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For the purposes of this Dungeon, yes.

(As the others have said, I could really use an extra CP. Also with how meticulous Kail is with his math and such, I don't believe we should die.)

Luc catches the potion tossed to him, and though he is in great pain from his wounds he feels a sense of peace within him that heals his mind much more than any potion could. As Luc drinks the potion, he feels it sooth his pain.

"Thanks Kail, I'm sure I could have gone without it, but not if we see more of these bandits."

After he realised that he didn't hate bandits as much as he thought, and that his sole purpose was to protect good do-ers, and feeling a rush of energy from the potion, Luc runs over to the wagon to sit and watch the funny little critters do thier work on it.

Vincent, pale and weakened severly from his wounds, looks truly torn. It seems that as his life becomes lower and lower the sword is able to control him more. Finally, after a grimace of pain Vincent is able to grunt out a no. He heads to the wagon and lands heavily upon it, falling asleep almost as soon as he lands.

Master Morty looks at you, a deep sigh rumbling forth. "I'm sorry my boy, but I never touch the stuff. Old habits die hard, and so do I. I appreciate the thought though. Don't you worry about me, my Amulet will keep me fit as a fiddle, at least for awhile. Plenty of enchantment in that hunk o' tin. Blessed by the Holy Mother herself."

The Wagon Train continues it's journey, the tension in the air palpable. The long winding road grows rough, as if no one had traveled it's surface in a very long time. Several hours later, as midday wains, you draw nigh to what appears to be a fortified encampment of some sort. The hustle and bustle of activity is apparent, as if the inhabitants were expecting your arrival. A wide wall, with a tower to each side, and one over the central gate, spans the valley floor. In each tower, the familiar sight of a Bandit Sorceror looms. The gate stands open, as if inviting you to enter it's confines. Being carried through the entrance, a small figure on a raised platform is brought forth, carried by 2 Bandit Scum, and flanked by 2 Bandit Warriors. The small man seated upon the richly appointed seat, appears to be smiling a wretched smile, as if the very sight of your party turns his stomach.

Master Morty gives a start, the spark of recognition apparent in his eyes. "Well, I don't believe my eyes, who would have thought it could have been you..." He states, loud enough to be heard by all. The small man, gives a wretched laugh, obviously enjoying Master Morty's confusion. "It is so good to see you after all this time, Uncle. How glad I am that you could stop by for a visit. And I see you have brought me some gifts. How generous of you, generous indeed. Perhaps it will help repay your reparations owed for the slander upon my good name; slander that you perpetuated!" Morty's nephew raises forward out of his seat upon the last phrase, anger and frustration beaming forth.

"Ahh, Rupert, if only you had more of your mother about you, none of that would have happened. Unfortunately, you take after your thieving father, truth be told. And what happened was a result of you cheating our customers, and arranging for them to be robbed of what you manage to sell even then. No nephew, what happened was justice for your own mistakes, and I forgive you for none of it. I wouldn't have even allowed you the opportunity, if your mother hadn't asked so sweetly. You made the bed you lie in, so learn to sleep in it."

Rupert gets a crafty look in his eye, absorbing everything that Morty said. "How like you, to blame me for everything. Well, as you can see, I'm in charge now. Throw down your weapons, grant me full access to the Wagons, and I will allow everyone but Morty to depart unharmed. You may have noticed that my men are completely loyal to my every wish. If you fail to accept my terms, then we will slay you where you stand. At this, the small man stands, puffing up into a heroic pose. And I will ensure your defeat, for I am Ali Baba the greatest Warrior the world has ever known!"

((That will be fine, its not like we can talk our way out of this anyways. I sort of wish you took the bunnies though. You might not last long this fight.))

Kail was a bit surprised by Vincents outburst. Kail had known him tp be a quiet and stoic man. Quite open if one whished to speak wit him but other wise reticent. He wonder if the sword was beginning to affect him deeper than he thought. Kail turns his attention to the Self proclaimed Ali Baba. His smile made him want to vomit in anger but he kept his cool and spoke to him in the same calm emotionless voice that he had addressed to the rest of the bandits. "I will tell you the same thing I have told every other group you have sent at us so far. These wagons and their good will not be surrendered willingly. You can either step aside or be cut down like the other 33 of you that have come before. Yes, we have been counting."

(I think we've waited long enough; let's end this.)

Rupert bounces down from his palanquin, his face contorted in rage as he begins to hop back and forth in uncontrolled fury. "You dare, you filthy, good-for-nothing sell-sword? Who do you think you are speaking to me, Ali Baba, the greatest Bandit Lord these hills have ever known with such disrespect? Very well then, if you refuse to accept my charitable hospitality, then perhaps you will accept your death at my hands!" The self-proclaimed bandit lord calms himself, gesturing to his men. "Yes, death seems fair. I have been studying your every move, since you entered my valley. I have seen what your capable of, and have learned your predilections in combat. You will not succeed this time I assure you. First and foremost, we eliminate both our greatest threat, and my greatest enemy together in the first round. Goodbye, Uncle. And goodbye to you, wizard. You will not be carrying the day this time, heh, heh, heh..." Rupert continues to chuckle as he pulls several potion bottles from about his person, drinking them all down quickly. A mad light appears in his eyes, as he seems to swell with power.

(2) 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

(3) 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

Ali Baba, the Bandit Lord (Boss)
A: 3 [9], D: 3 [9], C: 4 (1d12), M: 2(3), L: 4 (20), E: 8, Action:Taunt, Retaliate, Guard, Spells: Fighter's Heal, Fighter's Mana Shield, Items: Apprentice's Amulet, Potion of Strength(x2), Potion of Defense(x2), Fire Potion (x2), Endurance Potion (x2), Ring of Regeneration (1)

New Magic Items:

Ring of Regeneration: Equip cost (1), grants regeneration (1)

Ali Baba drinks 6 potions, raising Attack and Defense to 9, and using the Fire Potions for 9 Special Damage to Master Morty, Kail, Vincent, Petra, Luc, and Demetry. (if summoned, otherwise a Driver) In the event of his potential death, he will use his Endurance Potion. He will then Attempt to Attack Master Morty.

The 2 Bandit Scum will Attack Drivers, and use taunt on anyone who uses a Normal Attack, as appropriate.

The 2 Bandit Warriors will attempt to Attack and Smash Master Morty.

The 3 Bandit Sorceror's will cast Energy Burst on Kail. Because of their location within the towers, they require a full round for movement to be considered subject to direct physical attacks.

You may continue when ready.