Tebati |
To some extent, that's going to depend on whether Kieran knows where to start looking.
Tebati shrugs. "Until Kieran has found evidence -- or is safely out of her rooms if he finds nothing. As long as the halfling is at the cider stall, you need do nothing but watch and wait; only if she is leaving to go back to the inn do you need to detain her."
Besides our scout and our distraction, who else do we need involved? Back-up for Qhude and a lookout inside the inn for Kieran? Maybe Ansha for the latter so she can try to Beguile anyone who might approach?
Qhude |
Qhude nods and responds with measure "Very well... I will do as I can... and promise to not be first to draw blood" looking deathly serious for a pair of heartbeats before chuckling and smirking at one edge of his mouth.
When bidden, Qhude stands tall and struts his way towards Bellis' cider stand putting on a scowling visage.
Kieran Markavien |
"Is it just me or is Qhude developing a sense of humor? Maybe I am rubbing off on him," Kieran says softly to Tebati once the Bas'o has started walking away from them.
"So," he then says in a normal voice as he turns to Ansha, "shall we? I am sure we have forgotten something at the inn of some moderate importance to us that we simply cannot do without."
Ansha Saeralyan |
"I do believe you are right--I think it involves a change of clothes, even," she replies, a crooked smile forming on her lips as she motions with a tilt of her head toward the Maw. Before she starts to head off toward the inn, she remarks to Jakob and N'bellocq, "May I suggest that you two find something constructive with which to occupy yourselves? Maybe another distraction, away from the inn?"
DM Alexander Kilcoyne |
N'bellocq quickly lost himself seeking the monkey seller amongst the stalls, but alas he did not find him. Instead, he noticed Thenjiwee in the crowd, and the Mwangi soldier saw him too and made a beeline for him. Nodding in greeting with easy familiarity, the man quietly told him a little of what they had been doing as they spoke; they had been stationed within the small Sargavan military base to the south and Albert had been drilling them furiously until today. The conversation turned a little sombre as he said-
Actually N'bellocq, the soldiers were troubled... Their commander has been hearing rumours of Girallons making forays into Sargava; damned gorilla-people. They've never taken much interest in this nation before, but we'd never survive fighting on yet another front. You know, if this mission is as important as Grand Custodian Utilinus seems to think, maybe its some kind of weapon or long-lost artefact we're finding for him? What do you think?
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Bellis Mara turned around from serving a tray of cider to find a scowling Qhude stood by her stall, watching her. The gray-eyed Halfling gritted her teeth with a scowl that matched his own and swiftly found another tray of drinks with which to busy herself.
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Wandering the crowded festival streets with little purpose, Jakob happened to find himself in front of the town's prison, on the outskirts of the crowds. Mitabu was speaking quietly to the guard posted outside the front door, gesturing for the man to follow him. The last time Jakob had seen him was a little while ago, helping to supervise the archery competitions.
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Ansha and Kieran found the main floor of the Maw to be a bustling nest of activity. They found few, if any, eyes upon them as they moved through the crowds and to the upper level. When it seemed they had a chance to do so quietly, they inspected the Halfling's door and sturdy lock
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
The lock on the door was of good quality and it took Kieran several attempts with his picks for it to finally yield; he noted that it would be reasonably obvious that there had been a break-in in Bellis' chambers, given that he had no means to re-lock it.
Stepping inside, the pair found themselves in a generously sized office room- with ledgers, desks, writing tools and parchment scattered across several tables. Bellis Mara clearly did not believe in organised business. A second, unlocked door, appeared to lead to her personal chambers.
Kieran Markavien |
"Perhaps we should deliberately make a mess to make it look as though someone got in looking for valuables, someone who broke the lock rather than having the skill to pick it," Kieran offers speaking in a low voice as he starts looking around, starting with the desks before moving on to any other containers and working his way around the room. As he busies himself, he makes it a point to look for not-so-obvious places to hide something, such as hidden compartments or drawers with false bottoms. "Maybe even take some of the aforementioned valuables to make it more realistic?"
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
DM Alexander Kilcoyne |
Mitabu looks less than happy to see you though the flash of irritation was quickly concealed.
Jakob... Greetings. What brings you here, paying a visit to Tabansi are you? the Mauxi man asked softly. As the guard responded Mitabu interrupted him- Actually, I was just relieving him. I tire of the festivities. Perhaps you could take my man here for a drink of cider?
