In the midst of the fighting, Quill vaguely recognized the man who she'd encountered immediately after the destruction of Elturel. He was facing off against one of the bandits, dark energy emanating from his hands. He seemed to be holding his own until a crossbow bolt sank into his torso and he dropped to the ground. Quill ran toward him without thinking, casting her hand out at the bandit who'd attacked him. A brilliant flash enveloped the battle, called into being by one of the Hellriders, but in case it wasn't enough to finish off the menacing attacker, Quill flung a spell at him.

Toll the Dead - Wisdom Save DC 12. They take no damage if they succeed. If they fail, 2 necrotic damage if uninjured, 11 necrotic damage if injured.  

Her arrival at the injured man's side was accompanied by the cacophony of bells that heralded her spell. Quill dropped to her knees immediately to his left. The crossbow bolt had pierced his stomach and was sticking out from his abdomen. Even as she scrabbled for her herbs and bandages, his injury began to glow a sickly purple-green. Quill watched in horrified fascination as the man's injuries began to close, the trickle of blood slowing, then stopping altogether. She halted her fumbling, mouth opening and closing, unable to summon a response to what she'd just seen.

Has the last Bandit fallen and it is now Woad's turn or is it the bandit's turn?

@TheBritGeek (DM) Can you give us an update on which baddies are still standing? 

To save time: Woad will move to the nearest hostel baddie and attack.

Sword Attack: 10 Damage: 6

and BA kick. Attack: 18 Damage: 8

Between Woad, Quill, and Gilbert, the bandit that shot Harlan is killed.

The leader of the bandit then drops to his knees and begins to grovel.

However, as you look around, you see the the golden dranborn, one your allies, has gone missing.

Woad takes out rope and begins to tie the prisoner up. 

Harlan looks up blearily at Quill as she watches him, stunned.

"Am I dead?"

"No." Quill shook her head vehemently, as much to refute the man's statement as to shake herself out of her stupor. "No. You're fine. You... you healed your wounds." She said, choosing to ignore the fact that the 'healing' had been like no spiritual recovery she'd ever witnessed. This had been strange and alien. It was certainly not a magic granted by the divine. "You're going to be fine. The bandits have been slain. You'll be able to rest and recover." She wished desperately that she had more to offer than comforting words, but her magical reserves were empty, tapped by her work in the healing tent. She'd run toward the battle with little to offer but her determination and had somehow survived, thanks to the other brave individuals who'd joined the effort to repel the attack. 

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Coming up beside Quill, Damian's eyes flashed hellish red with furious anger as he turned on the groveling bandit leader.
"Your men has fallen bandit, surrender now and your life will be spared for a just trial." He said in a commanding voice.
Intimidation to make the bandit leader yield: 24 (rolled with advantage if help action is given by someone with this endeavour, otherwise go with first roll)

 (Continuing from previous post then. First roll of the intimidation was 18 so the roll of 24 stands even though no help action was given)

Damian nodded at Woad as the hellrider started to tie up the bandit leader. He then quickly surveyed the battlefield, awaiting the groveling bandit leaders answer, noting that the brave dragonborn mysteriously had vanished from view. The two hellriders stood strong still while Quill tended to the wounded old man. How many did they lose here he thought, looking at the dead, on the ground around them. If only they had pressed on to Baldur's Gate. Damian sighed and telepathically ordered the invisible Azrael to scan the surroundings for wounded or stragglers. "Well bandit, you made a good choice, it seems you will face justice in Baldur's Gate."

"I... healed myself?" Harlan says, confused, before he seems to be distracted in his own little world. "Yes, I... I suppose I did. Oh dear, it's worse than I thought. Not good, not good at all."

He looks up and seems to notice Quill again. "Oh, uh, thank you, I will rest as you recommend. Are you alright?"

Dire attempts to tie the person's hand and feet. 

Slight of Hand: 14

"I'm fine." The response was automatic. It was not a true consideration for her health, but instead a reflexive reply, meant to reassure. Of course, the moment Quill said it, she became aware of the throbbing pain in her arm and the blood sliding down her fingers and onto the ground below. Examining the limb, she noted the deep gash the bandit's blade had carved into her skin. He'd cut directly through her robes and sliced deep into her forearm. "Well..." Quill grimaced, giving the man on the ground a wry smile. "Perhaps not perfectly fine, but I'll be well enough after some sleep. Though, thank Kelemvor there were enough of us willing to defend the camp. Those poor guardsman..." Shaking her head sorrowfully, she extended her (uninjured) arm to the man, offering him assistance to rise, if he wished it. "I'm Quill. What's your name? And would you like me to escort you to the healing tent so your injury can be looked at?"

