Pitiful Bandits - RPLOG

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Date

6/2/476

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Rogna stands waiting with two burly looking stallions, all three clad in heavy armor and carrying an assortment of swords and heavy weaponry. The hippo speaks to them and gestures over to the horizon, saying something that the two nod in agreement with before he adjusts his cape and points out the edge of the mountains and a treeline. They seem to be planning an attack.

An armadillo in a spiny suit of scale mail shows up, responding to the call for able-bodied warriors. The bladed battle-gloves he has at his sides suggest he's no stranger to action. And to top it off, he's got that tough shell. "Haa... I made it!" he pants, waving a hand to Rogna and a couple of stallions. "Whew! It's- it's good to get out of the lab."

says Walden.

Rogna turns to greet the newcomer and laughs. "My it's been a while, good to see you." he says before noticing the panting. "Are you feeling alright? I'd hate to see you put out of commission due to poor health, are you sure you're up for this?" he asks politely, looking Walden over witih a smile.

Akasha walking up toward Rogna and Walden, gives a curtsey, "Good day My Lord," she says to Rogna, "And, whom do I have the pleasure of meeting this fine day?" she says over to Walden. She is clad in her work leathers, hair tied up, staff in hand and ready for what may come. She looks to Walden, "Are you alright? Need some assistance?" She offers, quickly thinking though math and medicane for what might give something as simple as a pick me up or something more serious if needed. While she waits for Walden's answer though she looks to Rogna, "What are we expecting My Lord? Do we have anything for info? Numbers, terrain?"

Walden hmmphs and shrugs his shoulders with a big grin. "Nah, nothin' a big guy like me can't handle," he says cheerfully. "There's a lot of muscle in this body too, y'know. I just haven't been out and about like this in... in a while. But I'll be fine. And Rogna, been a while! Good to see you too," he says with a little chuckle.

Rogna smiles and greets Akasha. "Hello there, it's always nice to have the aid of a mage. I trust you are both well enough to take on this challenge? There are reported dozens of bandits, perhaps more than fourty, they promised the poor and starving refuge in exchange for their hands in their crimes. I must say that while this is saddening, it cannot be allowed to go on. They have an encampment being set up beyond the treelines, in a sheltered area enclosed by mountains. It will be difficult to assault head on, we must play it smart. We will need a brief distraction or a bit of stealth to get behind their lines before we eliminate who we can. As their numbers dwindle it will be safer to fight more openly."

Akasha thinks a moment, "Well, a distraction is easy enough to create distractions, My Lord, but I must admit stealth isn't one of my stronger suits." And she thinks for a moment, "Awful that anyone would do such a thing." She knew these were trying times, and she wondered at what crimes, either way, they would need stopping. "Oh? If you are sure Walden." She says then looks back to Rogna, "So, what is your plan My Lord? Given all that?"

Walden scratches his head nervously as he hears about the size of the crowd, and then about the general plan. "...Ahhh. Stealth. That's... that's sort of the opposite of what I can do," the heavy armadillo claims. He looks at Akasha and says, "You're a mage? Good at distractions? Then that might be our best bet. I'm, hmmm... I punch bad guys and apply first aid to good guys."

The hippo points to the mountains again. "We'll never be able to climb down any closer than we are wearing all this heavy armor, so that severely limits our options. I would like you, as a mage to make your way up there, and create a fire, or cause a rockslide, that would force them to divert their attention so that we can safely make our way in. From there we'll swiftly swoon whoever notices us and make our way carefully to a better position in the encampment, where we will regroup and lay into them."

Akasha looks to Walden then back over to Rogna, "Ok, easy enough my Lord." And she sets out up toward the mountain pointed out by Rogna. As she goes she thinks of the best way to make the distraction as grand as she can. Once up at the top she does some quick math, moving about the rocks, then, sending them all sliding down toward the bandit's encampment.

Walden merely remains quiet and ready, waiting for signals and further instructions from their fearless leader. The corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk, though. He seems to like earth powers. He slips on his cesti in anticipation.

Surprisingly the Hippo and one of the guards have the best luck masking their presence, Akasha barely making it away from prying eyes after her fit of earth magic and the armadillo and second soldier being noticed immediately, the two guards who remained at what looks to be a soon front gate raising their crossbows. The arrows don't scratch the two's armor, but as they reload the party is soon upon them. Rogna and the more stealthy guard have no problems engaging and quickly silencing one of the two, leaving the other guard to rather sloppily swing, his mace being ducked under by the remaining guard, who drops his crossbow and begins to pull a knife.

Akasha after concealing herself is quick to make a crouched run back over toward Rogna. Along the way, making sure to add a bit more to her distraction to keep them occupied.

Walden rushes in with his comrades, simply shrugging off the arrow as if it were a gnat. This is what Shelled Folk do. With those bladed cesti in hand, he's eager to engage the bandits, and it looks like he gets his chance as the guardsman whiffs. With the remaining bandit possibly focused on the guardsman, he lunges in with a fierce hook to the bandit's head.

The punch staggers the Bandit, the blades certainly not helping him retain his fighting spirit. He looks to start calling out for help before Rogna grabs his throat and silences him, pushing him against he wall with enough force to make him pass out. One of the soliders slits his throat, Rogna offering only a grim nod, knowing that if he were to get up their lives would be in even more danger. He waves his comrades onward, behind one of the constructed buildings and allows everyone to regroup. None of the group are directly spotted but one of the guards makes a little too much noise and a few bandits break off to investigate.

Akasha takes a moment to do up some more earth math, this time to get some protection in case things go wrong. She isn't quiet able to extend it to everyone but manages to get herself, Walden, and Rogna with some armor made from the local rock. She then turns to watch carefully what is going to happen next.

Walden looks very appreciative as he feels the familiar, comfortable embrace of the earth fortifying his armor and flesh. He always did like that spell. In the interests of being quiet though, he remains behind the building his group hides at, and he stands ready to try to punch out whoever's coming around that corner.

As the group is buffered by magical might, Rogna lowly says "As they approach us, silence them and drag them back here, we can't have our position given away just yet." The four guards approach slowly, their weapons at half read, looking around every corner.

Akasha nods to Rogna and prepares a quiet a bit of Air Math for when they arrive, but there is something a bit... off about it. A slight taint of something not as wholesome as the Creators. After she is done, she holds it, waiting for them to draw closer. She continues to watch Rogna, and whispers very gently, "By your signal My Lord." then proceedes to draw out as much of the air form each of the four bandits' lungs as she can.