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[Tawa]

Sokratei winced as the blade scored her once again, digging in painfully.

"That's very rude of you. Why don't you stand still for a moment..."

Action: Prepare for two weapon attack fever. Rapier+Dagger+Sneak attack, Right after Tiger friend established a flank, of course. Otherwise, use total defense until then.

TWF Mods~
Rapier +6/1d8
Dagger +6/1d6-1

Remember to add flanking and sneak attack if applicable, you.

Bound over to the one attacking the horned girl and claw him in the back!

[12 + 10] [12 + 10] 17 damage!
After the arrival of her friend, Sokratei lets loose.
[14 + 6] 6 damage!
The man was no more.

Back up 20 ft again and blast him with more fire.

You finally finish burning him to death.

Ride 5 spaces diagonal down-right, attack enemy to the right of Nix.
 "LET US FELL THEIR HEADS, UNSUSPECTING ALLY!"

Seeing as the indicated man is dead and the leader is the only one left, I'm just going to redirect you to flanking him.
[6 + 9 + 2] 17 damage!

Stab a bandit! If Tradok kills the one I'm flanking with him, then use Inspiration to stab.

[14 + 2 + 2]
With one final sweep of his blade, Nix slays the mens' leader. He falls over onto the ground, motionless.
5 damage!
The armored men are all dead now.

Victory! 1800 EXP for everybody.

"Alright..." Kira says, helping the man up, and helping him stay standing if he begins to fall.

"Th... thank you."
You need to help support the old man; he's in no shape to walk on his own.
"W-would you please grace me with your name?"

[Twinwolf]

Kira would bow, but she is currently supporting the man. "I am Kira. It is a pleasure to meet you, sir."

[My Name is Immaterial]

"This could have been so easy," Nix sighs, as he robs the bandits like he promised.

[Tawa]

Kira would bow, but she is currently supporting the man. "I am Kira. It is a pleasure to meet you, sir."

"W-well met. I am called Brixom Sagart."

"T-tell me... you seem a cleric of some sort. Pray, what god do you f-follow?"

"This could have been so easy," Nix sighs, as he robs the bandits like he promised.

Most of their armor and weaponry seems to have been badly damaged by the fight--much of it was of quite low quality in the first place. However, the incredibly muscular man who the dragonfire adept torched appears to have been some sort of group packmule, with a variety of camping supplies and such strapped to his bulky bags. Though much of it has been torched beyond recognition, an iron safebox contains around forty pounds of silver coins--probably their war fund, or something--and, for some reason, a pair of slippers.

[PrivateNomad]

 "FACE THE AXE OF AXE!"
Tradok slings his axe and stares at Brixom.

[GiglameshDespair]

The tiger bounded over to her companion, licking at her wounds - the horned girl had taken some nasty looking blows, best the tiger had seen... her own injury was barely noticed due to her... enhanced toughness. She left red paw prints from the gore of her enemies as moved.

[Tawa]

"FACE THE AXE OF AXE!"
Tradok slings his axe and stares at Brixom.

You look around, but Brixom is on the other side of town at the moment, and you've never met him besides.

[Dwarmin]

The tiger bounded over to her companion, licking at her wounds - the horned girl had taken some nasty looking blows, best the tiger had seen... her own injury was barely noticed due to her... enhanced toughness. She left red paw prints from the gore of her enemies as moved.

"You're being ridiculous, you walking carpet. I'm barely even dead!" She protested...though not strongly, and she made no move to escape.

[My Name is Immaterial]

"Right, four of us, 40 silver..." Nix murmurs aloud as he glances shrewdly at the other survivors of the raid. The horned girl was a ditz, and he shouldn't have any trouble conning her, and the story should be the same for the orc, but the other woman... he didn't like his odds against her magic if she caught on.
"... Which means ten each." He splits it four ways, and hands a fourth share to the orc, the magicbreather, and Ms. Voice.
+10 sp = 105.52 GP. (For my own reference. I find it's hard to track gold properly.)

He takes a closer look at the slippers. He hadn't expected bandits to carry nightclothes with them. Loot, perhaps?

[PrivateNomad]

Tradok gets on his horse and continues to ride through the town, looking for survivors.

[Dwarmin]

"Hey, you're leaving out Tam. She deserves a share as well."

[My Name is Immaterial]

Nix gives Ms. Voice a condescending look. "And who's going to hold on to it for her? You? I'm not falling for that one."

[Dwarmin]

"She's perfectly capable of holding her own money! I've taught her how money works-she barely rips my arm off when I ask her to make change anymore.

...Though, actually, I will be holding this money for her. Until we can get to a bank."

[My Name is Immaterial]

Nix snorts in derision, and squats in front of Tam. "Is that right? Is it okay if she holds onto your money," he says, in a voice whose patience is running thin.

[GiglameshDespair]

Tam stared deep into Nix's eyes for a moment, before the great head nodded. A growl of agreement rumbled from the tiger's chest.

Losing interest in the arrogant man, she turned her head down and began licking the gore off her claws.