"We should also oil the expected path of our target so we can maximize the utility of my spells."
Not exactly , the plan would be to wait in the warehouse of the baglady and so out of sight for the slavers to come and then attack them . since we don't know when exactly they'll arrive , Juliare was trying to suggest that only one of us stay awake with a schedule of guard duty
"So, let's wait in shifts in the warehouse tonight, and if they don't come tonight, we'll hit them at the first crack of dawn at the temple itself. Sound like a plan?"
"So, let's wait in shifts in the warehouse tonight, and if they don't come tonight, we'll hit them at the first crack of dawn at the temple itself. Sound like a plan?"
No, if we attack the temple we'll be outlaws .
The only proof we'll have is that of this good lady .
"And the thankful poor that we'll save. I'm sure they'll testify to the harshness of conditions they were forced to live in. No matter. We'll wait. And wait, and wait. As much as we need to."
Quick , I know Spark is a magical being but an owl form might be better than an eagle at night . What's more some owl live in towns .
"Aye, I see what you mean. But Spark's here. If I go sendin' her off to where she comes from, I can't call her back for some time. And we got the bulge now. We're all heeled, so we'll just hang fire. We'll see the elephant soon, I reckon."
Spark , I aggree with you that the beggars would say they were harshly treated but I'm afraid that would not justify the death of the guards and Elan . Also , I would not like to have the guard intervene while we are fighting Elan . If she survived , I'm afraid she could just be punished with a slap on the wrist and maybe some money to give the town . And I want to see this .... of a ..... dead and dishonored !
Quick winks and nods at Juliare. "Me too. And we will. This big bug won't know what hit her."
Betsy Ploom (that's her name) is very accommodating, and you make yourselves as comfortable as possible in her humble abode. Then, one hour later, all hell breaks loose, as Betsy suddenly starts screaming and throwing herself over Hessiah, pulling his hair and scratching at his eyes. "What did you do to my head, you bastard? You messed with my head, you pig's droppings!"
Her screaming seems to set off Spark, who squawks a warning. Moments later, four tough-looking Skandiks burst open what's left of the door and enter. "Bothering the lady, eh?"
Roll for initiatives.
Initiative 12 + 4 = 16 . Put me in A4 then
"Now don't try anything hasty, fellas. There's nothing going on here. Listen to the man here."
Brock strides over to the thugs , and interposes himself between them. Hefting his greataxe, he nods at them. "Yeah! Listen to the elf. Mind your own business!"
The thugs' initiative is 18. Hessiah is up, then Quick and Spark.
"Bothering the lady? Surely not. Father Beamus, sent us here to help her. Only a complete idiot will not see that she is under one of her fits. And you great warriors are surely the most clever of chaps I have ever laid my eyes on."
"Never mind Beamus. You were warned not to stick your noses in what's none of your business. This is gonna hurt you a lot more than us, har har."
At the same time, you hear the sound of a crossbow going off just outside and Spark swooping down at someone or something.
Quick sends lightning sparkling from her fingers. It hits the nearest thug and he crumples onto the floor, sending the others into a rage.
Hessiah is up, then the thugs, Juliare and Brock.
Ranged Touch Attack; Fire Dart Damage (1d20+2=15, 1d3=1)
"Since you want to stick your collective noses where they don't belong... have at you then!"
Hessiah takes a five foot step away from the woman and hurls fire at the leader.
"Brock, show them who's the real warrior here!"
The thugs draw their weapons and advance on you, picking their target. Once steps to engage Quick and one attacks Hessiah, while the third goes toe-to-toe with Brock. They seem to have trouble swinging their swords in these cramped quarters. None of them hit.
Juliare and Brock are up.
Juliare attacks the one with Quick ,
If possible without provoking AOO , I'll try to flank
Attack 2
Brock makes short shrift of his opponent, felling him with a mighty blow. Juliare steps up to defend Quick but gets his spear tangled.
At the same time Betsy launches herself at Hessiah, scrabbling wildly at him. Fortunately she isn't able to get any purchase.
Outside Spark seems to be in a tussle with someone, but the noises suddenly fall abruptly silent. Quick casts a glance out the window, just in time to see the man from the Ramshackle striking Spark dead with a vicious blow from his cutlass. Spark dissipates.
Hessiah and Quick are up, then the thugs.
