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So is the plug pulled on this badboy then?

Bueller?

So its been a month with only one entry....

Wynn joins those attending the meal, garbed in the customary rags and hood. The bulging pack, longsword and shortbow are absent. Without the pack the 6'3 scarecrow seeming as lean as a beanpole.

Goddamit I thought I was the last survivor, I've been stocking up on water and Beef Jerky.

oh crap, I didnt include the 112 Gold crowns bounty, so thats an additional 22 gold crowns, and 12 Wolves each!

Seems to me aside from a few daggers and short swords, this is the only loot. So assuming a 5 way split it comes out too:

29 golden crowns, 65 silver wolfs, and 7 coppers, each.

With 3 coppers left over.

Standing with the two brothers, Wynn mutters

"Slandra forgot to.... mention the last thing... on the menu...Daughter"

Her raspy voice containing more then a hint of the scowl that must be under the hood and scarf.

"I will...be around the market...."

Then the raggedy figure strides to the door and away.

Assuming we have split equally?

Wynn turns her hood towards Slandra

"I did not say ...pretty...though I would still much....rather deal with pretty..Petty ...little lordlings...using there position...for their own gain...not for...their people...that Mers...he disgusts me....and the baron....in my experience...nobles are....worth less then the cheap stinks...they wear"

The hood lowers to the floor, probably Wynn lowering her head, after the lengthy diatribe.

Settling impatiently into the common room, looking just as ragged as before the bath and full nights rest. Fidgeting and picking at breakfast she rasps out to whomever is gathered.

"Let us get ...this done. I would rather not...spend much time...dealing with petty hu....lords and mayors...Do you...need help with the goods...Karlis?"

Sorry about the lack of posts the few days, was in the hospital having my son delivered! Woo!!

As the room fills up, and the focus of attention seems to be drawn to the band, Wynn gets quieter and more hunched. Offering nods to the others at the table she rasps:

I think we should get as much of this sort of thing squirreled away. Enjoy a day or two of food and warm beds. Let the Mers and the Baron wine and dine us if they feel like it, and than go see about that Ring for the Old Lady. I rather liked her."

"You feel we...can deal with...an ogre?...not an opponent..to underestimate...and not...friendly ground for...horses"

"If you wish to push the matter you are free to do so on your on time."

After a few moments pause the Hooded scarecrow nods and stands.

Wynn looks around at a loss for words, then simple motions to the bustle of the room around them with one long arm. Pushing away from the table she lopes over to the bar

"Can you...prepare a...hot bath for me?...I will...return soon...and a room.."

Then the burdened figure heads out the door, looking for the local cells.

"further the trail? What of it? the bandits are slain and their leader ... well he wont be bothering us anymore."

Though the hood and scarf cover any scowl, it is conveyed in the raspy tones.

Pushing the emptied bowl and water mug away from her, Wynn looks around settling the Amber eyed gaze onto the brothers.

"Maybe we could....pay a visit...to the living prisoners...we brought in...they may illuminate....the answers to our...questions."

Pushing off the table to stand Wynn pauses and sits.

"I intend to return it when we present ourselves before the Barron, but for now let us fill our bellies and drink our fill."

"We are making....a trip...to the local baron? ....when do you ...propose we go?"

Heading to the Inn, Wynn orders food for herself and takes a large table for the party.

"We should...talk...was there anything amoung the...bandits things...to further the...trail?"

Eating her food in a hunched position, the hood pulled far out.

Just a reminder that Wynn took a Shortbow and 30 arrows from the loot after the first encounter. Aside from that, obviously Wynn doesn't want anything but her share!

While the bodies are picked over, Wynn stands straight; head up and into the wind, the Scarecrow lifts a hand to the muffling scarves and hood about its head.

A moments pause before resuming its usual hunched posture, hands moving to the heavy pack straps over its shoulders.

"We should...finish here without...delay. The rain will soon turn to...storm"

A wracking cough interrupts the rasping wheezing statement.

"We have....a distance to...travel...and little wish to...be caught out...yes?"

Unless I missed something, we have yet to divide the spoils from our last encounter with the bandits as well, correct?

Taking a tense moment to look around, Wynn then bends and cleans the longsword on the dead bandits ragged clothing. Rising to her full 6'3 height she turns her amber eyed gaze to the East, and the source of the lightning.

Increasing the tempo of the slashing attacks, Wynn bring in attacks high and low hammering them in with two hands. Spinning the blade and herself fluidly.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

With calm grace Wynn whips her blade into the bandit threatening her. The 2 handed style flowing and smooth as she goes to work.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Unconcerned with quick results the tall scarecrow keeps the longsword whipping around its form, and darting and slashing at the bandit.

