It is enough! The four of you melt into the nearby underbrush as a distinct sense of unease sets in.
The sound of footsteps joins that of the horse's hooves - heavy boots in fact. It is not long before six figures approach, one on horseback, the others walking in front, the foremost bearing a lantern.
You are certain that the prisoner will be there?
It is a deeply disconcerting experience, but the voice, coming from behind the dully glinting metallic mask of the rider seems to originate in each of your minds rather than from without your ears. It's hard not to flinch as the voice casually echoes through your brain, even though there's no significant change in volume.
"Yes, of course, great lord. I have it on good authority that the guards picked him up for vagrancy not long ago. Couldn't give an account of himself!"
The non-telepathic voice is that of Simech himself, all oil and promises in every syllable. Margarette and Shavaris, you would recognize the hulking guards around him as the Bluebottle brothers, four of the meanest, dirtiest fighters this side of the Mountain, by repute.
"Give them an out? I just wanted to burn the place to the ground." Margarette says, way too matter of fact about her intent to commit arson. "Simech is a local crime lord. I'd give you a list but it'd be easier to just list what he doesn't do. Which is kissing babies. Petting kittens. Being a good person. Yeah. That pretty well covers it. He..."
She shuts up as soon as Shavaris gives her warning and then slips into the bushes without so much as a rustle. She hits the deck in the bushes and goes flat, bringing her crossbow out as she lays there, ready to fire. She reaches behind her, pulling out an extra bolt and clinching it in her teeth, then gripping the weapon and placing one finger on the trigger, preparing to fire. She waits...listening...and is completely torn. She starts to shoot Simech...but stops only as she listens to the conversation. Still...she's ready...
She glances at Shavaris, then to the rest of the group...
Cyndril would rather be elsewhere at this moment, truth be told, but the situation certainly doesn't allow for such luxuries; these new companions seem to have quite the grudge, and his oh-so righteous sister would certainly be interested in taking out a crime lord. He considered joining Simech for the briefest of moments before dismissing the idea; working with such an unsavory figure would certainly be quite a poor life decision. For now, he'd follow the lead of the others.
The crime lord's words, however, remind the wizard of something. A 'he' in the prison, arrested for vagrancy? There was only two male prisoners in that little jail, and he himself was one of them. With no connection to Simech and not having been arrested for vagrancy, he could only conclude that Simech was interested in that dead dwarf for some reason. Very interesting. And that telepathy - what could it mean? His mind whirred as me pondered these mysteries and readied himself for battle.
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Breathing a sigh of relief that they all succeeded to hide before they were spotted by the incoming vagrants, even the armored one, she is able to focus on what was in front of her. The voice inside her head was concerning, but what she saw in front of her mattered the most. Simech. The man that got them cornered and then thrown into a prison! Her and her friend! They were Skullcrushers, damn it! Well... they were. But still, this wasn't going to stand.
Vaguely aware that she was about to bring these siblings into their fight with them, she looks at Margarette and nods towards a spot in road that puts the group directly in front of them. Knowing that Marge knew she was going to jump out as soon as they hit that spot.
Looking back towards Cyndril and Vivian, making sure they were well aware of the situation, she grabbed ahold of her shortswords, and slowed her breathing while she waited.... waited... and once they hit her mark, she pounced.
Heading straight for Simech, she used her shortswords to slash at the man.
Margarette doesn't wait. As soon as Shavaris attacks, creating a distraction, she takes aim at the horse and fires before rolling onto her back, throwing her crossbow over her body so that the end is caught on her boot, cocking it, then rolling back over to slap the new bolt into place and firing at the horse again before starting the reload process...
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Cyndril - Try as you might, nothing about the masked figure seems familiar, other than a dimly recalled warning, scrawled in an old tome you had been studying to learn a new spell. "Beware the words of a mindspeaker, for they lie in the only tongue in which all must be truthful." (Speaking of, did you fill out your spell list?)
Simech hardly has time to squawk in surprise before two blades are buried in his chest. He goes down with a dull thump, dead on the spot beneath Shavaris' blades!
Margarette lands the first bolt with expert accuracy, reloading in preparation for her next chance to fire! The horse rears up!
Dex save: 14
The masked rider struggles to maintain a grip on the reins and tumbles out of the saddle, dismounting with little grace but landing on his feat while the horse flees the battle.
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Margarette is indifferent when the horse bolts. She hadn't really wanted to hurt the horse, but unfortunately that was the nature of war.
