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I was imagining PBP on here or on Discord. I could try roll20 but I'm not very experienced with it.
The couple left the new arrivals to prepare for battle- Svetlana retreating to the Leveton home and Oleg waiting by the front gate.
Almost directly after our heroes took their places, the sound of hooves could be heard making their way up to the front gate. The party heard a gruff voice yell out loud and clear, “Tax day! Hope you’ve got more than last month’s pitiful excuse for a payment; otherwise, we might make good on our offer to that wife of yours.”
Oleg cleared his throat, opened the gate, and spoke up, playing his part, “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get this on with.”
Four bandits passed through the gate, followed by two horses drawing a wagon. The cloaked man sat astride one of the horses, and looked around as he entered. As soon as he passed the threshold, his eyes caught Kesal.
“AMBUSH!” he cried.
Almost directly after our heroes took their places, the sound of hooves could be heard making their way up to the front gate. The party heard a gruff voice yell out loud and clear, “Tax day! Hope you’ve got more than last month’s pitiful excuse for a payment; otherwise, we might make good on our offer to that wife of yours.”
Oleg cleared his throat, opened the gate, and spoke up, playing his part, “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get this on with.”
Four bandits passed through the gate, followed by two horses drawing a wagon. The cloaked man sat astride one of the horses, and looked around as he entered. As soon as he passed the threshold, his eyes caught Kesal.
“AMBUSH!” he cried.
Oleg nearly jumped out of his skin when Anatoliy entered the trading post, then he realized they weren't a bandit. Or at least not one of the bandits who came to collect. When they came up to introduce themselves, Svetlana's cheeks grew red and she chuckled, "Quite the charmer, aren't you? The pleasure's all mine, Ana. You can call me Svetlana." She took Ana's hand first and shook it.
Oleg raised an eyebrow and paused for a moment, then finally shook their hand. "Medvyed? And you're with this lot? Haw! I suppose King Surtova will be comin' through the gate next!" He laughed at his own joke, but his laughter died quickly when he saw nobody else was joining in. "Anyway, it's as your friend here says, you're party's offered to help with some bandit troubles in exchange for free room and board. That sit alright with you?"
Oleg raised an eyebrow and paused for a moment, then finally shook their hand. "Medvyed? And you're with this lot? Haw! I suppose King Surtova will be comin' through the gate next!" He laughed at his own joke, but his laughter died quickly when he saw nobody else was joining in. "Anyway, it's as your friend here says, you're party's offered to help with some bandit troubles in exchange for free room and board. That sit alright with you?"
Wait for 3-4 more people with a death wish
"Good to know you, Odin," Svetlana says. "I'm afraid there's not much in the way of hiding places here. We have the guest house and the stables, which they usually ignore. They typically load up right here in this open square, so you could, er, flank them from those buildings."
Oleg raises an eyebrow, "Flank em? You have some military history I don't know about? Ah well, in any case, you might be able to push that wagon in front of the gate once they're inside. Of course, that's a two person job at least."
Oleg raises an eyebrow, "Flank em? You have some military history I don't know about? Ah well, in any case, you might be able to push that wagon in front of the gate once they're inside. Of course, that's a two person job at least."
"Well, the first time they extorted us, there were a dozen of 'em," Oleg says, "they seemed to have two leaders among them. A cloaked man armed with one of them fancy composite bows, and this fearsome woman what wielded two hatchets. She threatened to chop my hand off- and nearly did!"
"The next time they came, there were six," Svetlana adds, "and last month, four. Perhaps they're letting their guard down, I don't think they'll be expecting any resistance this time around."
"The next time they came, there were six," Svetlana adds, "and last month, four. Perhaps they're letting their guard down, I don't think they'll be expecting any resistance this time around."
"You're telling me," Oleg says, seeming to relax a little, "I've sent multiple requests for reinforcements, and only recently was told that they would be sent 'soon.' I don't know what the hold up is, seeing as it was Restov what chartered me to repair and run this post in the first place! As to before, we had some protection while we were fixing the place up, but nobody caused any trouble at the time and they returned to Restov when we were finished. Besides, who knew there would be bandits in the ass end of nowhere?"
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Oleg’s face turns into a scowl and he lets out a huff of indignation, it appears he only registered the first couple of words Gascon said. He throws his arms in the air and shouts, “I knew it! I just fuckin’ knew that hunter was full of shit!” He storms off a couple of feet to begin pacing back and forth and mutters curses to himself.
Svetlana, on the other hand, seems to have heard the full response. “I appreciate the offer. You see, these bandits began coming by about three months ago, threatening to burn down the trading post and… kidnap me, if we didn’t pay them all of our earnings for the past month. Of course, we had no choice but to comply, and we immediately sent word to Restov for aid, but it’s never come. They’ve returned twice since then, about an hour after dawn on the first day of each month. As it's the first of the month once again, we expect they’ll be arriving here again to collect their “taxes” in twenty minutes or so. If you don’t mind helping us, we could offer you all free room and board.”
Oleg mutters something about throwing away money, but doesn’t protest. Instead he stops his pacing, crosses his arms, and waits for a response.
Svetlana, on the other hand, seems to have heard the full response. “I appreciate the offer. You see, these bandits began coming by about three months ago, threatening to burn down the trading post and… kidnap me, if we didn’t pay them all of our earnings for the past month. Of course, we had no choice but to comply, and we immediately sent word to Restov for aid, but it’s never come. They’ve returned twice since then, about an hour after dawn on the first day of each month. As it's the first of the month once again, we expect they’ll be arriving here again to collect their “taxes” in twenty minutes or so. If you don’t mind helping us, we could offer you all free room and board.”
Oleg mutters something about throwing away money, but doesn’t protest. Instead he stops his pacing, crosses his arms, and waits for a response.
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