Springing into action, Wynn burst forward charging into the closest bandit, the raggedy scarecrow whips the longsword from its scabbard and across the bandit in a smooth two-handed slash.

Charge to 12N, savage stoopid bandit.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
1d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

As the blade spins, Amber eyes glance to Markus and the ongoing fight.

Lowering herself to her knee she motions palm down to Karlis to make him pause as well. Quietly and motionless she waits to see how the bandits will fall in. Sheathing her sword, she grasps the hilt of her belt knife.

Creeping forward in a skulking crouch, Wynn's amber orbs are focused on the foe, longsword in hand. Thinking the bandits to be unaware of her approach she keeps low and quiet.

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Assuming a 1/2 move penalty per square, wynn moves to J-13

Crouched low, amber eyes intent upon her goal, Wynn moves forward.

Move to 15-H

With a hint of a smile to the raspy voice, Wynn nods and makes answer to Markus and Slandra

"Perhaps Slandra... is right...Myself and the ....bravest brother...should go around the sides...or rear...though...there were hardly any...of the humans left in any...condition to flee...swiftly..."

Leaving it to the brothers to figure out which one is 'the bravest' Drawing the worn longsword from its sheath on her back she prepares to stalk around, and get in close.

Stealth 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Peering at Wynns narrow frame Markus cautiously approaches. "can you still find their nest in all this." questioning her with a hopeful unease as he gestures outside.

Setting aside the remains of a small breakfast, Wynn turns to Markus and takes a moment to consider before answering.

"I can take...us to where...they were." Then shrugging her bent shoulders she adds.

"Let us hope...we can pick up...the trail...if they've moved..."

Turning her head away from markus she coughs into rag wrapped hands.

"Do join us...for this...fight..." Appraising Markus from the depths of the hood with unblinking amber eyes. Still there is a hint of amusement more then maliciousness in the look.

Hauling the large pack onto her burdened shoulders Wynn heads to the door at a shuffling pace.

"I will wait...outside the gates...for everyone..."

Pausing upon seeing Markus, Wynn's eyes narrow. Muttering in a quiet voice as she makes up a cozy corner (preferably in the Hay loft) before curling up and dozing.

Turning from the door to Markus Wynn straightens drawing in a sharp angry breath. Pausing the Amber eyes sweep the others assembled, before retorting in a lowered harsh voice

"Very well....I will get some food...if we leave tonight or tomorrow....You will find me in the stables"

Turning and pushing the door open Wynn strides out.

Assume unless she is interrupted, wynn weill get some food downstairs and then retire to a corner of the stables to sleep

"Easy Markus...it is obvious...to me...Rego has had....military...training..he is not...stupid...he must have...a contact in town....maybe more men somewhere....but now...there are only four with him...in...bad shape. Do we go after Rego...or do we risk....losing him...and try finding his man...and maybe contact...in ...town?"

Wynn ends with an aggravated coughresettling the shouldered pack a few times uneasily.

Pushing into a room and checking the corners Wynn waits by the door to usher the rest in. Casting a critical eye over them, especially the young knight.

"I can take...us to their new camp....but...they will be gone...in a day or two. They may...send a man...into town....in the morning"

Pausing to hear from the others, she stoops and listens at the door.

Entering the bar, Wynn seems wary of the attention focused upon her, allowing herself to be marshalled forward only with a defensive set to her shoulders.

Putting the mug down distastefully as she reaches the table, she leans forward so that her voice will reach all the companions

"I have... tidings...best told in...confidence"

Sweeping the hooded gaze across the collection of mugs on the table she adds

"and until....our course is set....restraint is advised..."

Then the scarecrow shifts her pack to a more comfortable set, rises and pushes towards the stairs upwards

Assuming I miss them and meet them in town, im subracting 15 gold for a Special Herbal Tea.

1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Assuming its based on Grannys level

LMAO!!

Wynn will detour to Granny Vanags to buy some healing, presuming a cost within her means and mostly hassle free. Afterwards returning wearily to the town and inn.

Wynn will enter the area the group is in quietly with a wheezy cough, amber eyes checking the state of those assembled.

Taking some short steps outside of the group, Wynn thinks for a few moments. Obviously distracted by some thought she speaks in a clear voice.

"I cannot guarantee that I could pick up the trail after our comrades have recovered. I will trail the Leader to their next Hidey hole, then meet you at the Inn. Get whatever information you can from the prisoners. When I return we can decide the next course of action."

Nodding to herself she settles her pack on her shoulders and heads off to pick up the trail.

With a thanking nod to Slandra, Wynn moves to the pile of spoils, retrieving her claimed bow and another quiver of arrows.