Watching Shavaris butcher Simech, she curses a little under her breath, having wished to interrogate him (or worse), but then decides that dead is good enough for that pile of crap. Finishing the act of reloading, she takes aim at the masked figure following his drop from his steed and fires...
Not sure if she still has advantage from being stealthed in the bushes in the dark or not...but I'm going to assume so? If not, take whichever roll is first. :)
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Breathing hard after her attack on Simech, she briefly looks at the now pile that was once the man that got them into this mess and tries to calm herself a bit so she can assess the situation a bit more rationally.
Unsure of who the rest of the group was, and obviously the one that Marge just demounted was interesting...
Shavaris spins her shortswords again, using the blunt ends to try and knock the masked man out...
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As Shavaris and Margarette take aim at the masked figure, a bit of light from the small but actively burning pool of oil at Simech's feet (from his shattered lantern) casts a warm glow around the path, and dark shadows on the trees. The light reflects off of the angular mask, now in the light made of a strange, interlooping band of angular metal, in a strange and terrible way, and Shavaris and Margarette find their focus interfered with by the oddly distracting refraction.
The Masked man takes 21 points of damage from Margarette's bolt and Shavaris' second swipe, the first glancing off a hard breastplate obscured beneath the man's robes.
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Following the lead of Shavaris and Margarette, Cyndril moves against the band of criminals before him. Again, he casts a spell of Sleep, looking to avoid catching any of his allies in the radius.
Your best efforts yield a spell cast safely, though Shavaris is just skirting the outer edge, and one of the Bluebottle brother's is out of reach. Even so, none of the enemies fall, and they grip their weapons in anticipation of their assault!
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(Stealth check for Vivian: 16)
(Rolling Stealth for Margarette: 16)
It is enough! The four of you melt into the nearby underbrush as a distinct sense of unease sets in.
The sound of footsteps joins that of the horse's hooves - heavy boots in fact. It is not long before six figures approach, one on horseback, the others walking in front, the foremost bearing a lantern.
You are certain that the prisoner will be there?
It is a deeply disconcerting experience, but the voice, coming from behind the dully glinting metallic mask of the rider seems to originate in each of your minds rather than from without your ears. It's hard not to flinch as the voice casually echoes through your brain, even though there's no significant change in volume.
"Yes, of course, great lord. I have it on good authority that the guards picked him up for vagrancy not long ago. Couldn't give an account of himself!"
The non-telepathic voice is that of Simech himself, all oil and promises in every syllable. Margarette and Shavaris, you would recognize the hulking guards around him as the Bluebottle brothers, four of the meanest, dirtiest fighters this side of the Mountain, by repute.
"Give them an out? I just wanted to burn the place to the ground." Margarette says, way too matter of fact about her intent to commit arson. "Simech is a local crime lord. I'd give you a list but it'd be easier to just list what he doesn't do. Which is kissing babies. Petting kittens. Being a good person. Yeah. That pretty well covers it. He..."
She shuts up as soon as Shavaris gives her warning and then slips into the bushes without so much as a rustle. She hits the deck in the bushes and goes flat, bringing her crossbow out as she lays there, ready to fire. She reaches behind her, pulling out an extra bolt and clinching it in her teeth, then gripping the weapon and placing one finger on the trigger, preparing to fire. She waits...listening...and is completely torn. She starts to shoot Simech...but stops only as she listens to the conversation. Still...she's ready...
She glances at Shavaris, then to the rest of the group...
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Cyndril would rather be elsewhere at this moment, truth be told, but the situation certainly doesn't allow for such luxuries; these new companions seem to have quite the grudge, and his oh-so righteous sister would certainly be interested in taking out a crime lord. He considered joining Simech for the briefest of moments before dismissing the idea; working with such an unsavory figure would certainly be quite a poor life decision. For now, he'd follow the lead of the others.
The crime lord's words, however, remind the wizard of something. A 'he' in the prison, arrested for vagrancy? There was only two male prisoners in that little jail, and he himself was one of them. With no connection to Simech and not having been arrested for vagrancy, he could only conclude that Simech was interested in that dead dwarf for some reason. Very interesting. And that telepathy - what could it mean? His mind whirred as me pondered these mysteries and readied himself for battle.