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Qhude noted, likely with some amusement, that a couple of the town guards were watching him with barely concealed wariness. With some whispering and pointing, one of them left your vicinity, heading west further into the town.
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Kieran mostly found mundane documentation in his search; although he noted that Bellis kept an extremely detailed guest ledger as well as tracking the tabs of the locals with ruthless efficiency, down to the last copper. Finding a false bottom in one of Mara's desk drawers however, he struck gold- literally. Bellis' shares of the ranch sat underneath a small fortune in gold pieces, alongside a single folded note.
Jakob Mulle |
Sense motive. Using divination. 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29.
Jakob's smile broadens. "A capitol idea, Mr. Mitabu. A capitol idea. In fact I will do it one better. If our friend here can stand duty for a few more minutes... Oh I am sorry I missed your name. I am Jakob Mulle." Jakob extends his hand to the guard.
<insert any conversation with guard here>
To Mitabu: "As I said perhaps we should visit Tabansi. I expect he could do with some cider as well. After-all Festival day is for everyone, even those held in custody."
DM Alexander Kilcoyne |
The guard was a no-nonsense colonial man of middling years, who introduced himself as Solangus with a sturdy hand shake. He looked a little worried at the implication of Jakob offering adjustments to Mitabu's will.
Mitabu looked at Jakob and arched an eyebrow.
Is it the custom to treat the accused to a fine day where you come from, Mr. Mulle? I suppose it can't do any harm...
Ansha Saeralyan |
Ansha leads Kieran up the stairs to the second floor. She halts and keeps an eye down the length of the hallway as Kieran picks the locks to Bellis' room. She follows after the half-elf into the room, but only a few steps in, as she shuts the door and remains vigilant about any noises outside the room.
"Perhaps we should deliberately make a mess to make it look as though someone got in looking for valuables, someone who broke the lock rather than having the skill to pick it," Kieran offers speaking in a low voice as he starts looking around, starting with the desks before moving on to any other containers and working his way around the room. As he busies himself, he makes it a point to look for not-so-obvious places to hide something, such as hidden compartments or drawers with false bottoms. "Maybe even take some of the aforementioned valuables to make it more realistic?"
"Only if you're planning on ditching them as soon as possible--I'd hate to have this traced back to us after that business with Ntisi's ring and Tabansi," Ansha remarks. "But it sounds like a better idea than leaving all of the valuables untouched."
She glances over her shoulder at Kieran, an amused half-smile crossing her lips. The two former smugglers' foray into respectability sure hadn't lasted long.
Qhude |
Qhude noted, likely with some amusement, that a couple of the town guards were watching him with barely concealed wariness. With some whispering and pointing, one of them left your vicinity, heading west further into the town.
Noting the departure warily and despite his earlier banter... not really looking forward to what was likely to come, Qhude sighed and began to step forward. He draws up to one of the serving stations and speaks over-loud so as to ensure Bellis herself hears "How much is a glass?"
Kieran Markavien |
"Not that many valuables lying around," the half-elf remarks, "and I doubt a simple down-on-his-luck burglar would have the skill to find this little hiding place..."
"Oh, if only I were a right and proper thief," Kieran quips with a smile as he unfolds the note. "Now, what have we here?"
Jakob Mulle |
Mitabu moved to enter the building and then turned, inclining his head up thoughtfully as he did so.
Your right of course, Jakob. I can't leave my post after Solangus left, so would you do the kindness of fetching us a plate of food and drink? he asked, expectantly.
"Of course, anything to help out. Let's just pop in and see what the prisoner would like. You know what they say about prison food after all..."
Jakob walks into the jail.
DM Alexander Kilcoyne |
Qhude found that, in fact, the cider was provided free of charge. Bellis completely ignored his request but one of her serving girls; not one he had seen her before, put a tankard into his hands with a polite smile. Watching nearby, Tebati was approached by Unwe who inclined her head to her slightly, smiling wryly.
Is he about to cause a riot? she asked, her mouth smiling but her eyes looking worried.
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Kieran read the note. It was in neat, small script.
Bellis, do not try my patience. We are too invested in this for a change of heart now. I have explained time and time again- the ranches profits will more than double if we pull this off, and my cousin will finally have the rug pulled out from under her. Mwangi ranchers from Eleder will do the same work for a fifth of the wages and with Tabansi out of the picture and Rutilus on the Council instead, we'll easily have the majority on any decision we care to. Mindra's ethics are admirable, but her business acumen will drive this ranch into the ground at the rate things are going. I'm sure you cannot hope to retire in the fashion you have become accustomed to on the money you make off the Maw alone?
