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Tristan blinked. "Talk about vicious. Though I guess I hadn't truly considered how much damage these bandits have truely done. Do you think there is any way for them to redeem themselves? If they choose not to repent, I can always lead them back to the rest of the group, where we'll mete out justice right and true. And thank you. Only a timely sewing on and healing allowed me to retain my cheek without permanent detriment."

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"I don't know if they're beyond redemption, but I do know that not one of them would hesitate to 'convert' to save their neck, and then, when we're sleeping, slit our throats. Most of them are dogs that have done little more with their lives than prey on the innocent, raping and killing whenever they could. They're kind is everywhere, and they're barely fit for burial."

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The two outriggers meandered down the steaming water. Dujek and Tristan were engaged in quiet but intense conversation, debating the merits of bandit redemption. Vee and Aerex peeled their eyes into every nook and cranny of the hazy cavern. Moruz was nervous but somewhat impatient. Aethelstan felt a sense of dread, but kept a strong countenance on his stolid face. Talia was silent, doubting silently the merits of the companions plan. Kadarin was nervous. These people had saved his lives, but he didn’t really know them, he thought, and now the group was making their way back to the bandit camp. If nothing else, he hoped that he could at least find his stolen spellbook and escape once more alive.

“This priest is abrasive. I like not the smell of this one, master. He cannot “feel” the weave of magic all around him, and so he prays to his god for absolution and a sense of belonging. If anything, he should pay homage to the Lizard King, should he not master?"

"He would make a worthy zombie servant though, don’t you think?”

‘It is so nice and warm and wet here. I find myself feeling happy. I think I will go for a run. Care to join me, master?”

The lizard squirmed out of Dujek’s pocket, and eyed the hazy water, opening and closing his little toothless maw.

--The companions were floating and paddling on the eerie water for about fifteen minutes now. Suddenly through the steam and mist Vee and Aerex spotted what appeared to be a landing. The steaming, subterranean lake lapped at the edges of a cut-stone “beach” to one side of the river cavern. Drawing closer, the companions could see piles of fishbones, several crossbow bolts, empty ale casks and a few moldy burlap sacks scattered on the floor of the landing, signs indicating that numerous groups had used this grotto as a campsite of sorts. The first canoe bumped the stony shore. The second one neared as well.

The Plumed Basilisk suddenly took off, skimming across the steaming surface of the water with his spindly hind legs, heading further down the passage, past the stone landing.

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"{OPTIONAL EXPLETIVE}" Without thinking Dujek took off after him, taking a couple of quick steps across the water and onto the dock. Running down the dock for a couple more steps he finally saw his familar, holding onto one of the pillars, laughing at him.

What? You think that's funny lizard? If I get shot for this, you know who's going to pay the price?

Crawling up the dock and back to Dujek the lizard responded, Why, you would master. Mmm, I'm hungry, got any grasshoppers?

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"Get the hells back here!" Aerex hissed. His eyes darted through the pitch black, looking for the glint of steel or any sign of movement. That damnable reptile is going to get us all killed, he thought darkly. Bow still drawn, he cautiously stepped outside of the canoe and onto the rocky beach.

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Tristan glared at the unknown necromancer running across the water and shook his head. Magic was a powerful force that Trigu had created, but certainly this magician was not one of the faithful. He should not be using magic without proper reverence for his Creator; Tristan himself doubted that he would ever try to learn the secrets of the arcane. The Divine was mystery enough to fill many lifetimes, with a better long-term gain too.

"Get back here! You'll give us away, then no-one will get the chance to convert." he hissed, half at the man, half at the Plumed Basilisk. "So help me, there's eternal souls at stake here!"

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“I could have just joined a troupe of the commedia,” reflected Aethelstan ruefully as he pulled the small boat up onto the shore. Taking his torch back, he paused to pull a fresh torch from his satchel and exchange it for the nearly burnt-out stub of its predecessor.

Thinking of the torch made him wonder how soon their plan to surprise the brigands would be for naught. “Time flees from us, and will not be caught if it ‘scapes!” he observed quietly. “We had best move with expedition. I all amazed am that no guardian awaited us!” he whispered. “Were I posted as sentry, ‘tis sure I would have lurked nigh here, ready to strike any foe whilst they debarked their boats. Wherefore are they not here?”

