"If we bury it, would it not grow into some sort of demonic crop? As for the thieves, I say leave them to their accursed state and let them sort out their lives afterwards. If the grain is indeed cursed in some fashion, it is likely punishment enough to be cursed by the Gods... no mortal need inflict further punishment, 'lest the gods accuse him of hubris..." Alwyn advised, still in full armor, though placing his spear on his back.
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The Canterbury Tales- Chapter 4: Dead Drunk
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Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
The party ultimately decided to take the grain back, but left the crazed little men to their own devices. The odd cow followed them sullenly on the return hike down the slope, through the grass, and over several short hills to the camp.
As the scouts grew close to camp they smelled the scent of burning wood and heard loud screams. They raced forward and topped the last hill to see several panicking caravan-mates with buckets running to and from the camp water barrels. The men were desperately trying to put out a fire that had spread along the side of a wagon. One caught the sight of the scouts and yelled, "Quickly, help before we lose the wagon! That Baker's gone crazy, he has. The bloke knocked out the Knight with a rock to the back of the head and started attacking the other campers, and a couple of his apprentices have also seemed to have gone mad and joined in."
There are several buckets by the water barrels, and the flaming wagon is sixty feet away from them. The wagon-side closest to the barrels is aflame, though the whole vehicle looks like it might be swallowed by the fire in any moment. The six caravan travelers are not having much of an effect on the fire and are panicked and lacking coordination.
As the scouts grew close to camp they smelled the scent of burning wood and heard loud screams. They raced forward and topped the last hill to see several panicking caravan-mates with buckets running to and from the camp water barrels. The men were desperately trying to put out a fire that had spread along the side of a wagon. One caught the sight of the scouts and yelled, "Quickly, help before we lose the wagon! That Baker's gone crazy, he has. The bloke knocked out the Knight with a rock to the back of the head and started attacking the other campers, and a couple of his apprentices have also seemed to have gone mad and joined in."
There are several buckets by the water barrels, and the flaming wagon is sixty feet away from them. The wagon-side closest to the barrels is aflame, though the whole vehicle looks like it might be swallowed by the fire in any moment. The six caravan travelers are not having much of an effect on the fire and are panicked and lacking coordination.
HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
Dropping his suitcase and the hat box with Hilford in it, the Professor runs to the water barrel. Picking up a bucket and filling it he syas to the closest cavaranie[??] "No, no. Make a line, and pass the buckets to each other. And throw the water at the base, at what's burning not at the top of the flames. Hurry now!" Handing off the bucket he picks up another and starts filling it.
Alwyn drew his spear once more, knowing he was not very well equipped for dealing with a fire, but he was well equipped for fighting baker's and crazy helpers.
"I will help deal with them. I just hope we can avoid killing them..." Alwyn mutters, wondering if this insanity was the old god's revenge for their abandonment...
"I will help deal with them. I just hope we can avoid killing them..." Alwyn mutters, wondering if this insanity was the old god's revenge for their abandonment...
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
The Professor quickly takes charge of the fire line, grabbing some of his comrades as well as the remaining responders into a somewhat organized line. Through his instructions they were able to keep the fire from spreading, and it quickly became a question of who would wear down first. The sweating sinews of the helping scouts and responders, or the fire which sought to feed itself throughout the rest of the wagon.
Francis and Alwyn leapt past in the direction where one of the responders pointed, their eyes seeking out the Baker among men and women who raced through the chaos to and fro in confusion. It didn't take long for them to find their target, as the form of the Baker and two of his comrades were seen among the panicking travelers. The three men were armed with makeshift clubs and obviously crazed, with trails of lather worked up among the corners of their lips and violence in their red eyes. Several moaning forms lay near these three men, and it seemed that the innocent bystanders were mostly left alone once dropped with a dull thwack from blunt weapon. Their rampage had not gone unimpeded, for the Baker and his two companions were themselves bloodied and bruised, though their injuries did little to slow them. With a shriek, the Baker focused his vision on Alwyn's visage and began to rush towards him with his two assistants in tow, quickly closing the 40 feet between him and the two scouts.
OOC: Francis and Alwyn, roll for init and declare actions. Everyone else is 120 feet away and putting out the wagon fire, but can opt to help their companions instead.
Francis and Alwyn leapt past in the direction where one of the responders pointed, their eyes seeking out the Baker among men and women who raced through the chaos to and fro in confusion. It didn't take long for them to find their target, as the form of the Baker and two of his comrades were seen among the panicking travelers. The three men were armed with makeshift clubs and obviously crazed, with trails of lather worked up among the corners of their lips and violence in their red eyes. Several moaning forms lay near these three men, and it seemed that the innocent bystanders were mostly left alone once dropped with a dull thwack from blunt weapon. Their rampage had not gone unimpeded, for the Baker and his two companions were themselves bloodied and bruised, though their injuries did little to slow them. With a shriek, the Baker focused his vision on Alwyn's visage and began to rush towards him with his two assistants in tow, quickly closing the 40 feet between him and the two scouts.
