Southern Comfort IC

[Marlowe]

First thing that happens is that the redcloak boss takes one point of damage (total 6), and, setting a fine figure as a leader, runs to W12. He draws two shortswords as he does so.

Gregor's second javelin thuds into the maroon at R8. She does down.

Q12 redcloak archer takes 1hp damage (total 4) runs to u18, takes a dc 10 heal check.
heal:(1d20)[4]

EDIT:still bleeding

U13 redcloak archer moves to r16, fires at Bethlen
To hit:(1d20+3)[9] damage (1d6)[2]

T11 redcloak archer moves to U9. also fires at Bethlen
To hit:(1d20+2)[13]damage (1d6)[1]

No joy. Bethlen's got a Black Lagoon smile.

Think it's Marn and his badger next, then the redcloak swords.
My mistake: Order now is
Dardiana
Redcloak swordman
Maroons
Everyone else (cause it doesn't really matter)

Also, Horbin needs to roll init.

[Marlowe]

Reposting map with new positions
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[Linguz]

Dardiana climbs a bit higher in the tree, to make sure she's out of their (melee) range. She partially turns around and fires a blast at one of the archers, the closer one.

Attack: (1d20+4)[19]
Damage: (1d6)[2]

[Marlowe]

Dardiana's hit lightly singes the archer at U9, distracting him from passing on some possible useful info to the maroons.

Swordswomen at S14 takes a swing at the badger.
To hit(1d20+2)[11]damage(1d6+1)[2]

Now the Maroons are at a slight disadvantage because they don't know what Bethlen can do. The redcloaks know, having met her on the Fall earlier today, but they haven't been eager to report that she chased them off in some confusion. So the Maroons focus their attention upon the large man on fire running at them.
S9 maroon 5-foots to T10
U8 maroon 5-foots to V8
T8 maroon 5-foots to U7
T10 Maroon says "All right men, chap on fire. Five rounds rapid."
3 arrows at Thorwalt:
To hit:(1d20+2)[10]damage(1d6+1)[5]
To hit:(1d20+2)[21]damage(1d6+1)[5]
To hit:(1d20+3)[5]damage(1d6+1)[2]

[Marlowe]

Thorwalt take a hit, but continues to T8 and uses burning hands on V8, U7, and archer at U9. (Ashes already rolled damage)
reflex saves:DC 14
V8:(1d20+2)[3]
U7:(1d20+2)[15]
U9:(1d20+1)[21]
V8 takes 2 damage!
U7 takes 1 damage!
U9 takes 1 damage! (total 3)

[Marlowe]

((And I hope nobody minds that I'm running all the low-initiative scorers together to save time))

Bethlen moves to T12, where the bundle on the ground is now pretty obviously a human wrapped in an empty packsaddle, just starting to struggle frantically. She makes that odd middle-fingers-together gesture again, but doesn't bother with words.

The swarm of corvids descend on all three remaining maroons, plus the U9 archer.
U9:Damage:(1d6)[2]Fort save:(1d20+3)[5]-bleeding, nauseated, 5 total damage
V8:Damage:(1d6)[5]Fort save:(1d20+2)[8]-bleeding, nauseated, 7 total damage
U7:Damage:(1d6)[3]Fort save:(1d20+2)[19]-bleeding, 4 total damage
T10:Damage:(1d6)[1]Fort save:(1d20+2)[19]-bleeding, 1 total damage

Waiting on Grath, Horbin, Marn (mostly for his badger), and Delphi.

[RaggedAngel]

Delphi darts around the edge of the battle, attempting to keep up a barrage of unpleasantly spiky ordinance without putting herself into the line of fire. She weaves through the trees with practiced ease, and she just pokes out of the treeline to make a rapid attack against one of the outline bandits. The javelin whips out, her aim true and clean, and strikes the man firmly.

Move to O6.
Attack T8 (Unless he's already unconscious or something) with a javelin: (1d20+7)[17]
Damage: (1d4+1)[4] + (1d6)[4]

[Marlowe]

Hit by Delphi's javelin, T8/U7 is down and on -3. And can't stabilise on his own because of the raven bleeding damage.

