Chapter 1: The Adventure Begins

Charun tries to be calm and friendly

Also stepping forward, Sherry feels the exciting tingle of possible violence up in the air. Bandits robbing some poor shmuck on the road. But with people like Leif around not for long, that's for sure. Maybe there is something to be done about a little blood less spilled?

The mapbach girl tosses her billowing cloak in an impressive gesture over her shoulder, revealing her well-equipped swordbelt. "Hey Malandros!" she greets them in Thieves' Cant. "Let me tell you: This is not a good day for some gnbenen." Letting a telling gaze fall left an right of her Sherry continues in a overly amiable, extremely sweet way that may have certain folks pick up their ears: "My fraynd are nit bakant far zeyer breythartsikeyt. You vest beser geyn."

Sugar-sweet she continues to smile, before giving a mock salute: "Travel savely!"

Leif approached cautiously. Every part of him was screaming "rush in and rescue a fellow in need of help!" Certainly, that's what all the heroes do in his favorite plays, but when it came to it, discretion is the better part of valor, that's the quote that popped in his head. He couldn't even remember which play it was from, must be one of those forgettable ones, but with his nerves fritzing and his heart thundering, the words rang more true to him than all those other bravado plays he recalled.

As Charun and Sherry talked to the bandits, Leif put away his bow. It was good for hunting game, but these bandits looked like they meant business. He recalled that day he was left for dead, and a quiet rage simmered inside him, but all he did was take out one of his sickle instead, and picked at his fingernails with it, putting on the bored non-threatening persona.

The bandits look at each other as they are spoken to then at the vulpin in the back.

toll. she says to her men. Never leaving her relaxed position.

They then turn back to the group smiling...

you heard her...2gp each plus the merchant and we leave

Charun is incensed at the bandit tactics but would rather not risk their mission or the merchant. Turning he looks to look at Sherry as she seems to be more familiar with how to handle this.

Hurin moves a little forward to E4 and tries to appeal solely to the mapachs, hoping some may share his faith.

This is no way to live. Do you not feel the tension and hear the whispers? The warnings of danger? Leave this person to our care and be on your way.

Leif looked to Charun. He was the biggest of them, or more importantly, the most armored, but the luna looked over to Sherry instead of engaging them. These bandits were tolling them after they’d beaten some poor merchant! Caution can rightly take a back seat.

Sherry might speak their cant, but Leif carried the only currency that paid off bullies, and they’re minted in steel. He swiftly stepped to the nearest bandit, unhooking his second sickle as he did so. He slashed with the first sickle, then followed through with the momentum and attacked with the other. Strike first, strike last, that was a mantra he could get behind.

Charun is a bit surprised at the sudden attack. Taking down coolant is good and all but so is street and diplomacy. Aww well, it was a boring conversation anyway...

As Leif does, what Sherry had tried to avert, starting a bloodbath between humblefolk, the young woman sighs frustrated and draws her scimitars.

Eyeing the fellow mapbachs infront of her for a long moment, she offers in Mapbach with brutal honesty: "This is your last chance. Flee and or go back to the mud."

Hurin will walk forward to E5. He reachs into his cloak for small vial of water while mouthing the words of a prayer. His eyes flash a deep purple as he casts the water into the air. A brief silence follows filled only with whispers before the sound of battle returns. @Psybermagi,@grifter730,@soises all get an extra 1d4 added to attack rolls and saving throws.