our enemies. Is there something we can do tactically to help warn us of threats or act more cohesively?"
Extended conversations like this are tough in pbp format, so here's more Stephanus after his new friends have weighed in.
"On the strategic side of the debate, Tityanna you seem to know the politics of Brevoy much better than I. What connection do you see between the slaughtered patrol and this ambush? Would they have let them pass? The note seemed to suggest that they were coming from the direction of Oleg's, but the bandits intimated that the outpost was shaken down while they were blocking the road. Is it time to question our militia friend and see what his story is?"
Stephanus and his band of captives throw themselves on the ground as the thunderclap rolls over the caravan. He looks up from his spot in the mud in time to see Kam come shooting out of the river behind the horse. He shakes his head in wonder as the naked and oiled Galt goes skimming across the terrain.
"Now that was a deed worthy of song - only no one would believe it," he mutters to no one in particular. He'd been wondering these past days if the story they were writing was comedy or tragedy. "Comedy," he asserts to himself, "definitely comedy."
Stephanus stands vigil over the prisoners and this flank of the caravan. He calls over to nearest caravan mate, whichever of the npcs is nearest, to post a watch on one of the wagons for anyone approaching by the road or the opposite flank. With so many injured and distracted, the caravans seem suddenly vulnerable to him.
"How far off is your camp? How many more are there aside from this 'Kressle'? In which direction does it lie from Oleg's? Were others sent to the outpost while you were sent to block the road?"
Standing there, Stephanus is struck by the thought of how the slaughtered militia up the road could be connected to this ambush. Could the recovering Worg victim convalescing in the wagon be a bandit wearing a militia uniform?
Stephanus draws his blade, both to arm himself against the evil little fetish and to reinforce the point with the remaining bandits that we're in control of the situation. He steps over to where it landed and casts detect magic on it to see if it might still bear its curse.
In case another roll is desired...Knowledge(arcana)1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25.
If Stephanus recognized the threat before Thad's save, he may have had the presence of mind to use inspire courage to help that save. If Tareth allows, Stephanus would have definitely taken that action.
DM:
In case it could be relevant init? 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Stephanus laughs at the girl's performance, but still shakes his head in the negative.
"Probably the kind that paralyzes you, making you a lump of meat for the beast to swallow whole." He watches the girl closely as he says this, ready to temper his statement if she looks like she's about to freak.
He holds the bloody rag out for examination, but maintains enough distance to pull it back should she reach for it.
"It's an ugly mess right now anyway. And possibly harboring the remnant of a toxin. Let me clean it up... and myself as well, and we'll examine them together if you're interested."
Stephanus smiles reassuringly at Sari and looks over at Fulton for approval or disapproval of his daughter's request.
"I will collect them both, but your receiving one is clearly up to your father. I intend to use the fang to learn something of the monster itself. Like if its bite delivers poison, for instance."
"Less a souvenir than a sample."
He smiles more broadly, waiting for the little girl to bob her head that she's following. Seeing no prospect of this, he tries again, plying his blade to the other upper mandible of the creature as he speaks.
"Think of it as a measure of how big this snake may be compared to others of its kind. I'll sketch its likeness tonight, along with notes on its color, its manner of movement, the placement of its fins, etcetera."
One more exertion and a second bloody fang is scooped up into the rag.
"Let me talk to your father about the fang, and if he agrees, I promise it's yours."
Stephanus wanders over to the ruined serpent carcass and takes it by the tip of its tail, trying its weight. If he can manage it, he pulls the monster off to the side of the road. Once he has the creature there, he moves up to the head of the beast and hacks off part of its upper jaw with his rapier. He frees one of the fangs, then scoops it into a rag taken from one of the wagons and sticks it in his pocket.
His sample collected, Stephanus comes over to listen to Tityanna's line of questions.
Stephanus struggles to his feet in the deep mud, checks with his hand that his weapon is still in the scabbard, and walks the last couple feet to the edge of the flood. He uses the combination of rain and muddy flood water to flush his mouth and nose of mud and to wash the mud from his eyes.
His sight restored, he peers after the wagon struggling away through the brush and mud, then glances over at Kams binding the slumbering bandits. For just a moment, his gaze settles on the patch of grass where the man he likely killed bleeds out. His fingertips find the sore spot where the bandit's arrow pierced his armor and he experiences a short, irrational shot of hot anger at the man who lies over there dying.
Then it passes.
He starts after the struggling wagon, anxious for the sake of the family within.
Stephanus stretches out when he sees the wagon lurch into motion. With a growl he casts off the hard-won shield. He tosses it into the grass beside the road where it won't get run over by a wagon. He leaps at the wagon.
His second move action takes him to the side of the wagon. If it's feasible to get to the front by jumping in the rear, Stephanus does this. Otherwise he'll use more movement to progress up the side before jumping. This could be bad...
