Kris can't believe their luck!  To be camping, and to be assaulted by ruffians!  And to be winning! "Run away, brutes, and keep your lives!  Continue, and face a swift death!"  (Will see how they respond to the words before taking an action.)

Kris flourishes her rapier and attempts to deliver a final blow to the bandit near her.

booming blade: Attack: 23 Damage: 10

(Looking to inflict non-lethal damage, if possible.)

The people with crossbows in the weeds seem to listen to the screeches of the women.  At least two of them do...focusing their shots at Irmiel...while the other seems to retreat back into the grass and out of view....

Attack on Irmiel: 15 Damage: 1

Attack on Irmiel: 9 Damage: 6

Sistri, Llwyd, and Irmiel can all take your turns again!

Initiative: Llwyd: 23 | Irmiel: 21 | Thugs: 21 | Kris: 20 | Stallock: 17 | Archers: 12 | Sistri: 8 | Sleepytime: 8 

Sistri quickly lunges out with her longsword at the man trying to slip past her to attack Irmiel. (AoO) 
(Longsword Attack: 26 Damage: 8 slash) 

(Waiting to see result before taking turn. Also she is trying for a non-lethal blow.) 

Sistri got a good whack in on the man who ran past to attack Irmiel with the side of her blade. So much so that, as Stallock slashed him for a second time....though he appeared to take the blow...he instead wavers...collapsing in the wet grass. 

T2 Strength vs DC 13 : 22

As the wolf tried to drag her off of her feet, the woman, still smoking and grunting in anger, managed to keep her feet. 

Seeing the man fall, she motions to Stallock as she continues to move, "Help Llwyd. I'll help Kris."

She moves forward to fight at Kris' side.  (Going towards T3).  She strikes at the bandit with her longsword.

(Longsword Attack: 12 Damage: 10 slash)

Collapsing is good! (When it is not you who collapses, of course) One of the arrows shot at her Irmiel missed. It did not hit too hard, so she ignored the scratch and run towards the wolf fighting one of the melee bad guys.

Action: breathing towards T2 for 12 (save for half Dex 15)

Movement - same way, leaving a square between us, breathing out and retreating south.

Stallock nods to Sistri...while she moves over to the dwarf, and swings the side of the blade. A solid *thwak* to the side of the head and the dwarf looks a little stunned. He tosses his axe to the ground and falls to his knees.  

Meanwhile, on the other side, more flames light up the night as Irmiel breaths out at the woman...her scorching breath washing across the still smoking ruffian's body.  14 vs DC 15.  Regardless, the woman screeches, in anger and pain....while still standing...

Llwyd? 

With the sharp ears of his wilder form he noticed as Irmiel moved away. That would reduce the efficacy of his strikes, for wolves are beasts of pack and new instinctively how to notice and take advantage of the inevitable moment in which an enemy would look on their surroundings and notice another rival. He was thinking about striking without relying on such ability, but if he missed the bite then what utility would he be for their battle? No, he thought. It is better to get close to the others. And so he scoffed at the woman, as if to say she was not worth of his time. That ought to provoke her even further. After all, not only was she already visibly furious, but folk from outside the forests tended think animals were somewhat inferior to them, forgetting the fact that they themselves are animals, if nothing by the virtual of being neither plant nor mineral. Well, maybe the robber was from the forests, considering she and her brigand were clearly interested on gold, like no one used to nature tends to be.

It was by then that Irmiel moved back, staying five feet from him. That made attacking the best option and so he did. Upon a hit he would try to push the bandit on the ground.

Notes: As per the OOC chat I assumed Irmiel to end her turn 5ft from Llwyd (triggering pack tactics). If the attack hits, the bandit will have to do another Strength save throw DC 13 or fall prone.

Attack: 22
Damage: 10

Llwyd lunges forward, hackles raised, his razor sharp teeth gripping the womans leg...the teeth piercing through...a swell of tangy salty blood filling his mouth.  He pulls her forward hard but the woman is already unconscious before she hits the ground with a heavy thud.  His dark wolf eyes spin about looking for enemies.  Only the dwarf remains...and he has fallen to his knees...his eyes glazed and hands empty as he mutely looks about.  The sound of the archers crashing away through the grass as they flee can be heard. 

(We're out of initiative, though you may pursue the fleeing archers if you like.)

"Don't change back!" Irmiel almost shouted that request to Llwyd to prevent the transformation. "I probably made one of the bandits fall asleep. He should be somewhere in the grass if I truly did. Can you sniff him out?" She was not sure what to do with the man should they find him (or was it her? whatever!) but did not want to be sneaked upon.