Turning from the spoils speaking in the harsh rasp
"Lady Slandra....how long until the ...others....will be on their...feet...I wish to finish...this hunt."

Then motioning at the pile with one hand
"We should take...the coin and valuables....the rest we can gather....on the return...journey." I do not think....Argentus...would suffer...becoming a pack mule...and I would not...attempt to persuade him to such a....low task for the...noble beast."

Looking around at the sound of karlis' voice her hooded gaze sweeps around quickly

"karlis? your brother is right..."broken voice stopping she motions in the general direction Kristaps is in, then moving stiffly towards the fallen brother.

I totally missed him going down, lol

it was a handle Animal check actually...I had typed that in but I guess I put it in the wrong place (inside the brackets for the die roll) sorry!

With movements affected by pain, Wynn casts her hooded gaze about wearily. Standing with effort she sheathes her sword and moves slowly to Argentus murmuring soothingly in her native toungue.

1d1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

In her raised broken voice she adds Lady Slandra....he can not...escape us now....let us see...to ourselves...first.

Then reaching up with a low grunt of pain she will untangle Markus from his perch and lay him out. providing Argentus agrees!!

Sinking down onto her knees, Wynn plants the point of her sword into the ground breathing hard, the Amber eyes focused unblinking on the retreating leader.

Crying out in pain as the arrow cuts past her Wynn slashes once more.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 Damage 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Cursing loudly she grips her sword with two bloodslicked hands facing her foe.

you gotta go back to the grid...all the distance relationships are magical changing each round...

Crying out in pain, Wynn finishes the charge into her target, slashing sideways with a two-handed blow.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 Damage 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Included a +2 to hit for charge, Wynn has -2 AC till her next at bat.

Covering the ground in long loping strides, Wynn charges forward, dropping the bow and taking a two-handed grip on her sword.

Double move straight East leaving Wynn short of the enemy there

Don't forget Slandra is riding behind Markus!

Keeping her steady pace, Wynn slides up behind the distracted Bandit and cuts through him with a slashing arc of her sword

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 Damage 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

That would be a move NE-N, followed by a standard attack, and hopefully the death of the dirty sod!

Soooo....how am I supposed to convey to you where I'm moving...there being no tile ID that I saw...Also, I can make out numbers on bandit, even at full zoom they are very fuzzy.

Glancing around quickly trying to pick out all the targets, Wynn advances towards the sentry nearest her. Slowly sliding Her longsword from the scabbard on her pack, keeping her bow in one hand.

Hunched into a low crouch, Wynn holds up one hand and flashes five fingers three times to her mounted companions. All the while keeping a slow count to 20 going in her head.

I'd like to stealth up to 50' if possible

Stealth check 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

As they move on, Wynn hands Karlis two torches and two tindertwigs.

"throw one...or..both, all men fear...sudden fire..."

Pausing in a moment of indecision, Wynn plucks at a few rags then sighs and moves on, readying the bow and loosening her sword in its scabbard.

Wynn seems as if she has nothing to add, keeping her focus on following the trail. She finally does mention in a low voice "Kill the leader first...it will...break the others...if we are lucky..."

She then makes an impatient gesture urging the others on to catch there fleeing quarry.

Wynn pushes on, not hurrying but at a determined pace. Her hooded gaze swiveling back and forth. Occasionally a muttered curse slips out, a bandaged hand grabbing at the drooping edges of the hood. For the most part she travels with a pilfered bow in hand. Once in awhile her 6'3 frame bends, touching sign here and there, Amber eyes looking to Karlis for any help he may offer.

"There will be more...at the end of...the trail...then we have faced already. Surprise may make...some bolt...but count on being...outnumbered...ideas?"

LOL i totally forgot we got a horsecart without a horse!!!

Wynn nods after a moment, offering little comment to anything outside of direct conversation. "We have few...choices...it seems. Slay them...their fate is...death...anyways....or strip them...and bind them...like hogs...then one of us...perhaps Kristaps...return with them...and the wagon"

Rubbing under the bloodied rags briefly she offers a nod to Slandra "Truly....we are blessed....with your presence. My thanks Lady."

Her hooded gaze then turns East, remarking over her shoulder
"We must be....gone soon, to intercept our prey...or even to have the...clearest trail..."

ok thanks, not full but close enough!!

Wynn just went around as Slandra tied bandits :P ...also...am i fully healed by the blessing? partly? bueller?

Resettling her pack, Wynn takes a seat near to Kristaps. She sets to cleaning her sword, though her movements are more proffesional over threatening. She watches the proceedings with a sideways tilted hood, her amusement evident.