Storms of Change [IC]

[silentspace]

"Like I said, I'd be happy to take you along, if this is really what you want. I.. I can't really garanty you'll be safe with me. I mean, I'm just a small halfling and we might be going on a dangerous adventure. Perhaps it would be best if I talk to Darien. I could convince him to remove your punishment. I think you've clearly learn your lesson and, as such, he will probably agree that there are no use to isolate you anymore."[/COLOR]

Mirena replies "Oh, Darien never did anything to me! I don't work for Darien! I work for Glendrake! All the drivers and wagons belong to Glendrake. A lot of the goods are Mavdeno's though. Darien is sort of a freelance mercenary. He says he loves working with caravans. Having him around is really great. I mean, he works for Glendrake too, but everythings nicer when he's around. And safer too! I don't think you'll get very far talking to Glendrake. You can try though!"

"If you want me to go with you, I'm sure I can help! I'm ok with a crossbow, you saw me, right? Glendrake pays us drivers 6 silver a day."

 

[Hurricain]

Devan keeps guard of the caravan, bow in hand.

 

[Chaos Apostate]

The bandit spellcaster looks up at Alyssa. At first he has a look of bewilderment on his face, but then switches to another one of his crooked smiles as he admires the young elven lass. “Alright girlie, you’ll do just fine!” [+5 circumstance bonus to Intimidate, failed.] Then she spits in his face. Taken aback, he starts yelling “What the hell?! Are you crazy? Sorry girlie, you won’t do at all! I’ll only take the first one!” He nods at Manzanita.

Alyssa stares blankly at the bandit for a few seconds, obviously taken aback, before speaking in a tone of bafflement which turns to matter-of-fact acceptance.
"Well, since subtlety seems to be lost on you, I'll try a more straightforward approach." She draws her sword. "Tell her what she wants to know, or I'll nail you up to the nearest tree by your genitalia."

OOC: This is just a character thing, to save a bit of face (okay, maybe not much...). I'm not particularly interested in retrying the intimidate check, so I'd be happy for one of the other involved parties to butt in at this point.

 

[Manzanita]

Manzanita

Manzanita smiles at Alyssa and Zanock. "Thank you, but violence isn't necessary here. Listen, you are not in a good position, sir. You have been captured and will be turned over to the authrorities in Carodan. You will quite probably be executed. If you don't help us, then this is your fate. If you cooperate, we could perhaps be of assistance to you. Perhaps we could get word to your friends or family to help you defend yourself in court, or at least to give you a descent burial. I don't see that you have anything to lose."

 

[Chaos Apostate]

Manzanita smiles at Alyssa and Zanock. "Thank you, but violence isn't necessary here. Listen, you are not in a good position, sir. You have been captured and will be turned over to the authrorities in Carodan. You will quite probably be executed. If you don't help us, then this is your fate. If you cooperate, we could perhaps be of assistance to you. Perhaps we could get word to your friends or family to help you defend yourself in court, or at least to give you a descent burial. I don't see that you have anything to lose."

Er... yes. What she said... Alyssa sheathes her sword, and then suddenly has to stifle a fit of giggling at her mishandling of the situation and, nodding cordially at Manzanita, walks off back to the place where she had previously been sitting, still stifling giggles, and probably leaving everybody wondering whether she's lost her mind.

 

[silentspace]

The bandit spellcaster responds to Alyssa “Oi! No need to get yer undergarments all tied up in a bunch! I like you too! That spitting in the face thing was just a little weird, that’s all! I’ll tell you what? How about if I take a turn with both of you?” As Alyssa pokes her sword into his groin harder, he says “OK OK OK! I’ll just take you, OK? I don’t need the other one! Just put your sword away, and let’s get that room now!”

When Manzanita describes the situation to him, he says “You’re going to help me in Carodan then? Yes, that’s a good offer…”

“But wait, you’re lying! Why would you help us? The truth is that we’re innocent, and you attacked us without provocation! If you told the truth, they’d let us go! There’s no law against hunting centaurs, is there? At least I don’t think there are any…”

He pauses and thinks. He’s obviously a wizard, so he can’t be completely stupid, but it takes a surprisingly long time for him to weigh his options. Several minutes, in fact. You start to wonder what he might be thinking.

“Alright. If you give me your word to help me in Carodan, then OK. My spell book has Magic Missile, Nystul’s Undetectable Aura, Shield, Shocking Grasp, and Sleep. And all the usual cantrips. If we’re found innocent, you’ll be giving us our equipment back, right?”

As Alyssa walks away giggling, he shouts after her, “Hey wait! I told you what you wanted to know! Aren’t we going to get a room now?”

He glances at Zanock quickly, then averts his gaze.

 

[silentspace]

Four bandits are alive. Only two are conscious. Three bandits are dead. One bandit was killed outright by Polindun's arrow. By the time Darien and his men arrived, two more had bled to death. Another two were unconscious and bleeding. One stabilized on his own, and the other was stabilized by Darien. They are injured very badly, and those with Heal skills determine that they won't be regaining consciousness for a few days at least. The spellcaster and one other bandit woke up after Manzanita's sleep spell wore off.

 

[mpickett81]

Adromon grabs some stew and finds a seat where he can relax. For a few minutes, he alternates between looking out across the plain and observing his new companions. "Certainly not a typical caravan guard," he thinks. "There is definitely something strange going on." After quickly finishing his meal, Adromon observes the many leather bardings gathered from the enemy, unused despite there obvious utility. Thinking this odd, Adromon decides to go and grab a set for his steed Narthail, assuming no one objects.

 

[silentspace]

Walking away before he changed his mind, Dunathar approached Sturdy and nodded his head in greetings.

"I've got awhile before my watch, and I'm thinking a mug of ale and some stew would help me pass the time."

Not one for small talk, Dunathar hoped Sturdy would remember he had asked to talk to him.

"Eh? You looked so uncomfortable on your horse I was going to offer to trade it for a pony, as a joke! Bad joke, I know. Nevermind. I guess you'll be coming down with the others when your shift is over, eh? See you then!" Sturdy heads back downstairs.

 

[silentspace]

Darien and the rest of the front guard head back down. You hear grumbling from them about how their dinners are probably cold by now.

Polindun and Bolandun bid the elvish speakers good evening, bow at the others, and disappear into a nearby grove of trees.

Please describe your actions during your watch. Include your mount, even if you're not mounted. Also please describe what you will be doing with the bandits, their mounts, and their equipment. They are currently scattered about, where they fell.