[mattie_p]

Grath enters into his whirling frenzy rage, screams out, "KORRRRRD!" and charges to U8.

Attacks foes in V8 and U9 with his greataxe once each.

V8: (1d20+8)[23]
damage: (1d12+12)[17]

U9: (1d20+8)[15]
damage: (1d12+12)[23]

EDIT: can't change the die rolls, but forgot to factor in the +2 for charging on both. Might help U9, V8 is probably hit already

[Marlowe]

Uh....they're dead. Dead dead deadski. They are so dead it's not funny. The ravens think it's overkill. There are microscopic pieces of baterial life on doomed planetoids circling the drain round the event horizon of a supermassive black hole currently turning to each other and saying "well, we're dead. But at least we're not as dead as THOSE two.".

[mattie_p]

Grath roars in his bloodlust. "KOOORRRRRD!!! I have sent two gifts to your halls!!! Now, who is next?"

[Corsair420]

All right I had said where I was moving before I forgot which square but you said the badger so I'll just make his rolls. I'll edit this post with Marn's action once I go back and reread what I did last time and look at the map

Full Attack:
Claw 1:(1d20+8)[18]
Damage:(1d2+3)[4]
Claw 2:(1d20+8)[16]
Damage:(1d2+3)[4]
Bite:(1d20+3)[13]
Damage:(1d3+3)[6]

Confirm 1:(1d20+8)[23]
Confirm 2:(1d20+8)[28]
Confirm 3: (1d20+3)[11]

[Marlowe]

Redcloak swordswoman is down. Looking quite foxed and exceedingly badgered.

[Marlowe]

((And that's quite enough time waiting for Horbin))

The fighter charges the only unbloodied foe, the Elven redcloak archer at R16.

Attack:(1d20+6)[12] Damage (2d8+4)[12]

..and actually MISSES. Currently standing at R15.

[Marlowe]

New round:

Redcloak boss takes 1hp damage (total 7) and takes a dc 10 heal check

(1d20+1)[4]

Fails and is still bleeding.

And Gregor's turn.

[u-b]

Gregor rides his dog to Q6 (smaller dogs probably loosely follow) and throws a javelin at T10.

Javelin: (1d20+8)[22] for (1d4+3)[5] (point-blank range)

[Marlowe]

The Marron leader is looking at Grath, and the red ruins of those around him. "Percy!", he shouts in a cracked voice. Then, "You killed my son, you blue bas-". Then Gregor's javelin hit him in the side. He staggers but remains erect, bringing up his bow.((No action, just colour))

Redcloak archers:

U18 takes 1 hp damage (total 5) takes a dc10 heal check to stop bleeding:
(1d20)[1]
Nope

R16 takes a 5-foot step south, to R17, and fires PAST Horbin at Bethlen.
To hit:(1d20+3)[22]damage(1d6)[4]
Bethlen takes the shot in the arm, but there's not nearly as much damage as there should be.

Horbin (now I've found his initiative roll) and Dardiana are up.

[Marlowe]

Updated map as requested
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No more bolding because my internet access is not great and it doubles the amount of time this takes. I am presuming the Marn's badger has left the building.

[stanleyindraven]

Horbin will move to U14 and attack the M in U13.

Attack: (1d20+5)[17]
Damage: (2d8+4)[9]


EDIT: Sorry, got mixed up. make that W13 is where I move and attack b in W12. Thank you U-b for pointing that out.

[Linguz]

Dardiana jumps down from the tree, letting go of it at last, and makes her way to O14 by going through the trees, where she charges up an eldritch blast and throws it at the archer.

Attack: (1d20+4)[22]
Check: (1d20+4)[14]
Damage: (1d6)[3]

[Marlowe]

The redcloak boss, still frantically trying to staunch his wounds, looks up at Horbin and remarks; "I surrendaaaaaarrgh." He doesn't elaborate. For some reason.

The Elven archer is hit by the blast, and calls Dardiana something very rude.

The Maroon leader says;"-tard! Die!", and lets off a shot at Grath.

to hit:(1d20+3)[10] damage (1d6+1)[6]

Hampered by the javelin in his side, and by the bleeding wounds from the ravens, his shot goes wide.

