Dawn is very happy to hear that Feydon will get to live when he finishes this mission. It won't be a pleasant life, but he gets to live while making up for his previous crimes.
(Or, it could be that they just worded it that way to get around the limitation that not even a 'mini-mythal' upcasted geas can get around - ordering them to their own deaths. Once the geas is lifted, and he's returned to custody, they can still hang him, unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you feel about Feydon lol)
Bree looks at the loot and takes a light crossbow and two bundles of bolts (I think they come in bundles of 20) saying
"I don't think anyone would miss a crossbow and some bolts, if there's no objections."
The light crossbows, quarrels, and leather armor were clearly not stolen - their armors were perfectly fitting, and theres no mention of any of those things in the journal as having been stolen from others.
(OOC: so I just need to know if the group come to an accord about what to do with the loot (1), and prisoners (2) - before I'll advance things). Message me in discord when that happens
Eltra looks at the bandits and chuckles “Slaves? No, I am not that mean…I simply mean you can ride the mules and watch our stuff. If you prove yourself honest and change your ways under our leadership, then perhaps you can be promoted from bagmen and take on a more active roll. We will need information gatherers, skulkers, and whatever your proficient in order to help us….its a way to earn your keep with us…if this is good for you and the rest of us here?” Eltra pauses and lets the others weigh in Once they do he turns to the loot.
“It seems to me we should keep what is not in the journal. Give it here…I will cross reference things with what we would like to keep….including the lute”
Geren pitches his voice so only the other party members can hear him.
"Let's just take the bandits and turn them in. Whatever gold we lose having to return their loot will be made up for by the reputation we'll good. We're only a day out and we already took down a bandit group that had eluded the authorities for who knows how long, how many adventuring teams can say as much?"
He clears his throat.
"They had twice our numbers and surprise on their side and we beat them without losing a single member of our party through teamwork and skill. Whatever happens to the bandits after we turn them in is on their heads-speaking of which."
He turns to look at the corpses of the bandits they slayed.
"We should take the heads of the ones we killed to ensure we get the full bounty. And proving we got...Todd? Was that his name? The extra-sadistic one has to be worth more. If there's no bounty I'm certain I can talk the local authorities into seeing the wisdom of rewarding heroes who take down bandits."
"I'll be a slave! I'd be happy to be a slave... really... I don't mind!" Karl yells after Eltra.
Frank looks at him and shakes his head. "You.... coward," he spits, seeming finding his courage at last. "I say you kill us both. If my vote counts for anything. I'd rather be dead then be your bag-boy."
Feydon sighs, gets off 'Mousey', and walks over to the bandits. He draws his sword, and brings it to an inch of Franks throat. Then he looks to the group.
"All in favor, say AYE. All opposed, say NAY." he calls out to the group.
Hnefa speaks. "I say, let their be a trial by combat, so that the Skywatchers can decide their worthiness. Let the one they call 'Frank', and the one they call 'Karl' fight to the death - the winner will be the one the Skywatchers favor. Given that, we should then let him go. Not before we heal Frank of his wounds first," she adds.
Feydon sighs, but smiles slightly. "I can't say I don't like that idea. But tha'ts not an AYE or a NAY or something that obviously is the equivalent to one or the other. Besides - is this not a trial of combat right here? If the Ayes have it, the Skywatchers disfavor them. If the NAYs have it, they favor them."
"In that case, I don't care. Do whatever."
Feydon nods. "Ok. That's 2 for Aye and 2 for Nay." He looks at Bree and Gus. "This is what 'justice' looks like on the Sword Coast. Whether it's at a hangman's noose, or by my sword, what difference does it make? We're wasting time arguing over these wastrels. Just say AYE and let's be done with this."
"I say we take them to Crom Hold to face justice, in whatever form it takes."
Feydon scoffs. "Damn it!" With Brees vote, it doesn't matter what Gus says, there's no majority for the Ayes. He curses and swings his sword in a downward arc, so near to Frank that he falls back, but misses deliberately, striking the grass reeds in front of him. Then he sheaths his sword and walks away cursing loudly, and kicking the dirt.
Hearing what he'd said about hanging, panicked, and seeing an opportunity, Karl gets up and takes off at a full sprint, leaping off the road into the bushes. A cry of pain is heard, then rustling sounds of branches and leaves breaking.
Sighing, knowing he can't run in the state he's in, Frank pulls a different kind of 'fast one', there's suddenly a small knife in his hand, removed from his boot, and he jabs it into his own throat. "You're.. the worst... adventurers... ever...." he spurts, as blood flows out from his mouth, and then he expires.
(Or, it could be that they just worded it that way to get around the limitation that not even a 'mini-mythal' upcasted geas can get around - ordering them to their own deaths. Once the geas is lifted, and he's returned to custody, they can still hang him, unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you feel about Feydon lol)
Bree looks at the loot and takes a light crossbow and two bundles of bolts (I think they come in bundles of 20) saying
"I don't think anyone would miss a crossbow and some bolts, if there's no objections."
