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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DistractingFlare" data-source="post: 5939244" data-attributes="member: 86189">The bandit chief Cyrus Downs has called you into his chamber, and you know that's bad news.Word has been spreading around the warren. One of the other bandit clans  - could it be the Red Valley gang, or maybe that tribe of goblins with  the weird facepaint, or maybe just another evil wizard? -- but somebody  -- has killed one of King Leopold's couriers and taken his parcel.Chief Downs tells you this same thing, but less gracefully, and with a lot more hand gestures."King-man sent a guy with a bag. Someone  killed 'im. Dunno who. But King-man ain't happy. King-man's sending some  big, strong hero types to clean up the riffraff. Turns out, boys, even  though we don't do no murderin' or stealin' of fancy bags, we're some of  the riffraff he wants cleaned."At the mention of "heroes," a chill runs down your spine. Perhaps your  mother whispered stories of them when you were a naughty little  banditling.[THINK]"Clean your plate, or the heroes are going to stomp in and torture you for information.""But I'm just a little banditling, mama. Why would they torture me?""Because they're twisted people, and you haven't cleaned your plate."[/THINK]"Paying attention, boys? Good. Hero types on  their way. We got women here. Kids. Lace up yer boots. Grab yer  favorite sword. Yer gonna need it.""But can't we just explain it to them?" one of you idiot bandits asks."Heroes don't talk,  boys. They cast magic missile first, then don't bother to ask questions later. Now go stand guard.""Mikal, use yer talents. Be brave. Show 'em what it means to be a Downs. And Karrak, make sure Mikal doesn't get 'is head caved in by some glowy paladin. Houndaer, Sal, you guys know what ta do. Stab, kill, and don't forget to trash talk. Heroes hate it when ya show a little spine. And Toaddy...ta be honest, I'm not sure ye can even hear me, so...good...luck?Show 'em hell, boys."--You've wasted no time in preparing for the onslaught of murderous good guys. There's one entrance to the warren, and it's been barricaded and reinforced with steel piping. Tanly, the slightly-creepy kobold trapsmith has been rummaging around all morning, affixing tripwires in places, muttering to himself in draconic.[sblock=If you speak draconic]"Oh, my darling jar of beads. I'll be coming home to you soon, yes, and I'll be plunging my handsies into your depths, rummaging around in the glory of your multicolored essence."[/sblock]A few traps have been posted by the strange little guy, but you know the party's rogue won't have much trouble disarming them. Because, as you know, traps are kind of underpowered.YOU: Mikal, Toaddy, Houndaer, Sal, and Karrak. You are the front line. The heroes are on their way to kill you and drink the EXP from your lifeblood. If you must, compare strategies. Or play dominoes. Or have a nap.</blockquote>

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