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"Why are you so certain they're not?" Talia whispered. She didn't like this. It was beginning to smell of a trap to her, and right now, they were in a very bad position. Once out of the boat, she stayed as low to the ground as she could. She also wished that the man who'd joined them, Kadarin, hadn't drug the ablino boy with them. This could get ugly really quick, and they were going to have enough to worry about without protecting civilians. The boy hadn't wanted to come, she was sure of it. Of course, if that thrice-d**ned wizard didn't stop playing with his little lizard, protecting anyone might soon become a moot point.

(Hide and move silently, of course, and spot and listen checks please, specifically looking for anyone who might be hiding. Besides us. )

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Vee slid out of the boat, eyes alert and staying to the dark places to better hide in case there were people hiding that they had not seen. He looked skyward to see how much longer the darkness would be covering them. This sort of tension made his stomach twist in knots, which made it worse bcause not so long ago there was a very nasty hole through said knotted stomach.

(OOC - Perception roll, listen check, Hide in Shadows)

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Climbing out of the canoe, Kadarin thought for a moment, then picked up one of the oars and carried it along with him.
He reached out and helped the Mute get out of canoe.

It may come in handy Truth be known, he always preferred walking with something.

He noticed the others peering into the darkness intently and began looking around carefully. Remembering what he had heard happened earlier by the pit, he made a point of looking Up at the cavern roof. Perhaps another of those odd hood-creatures lay in wait.

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Though he seemed somewhat concerned about the fact the lizard and mage fled into what may have been a trap, Moruz was inwardly just pleased that they had reached solid ground once more. The glass shifter stood and made his way off the boat, lifted his Ouzala at the ready, he, too, studied the area briefly for any hostile movement, and also scoured the ground they were on both for tripwires such as the ones before the lake, and to see if there was anything of possible value amongst the bolts, ale casks and sacks.

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Tristan followed after the Glass Warrior, searching for traps and useful items himself. Four eyes were better than two after all. Hopefully they would get to the main encampment soon enough, though the lack of the expected guards was rather disturbing.

(OOC: Search and Move Silently checks. Searching for traps and items of use)

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The companions quickly searched the stone landing. Nerves were on edge. There were no guards where surely guards should be.

--Moruz, Aerex, Tristan, and Vee all searched, peered and prodded. Kadarin, oar clenched in his hands was nervously staring at the rough-hewn cavern ceiling, lost as it was in the steam and darkness.Talia and Aethelstan brooded, and Dujek was berating his lizard.

The moldy burlap sacks held smoked fish, mushy and stinking from the steam. Of the casks, one was empty and one was nearly so. No matter how they scoured the “beachhead” nothing could be found worth an elf’s spittle.

The time had come for decisions. Another fifteen minutes downstream, and the outriggers would emerge from a cave near the Laurel Forest. According to Ollie, the bandit encampment was right there!

--Vee and Aerex contemplated separately and silently for a moment. Should the pair go forth from here alone, or should the whole band “sail on”?

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"If the posted sentries saw us, they hightailed it back to camp. Anyone see any signs where someone could have been waiting? "

Looking at the Inspector "Where would you have stood gaurd?"

"If there were gaurds, it will take em a bit to rouse the camp, especially if they've been celebrating. Whatever we do needs to be quick!"

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"There would have been a guard right here on the beach head, and one further back," Aerex thought aloud, pointing. "Not sure why no one's here. Either they're drunk, it's a fluke, or it's a trap. We may as well assume the worst."

He poked one of the moist fish sacks with his boot. "I say Vee and I go forward first. We should be able to stay undercover for a while, get a lay of the camp, then make it back here. Or we could come up with a signal, though it'd have to be something you can see from a while away."

Aerex snapped his fingers suddenly. "Hey, what about your pet, Dujek? We could bring him along and he could tell you when it's time to come."

