"A dangerous ploy, without a doubt, but it seems to be our best course of action." Torlief added, shifting his warhammer between his hands in thought.
"Ah.. yes. Guillaume, you are blessed that kind Freyja has graced me with her shield this day, for I pass its blessings on to you."
The cleric shifted his weapon into one hand, and touched the necklace around his neck gently. Invoking a prayer, he called forth the Goddess's will. A small glowing geometric figure appeared on Guillaume's back.
Cast Shield of Faith on Guillaume, +2 AC
"Gimme your pants.. and now your other pants"Guillaume realized through a quick Thor induced vision (featuring him being discovered due to the clanking of his armour, and thus met with a rain of arrows, ending his life in a fashion not unlike noble Boromir of the Southern Men of Westron) that in the future, he should specific that he is sneaking, especially when the true God of this world is a sadist with dice that are crueler still.
With this in mind, Guillaume snuck quietly. He could see the tension in the faces of the bandits as he passed them. At times, they jerked their heads towards him with a creak of his armour or the crushing of a branch, but they would turn just as quickly to dashing woodland critters and beasts in the distance. As he passed, a single archer began to discuss with his comrades, electing to ready the caravan to depart as their was little to win in further bloodshed. He began down, bow at the ready. He was about 30 feet into the clearing of the road while Guillaume was 30 feet from the nearest Archer hiding in cover and as well as 30 feet from the one approaching the caravan, forming an odd triangle. In the next few seconds, he could begin his assault on either, or bide his time and allow another archer to depart and his foes to let down their guard.
Seeing an opportunity, now that one archer was out in the open, and the other two hadn't noticed him, Guillaume closed the distance between himself and the two archers. When he was in smiting range, he lifted his hammer up to give it a divine blessing as the cloak of invisibility wore off.
"EMBRACE THE THUNDER!" Guillaume shouted, dropping Yngvar's head into their midst, and attacking one of the two men with his hammer as it glowed with furious power.
Movement 30 feet
Attack: Hammer. 1d20+5 attack, advantage, 1d8+3 damage
Bonus Action Thunderous Smite, add 2d6 thunder damage to attack, knock target 10 feet back, make it prone
edited 12th Mar '15 7:46:29 PM by nman
The Archer, a lad of 17 odd years, looked at the head with confusion and some sorrow, appearing from seemingly nowhere as a bizarre cry was made.
Seconds later, a strange bolt of ball lightening flew at him, shattering bone and bloodying the poor boy but he stood his ground however narrowly and fired his arrow wide. The lad looked dazed and confused, seemingly disoriented.
"What is it, Dunstan? Are you alright?" A shout came from the other archer, as he followed suit firing his weapon similarly wide.
"I'm fine, Edmund. Cenhelm, take another shot, I'll distact him."
Another shot was taken by the archer as he was approaching the caravan,
"Aelred, Beorthoric, we're under assault! Ready your bows," came the shout from Cenhelm the Bandit.
Seeing battle being met, Katya began her spellcasting from her far away position... calling upon the Eldritch energies that make up the foundation of reality, making knowledge, magic the weir gather together into a power in her hand which shot out as a beam towards one of the bandits by the cart... however, after her attack was sent she cries out "Highwaymen! Bandits of this land, one last choice for you. Either throw down your arms and surrender yourselves to be carried to law or for your attempt on your fellow men have your blood spilled and your lives ended. Whoever casts aside their weapon shall live today!"
In a bit of a daze, Thorkil shoots the nearest bandit.
Move forward 30 feet, then shoot the nearest bandito.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Katja's cries for reason over the battlefield go unheard as her companions charge to join the frey. The plea for unconditional surrender go unheard over the sound of twanging string and steel meeting bone.
Dunstan himself, sustains another blow and cries out in pain (5 damage!). Tears flowing from the young lads eyes, he holds his arm to his deepest wounds.
"No gold is worth this, take to the forests lad, Frithuswith and Rhiwallon will find you," spoke the man named Cenhelm earlier by the eldest bowman, he was 25-ish year old man with brown hair and stubble, who levelled his shot as he fired a bolt at the Paladin, "And when they do, be sure to give them words for their fleeing. We'd be far better off if they'd known illusions for their kind."
Cenhelm's shot only narrowly ricocheted off of Guillaume's armour, knicking his shoulder without drawing blood, though perhaps leaving a slight bruise. He swallowed visibly, as he dropped his bow and drew a club.
With that sign, Dunstan began to flee, opening himself up for an as easy blow from Guillaume who strikes him critically, bypassing his armour but either for the boys agility in flight or from a moment's hesistation striking down a mere lad, he delivers a fairly substantial blow but fails to finish the lad (9 damage!). On the verge of death, Dunstand reloads his bow and utters prayers to Hermod and Forseti as he flees, tears still fresh in his eyes. He flees about 60 feet, passing safely behind Cenhelm.
