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[Tarran]

Says the man who's using daggers and arrows while I'm using literal bolts of fire.

[Tiruin]

((First Blood!  ))

Warcry! For rallying the others/demoralization of the enemy! (demon outfit & plans before )

If possible, Begin the attack! Throw mine Javelin at any archer that doesn't comply and possibly follow it up with a combination attack with my Wolfen ally at another archer who also may not comply. If they all do, stride into the melee and search for higher ranking officials who won't comply.

Falion cursed as he looked upon the arrow shaft protruding from his right side. Good [God] no! Attempting to remove it himself would be truly stupid, the archers were the highest priority to survival currently.

He wondered for a second how competent they could actually get, as Archery was one of the hardest arts to master, or if it was just due to his mistake in planning? Anyway, he doubted the safety of the arrow, if the head was firmly attached or just stuck on with...whatever the bandits used. Also, if it was one of those 'quick-draw' types, stuck in the dirt for easy retrieval. It wasn't the shot that killed, mostly. It was the infection afterwards, and he doubted his will would save him from an agonizing death.

Though, this was not the point, but the thought came and went in the fraction of a second.

The idea of what occurred last night replaced the thought. The Knight smiled as he thought of the implications.

He spat on the ground and attempted to contain his best knowledge of his archaic tongue, if what the old maid's tales were to be believed and acted upon. "Hark onto mine words, heathens of the land! I am a Knight of Vengeance, for ye hath forsaken the laws and defiled my sanctum! Yet I know mercy, for ye who stand here hath heard mine follower's call and hearkened unto the symbols.

Throw down thine arms and surrender for Redemption is still at hand!"

Falion knew the code, and that bandits were as scum and filth. Still, after listening to those subjugated to the cause, he did not want to spill slave/peasant/innocent blood.

And that he wouldn't last at all if this completely failed. He hoped his surcoat would give the appearance of a moving pincushion.

Spoiler: Funny thought I came upon while re-reading the thread. (click to show/hide)

...getting 6,6,6 in his rolls.))

That's like, what, a 1/216 chance?

It happened to me while running my own RTD. I think the D&D Dice Roller I use is extremely lucky, and extremely spiteful at times.

Combo 6 & 1s...Joy for the players!

[Grunhill]

Action: Wait for Adrienne's signal and start shooting light bolts using Ouroboros and targetting all visible enemies. After the end of the turn or if anything goes wrong, prepare the Masterwork Crossbow for possible enemies and use the Grimoire as a shield for any upcoming attack.

If any enemy gets too close, use the Masterwork Dual Short Swords to defend against them.

[Dwarmin]

Sensing it was time, Adrienne leapt to her feet (with a girlish giggle, but she don't think anyone heard that) and drew her blade and shield.

She charged, not checking to see if anyone was following, roaring "To me, Knights! Kill them all! CHARGE!!" like she had practiced, before setting the battle horn to her lips and blowing.

Action: Charge into battle! Go for the Lieutenant, wind my Rally Call for Roland. Go for max demoralization!

[Tiruin]

((I have a feeling this is going to be Epic.))

[Caellath]

It happened to me while running my own RTD. I think the D&D Dice Roller I use is extremely lucky, and extremely spiteful at times.

((We use different rollers, so I am inclined to think lucky streaks are just that. Streaks of luck.))

Says the man who's using daggers and arrows while I'm using literal bolts of fire.

((I actually thought Davie would be one of the less deadly mages due to the fact he carries a bastard sword and that controlling something as unstable as fire could end up with him on fire, but so far the die have been kind to him.))

[agentorangesoda]

He needed to stop letting his nerves get the best of him. Though he was prepared to kill, even looking forward to it, Ktimbi had never done it before, and his body had grown weary from the sleepless night before. He needed to steel his resolve...and then get to someplace safe. He was not convinced he could dodge another volley in his current condition.

Run back to Falion; support him and airgead by conjuring a cloud to mask their position

[Powder Miner]

Reloading her pistols and taking the bandits' weapons, April headed toward the main camp again whislt reloading her pistols, confident the bandits were no threat.

[Praefectus Screptum]

Try to shoot at the leader again.

[Caellath]

((I am rolling the turn! And I have the slight impression Adrienne will regret yelling and coming out of hiding before blowing the horn. Cue to her being turned into a pin cushion.))

[Tiruin]

((That is a lot of competent bowmen.))

[Caellath]

((What I am saying is that shit may happen. Tiruin Falion has a higher armor rating and even so he tasted some long arrow on his flank.
Yep, she blew her init roll and was hit.))

[Dwarmin]

((In my defense, I'm a knight, I'm supposed to be getting hit.

I'll fair better than Diego would, for example.))

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Wait, isn't she still invisible? O.o)

[Caellath]

((She rolled an one while yelling like a mad woman. Guess what happens then. They did get an accuracy penalty.))