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"While we are on the water, we cannot do much to stop any sentries from spotting us and raising the alarm before we get in crossbow range. Vee has dressed himself In the dead bandit's garbs. Perhaps it would be wise if he were to go first alone - if there are any bandits at the main shore, he may be able to convince them to leave, but if two boats filled with people came, they would certainly raise the alarm. We could perhaps follow on the second boat five minutes after Vee has left; that should give the man plenty of time to remove any lookouts that may spot us while we cannot act." Moruz offered a slight shrug to the group, resting the back of his Ouzala against his shoulder. "If Vee cannot sweet-talk or otherwise dispatch lookouts in five minutes, he probably can't do it at all; at least if he's out of excuses we won't be far behind to offer aid, or at least a distraction."

The Glass Shifter nudged the nearly-empty flagon of ale curiously. Perhaps Vee could fill that up with the water from the stream; if there WERE guards ahead, and they demanded a reason as to why he was here, Vee could say he had booze to take to the party...

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After some debate among the companions (and many insults from the lizard, silently expressed to Dujek, directed at the others) it was at last it decided. Aerex and Vee disguised in bandit rags and grime would continue downstream to the bandit camp. Dujek’s foul reptile would accompany them. The obnoxious plumed basilisk, climbed arrogantly into their outrigger, and bade his master goodbye.

“If they get me killed master, you’ll die” was the familiar’s last kind thought directed at Dujek.

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The trio and the irascible lizard paddled silently through the steam and fog. Dujek had to come. This way the lizard could describe the scene to Dujek telepathically. He would serve as backup as well, while the two rogues explored the camp, once the familiar deemed it wise to do so.

Soon, they noticed the waters seemed to cool a bit, and the waterway began to take the appearance of an ordinary underground stream. As the mists began to clear, they could see a large cave mouth ahead. It was still dark outside, but as Vee and Aerex both noted, it was now an hour or so before dawn! A time when even insomniacs sleep. Perhaps they would have some luck on their side after all. At last!

The lizard suddenly sprung from the boat and skimmed across the water and out of the cave opening. Aerex, Vee and Dujek maneuvered the boat to a sidewall of the cavern approximately forty yards from the opening, and idled, awaiting the lizard’s return. They could not hear any sound or spot anyone from their position.

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Moruz waited silently on the small midway island whilst Talia, Kadarin, Tristan and Aethelstan made the occasional small-talk. For about ten minutes the glass shifter peered the cavern before them, and upriver from whence they came. Nothing stirred.
After fifteen minutes passed, Moruz stood from a semi-crouched position on the edge of the isle, then walked over to the second boat, "We've given them ample time; lets begin." Moruz carefully moved himself back onto that raft, holding the sides for added support, then glanced back to the group once more to see if they were following - the longer they waited, the more time there was for things to go wrong ahead.

((OOC: Unless there is objection from one of the others, I imagine the second group would pile in the vessel and begin their journey downstream towards the camp. They'll be about fifteen minutes behind the scouts.))

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“Let us tarry no longer. We may pause near the cavern entrance if our allies are still covert, nearby should they find themselves imperiled. To the boat! We should strike ere first light!” stated the impatient crusader.

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OOC: YANKED!!

While the three fellows were talking over the map about how to attack the bandit camp they heard the sound of paddles in the water coming towards them. Grabbing the map and diving behind a bush Dujek watched the boat come out of the entrance, and after seeing it was just the others in it. Whistling to the group Dujek walked back out and went to help pull their boat in.

"We've got a map."

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"Good." Talia got out, and looked around. "Let's get this over with."

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Tristan held up a hand to Talia. "Haste makes waste. I'd rather not have unnecessary death on my hands. I'm sure we can find some peacable way to get past or subdue the guards. Perhaps we should analyse this map and review what will happen where."

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"If it means that much to you to take them alive, then I can try and send them into slumber by magic.
Spirits willing, they would be out long enough to be disarmed and bound.

But if I do it then, I will not be able to as much in the main camp."

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Tristan blinked at the young mage. "As I recall, don't you require a spellbook of some kind, or did I mishear you talking about such earlier?" The Triguian cleric made a note to himself to look into this matter further. Sooner or later he would encounter a magic user on the other side of the equation, and he wanted all the advantage he could get.

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Talia glanced at the priest. "I don't suppose you heard. I mean to see every single one of these bandits dead. If there's any you want to keep alive for whatever reason, you'd best get to them before I do." She wanted to get this underway; the longer they delayed, the more could go wrong.