History: 11
Breathing a sigh of relief that they all succeeded to hide before they were spotted by the incoming vagrants, even the armored one, she is able to focus on what was in front of her. The voice inside her head was concerning, but what she saw in front of her mattered the most. Simech. The man that got them cornered and then thrown into a prison! Her and her friend! They were Skullcrushers, damn it! Well... they were. But still, this wasn't going to stand.
Vaguely aware that she was about to bring these siblings into their fight with them, she looks at Margarette and nods towards a spot in road that puts the group directly in front of them. Knowing that Marge knew she was going to jump out as soon as they hit that spot.
Looking back towards Cyndril and Vivian, making sure they were well aware of the situation, she grabbed ahold of her shortswords, and slowed her breathing while she waited.... waited... and once they hit her mark, she pounced.
Heading straight for Simech, she used her shortswords to slash at the man.
(Using advantage due to unseen attacker)
Attack: 21 Damage: 6
Attack: 20 Damage: 10
Utilizing action surge...
Attack: 17 Damage: 9
Attack: 14 Damage: 5
Margarette doesn't wait. As soon as Shavaris attacks, creating a distraction, she takes aim at the horse and fires before rolling onto her back, throwing her crossbow over her body so that the end is caught on her boot, cocking it, then rolling back over to slap the new bolt into place and firing at the horse again before starting the reload process...
Action Surge
Crossbow Attack 1: Attack: 23 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Crossbow Attack 2: Attack: 14 Damage: 10
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Damage for First Attack since it didn't parse:
8
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Cyndril - Try as you might, nothing about the masked figure seems familiar, other than a dimly recalled warning, scrawled in an old tome you had been studying to learn a new spell. "Beware the words of a mindspeaker, for they lie in the only tongue in which all must be truthful." (Speaking of, did you fill out your spell list?)
Simech hardly has time to squawk in surprise before two blades are buried in his chest. He goes down with a dull thump, dead on the spot beneath Shavaris' blades!
Margarette lands the first bolt with expert accuracy, reloading in preparation for her next chance to fire! The horse rears up!
Dex save: 14
The masked rider struggles to maintain a grip on the reins and tumbles out of the saddle, dismounting with little grace but landing on his feat while the horse flees the battle.
Roll initiative!
17
Margarette Initiative: 9
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Shavaris initiative: 5
Cyndril Initiative: 14
Also, my spell list is under the 'notes' section, can you see it as the DM?
Vivian Initiative: 12
The party goes first! Go in any order, then the Bluebottles and the Masked Man will go.
Margarette is indifferent when the horse bolts. She hadn't really wanted to hurt the horse, but unfortunately that was the nature of war.
Watching Shavaris butcher Simech, she curses a little under her breath, having wished to interrogate him (or worse), but then decides that dead is good enough for that pile of crap. Finishing the act of reloading, she takes aim at the masked figure following his drop from his steed and fires...
Not sure if she still has advantage from being stealthed in the bushes in the dark or not...but I'm going to assume so? If not, take whichever roll is first. :)
Crossbow Attack: Attack: 27 Damage: 16
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Breathing hard after her attack on Simech, she briefly looks at the now pile that was once the man that got them into this mess and tries to calm herself a bit so she can assess the situation a bit more rationally.
Unsure of who the rest of the group was, and obviously the one that Marge just demounted was interesting...
Shavaris spins her shortswords again, using the blunt ends to try and knock the masked man out...
Attack: 20 Damage: 8
Attack: 18 Damage: 8
As Shavaris and Margarette take aim at the masked figure, a bit of light from the small but actively burning pool of oil at Simech's feet (from his shattered lantern) casts a warm glow around the path, and dark shadows on the trees. The light reflects off of the angular mask, now in the light made of a strange, interlooping band of angular metal, in a strange and terrible way, and Shavaris and Margarette find their focus interfered with by the oddly distracting refraction.
Margarette Wis Save: 12
Shavaris Wis Save: 18
The Masked man takes 21 points of damage from Margarette's bolt and Shavaris' second swipe, the first glancing off a hard breastplate obscured beneath the man's robes.
Following the lead of Shavaris and Margarette, Cyndril moves against the band of criminals before him. Again, he casts a spell of Sleep, looking to avoid catching any of his allies in the radius.
Sleep HP: 14
Your best efforts yield a spell cast safely, though Shavaris is just skirting the outer edge, and one of the Bluebottle brother's is out of reach. Even so, none of the enemies fall, and they grip their weapons in anticipation of their assault!