The adventurers my cousin has hired seem to be keen on investigating Council members; I can't make our usual rendezvous this week. Its best we aren't seen with each other, or with the Elf. It won't be long now; everything will fall into place on Archersfeast, i've seen to it. I'm sure Mindra's new pets will investigate with a vengeance, but my contact within the caravan assures me they will have to leave in a little over a week. Nothing leads back to us; just keep your wits about you.
I've sent this with Wintrish and I assume you have the good sense to dispose of it once you have read it... Don't get any smart ideas.
Is N'bellocq still with us?
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1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
1d20 ⇒ 19
The inside of the prison was quite humble; although it was made mostly of stone rather than the wood used in the majority of the town's buildings. Tabansi was sat inside a wooden prison, with enough room to move around a little inside as well as a blanket. He was sat against the cross-sectioned wooden wall of his cell and looked utterly miserable.
Tabansi Mitabu addressed him gravely. Jakob has kindly offered to fetch you some food and drink for Archersfeast and I have permitted this.
Tabansi shrugged unemotionally.... I suppose some cider wouldn't be so bad right now... he mumbled after a long pause.
You have a feeling of foreboding about leaving Tabansi alone with Mitabu for long. The Mauxi warrior seems especially grim to you and very impatient for you to leave... And you have a malign feeling about his initial intentions to dismiss the guard.
Qhude |
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Qhude keeps a steady gaze upon Bellis while giving the serving girl a slight nod of thanks. With purposeful intent he takes the mug to his mouth and sips at the cider. Despite of and irrespective of it's taste Qhude grimaces as though the drink was sour and had gone bad. Spitting what remained of the drink to one side, he keeps his eyes on Bellis as he extends his arm and both slowly and deliberately pours the cider out of the tankard and onto the ground.
Without taking his eyes off of Bellis, he speaks in a clear but emotionless voice "That cider had spoiled... another." and proffers the tankard to be be refilled by the serving girl.
DM Alexander Kilcoyne |
1d20 + 2 - 5 ⇒ (6) + 2 - 5 = 3
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 6 - 4 = 17
Bellis gritted her teeth as she tried not to take notice of the Bas'o. As the serving girl poured another for him with an embarrassed apology for the first bottle, something in her gave. She moved right over to Qhude, her eyes blazing, and spoke quietly to him, near-spitting out the words up at his chin.
Don't think I don't know what your doing! I will not be intimidated or antagonized by you!
Despite Bellis' small size, her barely restrained anger reminded Qhude of a lion about to pounce... There was steel in her hostile gaze.
Bellis made a successful intimidate check, Qhude is now shaken for one round :D.
Tebati |
Watching nearby, Tebati was approached by Unwe who inclined her head to her slightly, smiling wryly.
Is he about to cause a riot? she asked, her mouth smiling but her eyes looking worried.
"Only if necessary," Tebati returns a smile with similar undertones. "All is not well in Freehold, and Kieran is... investigating. Qhude's job is to keep Bellis Mara's attention focused here. Perhaps you could help? Take him into custody for disturbing the peace of the civic festival? At this point, I am not sure I trust Freehold's authorities if he were to fall into their hands."
DM Alexander Kilcoyne |
Unwe nodded slowly, speaking quietly now she had joined the conspiracy.
Alright... I understand. I'll have him dragged away under the pretence of taking him to the soldier's fort to the south, if it becomes necessary.
Unwe winced as Qhude successfully got a rise out of Bellis.
Looks like it will be... she said, shaking her head but suppressing a slight smile.
Qhude |
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Heh - darned static modifiers for being intimidated :P
The pause below is for one 'round' to allow the shaken effect to lapse.
Though the ferocity of the little one washes over Qhude and leaves the Bas'o surprised to find his blood rising in his chest and fingers gripping the new tankard overtight inside his closed fist... he breathes for a few seconds as he keeps a steady gaze downwards unto the halfling matron. Re-settling within his composure, Qhude squats before Bellis, bringing the tankard to inbetween their faces that lie only inches apart.