Irmiel breathed a plume of fire (just for fun) and looked at Stallock. "You do have bandits here. Very stupid bandits. Do we really look like we have a lot of money? Speeling on the ground and all that? What's the point of attacking random strangers?" Then the realization hit. "Or do we look so weak they did not even bother to check first?! Pff!" She raised he chin stubbornly and concluded. "Idiots!"

"Indeed. Idiots," Sistri agrees with Irmiel's statement. "No need to think too hard on why idiots do what they do. But, we should be cautious of those archers. I suppose they could try to sneak back."

She maintains concentration on the spell protecting her as she looks about at the fallen bandits. And the dwarf on his knees.  Her attention focuses on the latter, buy she addresses Llwyd as she moves towards dwarf. "If you can try to find the sleeping bandit, Llwyd, we can deal with the rest.  Starting with you," she says as she points her longsword at the dwarf. "What do you have to say for yourself?" Sistri demands in a stem voice. (If needed, Intimidation: 15)

Stallock glances around at the efficiently rebuffed attack, and then leans down over the man and uses his grimy shirt to wipe the blood from his two rapiers. Then he goes and puts them gently under his lean-to and fetches the two scabbards. He goes about wiping them off as well.  While he does all this he says, "Idiots. Desperate. Take your choice. People are sometimes forced into situations they would otherwise have chosen to avoid. Things at The Stop are not good, that is for certain.  People have precious few options out here. I'm not excusing criminal activity, just...trying to explain why I think it happens." 

Following Llwyd's nose, you quickly find a young boy in the tall grass. Unlike the others, he's not armored, and wears only a knife at his side. That said, he does have a little bandolier with tiny pockets in it, and it doesn't take much digging for Irmiel to identify his goods as spell components. He is, as Irmiel suspected, sound asleep.  You otherwise have two live bandits on your hands, one unconscious, one conscious...and the woman who, burned, slashed and bitten, succumbed to her wounds before you could prevent her end.

The dwarf meanwhile, still on his knees in the broken grass, looks up at Sistri with slowly focussing eyes. He glances around, then gives Sistri a dour lookm then spits a bloody gob onto the ground near him, "Miramel said you'd be easy marks. She won't be makin that mistake again."  He glances over at the dead woman.

""Desperate" is when you steal a piece of bread because you are dying of hunger. Premeditated armed assault is called differently." Irmiel relieved the sleeping beauty from the spell components (she counted it as an honestly fought for war trophies), and checked every pocket too - there are many forms of magic, but who knows, the boy could have a book on him, or some stolen scrolls, perhaps? If there were any money on the bandit, she would take it too (magic is quite expensive, you know?). "Ok, what do you do with your "desperate" around here, Stallock? Walking all the way back to the city seems like a hassle, but if there is a reward, can be considered."

Perception Check (use keen hearing and smell sleeping bandit by the grass): 24

You find a combined amount of 9 gold, 23 silver on the bandits. The spell components are all common bits and bobs that have been carefully put together.  She doesn't find a spell book on him though unfortunately. 

Stallock thinks about the question, "Well, if you're looking for a reward, you probably won't get one for this lot. We could maybe return them to The Stop. The red plumes will take them and likely move them to Yulash ruins. The city has become an opening to a particularly nasty part of the underdark. They've built up a wall and watch posts all around the ruins, facing inwards, but the wall and watchtowers all require work so most criminals are moved there and added to the work gangs."   He doesn't sound particularly enthusiastic about this option. He rubs his tired eyes and then lets out a wide yawn.

Sistri addresses the dwarf. "It is certainly a harsh lesson for her to have learned. Sad but just for following such a path. Where would the others have fled to? Are there even more of your allies out there?"

(Persuasion to get him to talk, if needed:15) 

She spares only a brief glance at the others,  seeing them retrieve the young boy.  She does catch the comment from Stallock and calls over to him. "Is there someplace ahead we could take them to? I don't fancy going backwards."

Stallock shrugs, "We could take them directly to Yulash, but...we'd overshoot our destination by more than just turning back unfortunately. We're only an hour or so out of town, if you want to take them somewhere, back is fine." 

The dwarf looks at Sistri with dull eyes, "They'll have got back to town in a jiffy. Though if they let Duster know his pet mage got taken, they likely wish they'd just kept goin.."

"I don't think we have much of a choice. If we let them go, they will just come after again us in bigger numbers. Guess, we have to visit The Stop again. Some honest work might do good to these lot." Irmiel wanted to sleep too and did not feel even a bit sorry for the bandits.

Kris groans.  "Well, we can't just kill them--that wouldn't be civilized."  She points her rapier at the dwarf.  "You are now our prisoner!  Behave yourself and we will treat you fairly.  Defy us or try to harm us again, and we'll just have to feed you to our companion here.  And he's very hungry!"

Kris looks a bit uncertainly at Stallock and the other, more experienced 'aventurers.  She whispers,  "Now what?"