Brock makes short shrift of his opponent, felling him with a mighty blow.
"If'n ya know what's good for ya, you'd stay back. Look where shootin' your mouth off has got ya."
A sizzling arc of electricity bounds out of Quick's fingers and into the thug in front of her. She blows on her finger-tip, and then chooses another target.
Ranged Touch Attack; Fire Dart Damage (1d20+2=11, 1d3=3)
Hessiah takes another five foor step away from the woman and again tosses a ball of fire at one of the remaining "viking" warriors.
"Brock, we're in need of your great presence!"
A young man with copper colored skin and jet black hair stopped to stare at the altercation. "Po?" he said. "I believe these kind people are in need of our counsel. What do you think?" The dire rat chirped an affirmative.
A clear voice emerges from a set of clearly untested hide armor and wooden shield. "Stop this senseless violence at once!" A four foot long, fifty pound rat raises its tail in anticipation. Clearly the rat is the bigger threat.
Brock turn to the puny warrior fighting Hessiah and side swipes the man with his massive axe
Quick blasts another thug with her lightning and Hessiah wounds the last man standing with his arcane fire. Seeing he's the only one left he tries to flee but is cut down by Brock.
That only leaves the thug leader (and Betsy, who has collapsed sobbing in a corner). I guess Warenhari is the only one (excepting the rat of course) who will get a shot at him before he makes himself scarce.
So, be my guest.
Tom, unless I'm wrong, we are late at night and there shouldn't be many people around . So since, unless I'm mistaken, Juliare didn't act this round, Juliare will go outside dropping his longbow .
Since he has + 1 BAB to hit , he can pick up his bow while moving so as soon he sees the leader :
Attack 13 + 2 if human + 1 if within 30 feet = ?
Damage 7 + 2 if human + 1 if within 30 feet = ?
Yes, Juliare can actually shoot him through the window. And this one is actually human, so 10 points of damage.
Let's see if Warenhari gets him.
Warenhari glanced at the floor of the ruined warehouse, hoping against hope that there was obvious plant growth that had established itself through the decaying floor.
Warenhari flung down his shield, and drew a symbol in the air. "Aid me, friend beetle!"
"Hwæt, Po! After him!" Warenhari shuffled after the dire rat, hide armor banging against his shins and shield waving wildly. As he waddled by, he managed to mutter, "Perhaps there is ample greenery outside!"
The thug makes a dash for it and disappears into an alley.
'Let's try to keep these guys alive, I've got questions for them'
Can someone explain to me what's the deal with Betsy?Quick, is she all right ?
"Round 'em up," Quick instructs. She helps to bring all the dying thugs close together. "And take away their weapons."
Quick closes her eyes for a second, and a white light lashes out from her, healing wounds within 30ft. "This'll stop the bleeding."
"As for the sobbing woman, talk to Hessiah."
The thugs stir, except for the one who met the sharp end of Brock's axe (who is unconscious, but alive). Sullenly they sit up and glare at you.
"Your turn, Juliare. Go easy on them. They've already been whooped."
"Round 'em up," Quick instructs. She helps to bring all the dying thugs close together. "And take away their weapons."
Quick closes her eyes for a second, and a white light lashes out from her, healing wounds within 30ft. "This'll stop the bleeding."
"As for the sobbing woman, talk to Hessiah."
"Don't look at me like that! I didn't molest her or anything! I was very nice to her. You guys saw, right?"
The thugs stir, except for the one who met the sharp end of Brock's axe (who is unconscious, but alive). Sullenly they sit up and glare at you.
"You guys want me to persuade them?"
'First thing First !'
'Ok guys , you get the choice : my sap or Brock's axe ... '
'Quick , can you please calm Betsy , you seem to understand what happened and you're the one who has dealt with her so far. Don't hesitate to give her some hooch to help her sleep. Meanwhile I'll explain to our new friend here what's the situation. After this we'll interrogate the thugs one by one . Oh , and Hessiah , I guess we'll speak later when the situation is more calm .'
I'm Juliare . and you are ?
In a few words, Warenhari, the lady here is Betsy , a streetperson who has given us some informations to help crack a slaver ring. The blondies there have been sent to 'convince' us to stop. No money in it but the satisfaction to stop someone who abuse her power to betray people she is supposed to help.'