He closes his eyes a moment and inhales deeply through his nose, letting the aroma of the cider wash over and through him before taking another sip. This time he swallows the sip, but his forced grimace again betrays his opinion of the brew. Very slowly and with dead eyes affixed upon Bellis he extends his arm to the side and pours out the second tankard of cider. An emotionless voice calls to the serving girl "This has gone bad as well... another."
With that he stands and looks at the serving girl, extending the second spent tankard towards her over the fuming Bellis' head. He appears calm, and in control of what actions he takes... but Tebati and Unwe most likely see an expression on his face that he wears in the prelude of combat. There is a dam of emotion being constrained within the Bas'o... and time will tell if the levees hold or break...
N'bellocq |
Actually N'bellocq, the soldiers were troubled... Their commander has been hearing rumours of Girallons making forays into Sargava; damned gorilla-people. They've never taken much interest in this nation before, but we'd never survive fighting on yet another front. You know, if this mission is as important as Grand Custodian Utilinus seems to think, maybe its some kind of weapon or long-lost artefact we're finding for him? What do you think?
"The gorilla-people....heard of them on the River, but never seen one. And I've seen a lot of weird things on the river, but never a talking gorilla. Always just thought those were stories. Just like what I've heard about this expedition. Some kind of pyramid or ruin is waiting for us. Some soldiers got themselves in over their heads. The Custodian thinks an unusual group like us, has a better chance than a squad of guards. But I never heard what we were supposed to find there, jewels I have been thinking."
Ansha Saeralyan |
In Bellis' Room at the Maw
Ansha glances over her shoulder as Kieran unfolds the note, wandering over to read over his shoulder. After reading it, she remains silent for several moments. Staring into space, she finally glances at Kieran, an almost hurt look in her eyes. "Maybe there's another elf around here," she murmurs despairingly.
Jakob Mulle |
"So this is a fine kettle of fish my friend. We get our ribs cracked dealing with your scaled assassin and you go and get a stolen ring planted on you." Jacob says smiling.
"This would all be laughable if it were not so serious. But take heart, you have friends, and we are working tirelessly to find out what really happened and get you out of here."
Jakob pauses and looks around the jail, how is the cell secured? Key lock, bar and bolt? Is there anything of interest in here? Can the exit door be secured from the inside?
Jakob will then launch into a long, detailed, and rather funny retelling of the Dino hunt. He downplays the horror and brutality and plays up the comedy-of-errors. Jakob steals bits from other stories and histories creating a romantic triangle subplot between Ansha, Kerian and Tebati conplete with fae magic and cross-dressing. At least he will try. No performance skill but high Cha and diplomacy skill with kn.History/ Nobility to mine for material. Basically Jakob is here for the duration.
DM Alexander Kilcoyne |
Bellis hissed at the serving girl before she could offer another apology or beverage-
Do not waste any more of your time, or our wares, on this brute.
She walked away, heading towards the Maw.
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Thenjiwee looked surprised.
Jewels? Hadn't thought of that. Makes sense though, I suppose. Would let Sargava hire enough mercenaries to get things in order. I think Albert is really worried about what might lie ahead, actually. The rumours about this place in the Laughing Jungle have spread to the soldiers here; they say men sent there are sent to die...
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The cell is secured by bolt and lock, made of very hard wood rather than metal. There is a small desk, a rack of weapons and a small panel of keys on the wall.
As Jakob blatantly ignored Mitabu's request the Mauxi looked more and more angry. Half-way through his tale, the guard captain lost his patience. He slowly produced his steel Terbutje- pointing it at Jakob threateningly.
I don't know what game your playing, Jakob, but this is enough. I've been more than indulgent. Leave now or you'll force me to act.
Qhude |
Dropping the empty tankard onto the ground, Qhude does not allow Bellis to leave unhindered. With his longer gait he easily moves to stand directly in the halfling's way. While he does not lay a hand upon the woman, he does make it impossible for her to move without attempting to move through him. "Why do you run, hmm? Will you not answer for the swill you served me... umkhohlisi." leering with real disdain at the one that barred him from the inn. Spitting to the side he hisses quietly "Racist injakazi... " face the picture of provacation, begging Bellis to strike out at him.
umkhohlisi - one who cheats.
injakazi - female dog.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27 - though in this case Qhude is intentionally attempting to lower Bellis' opinion of him so that she might lash out physically at him.