Stephanus takes a double move to slip between two wagons and advance up the far side of the caravan, scanning the brush-line north of the road for any deeper layer to this ambush. Move to M13.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
stats:
rnd 6, hp 6, ac 18, bless
bardic performance used 1/13
rnd 5, hp6, ac 18 (w/ shield), bless
bardic performance used 1/13
Stephanus steps to the back of the wagon, fires his crossbow at the nearest bandit B2?, then drops the weapon into the wagon next to his shield.
attack 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
damage 1d8 ⇒ 6
I'm pushing the envelope with what can be done in a turn here, but I think that's a No Action, a Standard, and a free. If that leaves me a move-equivalent action still...
Stephanus slides his arm into the shield grips and swings the board around to face the enemy archers.
rnd 2, hp9, ac 16, bless
bardic performance used 1/13
DM: In your 'DM rolls and actions' section you gave me AC 18, but without the shield its AC 16. Still moving to rectify that...
Feeling lucky at his first shot and even moreso for the bandit archer's first attempt, Stephanus continues moving to the back of the caravan. As he moves he resets the bow and reaches for another bolt. His shield sits just inside the last wagon.
Seeing the charging brigands and regretting his forgotten shield, Stephanus reverses course and hustles toward the back of the caravan. The dwarves, Ursula, the entire rear of the caravan is exposed! Move to I17.
Once the tree is out of the way, Stephanus levels his crossbow at the closest bandit and fires the shot.
I think he's within the 80' by the end of my move.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 1d8 ⇒ 3 damage
stats:
rnd 2, hp9, ac 16 vs bandits
bardic performance used 1/13
Stephanus walks forward, holding his shot while his mind races through the taxonomies he's read. He clears his throat, then begins expounding on the qualities of the Greater River Serpent of northern Avistan.
Bardic Performance naturalist gives everyone +1 to attacks, AC, and saves against this monster. Probably not the dolphins, though :(
"Odd place for such a specimen, isn't it friends? Such a potent example of its species, caught up in flood waters created by a fabricated obstruction?"
"This monster came from upstream?" he calls over to Warren.
stats:
rnd 1, hp9, ac 19, naturalist insight
bardic performance used 1/13
Stephanus cuts the dangerous dwarf a wide berth then hurries forward when he catches wind of what's happened up at the front of the caravan. He loads his crossbow and sights the weapon, watching to anticipate the serpent's movement through the water.
Moving to (O,17) in round 1.
Initiative 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Not sure which is relevant category for identifying the creature.
Knowledge (nature) 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Knowledge (arcana) 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
As the ladies' wagon comes to a stop, Stephanus stands to get a view of the flood. He whistles in wonder, grabs his crossbow and hops down into the shallowest mud patch he can find.
Hearing the warnings of the others and seeing the dwarf cradling his little mixture of hellfire, Stephanus backs off the road and out of Porter's path.
"Perhaps the explosives are premature good dwarf?!"
I think I'm about 5 squares off the left margin, at y=17. If Duella and Ursula's wagon is after Donal's.
Stephanus smiles at the halfling mistress and her question.
"I've spent my entire life around the stage. My mother was an actress and singer in Oppara, and at one time I longed to live in the theater as she did. Obviously I no longer seek that life for myself, but my love of the performance has never died. I would very happily perform in your production and recruit others for the project."
"Did you have a piece in mind?"
Perception:
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Stephanus looks doubtfully at the flood and the bridge, but defers the caravan decision of how to cross to those that know of such things.
Stephanus ponders the note for a moment, sorting through the plausible meanings of the broken message.
"I suppose we may not know what these men were sent to 'secure' until we see if they've been to Oleg's yet, and if so how they behaved when they were there. The most optimistic reading says they were sent ahead to secure the road and wait for our arrival... a reinforcement for the trading post while we focused our attention on exploring and reopening the trade road further south."
Stephanus perks up a bit at the talk of justice and the redemption of the hypothetically reformed bandit.
"So are you asking what law should look like in the lands south of Oleg's, or are you asking how we'll react in a fight with bandits? I'll happily poke holes in anyone directly opposing our expedition with violence. But the question of the form of law is more fun."
"Ideally, a man's penance must lead to a reconciliation with the offended. This is an axiom that should underpin the laws and punishments of a society. At the point where no deed will offer the offended any consolation, that is the threshold beyond which ostracism becomes a minimum sentence. Otherwise a society will come apart."
"Will we form a court for the trial and sentencing of our bandits? Must we build a jail? In combat a man is jury, judge and executioner, but beyond Oleg's there will be no place to hold the captives we take.
Stephanus takes up his post staring out the back of the rear wagon, crossbow within arm's reach. He contemplates the scenery as it slowly recedes into the haze of weather.
Stephanus tries to make use of the remaining light to get his tent setup and get himself installed somewhere relatively dry where the day's observations could be recorded. Within his low tent, sitting cross-legged he broods over the open journal for awhile gathering the images in his mind. He sets up the little eye of Aroden on a shrine made from his armor and illuminates it with a cantrip. Not much to add to the map today. Geography of mixed grassland and shrub forest. Outcrops of broken and weathered rocks. And Worgs!