The light crossbows, quarrels, and leather armor were clearly not stolen - their armors were perfectly fitting, and theres no mention of any of those things in the journal as having been stolen from others.
(OOC: so I just need to know if the group come to an accord about what to do with the loot (1), and prisoners (2) - before I'll advance things). Message me in discord when that happens
Eltra looks at the bandits and chuckles “Slaves? No, I am not that mean…I simply mean you can ride the mules and watch our stuff. If you prove yourself honest and change your ways under our leadership, then perhaps you can be promoted from bagmen and take on a more active roll. We will need information gatherers, skulkers, and whatever your proficient in order to help us….its a way to earn your keep with us…if this is good for you and the rest of us here?” Eltra pauses and lets the others weigh in Once they do he turns to the loot.
“It seems to me we should keep what is not in the journal. Give it here…I will cross reference things with what we would like to keep….including the lute”
Bree says to Eltra "I'm not sure we could trust them. Besides they need to pay for their crimes."
Gus - "that's a good idea Bree, think I may do the same. Gus helps Bree gather the bolts, pulls a light crossbow and 40 bolts for himself.
Geren pitches his voice so only the other party members can hear him.
"Let's just take the bandits and turn them in. Whatever gold we lose having to return their loot will be made up for by the reputation we'll good. We're only a day out and we already took down a bandit group that had eluded the authorities for who knows how long, how many adventuring teams can say as much?"
He clears his throat.
"They had twice our numbers and surprise on their side and we beat them without losing a single member of our party through teamwork and skill. Whatever happens to the bandits after we turn them in is on their heads-speaking of which."
He turns to look at the corpses of the bandits they slayed.
"We should take the heads of the ones we killed to ensure we get the full bounty. And proving we got...Todd? Was that his name? The extra-sadistic one has to be worth more. If there's no bounty I'm certain I can talk the local authorities into seeing the wisdom of rewarding heroes who take down bandits."
Bree decides to take a third bundle for a total of 60 bolts. She asks Eltra
"So what else in here is theirs?"
"You all work out what to do with these two. I will cross reference the journal to what’s here”
"I'll be a slave! I'd be happy to be a slave... really... I don't mind!" Karl yells after Eltra.
Frank looks at him and shakes his head. "You.... coward," he spits, seeming finding his courage at last. "I say you kill us both. If my vote counts for anything. I'd rather be dead then be your bag-boy."
Feydon sighs, gets off 'Mousey', and walks over to the bandits. He draws his sword, and brings it to an inch of Franks throat. Then he looks to the group.
"All in favor, say AYE. All opposed, say NAY." he calls out to the group.
Dawn calls out, "NAY!"
"Don't kill them."
Hnefa speaks. "I say, let their be a trial by combat, so that the Skywatchers can decide their worthiness. Let the one they call 'Frank', and the one they call 'Karl' fight to the death - the winner will be the one the Skywatchers favor. Given that, we should then let him go. Not before we heal Frank of his wounds first," she adds.
Feydon sighs, but smiles slightly. "I can't say I don't like that idea. But tha'ts not an AYE or a NAY or something that obviously is the equivalent to one or the other. Besides - is this not a trial of combat right here? If the Ayes have it, the Skywatchers disfavor them. If the NAYs have it, they favor them."
"In that case, I don't care. Do whatever."
Feydon nods. "Ok. That's 2 for Aye and 2 for Nay." He looks at Bree and Gus. "This is what 'justice' looks like on the Sword Coast. Whether it's at a hangman's noose, or by my sword, what difference does it make? We're wasting time arguing over these wastrels. Just say AYE and let's be done with this."
"I say we take them to Crom Hold to face justice, in whatever form it takes."
Feydon scoffs. "Damn it!" With Brees vote, it doesn't matter what Gus says, there's no majority for the Ayes. He curses and swings his sword in a downward arc, so near to Frank that he falls back, but misses deliberately, striking the grass reeds in front of him. Then he sheaths his sword and walks away cursing loudly, and kicking the dirt.
Hearing what he'd said about hanging, panicked, and seeing an opportunity, Karl gets up and takes off at a full sprint, leaping off the road into the bushes. A cry of pain is heard, then rustling sounds of branches and leaves breaking.
Feydon looks back to the group. "How about now?"
Yea peers up from journal and stolen goods “Well don’t let him escape…Stop him”
Sighing, knowing he can't run in the state he's in, Frank pulls a different kind of 'fast one', there's suddenly a small knife in his hand, removed from his boot, and he jabs it into his own throat. "You're.. the worst... adventurers... ever...." he spurts, as blood flows out from his mouth, and then he expires.
Feydon blinks. "Well... that was... unexpected."