Ansha Saeralyan |
"Well, I think this is all the evidence we need. Grab a handful of valuables and see if you can't plant them on someone when we get downstairs--we should show that note to Mindra post-haste," Ansha says quietly to Kieran, heading for the door. "I'll go make sure the coast is clear."
Kieran Markavien |
"Actually, other than the hidden coins, there are no valuables and we have not made that much of a mess," Kieran offers as he pockets the note. "So, we might as well "tidy up", put the drawer and its false bottom back the way it was and then lock the door behind us. That way none will be the wiser, yes?"
The half-elf rogue busies himself with just that task, taking as much care as he can to put everything back the way he found them and waiting for Ansha to give him the all-clear before exiting the room and taking a moment to lock it behind him.
Ansha Saeralyan |
"Actually, other than the hidden coins, there are no valuables and we have not made that much of a mess," Kieran offers as he pockets the note. "So, we might as well "tidy up", put the drawer and its false bottom back the way it was and then lock the door behind us. That way none will be the wiser, yes?"
"If you say so. Personally, I was hoping to make someone's life more interesting," Ansha replies softly, shutting the door on her way out. Would've been good for a laugh, at least.
N'bellocq |
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"I have always waited to see what the River would reveal around the next bend. It brought me my freedom, my cousin, and a chance in the Games. I have to trust that She did not bring me this far only to snag me on sunken branches. The River will flow...and our caravan will continue. To worry on its destination, is to worry on where the sun sets each night. We know there is danger, that was not hidden from us. The chance to prove oneself against such dangers is what will make us men instead of merely guards and soldiers."
DM Alexander Kilcoyne |
Things began to turn ugly near the cider stall and as Qhude blocked Bellis' way, the town guard that had rushed off returned with two more to back him up. Together with his fellow that was near the stall to begin with as well as various townspeople who got involved on Bellis' behalf, Qhude was swiftly surrounded by people. Bellis extricated herself from the crowd but stood nearby, watching as one of the colonial guards hefted a cudgel threateningly.
I'll not have you disturbing the peace on Archersfeast, Qhude the man said firmly. Apparently Qhude's name was already known to the guardsmen. Your not to bother Miss Mara again; or you will be subdued and imprisoned. Do we have a problem, Bas'o?
Unwe was stood nearby, watching the proceeds with a pained expression upon her face.
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Kieran and Ansha left the Maw without much ado.
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Thenjiwee was clearly not the philosophical type. He grunted a mild agreement and then bade N'bellocq farewell.
Qhude |
As the crowd moves to surround him and the town guard threaten Qhude, the Bas'o blood roils within his veins... but he is able to retain some semblance of control. Figuring that time enough must have been given and there was no way for him to further restrain the halfling matron without forcing the issue with blood, he instead turns to the one with the cudgel.
Stepping forward slowly, but with intent he moves through the crowd to where he stands but inches from the colonial with the weapon. Drawn up to his full height, but with muscles still relaxed the Bas'o cuts an imposing figure despite his lingering injuries from the dance with the ankylosaurus the day prior.
No aggressive action is taken, but Qhude does let his gaze linger on the man while he speaks "Be careful with your uthi umfana... I wouldn't want someone to hurt you with it." before turning to walk purposefully away from the crowd and Bellis both.
uthi - stick
umfana - boy
Jakob Mulle |
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"I don't know what game your playing, Jakob, but this is enough. I've been more than indulgent. Leave now or you'll force me to act."
Jakob appears flustered and turns his back on the cell.
What? Oh dear. I am quite sorry if I have violated any law here. Though I cannot, at the moment, think of what statute I stand in violation of. Though by drawing a weapon in a threatening manner in the presence of Sargavan Noble on Sargavan soil your legal footing might be questioned.(Kn.Nobles/Kn. History to see if such a law exists? 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 add 2 for a total of 26 if Kn. Nobility was used. If no such law then bluff perhaps? 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19)
But we will say nor more about it, the laws on nobility visiting members of the public while the latter are being held on suspicion of a crime are unforgivably complex. I must remember to speak to the Custodian and the General about this issue when I see them again.......
And so on and on and on.
The words flow rapidly and easily from Jackob's tongue. Sowing confusion and perhaps a tiny bit of fear in Mauxi's mind but above all the words waste time.