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Inaction breeding anxiety Vee climbed into the first of the canoes. The sooner they were under way, the sooner events would sort themselves out. 'You could just go back to Nimz...' that irritating voice of reason whispered in the back of his head. He couldn't, not when he had come this far, this was no time to turn yellow and run. He had almost died twice already, and he didn't know if he should feel charmed or if he was pushing his luck.

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"You did not mishear, Tristan. Without my spellbooks I cannot renew my spells. The bandits took me before I could use magic, and had me bound so that I could not cast. However, I still hold spells I studied earlier, and a sleeping enchantment is one of these.

And a sleeping foe can be as easily slain as bound - if the time comes, I'll leave that choice to others. I care naught either way."

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"Then I'd better move fast," Aerex said to Talia. "I plan to bring Jervoe in alive, if not Mingo and the illusionist as well. The bounty for us would be better, and we'd probably get more work from the fame. Besides," he said as he plucked his bow string, "They'll probably be executed anyway. May as well profit on the inevitable." He paused for a moment. "Oh, and I'd like to bring in that kid horsethief, too. And get Moruz's circlet back in the process."

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Moruz snorted pointedly at Aerex's suggestion of bringing the 'kid horsethief' in alive, but he said nothing of it. Instead he moved to the Canoe which Vee was in. "Time to move, if we are to take advantage of the darkness." The glass shifter turned his gaze to the skies - it seemed it had stopped raining, and he could see the occasional star behind gaps in the clouds above - he guessed there could be only about ten minutes more before dawn struck.
Moruz was anxious to see Percy again - he wanted to have a nice talk with him. His hold tightened on the grip of his Ouzala.

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“Push that malodorous priest Dujek. Just give him one shove, and we will be rid of him.”

The boats slipped through the water once more, silently cutting the near still current. The river was fifty feet across here, but the companions paddled not far from the northern shore.

It was not yet first light, but nature’s hints were already present. A low cold, but insubstantial mist rolled along both banks, and like wisps of smoke on the water.

For a few moments each member of the raiding party was quiet. Adrenalin was rushing through many a vein. Adrenalin was keeping them awake in fact, at this most hallowed hour. Many a limb ached and many an eye was half-closed, but they knew that now was the perfect time to enact their plan.

Following the dramatic snake-like bend in the river, the companions approached the northern bank and beached their canoes. From here, according to Vee’s and Aerex’s calculations (based on the information earlier provided by Ollie, Dujek’s familiar and their own eyes) it would be a quick jog, a few hundred yards to where the first pair of guards would be standing vigil…or so they had hoped. Their tactics were based on this information.

Disembarking, Vee and Aerex slipped away from the shore and into the night, first heading north a considerable distance before turning and heading parallel to the river once more. They dared not even whisper now, but they both knew the plan. They would head around and come up on the guards from the direction of the bandit camp.

As they neared, they realized that sound did not carry well in the fog. They could simply ‘take them out’, both rogues thought involuntarily and simultaneously, as they crouched and peered toward the water. And there they were! Two thin, scrawny looking men, their backs now to Aerex and Vee, a mere thirty feet away, and a scant ten yards from the water’s edge. Crossbows lazily drawn, knives at their belts. Pausing briefly, Aerex and Vee caught snippets of conversation.

“I don’t like it Pickles. Somethin’ weird. Where are those two with that milk-skinned mute, and where is the next shift? They should have been here an hour ago to relieve us.”

“I don’t like you, Gren, and if truth be known I would give me’ left nut to be paired with anyone else besides you!”

“Take it easy Pickles. You’re just hungry and cranky. Here, have some more mead, it packs a pleasant wallop.”

“I wont be drinking no mead from some underground tomb of some ol’ halfling den, Gren.”

“What are ya afraid of? Halfling curses? That’s just some gibberish Mingo be peddling, to save more of it for Jervoe and hisself! Here! Drink some! You’ll never have the coin to buy yur own mead in a tavern anyway, mind you. This here is your best chance to try the honey-dew!”

“Shut up. I’m tired. Where the hell is everybody tonight?”

“I told ya pickles! I don’t like it. Somethin’s weird. Well, another half hour to morning, and then we’ll see what we will see.”

