Petra cast Inspiring Word on Kirwen
Juliare kills one of the archer opposite him
Att 26 damage 11
Clark steps 10' toward the oncoming dwarf and concentrates Detect Evil on his foe.
Stated loud enough for the bandits to hear:
"We have been sent by the city to apprehend your leaders. They have misled you, caused you to hurt innocent people. We only seek to bring them to justice. The courts cannot fault us if some of the gang escapes."
Meanwhile, Thrakhir curses at being hit by the stray arrow. He steps back into the bushes, only to hustle around the side of the camp to come up behind one of the archers.
Thrakhir disappears into the brush.
As another archer falls, the rest of the bandits listen to Clark's speech, take a brief look at one another and then quickly abscond from the scene.
The dwarf roars in fury and charges Clark. The vicious axe bites into his side for 4 points of damage. The bard ends his song and curses, then lobs a spell at Juliare. Fell Tarmick is nowhere to be seen.
You're all free to act again.
Felicia keeps up the song as she begins to hea into the camp and look for the boss.
Perception
Clark draws divine power to himself and attempts to channel it into his foe.
Clark turns his attention to the aggressive dwarf and attacks.
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Thrakhir, realizing his erstwhile targets have turned tail and fled, begins to search for either the bard or the thus-far unseen leader.
Kirwen grunts in disappointment as the archers take off - he was looking forward to some payback - but doesn't try to undercut the paladin's offer of clemency. Instead, he moves toward Clark and the dwarf, readying his mace, and coming up alongside them to strike at the dwarf bandit.
As the dwarf lunges, he leaves an opening for Clark, who is quick to profit by it. Guided by sheer righteousness, he connects with a resounding blow. As Kirwen steps up and bashes him, he keels over.
At the same time, an arrow whizzes by out of nowhere and hits Felicia for 10 points of damage. Fell Tarmick appears for a moment and then ducks back behind a tent.
Felicia pauses and looks down in mild surprise at the arrow stuck in he chest "Huh that's funny didn't feel a thi........." She slumps onto her knees than collapses onto the ground.
Assuming Juliare has seen the situation , he moves to B20 and shoots at Fell
Att 23 Damage 5
Assuming Juliare has seen the situation , he moves to B20 and shoots at Fell
Att 23 Damage 5
Clark: Says a silent prayer before turning the mage, "Thanks for the assist, big man!"
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Thrakhir smiles to himself, hefts one of his throwing axes, and lets fly at the oblivious leader.
Throwing axe attack 1d20+5=11, damage 1d6+2=8, sneak attack 1d6=1
Following the throw, the rogue will run toward the leader, stopping behind cover if at all possible.
I thought the bard was out of sight
and WIll Save ! Who dares to try to make me miss a will Save ... 9
Juliare collapses, wrecked by uncontrollable laughter, that echoes eerily through the forest. Thrakhir's axe strikes Fell in the neck, but he doesn't fall. Badly hurt and outnumbered, Fell starts to run away. Only the bard remains.
Seeing that Petra is moving toward the fallen bard, Clark seeks out another target.
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Thrakhir knows exactly where Fell has run off to and pursues unless the bard is an easier target. "He went that way!" is provided as a clue to any allies seeking out the leader and "Their chanter is over here!" if the bard's location can be discerned.
Kirwen watches the dwarf fall with a satisfied smile, then turns his attention to the bard. Rapidly moving through the undergrowth, he looms over his enemy with his mace held high.
So it's channel energy. Still only got to HP, LOL
1d6=2
Removing any bandits she can from the channel.
Felicia's eyes flutter open before jumping up to her feet. "So what I miss?" She asks as if being shot is the most normal thing in the world.
Felicia's eyes flutter open before jumping up to her feet. "So what I miss?" She asks as if being shot is the most normal thing in the world.
The bard takes a desperate stab at Kirwen, hitting for 5 points. Petra, Felicia and Kirwen can all have a go at him. Juliare is still giggling hysterically.
In the brush there is a great crash, as Fell is brought down by one of his former associates, who has shifted allegiance after Clark's rousing speech and in the hope of sharing in the reward. He takes a swing at his former leader, providing flanking for Thrakhir...
Attack and damage, including bardic music. If she can get a flank it will be +2 to the attack
1d20+2=14 and 1d6+2=5
Felicia's eyes flutter open before jumping up to her feet. "So what I miss?" She asks as if being shot is the most normal thing in the world.
The bard takes a desperate stab at Kirwen, hitting for 5 points. Petra, Felicia and Kirwen can all have a go at him. Juliare is still giggling hysterically.
In the brush there is a great crash, as Fell is brought down by one of his former associates, who has shifted allegiance after Clark's rousing speech and in the hope of sharing in the reward. He takes a swing at his former leader, providing flanking for Thrakhir...
"Attaboy, lad. You'll be fer making a fine deputy. C'mere, you!"
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Seeing the dwarven rogue heading into the brush, Clark pursues to provide aid.
The bard takes a desperate stab at Kirwen, hitting for 5 points. Petra, Felicia and Kirwen can all have a go at him. Juliare is still giggling hysterically.
Kirwen grunts as the blade strikes home, and he coughs a bit of blood, but the large man still bares his teeth in a humorless grin. "You've had your turn," he tells the bard, "and now it's mine." He drops the mace as claws sprout from his fingertips and he slashes twice at the figure in front of him.
Claw attacks with flank and bless (1d20+7=17, damage 1d8+4=6; 1d20+7=24, damage 1d8+4=11)
Kirwen tears the poor bard to shreds and he collapses into a bloody heap.