"My name is Harlan Mostly." He gladly accepts her extended hand, and stands up with a groan. "Please lead on. Although it looks like I'm not the only one who requires attention. I don't think either of us is much suited for the battlefield. I know I'm not..." He will walk with Quill to the medical tent. 

As you begin to recover from the fight, you realise just how much carnage happened before you were woken up. Other than the two guards you witnessed being killed, Lars and Sten, five others are now laying dead.

The two remaining guards, Vander and Chele, approach Gilbert and Woad, "We lost some people before we were alerted to the presence of bandits."

"I think they we're killed in their sleep. The scream we heard must have been from someone that one of bandits had accidentally woken up."

"If they hadn't been woken up, we would probably have lost more people."

"We lost Theodric, the priest of Torm. A pregnant woman by the name of Eda. Another woman by the name of Renata. Then two men by the name of Peppi and Destan."

"All human. No elf, gnome, goliath or dragonborn was killed. It seems a little strange."

Damian glanced over as Quill and the old man left for the medical tent. They were safe now so he realized he should focus on the bandit in front of him. Hearing the the two surviving guards report to the hellriders Damian again turned to face the kneeling leader of the bandits. It seemed strange that the bandits only had killed humans and it couldn't have been a coincidence he thought. "Why are you here, do you have a mission other than to cowardly prey on those too weak to defend themselves? Why did you only kill the humans." He said sternly, expecting the bandit to cooperate now. As he waited for the bandit to respond he called upon his infernal powers to probe the bandits surface thoughts for any answers he might try to withhold.

(Use Detect Thoughts of Telepathic feat. No save yet.)

Damian begins to scan the surface thoughts of the bandit leader. He picks up emotions anger and of blood lust.

"We just looking for what we could take."

"So howcome only the humans were killed in your attack?" Damian pressed on his interrogation strongly, delving deeper into the bandit's wicked mind.
(Wis save 14 to resist)

(Wis save: 16)

Damian digs further into the mind of the man in front of him. He senses a feeling of hatred towards him coming from the bandit. However, there are also memories of the people that he has killed and the sense of joy that he has from such violent actions.

"Easy pickings."

"That is hardly an answer to my question bandit. Are you saying the humans were easier pickings than the others?"
Damian stared intently at the obstinate bandit, trying to determine if he could be holding anything back that was not already revealed by his mind reading.
(Insight: 14  Also wouldn't the bandits mind to some extent process the question asked and at least reveal if he understands what he is being asked?)

"No." Quill agreed, assisting Harlan to his feet and moving with him in the direction of the medical tent. "I've had very little exposure to combat. I mostly deal with the aftermath." She said softly, her gaze tracking over a number of the fallen combatants, civilian, guardsman, and bandit alike. This had been such a senseless act. To attack people that had so little... what was the point? The bandits wouldn't have managed to take more than a handful of coin in such an attack. And the few possessions these people had escaped with had been mostly items of sentimental value, not monetary. This had been a slaughter, nothing more.

Feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes, Quill resolutely turned her attention to Harlan. "Did you live in Elturel?" She asked, faintly curious as to what circumstances had brought the man here. His magic was strange. She was interested in how he'd learned to heal in such an unusual fashion. As they reached the tent, Quill allowed the acolytes to look at her arm, wincing as the injury was scoured with a mixture of water and herbs before bandages were wrapped across the wound. 

"Yes," the bandit replies. "They looked weaker. Easier to fight if things went wrong."

(Intelligence: 8, Damian roll for intelligence.)

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"Did you live in Elturel?" She asked, faintly curious as to what circumstances had brought the man here. His magic was strange. She was interested in how he'd learned to heal in such an unusual fashion. As they reached the tent, Quill allowed the acolytes to look at her arm, wincing as the injury was scoured with a mixture of water and herbs before bandages were wrapped across the wound. 

 How much to say? Too little and she'll be suspicious. But there was a thin line between too little and too much. Here goes...

"Briefly." More, say more. "I'd only been here about... two months, I suppose." There's an obvious question after this, pre-empt it. "I moved here from Iriaebor." Enough, turn it around. "And you? Are you Elturian?"

At the tent Harlan goes through the same process as Quill, his strangely bloodless wounds cleansed and bandaged.