Vast structures of verbiage fill the tiny jail as the newly minted noble keeps talking and talking. He touches on the egalitarian nature of Freehold and the favor the current administration enjoys with the Custodian. He mentions the sterling service of Tebansi as head rancher and the popularity this service engendered. He evens mentions, as if in passing, the recent successful efforts of himself and his companions to remove a clear and near existential danger to Freehold entire. An action for which the party is currently held in embarrassingly high esteem by the citizenry.
If violence is offing Jakob is going total defense. AC 22 including Total Defense. Oh dear.....
Tebati |
Tebati pushes through the crowd to be nearer Qhude should the situation escalate. She is no Bas'o, but her own blood seems to be near the boiling point as she watches the diminutive innkeeper throw her weight around, her money buying her the very soldiers of the city as personal bodyguards. "How I hope she is guilty," she mutters grimly, her eyes fixed on the halfling. "But either way, we may hope soon to be away from this 'model community' and its many charms."
Ansha Saeralyan |
Kieran in tow, Ansha slips out of the inn and vanishes into one of the side-streets for a moment so as to not make it too obvious where their destination is, then heads for Mindra's estate.
Tebati |
Salgarth and Mindra will be present, probably bickering over something... They are sat over there she gestured towards the center of the large group of tables.
Ansha, if you're looking for Mindra, Ntisi told us both she was at the festival just before you guys went into the Maw.
Ansha Saeralyan |
So she did! That's where Ansha is dragging Kieran then. Darn edit window.
DM Alexander Kilcoyne |
Inside the prison, Mitabu appeared thoroughly unimpressed with Jaob's blathering. Snarling in a manner quite unlike the usually reserved Mauxi, he slashed at Jakob with the Terbutje.
Essentially, round 1 he attacks and Jakob is assuming total defence. We'll pick up from round 2.
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15
1d20 ⇒ 13
Jakob ducked the heavy two-handed slash of Mitabu's steel blade. He could not help but feel that the sword seemed awkward in the man's hand, as though he were not used to handling it. Tabansi cried out in alarm as things turned violent in the small room...
Mitabu VS Jakob
Round 2-
Ordered Initiative-
Jakob: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Mitabu: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Active Effects-
Notes-
Jakob is in melee with Mitabu, who is between him and the door some ten feet away.
Action-
Tossing the steel blade aside, Mitabu instead drew a sharp, smaller sword from a second scabbard on his belt. His renewed attack was far more dangerous and only Jakob's complete focus on the defence prevented him from being cut; his mithril shirt was mildly nicked by the blade instead.
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Jakob Mulle |
"Ah can't handle the big sword?" Jakob says with a condescending smirk. "Good to know ones weaknesses, and ones strengths." Jakob winks.
Casting Ghost sound. Defensive casting to avoid Aoo. 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 DC 15 for a cantrip? Well that is success for anything under 4th level. AC this round 18.
Jakobs eyes loose focus for a moment as he dances a deadly musette with Mitabu. Suddenly the sound of a small crowd shouting in mixed fear and blood-lust erupts from just outside the door.
Sound of 8 folks shouting. Jakob is using the memory of the sound from the stands during the foot race when the demon downed the first runner. That should get some attention.
DM Alexander Kilcoyne |
Round 3-
Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Mitabu showed a brief reaction to the sounds outside but seemed to understand their illusionary nature. He took advantage of Jakob's concentration upon the spell to cut him on the arm where his mithril shirt did not extend to. The Mauxi man smiled grimly as he wounded the newly minted Sargavan noble.
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
1d6 ⇒ 5
Jakob Mulle |
Jakob's life is becoming a Coen brothers film.
With 2 rounds of attention getting noise set up Jakob turns his full attention to avoiding the nut with the knife.
Full defense again AC back to 22
"You know, violence is really only a limited answer. Your long term interests will be far better served through reasoned debate."
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"OW! I see you agree with Qhude in this issue."
Kieran Markavien |
As Kieran and Ansha return to the part of town the festival is taking place, the half-elf looks around and breathes an almost audible sigh of relief that Qhude seems to have provided the necessary distraction without any blood spilled while doing so. Approaching the Bas'o, the rogue smiles, the look in his silver eyes and the brief nod of his head indication that everything went well.
"So," he says casually, "what did we miss?"
N'bellocq |
After his exchange with Thenjiwee, N'bellocq continues to wander the fair. His initial thoughts that Thenjiwee worries overly much are soon lost amidst the sights and smells.
He continues to look for any opportunity to inflame a distraction while keeping himself aware of any other distractions occurring, trying to determine if his companions might be involved.