Katja and Thorkil's both take aim at Beorthoric, by sheer co-incidence. Katja's attack singes his shoulder (3 Damage!), causing the bandit to pause a moment and Thorkil's arrow to fly wide. After this, Beothoric the Bandit continued his charge towards his foe.
However, due to the arrow, Aelred arrives first, swinging a club at Torlief, only for it to fly wide. Beorthoric, burnt and furious delivers a second blow. Distracted by Aelred, Torlief allows the second blow to strike true, ressourcing through his armour and badly bruising his spine (6 damage!). Edmund, the archer, takes another shot Torlief, but it flies wide as he is far more intimidated by the menace near him. Afterwards, he retreats towards Cenhelm in the Woods.
edited 22nd Mar '15 2:02:47 PM by Fauxlosophe
Torlief's eyes darted from one opponent to the next in an attempt to taking everything in at once.
"By Freya!" he called out, heaving his warhammer with both hands. His eyes glowed, and simultaneously the necklace he wore became surrounded in glowing motes of blue light. A spectral warhammer coalesced about a foot away from the bandit Beothoric. The cleric turned towards Aelred, swinging his weapon in a fluid motion.
Simultaneously, he and the spiritual warhammer attacked their opponents.
Bonus Action: Summon Spiritual Warhammer, attack Bandit B for 1d8+6 DMG
Attack: Strike Aelred for 1d8+5 DMG
Thorkil snorted, the scales on his snout shaking a bit. He seemed to be missing quite a lot recently. With an annoyed grunt, he nocked another arrow and let loose at the bandit being attacked by the wraith hammer. He then backed off a bit — no need for the bandits to actually catch up with him.
Thorkil shoots (+4 for 1d6+2 damage) bandit B, then retreats 30 feet.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Guillaume swung down his hammer on Cenhelm, only for it to fly wide. A moment later, he draws back on the confused archer, to strike his arm. (5 damage!)
Cenhelm struck back, swinging a strike that caught Guillaume off guard (8 damage- Max Damage!), the blow stuck him hard enough that Cenhelm swung wide on the second strike, aiming where Guill's head would have been had he not been reeling.
Edmund takes a shot at Guill, only for it to fly just an inch wide of him, slicing his hair. Dunstan erstwhile continued his flight, as he faded slowly from Guillaume's vision into the trees.
Beothoric was struck hard by the Spiritual Hammer, as he had not expected a phantom foe.
"Spirits, Aelred," He shouted, "We mettled with the wrong foes. They bring Hel with them as the witch said."
His eyes watered from the blow and he looked towards his partner, making his pain clear (16 damage!).
As he shouted, Torlief gave a serious blow to Aelred who screamed (9 Damage!)
"You bloody fool," He looked to his partner, "you threw me off my- arggggh"
An Eldritch blast scathed him deeply, burning into his skin. (8 Damage!- Bloodied)
"I'll have your guts for my garters, you bastard priest of Loki's unwanted sire," He shouted as his enraged attacks flew wide, before giving the signal to retreat.
As he fled, Torlief took the chance to strike his foe (OA Triggered! This may be altered via PM); a clean blow, dealt another near deathly blow to his foe. Aelred sputtered as he shambled back thirty feet to take partial cover behind the caravan. (You can tell this character one solid hit from Death).
Beothoric grunted at his partner's rant and signal, as one would to a furious pup. His first blow struck true, wounding the priest critically (14 damage!). The second blow was not as keen but still struck deep (7 damage). The first blow leaves Torlief gasping and dazed, but the second sends him to the cold earth, gasping for breath as his Hammer fades to air and Beothric walks away, warily but at the same time embarrassed to have been so taken aback.
"We want no more trouble with your spirits, or the like, Seithrs," He said, "Leave us to go on our caravan, and you may tend to your wounded so that we may do the same. Go quickly and the bloody drawn today may not cost a life."
edited 7th Apr '15 10:39:22 PM by Fauxlosophe
"Are you so keen on your sin that you would rather see all your companions die around you as your life flees your body through curse and blade than lose the chance to plunder what is not yours and which you have taken from your fellow man? So much do you want to be forsaken from Sacred Halls and fall into the cold nothingness of Hel to torment among the greatest sinners and villains?" says Katya, rising her hand again... causing the eerie, unnatural glow of her Eldritch magic cast fearsome light onto her features... letting such light play with her natural enchantment to disguise her form in order to make her appear more intimidating and wrong "Already the mightiest among your number left this world, another of your number now cowers, knowing he isn't long if this keeps up. If you were to retreat into the woods, knowing now the folly of your sinful ways but unable to own up to it, we wouldn't pursue... but you have the gall and greed to prefer more of your friends to die just for the chance to just make off with this wagon of wood and cloth"
"I tell you again! Drop your weapons and surrender to the justice of man, so you may ask for redemption from your sins or face the cold justice of Hel as your corpse feeds the worms!" Cries out Katya as she prepares her next attack... a mad smile on her face "Now... if we all go down to that court, do you think I fear the trail that awaits me, sinner, bandit, outlaw?"