The red glow of the demon wolf's eyes are kindled again in the mind and flow onto the page. A sketch of the beast exhibiting her hostage. A sketch of the insignia on the victims' clothing. No real sense of their identity, but perhaps they were known to Oleg? He muses this way for as long as his conscience can bear it before carefully stowing it all away and emerging to help with the chores of the camp.
Stephanus nods to Tityanna in agreement on keeping close council. The charge of securing this place falls to us. This oath with the worg b@++~ eliminates her as a threat to the lives they're trying to make out here. They saw the worgs first hand, and they will see the beast's cruel handiwork tomorrow - no help for that.
Stephanus lays the wicked little amulet out on a crate and sketches its likeness into his journal. He then passes the charm back to Tityanna to render judgement on the dangers of keeping it.
After dinner and Kams's suggestion, Stephanus speaks his mind.
I think we should advise these folks to push on very early in the morning. Be ready to move as soon after dawn as possible. The morale of this group is very good still, despite what they've seen. They can bear one hard push to reach Oleg's. We can catch up on sleep when we reach the outpost.
Stephanus helps get the unconscious man to whatever place we can manage among the wagons, then seeks out Tityanna and Thad. He describes the matron worg to the sorceress and hands over the bauble.
"Its enchantments appear to be broken, but I defer to your judgement. If it bears no trace of a geas or curse, Kams has laid claim as testament of his oath."
"The beast was very boastful, claiming to have been 'Bane of Branthlend' and 'killer of Firock clan'. A formidable monster, without a doubt. And it spoke of a creature more powerful than itself - a master of trickery and embodiment of chaos. This was the thing that bound the worg to this place. This more powerful thing claims the lands south of here..."
Knowledge (local) or (history) on these references? No nobility in my repertoire. 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
As the group wanders back to the wagons, Stephanus ranges up next to the walking master Redcloak and offers the stogie, now lit.
He casts his voice so as not to easily be overheard. "I'd offer witness to the defense were your actions on trial before your conscience."
"The tenets of your faith are your business, but if I may represent... I see no sequence of events today that would have likely lead to the death of that terrible creature we just met. Far more likely the deaths of all of us, and possibly the people we're charged to deliver. Certainly of this chap," touching the boot of the unconscious man on the horse.
"Had we known that monster's lair lay just off the road, but never stumbled upon these men, we would have rightly carried on to Oleg's with the best interest of these settlers in mind. Perhaps to return here in the future to eliminate this evil, but not today. Perhaps she and her brood would have killed someone on this road tomorrow."
"Now she is banished elsewhere, and may potentially be an ally against some more potent adversary. That is the more concerning thing if our future lies in those same lands. Whatever laid this questing charm on that Worg must be powerful indeed."
Stephanus smiles at Kams as he scoops up the amulet. "Who keeps it for posterity is no concern to me. Let me confer with Tityanna back at the caravan and if it is as I believe and the magic once bound to this item is entirely released, why then please take it. I would sketch it this evening if we have a chance."
Stephanus nods his agreement on the disposal of the victim and lends a hand moving the body and collecting the things. Does the bottle of liquid radiate magic?
Stephanus will take the item and make a study of it - he's just being cautious by trying to analyze it before taking it into his possession. The thing obviously contained some power that was not in line with the will of its wearer. This suggests it could bear a curse.
Stephanus slips through the last of the brambles and enters the den. He walks over and casts detect magic, focusing on the untouched amulet on the ground.
He then sweeps the den with the arc of the enchantment, quickly scanning for anything else that might stand out. When the enchantment ends or he's satisfied with the survey, he waits to see if Zavac requires help with the injured man.
"Should we burn the bodies of the dead? I haven't a spade to do the other. We'll carry this poor man back to their camp?"
Before the group leaves, he pulls his journal out of his bag and does his best to sound out and write down Branthlend and the Fir'ock clan.
Stephanus moves to find a line of sight on the worg and waits quietly to hear the exchange. His eyes stay fixed on whatever target he can get, hoping to shoot before the monster can bite if it comes to that.
He declines to check his moral compass on the question of making pacts with evil creatures. It's been broken since he fled the empire anyway. Aroden won't care, is what they say in Oppara. He's found that the phrase falls a trifle flat when repeated outside the empire, so now he confines himself to thinking it.
Better to observe frontier justice and learn from it.
Once Stephanus has recovered and reloaded his crossbow he wanders over closer to the rocks hoping for a piece of high ground to view his surroundings by. Once found, he commits details of the landscape to memory for a later sketch.
He walks over to the place where the first worg ambushed from, then studies the far tree line for any sign of more enemies.
"While I'm normally the first to suggest a good dissection, there was the question of a living victim. Let's see this task through, then return to gather the pelts."
"Surely there were more than three of the brutes to have murdered those men back there."
I think I got ahead of the initiative somehow. If the only worg left is fleeing the scene, Stephanus sheathes his blade and returns to pick up his crossbow in round 4.
