Blood from Stone Chapter #1: A Simple Message

[DEFCON 1]

Hp: 9/15 | Ac: 18

The remaining bandit staggers back from the rock to the forehead, and the dwarf takes a microsecond to consider the options. Does he try to knock this guy out in order to interrogate him for information? But then he thinks to himself... We've already knocked off four of his friends... it wouldn't be fair to the memory of the dead to let this one live, cause Host knows that paladin wouldn't let me kill 'em after we interrogated him.

So he decides that being fair is more important than getting information, and proceeds to hack away at the guy like he has done to all the others. "Sorry guy... time to join your friends!"

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OOC: Step to other bandit and attack with axe (+3 to hit / damage 1d10+3)

 

[green slime]

Eldrago treads warily, circling, waiting for an opening, then leaps forward, rapier outstretched.

[OOC: Looking to make sishkebab of final bandit by attacking from flank-position: +2 to hit, 2d6 damage]

 

[TwistedMindInc]

Leona sighs softly as the two men savagely attack the last bandit standing, but it had to be done. They truly were evil, and had no qualms about attacking Leona's friends. Questioning the survivor probably would not have worked out so well either, because generally with accusations - their comes torturing. Something the Paladin couldn't stand back and watch. The lesser of two evils? Killing the last bandit. Besides, look at what they did to her fur? Hrmph. The shifter tends to her wounds waiting for the coast to be clear.

 

[SecondTime]

Still smarting form Moravec's pellet, the bandit wakens from his momentary daze to notice both Eldrago and Massif circling him, his eyes locking with the man he thought was one of his fellows, not noticing the axe blde swung sideways, cleaving halfway through his neck.

End of Initiative: Everyone recieves 75 xp. And the important hostage is still held..hostage.

 

[TwistedMindInc]

Peering out from the brush, and climbing to her feet when Leona takes note that there are no longer any of the bandits standing. Well, other than Eldrago. "Good job, I am sorry I couldn't partake in that fight. Trying to save my strength for when I need it. Eldrago, wonderful job playing your part." Murmured to the men that accompany her on the journey, dropping to a knee by one of the bandits to search his body. Hoping, praying, that there was some sort of potion that could get her back up in action.

 

[green slime]

Eldrago sees Leona emerge from the bushes, and nods his thanks at her compliment. He raises his left hand; in it a glorified twig. He approaches Moravec. "I found this stick in the tunnels, perhaps you can ascertain if it has some purpose other than decorative?"

Those examining the stick closer, see a white laquered stick, some 30 inches in length. At its base, in gold outlines, is etched an image of a griffon surrounded by a reaf.

" It bears the mark of House Jorasco, the dragonmarked house dedicated to healing the wounded..."

 

[TeleriMage]

Moravec frowned slightly, muttering an incantation and spreading his fingers towards the stick.

OOC: Casting Detect Magic, concentrating for as long as possible to determine school/strength of aura. (Spellcraft +5)

 

[DEFCON 1]

"I don't know much about magic sticks, so I'll leave that to you guys. I'll just go ahead and clean up these bodies as well." Massif grabs the legs of the two dead bandits and drags them down and behind the bushes along with the other ones.

He turns to walk back to the group, when he suddenly has a small bolt of realization. He immediately turns back to the pile of now six corpses and looks down at them. Shrugging, he begins rummaging through their pockets and pouches, checks their hands and necks for any jewelry, and inspects their weapons and armor looking for anything of worth. "Dunno why we didn't think of this before. But Host knows that this'll be the only way we'll get a fair payment cause that Deneith bastard sure ain't gonna pay us proper."

 

[SecondTime]

Moravec: As you finish your incantation, your visions feels slightly distorted as you sense an light emenation coming from Eldrago's stick. After about a minute of concentration, you are able to guess that this magic is of the sort that brings material together from across time and space. (Faint Conjuration)

Massif: The bandits didn't appear to carry anything of value with them, excepting their blades. (Six longswords)

 

[green slime]

"Part of the way in, there is a small guard chamber, now empty. I assume we killed those bods the first time. Beyond that, there is a path which leads to a store room and further into the mountain, where I was met by those two "misfortunates"." he says, indicating the latest two bodies. "I did hear noises which would indicate a large number of foes located deeper in the complex. Unfortunately, I did not get to recognoitre any further. Neither did I loiter to thoroughly inspect either the guard's quarters, nor the storeroom."

Eldrago pauses, considering our options.

"May I suggest a plan? I do not favour just stumbling straight into a group of well-organised enemies. I suggest we try to capture two or more of them..." and here Eldrago pauses for an almost uncomfortable length of time, looking intently at Massif, before continuing "...Firstly to find out more information regarding their operation, setup, and the layout of the den, and also, so that we may have a bargaining chip or two, should things get sticky. With a few of them, we may even be able to negotiate a prisoner exchange."

Shifting slightly, and looking at each in turn, "My suggestion is this, each of you advance quietly to the storeroom, while I stay in the guard room. I'll emulate the sounds of a fight, hopefully attracting the attention of a few of the scoundrels. Then, in the passage between the store room and the guard room, you guys render them unconscious. Except this time, we try to keep them alive!"