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Luc's taunt garners more attention than he expected, as both Bandits strike at his emotional outburst. Striking for 3 points apiece, they cause a total of 6 damage to Luc, before Vincent annihilates BS3, and the rest of the party does the same to BS1 in a massive team attack. Kail's spell goes uncast, as the combat comes to an end.

Petra heals Luc for 10 points.
Vincent Regenerates 4 points.

Scum1: 0/15
Scum2: 0/15

Kail: 30/30
Vincent: 19/40
Luc: 24/25
Petra: 30/30

Party Pool
AP: 7
MP: 3

As you search the remains, you discover two longswords and a sorceror's amulet.

Master Morty looks at you expectantly, as he climb out from underneath his wagon. "Well, that seemed a bit much. It's as if they are gauging your strength, bit by bit. Testing your limits, so to speak. I certainly hope there aren't many more of them. So far you've bested, what, eighteen of them? How many more could there possibly be?" A worried expression, crosses his face, as he looks away in contemplation.

Kail takes the items and stores them the wagon with the rest that had been gather so far. He figures he’ll sell them once he got through the pass and split the money between his comrades. Kail once again sighs and looks at Master Morty. He then looks at his other team mates and notices Luc sneak off to the privacy of a wagon. Apparently he didn’t want to talk. Kail would have to save his questioning for another time. “I don’t know the answer to that question Master Morty. There numbers seem to be endless. Regardless, we will get through this. If we continue working together we will continue overcome whatever obstacle they throw at us. We will get through this passage and I’ll do my best to make sure we all get through it alive.”

Vincent leans against the makeshift barrier, breathing hard from the physical exertion as much as his wounds. He looks to Petra all the same and smiles as best he can, "Don't worry, I've been in worse shape before..." A dark look casts over his face, "I felt it, you know. You tried to heal me, but the sword...it has never reacted like that before. It seemed almost angry at me for even allowing it." He smiles again, this one a little warmer. "As they say, it's the thought that counts. Thank you, Petra, your attempt has touched my heart." He bows to her before he turns and limps to the wagon, ignoring his wounds. When he reaches it, he falls down heavily beside Luc to rest his aching head and bleading arm.

((Okay, this sounds bad and I have a lot of respect for Master of Gladiators, but his posts are quiet far apart...unproductive roleplay anyone?))

((This post is assuming that nothing happens after the battle that the DM wants. If there is then I will just change this post.))

Vincent sits in the back of the uncomfortable wagon, his wounds healing much slower than he would have liked. He keeps thinking back to Petra's attempted heal. What was that really?...Could it be jealousy...pride maybe? I wish I knew more about this sword. Not thinking, Vincent speaks aloud as he stares into the eyes of the demonic blade, "What are your secrets? Why did you choose me?...More importantly, what are you doing to me." Since when... He thinks to himself again, did I ever enjoy to kill like that?

((Next week, we have reflexive fire training from 1745-2000 at night xp . Which means that I will be doing very little, if any, posting Monday thru Saturday next week. I'll still due my best to post at least once every night. Still, some roleplay, even without the DM (aka-character development) would be highly appreciated. Thanks to you all whether you agree or not! biggrin ))

Deep in thought Luc doesn't even realise Vincent sitting next to him. When he does he looks over at the sword petruding from his arm. "Does it hurt?" Luc asks in a meloncholy voice. "You know, you were pretty strong out there. That sword may be what gets us through this." Luc shifts his position against the wagon's wall and wonder's when they'll depart.

As the day burns on, the wagon train once again begins to move. Master Morty sits furtively, as if expecting the worst at any moment. The bandits were worse than he expected, much worse. Still, with the current crew working to protect them, things were going fairly well. No serious injuries, and no losses. With any luck, the odds would continue in their favor...

Shortly after Morty's thoughtful interlude, the party spots several figures running at break neck speed towards the wagons. 3 Bandit Scum and 2 Bandit Warriors charge forward, their intent clearly obvious. Glancing to the left and right, you see a Bandit Sorceror in each direction, distantly so. It seems there will be no parley this time...

(3) Bandit Scum
A: 2, D: 2, C: 2 (1d6), M: 0, L: 3 (15), E: 0, Action: Taunt

(2) Bandit Warrior (Lieutenant)
A: 2(5), D: 2, C: 4 (1d12), M: 0, L: 4 (20), E: 3( Long sword), Action: Taunt, Smash

(2) Bandit Sorceror (Lieutenant)
A: 0, D: 2, C: 0, M: 2(5), L: 4(20), E: 3(Sorceror's Amulet), Ability: Skilled Caster, Spell: Energy Burst

The 3 Bandit Scum will individually Attack 3 of the Drivers.
The Bandit Warriors will both Attack/Smash Petra.
The Bandit Sorcerors will each Attack a Wagon.

The two Sorceror's are a full move away from physical retaliation, in opposite directions. Using anything other than distance based attack requires a full round to reach either of them. Distance based attacks are subject to common sense interpretation and effective roleplay.

You may post your attacks, I will do my best to respond by Saturday Evening.

Vincent's eyes cloud over darkly as he jumps from the wagon and charges headlong at the scum. He doesn't even think as he rips into the first bandit scum, then rams his sword to the hilt in the scums stomach, splattering gore everywhere twisted .

((Attack for 16 damage on bandit scum 1, followed by a smash for another 16 damage to finish him off for a total 32 damage.))

((Okay, there seems to me to be a misunderstanding of my words. What I meant was not that you, Master of Gladiators, are unproductive in your DMing, and in fact I enjoy your style rather greatly! 'Unproductive roleplay' is a term that my DnD buddies and myself use to descibe that when a DM is too busy or can't post, as is the case here soon enough, then the players go about with character development. Nothing that really furthers the immeadiate storyline, but is still entertaining in its own way. AKA- 'Unproductive Roleplay'. So, once again: if there was any misunderstanding I formally apologize in front of all present for not choosing my words more carefully and potentially insulting Master of Gladiators. To Master of Gladiators, I'm sorry for my words.))

Okay, okay, enough already. Apology accepted, and thanks for the comments. Now let's get back to killing things.

And you might want to edit your stun action for the scum, Vincent. They aren't using any actions that would be affected....