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Aerex glanced at Vee and the two exchanged a knowing nod. The constable drew his dagger and slowly crept forward. He soon found himself a scant yard from the two guards. Hoping Vee was behind him in the fog, Aerex suddenly reached for the man's mouth with his left hand while thrusting his dagger toward the jugular with his right.

(ooc: Move Silently and Backstab checks. I'm assuming Vee is on board and doing the same with the other guard. If not... well, I reckon that might be bad. :wink:)

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Effortlessly, Aerex sliced the throat of the one called Gren, ear to hairy ear. The man gently slumped to his knees and then collapsed face first with a gurgling whimper, into the damp earth.

Vee had little trouble with Pickles. He dispatched him as quickly and quietly as Aerex had the other bandit.

The companions froze and listened, peering south across the river, through the gloom, knowing that across fifty feet of gentle current were two more guards. Twenty long seconds they stood motionless, but could not hear any sound nor see any sign of anyone. Suddenly, the two heard a terrible scream from the distant north. A single, shrill, echo of a terrifying scream. Then again…silence.

Two crossbows, two thick hunting knives, and a half-drained cask of what Gren called “halfling’s mead” lay on the ground. There was also a bullseye lantern, which stood on the ground unlit, as well as some cheese rinds and bread crusts scattered about. One of the men, Pickles, had a weird necklace of coins, twelve silver and three gold pieces in all, on a thin leather strap.

A frog leapt from the bank into the water and away from the two coldblooded assassins.

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Meanwhile several hundred yards upstream the companions sat and waited crouching in the tall reeds near the bend in the river.

--Moruz was on edge, keen eyes peering through the pre-dawn fog, his right hand clutching the ouzala tightly.

--Kadarin repeated the words of arcana in his head. He had to make sure his spells would work, despite the lack of tome and component.

--Dujek listened to his familiar. The creature was explaining the finer points of water-walking to its master. Dujek wasn’t really listening however, instead picturing intestines crawling out of bandit corpses, and attacking their fellows.

--Talia was grim. She was ready to exact her retribution, and the endless waiting was an anathema to her mood.

--Tristan prayed silently. He had momentarily ceased admonishing the companions for their ignoble ways, and had now closed his eyes, whispering psalms of Trigu as he knelt.

--Aethelstan paced and brooded. He went over everything he had learned of the bandits in his mind, and the rudimentary “plan” the companions had concocted. He felt like a shepherd of a flock, and by Andur! he was determined to see his comrades survive whatever deadly encounter they would face, if it were within his power to do so.

--Aethelstan smelled it first, the stench of wet dog. It was Talia who spotted the first gnoll however. Appearing in the pre-dawn mist, coming from the south were a dozen or so of the creatures (it was hard to tell in the fog and the dark), each one not much unlike Red Hatchet’s vile companion. The gnolls seemed in a great hurry, and only now noticed the companions. The beasts paused forty feet away, and Kadarin’s blood went cold as he heard the quiet, guttural yelps of confusion radiate from the group. Moruz surveyed their weaponry, as he was practically wont to do. Several flails, several curved long axes, several barbed spears (!), and a few studded clubs. Two of the larger, red-furred flinds carried their weird tripartite chain-rods. One gnoll carried a banner, a huge iron spike of the Gray Impaler Tribe! Moruz noticed something else, and Talia caught it too. The gnolls weren’t advancing on them purposely! At least they weren’t yet. It seemed instead that the gnolls were escaping something, and were headed to the river. Fear almost radiated from them at first, the whites of their bestial eyes, wide open. The companions stood with their backs to the water. The gnolls leered and whooped from thirty feet away, their grisly forms now apparent in the fog. Both groups were equally surprised at encountering the other.

Suddenly, and perhaps predictably, the gnolls and flinds charged, snouts bared back, weapons drawn, blood-red gums glistening. They seemed almost berserk as they loped along disturbingly, coming like a destructive force of nature upon the companions.

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Talia snapped her fans open and ran towards the gnolls. She was sick of waiting, and they'd lost the element of surprise any way. She might as well do some good. The mist would interfere with aiming a throw properly, and she'd rather have both weapons available. She came in low and fast, aiming a slash at the closest gnoll. If it hit right, she'd probably cut the thing wide open. On some level, she knew she was doing something foolish. It would be much better to get high and behind them, but there was no time. She had to work with what she had, and if she had to go down, by the ancestors, she'd take some with her.