Out in the woods, Fell sees Clark and Juliare sprinting towards him, and can feel Thrakhir breathing down his neck, which isn't a pleasant sensation at all. He realizes that the game is up and surrenders.
Kirwen tears the poor bard to shreds and he collapses into a bloody heap.
Out in the woods, Fell sees Clark and Juliare sprinting towards him, and can feel Thrakhir breathing down his neck, which isn't a pleasant sensation at all. He realizes that the game is up and surrenders.
"Thrakhir, Juliare, I'm sure you have an idea what to do with a surrendered criminal."
Clark will move among the fallen, looking for any that are still alive. Those that he finds will get a single point of healing (to stop the bleeding) and dragged over to the center of the camp. Those that are dead will get dragged together, but out of sight of their fellows. Once that's done, he will see to his companions' wounds if Petra has not tended to them already. Lastly, he will use any remaining healing on his own wounds.
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The dwarf has a nasty grin at Clark's words and says, "I might, at that. On yer knees!" If Fell isn't quick enough about it, he kicks him in the back of the knees to drop him before getting in his face. "There, that's better. We'll be needing to return your ill-gotten booty to the proper authorities when we turn your flea-bitten carcass over. We can search for it and tell them how you refused to be of any assistance or you can make it easy for us and we'll tell them how helpful you were once you'd seen the error of your ways. You choose."
He winks at Juliare. "Sound fair to you, Poi... Juliare?"
Yes , sounds fair to give him a chance .
Felicia takes out a notepad and begins to make notes All the while muttering things like "A dozen men...nah better make it a hundred" and "I should probably make Clark a few feet taller and muscular."
In Fell's tent you find a number of rather filthy rugs made of diverse animal hides, under which there is a locked chest (Fell is very obliging with the key), containing 330 sp and several pieces of jewelry worth a total of 160 gp.
There are also four kegs of fine ale and two cases of fine wine.
The bandit leaders have some stuff worth carrying too: Grump Berger (the dwarf): dwarven waraxe, heavy crossbow, a potion of Cure Light Wounds and a gold necklace worth 65 gp. Garland Franks (the late bard): masterwork rapier, light crossbow and also a potion of Cure Light Wounds. Fell Tarmick himself has a masterwork longsword, a masterwork shortsword, a mighty composite longbow (+2), a masterwork studded leather armor, a potion of Cat's Grace and no less than two potions of Cure Light Wounds.
Your new bandit friend would be happy with half a share and his freedom.
Felicia takes out a notepad and begins to make notes All the while muttering things like "A dozen men...nah better make it a hundred" and "I should probably make Clark a few feet taller and muscular."
Dibs on the bow !!!
Your new bandit friend would be happy with half a share and his freedom.
Dibs on the bow !!!
Your new bandit friend would be happy with half a share and his freedom.
Felicia takes out a notepad and begins to make notes All the while muttering things like "A dozen men...nah better make it a hundred" and "I should probably make Clark a few feet taller and muscular."
"Hey wait a sec......" Felicia pauses as she looks and notices the longbow she turns and wheels on Fell looking annoyed. "Your the one who shot me aren't you?.......Hmph Well I'm definitely not putting your name in when I start telling this one"
The kegs of ale are marked with the sign of a local merchant, so maybe you should return those. The wine is very fine and each of the two cases is worth 60 gp. Also after some rummaging Felicia finds a masterwork lyre tucked away in the mess.
Fell grins at Felicia: "Well, unless my memory fails me, you were the ones to attack my camp. We were just defending ourselves from you lackeys of the oppressors."
The kegs of ale are marked with the sign of a local merchant, so maybe you should return those. The wine is very fine and each of the two cases is worth 60 gp. Also after some rummaging Felicia finds a masterwork lyre tucked away in the mess.
"It appears that someone might be wanting some of these items back. I propose we make an effort to return items before we start making claims on any of it." To Fell, "Excepting, of course, items belonging to you and yours - I'm not comfortable handing you back your sword at this particular time."
We could , the point first ... and Felicia , you should particularly mention Fell and the way he was ridiculous there .
Fell grins at Felicia: "Well, unless my memory fails me, you were the ones to attack my camp. We were just defending ourselves from you lackeys of the oppressors."
Don't expect anyone to believe "We were just defending ourselves". You are just a bandit and parasite who is to lazy to do a decent work so you rob and murder.
Felicia, why don't you just write the bandit cowardly ran away.
Edited version of Brave Sir Robin from Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Bravely bold Sir Fell rode forth from the bandit camp
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Fell
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Fell
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Fell
His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burnt off
And his p*nis...
Brave Sir Fell ran away - No!
Bravely ran away, away - I didn't!
When danger reared its ugly head
He bravely turned his tail and fled - No!
Yes, brave Sir Fell turned about
And gallantly he chickened out
Bravely taking to his feet
He beat a very brave retreat
Bravest of the brave, Sir Fell
Bundling up your loot and Fell and starting the trek back to Warwik, after giving your bandit ally his share (whatever you decide on he's not in a position to argue), the sun comes out and everything seems a lot easier.
There are no encounters on the way back (excepting a small merchant caravan that provides you with the perfect opportunity to brag about your exploits.
No bragging on Clark's part. If asked, he will just say that they've done what they could to make the roads in the area a bit safer for now.
Felicia on the other hand will probably do nothing but brag, Although by the time she is finished she will have blown the story out of all proportion.