I REALLY hate archers. Even though we had multiple in-setting hints amounting to "heads up!" from the DM, none of us took them seriously, and we ended this morning's session in the most retardedly obvious trap I've ever seen in my life. We had nearly wrapped up a camp of enemy vassals outside this captured fortress before we merrily waltzed into pic related fucking shitshow chasing some page or squire fleeing from the fight. Appended to the pic on the left is the closest visual aid I could get without breaking into my DM's house, just move the drawbridge and moat inside.

I'm Red, a Human Divine Soul Sorcerer. Blue is a Dwarf Champion. Green's an Elf Water Druid, and Purple is a Halfling Assassin, all of us at the 7th level. All of the yellow stars are "Arbalests" which are basically just Archers equipped with chain mail and heavy crossbows. The Arbalests in the towers have three-quarters cover about ~60 ft away from me, and the Arbalests above the gatehouse are in half-cover, about 35 feet from me. The orange star is the BBEG's lieutenant, and is currently under the effects of Sanctuary, gloating at us, all the while. The instant the portcullis behind us (not pictured) went up, I was able to slap the Rogue with invisibility before initiative went out. Fortunately, we won it by a landslide, with every single one of us getting over 18, letting us all go first. Though, not before us retards pushed up into the open on a vulnerable drawbridge 20 feet above the moat.

The Rogue took advantage of the invisibility and used some climbing feature from an item to try and get an angle on one of the arbalests in the tower. I repositioned myself behind the Fighter once he moved up and we stopped right there because the Druid whose turn it was next had to take off for his DMV appointment.

What are our chances, lads? This is pretty damn dire if you ask me. And don't even get me started about the weird ass schedule, it doesn't make sense to any of us, either.