OOC: Francis and Alwyn, roll for init and declare actions. Everyone else is 120 feet away and putting out the wagon fire, but can opt to help their companions instead.
ethandrew
First Post
Francis 'of Assisi'
HP: 8/8 - AC: 15
Francis looks at Alwyn, "Looks like we found them and they're looking for a fight. Let's stick together, go after the same guy and try not to kill them." As he shouts this amid the chaos, the screaming, the glowing red of fire, he pulls out his long sap, waiting for one of the crazed bakers to charge at him before he can sidestep and thump them in the skull.
Initiative of 15. Attack nearest foe to him and Alwyn, +3 1d6+3 (additional 1d6 Sneak Damage if flanking).
HP: 8/8 - AC: 15
Francis looks at Alwyn, "Looks like we found them and they're looking for a fight. Let's stick together, go after the same guy and try not to kill them." As he shouts this amid the chaos, the screaming, the glowing red of fire, he pulls out his long sap, waiting for one of the crazed bakers to charge at him before he can sidestep and thump them in the skull.
Initiative of 15. Attack nearest foe to him and Alwyn, +3 1d6+3 (additional 1d6 Sneak Damage if flanking).
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
Francis and Alwyn make short work of the Baker, with Alwyn stopping the crazed man's screaming war cry with a quick jab to the gut with the butt of his longspear. While the Baker gasped for breath, Francis moved to his flank and knocked him out with a sap blow to the back of the head.
The two assistants acted with greater wariness once their leader had fallen, engaging in a sort of deadly dance with the two scouts. This stalemate was finally snapped a minute later by the burlier of the two men, who planted his gnarled club squarely into the nose of Alwyn, eliciting a scream and crimson cloud from the binder's now-broken nose (critical hit, -10 hps to Alwyn, who is now at 0 hps, but he is still standing and functional).
The Professor, Sir Goodlake, and Duncan Reed finally saw the team of fellow travelers they were commanding get an advantage over the fire. The wagon's flame had diminished enough for two quick thinking men to unfurl a canvas from the back of the wagon and smother the remaining fire. Although the wagon continued to smoke and was nearly ruined on its left side, it was still operable. One of the travelers said to Professor Smiley, "We can take care of the rest, sirrah! Find the Baker and his assistants and put them down before they do any more damage."
OOC: Professor Smiley suffered from muscle fatigue during the extinguishing of the fire, -1 to his hit and melee damage until he can attain a good night's rest. The fire team can see Alwyn and Francis fighting two of the Baker's assistants a little more than 80 feet away. The Baker is further back and face down in the dirt near the hand-to-hand skirmish.
The two assistants acted with greater wariness once their leader had fallen, engaging in a sort of deadly dance with the two scouts. This stalemate was finally snapped a minute later by the burlier of the two men, who planted his gnarled club squarely into the nose of Alwyn, eliciting a scream and crimson cloud from the binder's now-broken nose (critical hit, -10 hps to Alwyn, who is now at 0 hps, but he is still standing and functional).
The Professor, Sir Goodlake, and Duncan Reed finally saw the team of fellow travelers they were commanding get an advantage over the fire. The wagon's flame had diminished enough for two quick thinking men to unfurl a canvas from the back of the wagon and smother the remaining fire. Although the wagon continued to smoke and was nearly ruined on its left side, it was still operable. One of the travelers said to Professor Smiley, "We can take care of the rest, sirrah! Find the Baker and his assistants and put them down before they do any more damage."
OOC: Professor Smiley suffered from muscle fatigue during the extinguishing of the fire, -1 to his hit and melee damage until he can attain a good night's rest. The fire team can see Alwyn and Francis fighting two of the Baker's assistants a little more than 80 feet away. The Baker is further back and face down in the dirt near the hand-to-hand skirmish.
Dragonwriter
First Post
Duncan nods and looks about for signs of the crazed baker and his assistants. Upon seeing Francis and Alwyn fighting the insane men, the Scot gives a shout and spurs Gaoth towards the fight, bringing his own lance about to bear. The paladin tries to just smack or shove either of the combatants, not wanting to kill them. They were, after all, poisoned or possessed due to that strange grain.
[sblock=OOC and Rolls]
Initiative: 15
If possible, I'll have Gaoth charge (and move on, with Ride-By Attack) so I can use the lance's double damage for a non-lethal attack. Attack and Damage: 1 and 6+8.
And if either of them hits Gaoth, here's a Ride check to replace his AC (Mounted Combat): 24.
Stupid IC... nat 1 attack roll, then 20 on the Ride check.
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[sblock=OOC and Rolls]
Initiative: 15
If possible, I'll have Gaoth charge (and move on, with Ride-By Attack) so I can use the lance's double damage for a non-lethal attack. Attack and Damage: 1 and 6+8.
And if either of them hits Gaoth, here's a Ride check to replace his AC (Mounted Combat): 24.
Stupid IC... nat 1 attack roll, then 20 on the Ride check.
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HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
Wiping his forehead with a sleeve the Professor looks around. "We need to help them." stating the obvious.
[sblock=OOC] The Professor will close towards the fighting group but try to stay out of melee. So stops about 30' from the fight and yells encouragment. [/sblock]
[sblock=OOC] The Professor will close towards the fighting group but try to stay out of melee. So stops about 30' from the fight and yells encouragment. [/sblock]
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