"I'm sure we'll find something!"
Subotai runs off to find Oleg.
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Subotai cheers! "Did you see that shot! Haha! Subotai! Thief and Archer !" "What're we going to do with those ones?"
Subotai steps out of the main building, and spots the bandit making a run for it. That won't do. No running and telling your friends! He nocks an arrow, notes the distance and feeling the wind on his face he aims high and to the side. The arrow descends from the sky, as if guided by the divine and plummets into the man's chest, puncturing into his flesh between his collar bone and shoulder.
Subotai will prevent Grub from falling over. "Hurry up now small man! Put the fire out!"
Subotai stops at the bottom of the stairs. He hears Grub's grumbling behind the door and opens it. "Best get to work little man!" He turns and readies an arrow.
Subotai uses the stairs!
Subotai pats the flames out at the fringe of his attire. Tme to get out of here! He spends the remainder of his turn attempting to get off the roof, using whatever means necessary.
Subotai leaps clear of the danger.
As the combat truly begins and every member seems to be engaged Subotai needs to pick and choose his targets much more carefully lest he impale an ally. He sees Happs on the wagon, maybe not the best option but he isn't around any allies either! He'll do! 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 1d6 ⇒ 6
As the combat truly begins and every member seems to be engaged Subotai needs to pick and choose his targets much more carefully lest he impale an ally. He sees Happs on the wagon, maybe not the best option but he isn't around any allies either! He'll do!
As the arrow embeds itself deep in the bandits guts Subotai surveys the scene looking for his next target. He won't be of much threat now... He sees the leader of the band begin to draw back on his longbow aiming straight at Ragnar. Ah ah ah, not today my friend!
He looses the bowstring and the arrow flies out wildly. Damn! He quickly begins to ready another shot.
Subotai pulls back on his bowstring, looking for the best target.
"Ah! The doors are still open! Wasn't the little man supposed to close them after they entered?! The Northman sprang his 'trap' too early Subotai fires at one of the bandits on horseback directly in front of the gateway, he's hoping to cause panic and keep any from escaping. He gauges the distance... Fifty feet, give or take, well in range for my shortbow, shooting from above gives me a bit of leeway, yes that one will do He raises his bow ever so slightly to account for drop and releases!
Subotai stands and nocks an arrow.
"Aye! My eye is sharp, much sharper than my blade. I will lay away until they are close. They will have no chance!"
"Yes, I would imagine so friends. We are all out here for such riches! So long as that is a better offer than the bandits I see no reason to stray!"
Subotai winks at the kiss, bring his blade around to parry and dodge her thrust. He does a thrust of his own, and his blade mirrors the movement of his pelvis.
Not sweating his humiliating swing, Subotai moves forward to engage Ciri again, bring his curved blade swinging up!
Subotai misses wildly, bring the blade up it seems to deflect before even getting to her!
"Hmmm if it gets me the job!" At Ciri's nod Subotai draws his steel with a flash, bringing it down in an overhand arc.
"Says the man I rescued from doom! Ha!" Subotai laughs at Ragnar's taunt. He is quicker than the Northman thinks and doesn't provoke so easily.
"You hear Ragnar! She is a cowardly woman! No place on the field!" Subotai's own words shock him. He isn't too skilled with a blade himself, and truth me told he'd prefer to be up astride a horse firing arrows, not trading steel. But does he want to look a coward so soon in front of the Northman?
Subotai stands and walks out away from the tables. He places his hand on his short sword. "Aye, I suppose I could do as such." He cracks his neck in an obvious attempt at intimidation.
And I, Subotai, thief and archer. My talents are ready for the pilfering of Stolen Lands! |