Ready action, if they don't surrender shoot Eldritch blast, target, the almost dying guy if he rejoins combat, otherwise his impertinent friend demanding to be left with the cart
edited 9th Apr '15 10:49:10 PM by daltar
Aelred laughed hardily and coughed, "Leave your prattling Hel-Priest and leave me go in peace down the road or to Valiant Halls." His laughter turned to hacking.
"You're a student, a traveller or a fool, but whatever dark gods you have," Beothoric said grimly, "The face of Hel does not look well on you."
"Norsark law does not do many of us good by the Sark," He looked over at the chanting warlock, then his wounded companion.
"We'll not take those Seaborn Giant-sons as Lords and Sassenmark will no longer take us for Aethelred's treason to his own people in his peace," Aelred said between coughs, "We're outlaws as neither law would give me what was mine but Váli's and the courts here will do us no mercy."
"Now leave us and tend to your friend," Beothoric interrupted, "We only asked for a little gold but we have been stabbed and left bleeding. Or else send us in battle to the People's field."
edited 9th Apr '15 11:34:31 PM by Fauxlosophe
Thorkil aimed at the coughing bandit, but didn't fire. What good would it do? He'd just proven that his arrows were won't to miss anyway. He made a face, keeping his bow trained on the bandit, but didn't quite do anything else just yet.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Aelred propped himself up against the front of the cart as Beothoric looked over and readied his bow as well.
The silence was broken by Cenhelm's shout as the Paladin's hammer struck him again (5 damage!), his counter attack and his friend's arrow.
Cenhelm pants and paused, "Will you not hold, you stubborn bastard? There's a pause in the frey."
Torlief lay on the ground, drifting in and out of conciousness as he coughed. There was little external blood due to his Foes preferring clubs, none the less, the damage was bad. He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate, pulling himself together somewhat (1 Success)
edited 11th Apr '15 11:10:39 AM by Fauxlosophe
"A pause?" Guill said, daring a glance towards the others. "Very well," he said to the two bandits. "If you drop your arms right now and flee like your young friend just did, I will not pursue you. The brunt of the burden will be on your companions. If you do not, then you will be dealing with my hammer."
Defend
"And the goodly man traveling the road with their cart, what ill have they done you? You would count your misfortunes and cling them to your chest as you bring further pain, suffering and evil into the world" says Katya wholly unconcerned to continue the battle "For your robbery you will get no quarter... Either leave all you have unjustly taken and with your shame run off or you can pay your dues with the blood and life of you and your friends, if you are stubborn enough to continue your struggle for gold and cart. Otherwise, you may surrender and face the justice of man"
Ready action shooting Eldritch Blast at ideal target if they decide to not surrender or flee
"I won't turn to flee without my comrades. You do no seem so inclined either, phantom," Cenhelm replied as he also looked down on the lull in the road, "After all, it sounds as though it is one of your own that is lying in blood."
He turned to Guillaume with a smirk, "Aside from that, I heard the sound of a rattle and crack that follows after a good blow. You've bones in you that I've shaken."
Beothoric looked up, "Neither we nor our kin can live off of berries and leaves, traveller. If these actors flee with their gold and our arms, they will have starved us."
"We must take what they stole our right to earn," Aelred replied, "It is yours who is lying in blood and sweat and I've little doubt that we might take another before you take one of ours."
"I'd sooner they take none," Beothoric repied.
"Myself as well," Aelred grunted as he edged closer to cover himself, "So let us take our toll of gold and depart. We've no need for carts or the blood of travellers. Give us that and we'll depart, but we'll not leave our weapons and bounty so that we might starve slowly in the woods"
"If you'll not hear reason, then take your shot and watch us flee with the cart, our bounty and your friend, dead by bolts as we flee."
edited 11th Apr '15 4:43:24 PM by Fauxlosophe
"Know then that your own death and worse could have been stopped many ways over if not for your stubbornness to banditry and bringing misery into the world. And should you try to escape with cart and cursed, stolen gold know that you are leaving me behind. Leaving me to find you all in the darkness, to weave enchantment and fell curses upon your fate. And the man you struck down and plan to riddle with arrow as you flee with ill gotten gains, away from a battle is a chosen of the Gods, cleric of the faith... no one in the entire pantheon, in the Nine Realms will protect you after his murder. Leave the gold, take your blood stained arms and put them to use felling trees and protecting the faithful. Any other course of action is forsaking any chance at a future for you lot of bandits"

Guillaume thought for a few moments, considering the words and glancing towards the archers. "If I do not, then I take it that we are all at risk. Very well, assuming you are all fine with this course of action, then ensorcellate me and I will do my part."
Paladin consent.