The Mountains

The Professor cursed his carelessness. Foolish gnome, he thought to himself.

"Well of course he can carry his weapon," The Professor said, trying to think on his feet. "We are travelling through what some would call dangerous territory don't you know, you boys should be careful. I can easily unshackle him should I need him to defend us....or should he wish to partake in a duel. Always dueling, this one, I tell you! What will your new owners think, lizard?"

"Good work, keep challenging for a duel," The Professor muttered quietly in draconic to Skyro.

"Alas," The Professor continued to the bandits, deliberately exaggerating the sound of gold coins clinking together in the sack. "Whilst I would like to relieve myself of the sheer weight of this sack of gold, I don't think it belongs to you my good fellow. But I am a betting man, if Boraicho here can best this lizard creature then perhaps I could hand it over and continue on my way? At least it would be one less mouth to feed for me. Win-win I guess."

An Arrow shoots out and hits the dirt at Vortrins feet. Looking above he sees an archer directly above him taking a warning shot.

"How about we just beat you senseless, take your gold and belongings, and dump your bodies into the bay when were done with you. Hell, for as much trouble as you have been following simple demands maybe a club to the side of your heads will do you well" both Boraicho and the man unsheath their weapons. Elijah gulps and takes a slight step back.

The three magic missiles strike with Ferocity and precision, hitting in the chest and throat of the Bandit Leader. Shocked, his eyes go wide and he crumples to the ground dead. As this happens, a thick cloud of fog accumulates over the entire arch, leaving the archer there blinded unable to see. He attempts to scramble out of the thick fog but cannot see.

Within halves of seconds, Cato's shot rings out from his crossbow and hits one of the archers flush in the back who cries out in pain, and begins to swivel around. It is then Asterions hex is placed upon him and a bell rings in the air. In what can be described as ugly the skin of the archer begins to dissipate and leave only bone, and the curse that was placed on that archer has now spread to his friend, who witnesses the bubbling demise of his friend and begins to panic and pull up his bow.

Elijah runs towards Boraicho, with fear in his eyes slightly and attempts to slash across Boraicho. The strike though is undisciplined and Boraicho is easily able to parry it.

Barbera comes down and cleaves right into Boraicho's chest, causing him to also tumble onto the ground and begin to bleed out in shock (hes dead).




The rest of the bandits start to waver a little bit. Seeing their muscle die in moments has taken quite a toll on them. Steadfastedly, they prepare their crossbows and both archers on the left side take a shot, one aiming for Vortrin, and one aiming for Skyro.

The archer on the right, while heavily frightened and under the hex, takes a shot at Cato, which clips into your shoulder, dealing 5 damage (whose in partial cover).

Finally the last archer will try to stumble out of the fog cloud, clutching onto rock and staying low to try and maintain balance and direction