Nevynxxx's CotCT (Inactive)

Game Master Nevynxxx

So Gwen ends her turn in E16, sword in hand, right?

No blasters, no blasters!

Flanking is your friend... from E16 Gwen can provide flanking against T, T1, T2 and L, given the appropriate positioning. Pick your thug, gentlemen!

Rojerick unlimbers his shield and sword as he steps forward, toward the nearest thug. He changes his grip, exposing the flat of the blade to his enemy.

Nonlethal Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 - 4 + 2 = 7
Damage: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

move action to e18, free to draw while moving, standard to attack.

Rojerick's attack seems to have very little effect. Gwen barrels though the group to the nobleman's side. Bordan gives the thug in front of him a solid Glasgow Kiss, making the man reel back, but remain standing.

With the action turning violent, the leader snaps out of his fascination.

T strikes back at Bordan atk: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 DMG: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
T1 strikes back at Roj atk: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 DMG: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
T2 strikes at Gwen atk: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 DMG: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
T3 Moves forward and strikes at Bordan atk: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 DMG: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
T4Takes a step forward and takes hold of the Noble.
L strikes at Gwen atk: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 DMG: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Basil moves to help Bordan, swinging with his great sword. atk: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 DMG: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 5) + 6 = 12
confirm crit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15 DMG: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 4) + 6 = 12 cutting the man down in a single swing.

Name Init
Roj 19
Gwen 13
Men 12
Bordan 10
Basil

Roj

Man, that hurt.

Yep, it did indeed. Not often I have to construct a post in notead either ;)

Actually that puts you on 3 HP doesn't it?.... ouch.

Is T4 actually grappling the noble?

Technically, not yet, he just has a hold of his clothing. If you were to try to pull him away it wouldn't count for much.

"Augh!" Rojerick shouts as the club crashes into his side. In frustration, he switches his grip and slashes at the offending thug.

Scimitar Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 2 = 5
Scimitar Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Shield Bash: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 + 2 = 14
Shield Bash Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

full attack vs. thug "T1"in square e17.

Two natural 1s? The dice hate you.....

The thug handily dances away from Rojerick's sword, and instead collides with his shield. He grunts in pain, but continues standing.

Gwen?

I guess they do. I saw that and I was just hoping that you didn't do massive stupid failures for nat 1s.

Badly hurt, Gwen chooses a more defensive stance.

Fighting Defensively, -4 atk +2 Dodge AC

"Don't you worry boy, we're getting you out of this mess! Stay with me!"

Attack against T1 - Greatsword: - Fight. Def. + flank + fav. en.: 1d20 + 4 - 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 4 - 4 + 2 + 2 = 202d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 6) + 4 + 2 = 13

I guess they do. I saw that and I was just hoping that you didn't do massive stupid failures for nat 1s.

Naa, I'm not that cruel. Cheeky descriptions, but nothing mechanical ;)

Gwen meanwhile rounds on the wavering thug that Rojerick just hit, and forces her sword right through him.

T strikes back at Bordan atk: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14 DMG: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
T2 strikes at Gwen atk: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 DMG: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
T4 Takes a dagger and puts it to the Nobel's throte. "Say the word Boss!" he shouts.
L strikes at Gwen atk: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16 DMG: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Bordan (and may as well roll Basil'#s action too.

T4 Takes a dagger and puts it to the Nobel's throte. "Say the word Boss!" he shouts.

Free action "shout"

L strikes at Gwen [dice=atk]1d20+3 [dice=DMG]1d4+3

Hooray for fighting defensively :-)

Borden fishes punching the lights out of the one he head butted.

1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 2 = 24 assuming there is that flanking Gwen was talking about.
1d3 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6 with arcane strike.

My bard song doesn't grant bonus as it was a fascinate effect but I can change it as needed... But it's not needed here.

The thug in front of Bordan finally goes down.

Basil's action?

Map

Basil steps forward and strikes again with his sword, this time at T2.

atk: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 DMG: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 4) + 6 = 15 his sword again inflicting a mortal wound.

F$!#in' hells!, shouts Borden, now splattered in blood.

To say he's an oracle, that greatsword is a bit meaty....

Roj!

F#!+in' hells!, shouts Borden, now splattered in blood.

Some of which is Gwen's!

Your status bar shows you as full hps :)

Your status bar shows you as full hps :)

Status bar modified to reflect actual hps :-(

Only one rioter left alive now and upright now, right?

Scimitar Charge: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Rojerick charges the apparent leader, swinging his blade toward him in a quick circle. He shouts at the foe threatening the man. "Throw down your weapon and go home to your family, or I swear by the Dawnflower you will face the consequences! I do not wish to spill more blood here today."

full action charge,+2 to that attack, -2 to ac until next turn

Only one rioter left alive now and upright now, right?

Well, when you posted that it was two. Now it's one.

Rojerick charges into the leader swiping with his blade, and gives a good solid blow. The leader goes down, bleeding badly. Zero hitpoints, so not quite dead, or unconscious, but incapacitated.

Gwen?

I'm afraid that the staggered condition does not prevent AoOs, but if he's down and he tries to attack while prone he gets a -4 penalty and loses 1 hp, so... I'll take my chances

Gwen mutters a quick thankyou to Rojerick; throwing all cautiousness to the wind, she quickly goes around to take care of the last thug.

No fighting defensively this time. Gwen moves 20': f16-g16-g15-f14, and attacks T4

Attack: Greatsword + fav. enemy: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 2 = 222d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 3) + 4 + 2 = 13

Rojerick goes down on one knee, trying to stop the apparent leader from bleeding to death. "You fool, why did you have to fight? You poor men never had a chance."

Heal (untrained): 1d20 ⇒ 10

Yeah, that'll drop him. The leader, doesn't retaliate physically.

