4 against 1. The veteran captain gave an evil little smile and stepped to his right again "Thanks for the offer Kressle, but I don't want to take the only job you're good at!", Jaared said as he
Dice Roll: 1D20+3
d20 Results: 2 (Total = 5)
slashed at the bandit he wounded previously. He cursed as his attack failed to hit it's mark. All his experience knew that getting surrounded was a 'bad thing' so he decided this battle needed to be fought with delaying tactics. Jaared risked the blade of his opponent as he rushed forward to use the wagon to cover one of his flanks.
First things first: 5' step to N6. If I hit the bandit (B4) here's the damage:
Dice Roll: 1D8+1
d8 Results: 3 (Total = 4)
Longsword Damage. The attack was my Standard Action. I taunt Kressle with my Free Action. My Move Action: Diagonal Mvt (cost: 2 sq) to O5, risking the AoO from bandit B4, diagonal move to (cost 1 sq) to P4 using the wagon to cover one of my 'sides'.
AoO for B4:
bandit. But the pain threw off his aim and the bandit was able to avoid it easily.
Willem the Quick
M NG Human Rogue, Level 1, Init +3, HP 6/9, Speed 30 AC 16, Touch 13, Flat-footed 13, Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +0, Base Attack Bonus 0 Rapier (-) +1 (1d6+1, 18-20/x2) Composite Shortbow (STR +1) (-) +3 (1d6+1, x3) MW Studded Leather Armor (+3 Armor, +2 Dex) Abilities Str 13, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 10, Cha 14 Condition None
Although the situation immediately around her isn't looking good, Brunhilde notes that Mallory's disabled half the folks on them in a single shot, while Willem and Jaared are outnumbered more than two to one. The dwarf advances, reloading her crossbow and taking a clean shot at the leader, Kressle, driving a shard of glass into her flesh, though it hardly seems to phase the brutish woman.
5' step to D15. Reload. Kressle is just barely in my crossbow's 80' range increment, so I shoot her, forgoing my buckler's +1 to AC in order to remove its attack penalty. AC currently 19.
Brunhilde Thundercry
F LG Dwarf Gunslinger (Gun Tank), Level 1, Init +3, HP 12/12, DR 0, Speed 20' AC 20, Touch 13, Flat-footed 17, Fort +4, Ref +5, Will +3, Base Attack Bonus 1, Action Points +1 Misfire 1-2, touch attack Musket (Powder + Bullet) +3 (1d12, x4) Light Crossbow (Bolt) +3 (1d8, 19-20) Possibly cold iron Throwing Axe (Self) +4 (+1 melee) (1d6, x2) Scale Mail + Armored Kilt, (-1 attack penalty on two-handed weapons if used; can be forgone) Buckler (+6 Armor, +1 Shield, +3 Dex) Abilities Str 10, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 14, Wis 16, Cha 6 Condition Grit: 3
+1 attack/damage within 30'
+1 will v mind-affecting
No speed penalties from armor/encumbrance
+4 AC v giants
+2 metal/stone-related craft/profession
+1 AB v orcs/goblins
+2 saves v spells/spell-likes/poison
+4 CMD v bull rush & trip
+2 Perception for stonework, auto-check in 10'
swings at the bandit, hoping to help the druid. His weapon connects solidly with the man's head, caving in the right side of his face. The man collapses to the ground, already unconscious and surely dying.
Denayth Garess
Male LN Human Cleric (Cloistered Cleric), Level 1, Init +1, HP 9/9, Speed 40 ft. AC 14, Touch 11, Flat-footed 13, Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +6, Base Attack Bonus 0 37 Light Crossbow (x20) +1 (1d8, 19-20/x2) 12 Heavy Mace +0 (1d8, x2) 25 Studded Leather (+3 Armor, +1 Dex) Abilities Str 10, Dex 12, Con 13, Int 14, Wis 16, Cha 14 Condition None
Jarili grunted as the Bandits weapon struck him but felt no further pain. A moment he breathed a small sigh of relief when the same bandit fell, no longer a threat. He loaded another bullet into his sling and took aim. He took no pleasure in violence, but even he had to be proud of the strike. The stone bullet manage to hit the bandit square in the nose, a cloud of blood spraying through the air.
Mallory smiled at the effectiveness of her magic, how she (at least for the moment) handily dispatched more bandits than any of her allies. As the horses ran scared and she lost her cover, the thunderstone went off; the burst of sound doubly effective to her sensitive ears.
She yelped and screamed, deaf to her own pain. In her anger, she whirled on the one who threw the stone and fired wildly; her shot went wide. She backpedaled towards her own allies, yelling and cursing the entire way.
"Shoot the ones I didn't hit!" she said dumbly.
Mal's crippled for an hour. Fvcking Thunderstones.