(ATTAAAAAAAAAAAACK!)

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Moruz spent a moment weighing up his options, but his thoughts soon dried as Talia began charging towards the group. Sighing faintly, Moruz followed suit, but before meeting with the group of Gnolls, he reached into his second leather pouch, snatched the last of his broken glass shards, and flung them violently at the ground before the creatures - the boots of the party should be able to protect against the shards, but the barefooted gnolls will find the field of glass slightly more difficult to traverse. Spear-head at point, the glass shifter flung himself headlong into battle.

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Leaving the man formerly known as pickles in the dew strewn bank of the river, Vee started back towards where the others were waiting. The sound of the gnolls, he couldn't mistake that high pitched whine, the sussuration of syllabyls that to them were words, ideas. He wondered a moment how they recorded their language, or if they even could. If they could have, would anyone be able to make sense of it? Such things whirled oddly through his had as the spare crossbow slapped against his back. He had his $%@#ing action crossbow raised as he headed back towards the others.

'Aerex had better be right behind me...' Vee thought as he closed the distance between him and his companions. He knew the dollor powder he carried could be important and he wanted to make sure that if things went bad, as he expected that they would, he might be able to repay the favor shown to him when he had been so greviously wounded.

(insert round one of combat, Vee closing distance, continue to next verse in round two as discussed Mr. DM)

Vee drew up as he saw the hulking shapes of the gnolls, not real details, but he could see their sihlouettes, their breath billowing through the diphaneous sheets of fog. He kneeled into a proper shooters position and raised the crossbow up to eye level. No shooting from the hip now, not when it could be the difference between life for one of his newly acquainted friends and an ignomous deat. He paused a heartbeart, seeking for the moment of clarity, that cold moment of lucidity when he would be able to see the path of the crossbow bolt.

The string would snap, the bolt launched. It would cut a fast, flat arc through the air, dropping perhaps about a foot before reaching it's target, the point would hone in on one of the mangy beasts, puncture through its skin, tear into tense and heaving muscle. It the shot was good perhaps a vital hit to an organ, a puncture of the lung, a disruption of the heart.

(OOC - Vee will sacrifice his initiate for turn 2 of combat, acting last so that he can effectly aim his weapon before firing. He will shoot the most immediatly threatening gnoll or flind, and if none stand out, such as gnoll overbearing a toppled comrade, he will shoot for the closest gnoll or flind to him)

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Aerex moved swiftly through the dense fog right behind Vee. The alien grunts and bellows were undoubtedly gnolls, and they were undoubtedly after the rest of the posse comitatus. Seven hells, he thought grimly. A dozen gnolls is not what we need right now. But the gnolls continued on just the same.

As Vee prepared his crossbow, Aerex reached for his own missle weapon. But for his eyes, the fog was too dense to ensure any proper aiming. This would require closer combat, unfortunately. He could, however, still get the jump on them. He drew his rapier and swiftly snuck forward, the fog enveloping him like a shadowy cloak. When one of the gnolls was close enough, he lunged.

(ooc: Move Silently and Backstab checks, please.)

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Kadarin began quietly chanting the words to his sleep spell - if there was ever a time for it, now already seemed to be one. So many of the beasts!

Careful with the timing.. wait for it...

Watching Tali and Moruz charge the gnolls, he carefully targeted the gnolls bunching up to meet the two warriors, careful to avoid catching them with the spell.
Completing his spell, he tossed a handful of dried rosepetals towards the slavering beasts!

I wonder how well Gnolls swim?

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Aethelstan whirled to face the foul dog-men as they loped out of the mist toward the party. It was clear that the vicious creatures would be on them before they had time to form a credible skirmish line. Grimly, he drew his mace from its leathern ring on his cord belt and prepared to face their charge.

As his allies flung themselves into battle, he could see that Moruz had thrown down a handful of the glass shards that filled his pack, directly in the path of the charging gnolls. That should sow disorder among the foes that face that flank, he thought, but what may be done to secure the other? “Ward the mages!” he shouted, as he saw Talia recklessly engaging the frenzied creatures.

“Andur guard the right!” he cried as he rushed to intercept the charging foe.