Bethlen produces a sickle from somewhere and slashes open the bundle, then pulls a ginger-haired Human girl out of it in a shameless piece of pieta plagiarism.

((Everybody else now))

[Corsair420]

double move to Q15, about all i can do

[mattie_p]

Grath turns to the man who just attempted to shoot him and shouts, "Another offering for Kord!!"

Grath takes a 5-foot step to T9 and uses his now not-so-new-and-shiny axe to deadly effect on the man dressed in maroon.

Attack 1: (1d20+8)[21]
confirm crit: (1d20+8)[10] (if needed)
damage 1: (1d12+12)[16]

Attack 2: (1d20+8)[23]
confirm crit: (1d20+8)[15] (if needed)
damage 2: (1d12+12)[17]

[Marlowe]

Grath:

You have now reunited the family. In a manner of speaking.

Also, you've been feeling an odd pressure on the haft of the axe since you entered combat. Just thought I'd mention it.

[Marlowe]

Forgot I was doing Thorwald.

The Lokian cleric, cumbered by his heavy armour, can still charge to S16 and attack the archer at R17.

To hit:(1d20+4)[22] damage (1d8+3)[8]

The elf is smashed to the ground.

[Marlowe]

Think that' just Delphi we're waiting on. Only remaining opposition is the bleeding archer at U18.

[RaggedAngel]

Delphi advances towards the archer quickly, calmly, and she whips her final javelin through the air, the bolt traveling with alarming speed and silence.

Move action, 20 feet 'down'.
Attack: (1d20+7)[23]
Damage: (1d4+1)[4] + (1d6)[2]

[Marlowe]

The javelin thunks into the archer's throat with a terminal sound. He collapses.

The sun is descending to the west, filling the sky with redness that should, but in defiance of poetry doesn't quite, match the blood splattered on the white rocks.

Bethlen's black-winged summonings, invocations, sendings, conjurings or whatever they are flutter past her in a shrieking squall, ascending into the sky and scattering. She roughly heaves the ginger-haired girl upright, embraces her, and, with a certain mercurial flash, slaps her across the face. "Where is it?" she growls.

Grath feels the pressure on the haft of his axe recede. And for a moment hears a voice speaking Orcish in his head. "Thank you, friend. You have avenged me with my own steel."

Spike the mule comes wandering out of the trees, looking like he regrets being left behind.

It's been an exciting day.

((And I think we've done enough for a mellow puff:
EXP:
Gregor:400+100 bonus
Delphi:400+100 bonus
Dardiana:400+125 bonus
Grath:400+150 bonus
Marn Ortul: 400+100 bonus (you're collecting clues. Might need to make some connections)
Horbin: 400+75 bonus (sorry, needs to talk more)
Thorwalt: 400+50 bonus (sorry again, this is your sleeping-in penalty

So, search checks? Heal checks if you're feeling insanely nice?

If anyone cares, the redcloaks were standard array warriors with Toughness, except the leader who was Elite array. The Maroons were Elite array Experts with same))

[u-b]

Not sure if the team is in the mood to take prisoners, Gregor immediately began applying his mediocre medical skills to fallen opponents, attempting a time-critical task of keeping some alive, starting with whoever looks more promising in this regard. After all, it's easier to kill a guy after you decide he is of no use than do it other way around.

Spoiler

First aid: (1d20+1)[20] (1d20+1)[7] (1d20+1)[12] (1d20+1)[10] (1d20+1)[16] (1d20+1)[13] etc.

[RaggedAngel]

Delphi glides forward to the bodies, her mouth set in a thin line and her hands moving swiftly, going over and through the belongings of each man on the ground. She is respectful but thorough, and she takes special care to recollect her javelins, cleaning the blood and other fluids off of them by wiping them on the cloaks of the man they struck. She tucks them away on her belt, returning to her slow and steady search of each man. "I'm going to take my time with this, guys," she mutters as she inspects for hidden pockets on a redcloak, "because it would be foolish to rush searching them only to miss something important. Feel free to help if you wish; I can still make mistakes."

Spoiler

She's taking 20 on each man for a 26; might as well do this right the first time.