"Leave me the f!!# alone queen's man. I don't need help from the likes of you."

The noble stands "I, ah, thank you, that wasn't going to go well until you arrived. Here, take this. I thought it was what they were after at first. I'd gladly have given it them to be left alone."

With that he hands Gwen a purse that tinkles with coin, and turns and flees.

150 XP each and 5pp worth of coins to split between you.

Hey boy, wait! What's your name? It's not safe to go alone!

You could pursue, but he doesn't slow to chat.

"Would you look at that! We just saved his life and he doesn't even stop to introduce himself. Ah well, we'll better get out of here fast, we don't want the watch to find us here with this mess, do we? I suggest we get going guys!"

Back to finding Gwen's friend?

Sure. We tried to talk them down, now I guess we can get on with the mission.

"Very well, Gwen. Let's continue. Hopefully your friend will be willing to help."

Gwen, wait! Here!

He orates a bit And lo! Though she was wounded grievously her spirit, great as any man, nay, greater than any warrior of eld, gave her strength to stand and fight on.

Cure light wound: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

He reaches out and touches one of the bruises.

Just a quote I memorised from a saga, it helps focus the magic...

thats 5gp each, right?

Ever practical Borden searches the fallen workers... Not for coin but for booze. Any coins he gives to the survivor or if he is gone, the one he knocked out along with the 5gp he just earned... The booze, if any, he keeps.

Next time look for a way that doesn't include getting smart mouthed and threatening around armed and armoured warriors d#!!+ead - here's their money pouches plus some more coin for their coffins.

"Cool bro! I feel so much better, thank you. Let's go!"

5 pp = 50 gp iirc. Split between us four, that should be 12.5 gp each

You're right - then I leave 12.5gp with the survivors but take any booze they may have

No problem.

The rest of the journey to Gwen's friend passes easily. Korvosa seems quiet now. A little too quiet. There is no smell of bread on the air, and no bustle of women moving to collect water, or goods. None of the shops are open, and even the rougher taverns seem to be locked tight.

Guardsmen are seen often, but never alone. The sable company are to be seen flying above the rooftops far more than is normal.

At a small jewelers shop, it takes a good hard bang, rather that a knock to illicit any attention. Even then, it takes a few minutes and Gwen's voice to have the door opened and unlocked. Once it is, a halfling woman stands before you. Even entering her middle age she is attractive, with long blond hair, and a pretty smile. But she looks worried today, and bustles you inside to lock up behind you.

"Well, my dear, it's been a while since I saw you. What have you got for me to go with these swords?"

"Well hello dear, it's so nice to see a friendly face again, especially today! This place's gone crazy, ain't it? What the heck happened! Is it true what they say? The king's dead and the queen's got something to do with that?"

What's her name?

Rojerick looks around the shop, trying to get his bearings. He keeps hold of his daughter's hand to prevent her from breaking anything.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 2

"Ohh, it's a shop, I wonder what it sells!" thinks Roj....

"Well, it's true enough the King's dead. That was proclaimed proper like late last night. As to the queen having something to do with it. Who can say. I would be surprised if she didn't, but I'd not say she did. Now. I'm sure you lot didn't come here just for a chat. What do you really need?"

sorry, missed that! She's called Rilka.

"You're right of course Rilka... well, it just so happens that these friends of mine... oh but I'm such a lout! Guys, this lovely lady here is Rilka. Rilka, meet Brod... Borden, Rojerick and Basil. So, where was I? Right. It just so happens that these guys have something they might sell and something they would like appraised. So I thought, wait a minute, maybe Rilka could be interested, let's see if I can kill two birds with one stone and make them AND Rilka happy! Eh? Borden here has the merchandise, will you take a look?"

Rilka smiles, "The city is in flames, and you are on the make. I'm glad it's something so mundane. I guess you didn't come by these by legitimate means? Oh well, at time like these that matters less. I wont be able to shift anything for a little while, I expect, but it should make tracing them a little harder too, so less chance of complications. Let me have a see, and I'll tell you what's what."

Pawing through the goods for a few minutes, Rilka splits them into two piles. I'm also assuming you've kept the oils and weapons back, as they could be useful.. The first has just the golden broach, and she ignores it for the moment.

"This little lot is quite a haul in itself. There's not many places in Korvosa you'd find a stash like this, and I happen to know the owner of this ring. He'll be very glad to buy it back. Even more so if he knows that the thief is dead and Emmah can rest in peace. I'll give you 1,300gp for this lot."

Turning to the broach, she picks it up and inspects it closely, sighing a little, then puts it back down. "This I will not touch. The Queen has put a price on this, returned, with a promise that no action will be taken against the one who returns it. That price is 1,000 gold. I would advise you take the offer. If you are found to have it, I dread to think what the queen would do."

Good news on all fronts then friend, says Borden looking pleased. Think you can bring that up a bit?

Gwen approaches the counter and takes a puzzled look at the golden broach."So, the queen wants this, huh? Enough to put a price on it, mmmm... Must be important beyond its value in gold, must mean something... I wonder..."

She takes a few steps back and whispers to Borden:
"How did a lowlife like Lamm manage to get his hands on such a thing, eh? What do you think?"

Kiddie thieves. Like flies, they can get in anywhere - swiped from a light fingered maid or something I'm thinkin'.

"The story goes that it was sent to a jeweler to be fixed, and was stolen en route. So you could be right. The clasp does seem to be broken."

Basil shakes his head in disbelief.

"A thousand gold? Truly, that is a Queen's ransom!"

Queens? Nah, rumour has it they go for 50 upto 100 thousand, a sagely Borden states with a blithe insouciance.

Welcome back Basil!