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Female Elf Inquisitor (Infiltrator) 1 HP - 15/15; AC 15, T 11, FF 14; Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +5; CMD 14; Init +3; Perception +8

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Lilica tilted her head to the side as she listened to the half-elf and ugly half-orc. Then, clearing throat, she would speak.

"Are you two done flirting, or must you continue to torture us with these clumsy attempts?" She looked at Saul after that, shaking her head as she gave a disappointed tut. "No class in the young sometimes, eh?"

"Regardless, the half-elf and particularly ugly half-orc speak the truth. At least, in a manner of speaking. I was indeed speaking to your guard, though not in matters of my faith. No, I was simply inquiring about you, Ser Vancaserkin. While we were talking and the half-orcs were leering at me, he and I both noticed that the man in green was peeking his head out from the shitter, with a scroll in hand. Thus forewarned, we were able to close our eyes before the lightshow. Combat happened, I melted off some faces, etcetera. And then, your guard attempted to kill the one-eyed woman, before she could take the not-as-ugly half-orc hostage or attempt to take part in revenge at a later day. Sadly, he was not quite fast enough, and the woman slew the half-breed. And the thanks he gets for his heroism? Blame for the crime, and a brutal attack on his person. Why, he's not even conscious, and they try to name him an accessory!"

She would give a stage whisper to the guardsman. "Honestly, they seem rather eager to place blame elsewhere, don't you think?"


Male Human Aetherkineticst 3 | HP 30/33 (3 NL) | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | Fort +7 Ref +4 Will +2| CMD 13 | Init +3 | Perception +7 | 24/100 Evils

" I'm not an Orc.. or a Half Orc..., Last time I checked" Volk reaches into his pants with his right hand and checks his junk while the other pokes at his teeth and eyes. Once he was satisfied that his assessment was correct he resumed his previous stance " The dead one was a full Orc though. Also, what is flirting? " Volk would note. " Either way the Guard didn't care about the Orc. We were all there to hear that at least.. Do your ears and eyes work correctly? "

Lol


Male Pseudodragon Molting 3 (HP 41/41) | AC:22 | T:16 | FF:18 | CMD 15 | Fort +6 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +4 | Perc: +8 | Speed 15ft, 30 ft. Fly: Good)

Volk hears a voice inside his vast mind

Thanks you for explaining how shit is to these simpletons. My name is Ternock. Im a Psuedodragon, once proud familiar to Castian Silversun, a once powerful wizard in his time. DC20 Balthazar... Balthazar was my companion... ive been by his side for 11 years of my life. So if you could... I would like to ask you to please make sure he is put to rest respectfully. And most of his gear sold and the proceeds given to needy youth here in Riddleport. All I ask is to return his wand and his belt pouch to me. I cannot do this myself, for I fear if I reveal myself now it will most likley end up poorly for me. So please keep my existance in mystery for the time being.


Oracle/2; AC: 18; HP: 17/17; F: +2, R: +4, W: +3; Init: -1; Perc: +2, Low-Light Vision; Speed: 30 ft.

Strigala frowned, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at what Lilica has to say.

"Ma'am, please do not make me break character. I have a job to do."


Male Human Aetherkineticst 3 | HP 30/33 (3 NL) | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | Fort +7 Ref +4 Will +2| CMD 13 | Init +3 | Perception +7 | 24/100 Evils

Volk's eyes light up for only a moment before they resumed their lackluster form. He seemed to nod at.. well nothing, or perhaps it was to Strigala or Lilica no one knew.

He tried to contact the being doing so to him.

I'll try my best. I was not your allies friend but I can understand loneliness so Ill help you and distribute the wealth. I know not of your previous master.

Volk seems to sigh before staring once more at Strigala.. then eyes list to Lilica's body, the lower half for now.


Male Pseudodragon Molting 3 (HP 41/41) | AC:22 | T:16 | FF:18 | CMD 15 | Fort +6 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +4 | Perc: +8 | Speed 15ft, 30 ft. Fly: Good)

Volk hears the voice again
Thank you Mr. Whippits, best of luck with Jiggles.


Male Human Aetherkineticst 3 | HP 30/33 (3 NL) | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | Fort +7 Ref +4 Will +2| CMD 13 | Init +3 | Perception +7 | 24/100 Evils

Volk is quite less effected by this than the tirade from before blinking somewhat at the strange name.

I am Volk but that name is also fine I guess. I assume her real name is not Jiggles.. but what I heard Saul call her. I plan on experiencing this act, I would hope it turns out well

Volk shifted a bit standing up, Thinking back to someone was surprisingly easy and it beat silence.


It was just a heist that went wrong. What the lady, Shade indicates Strigala says is right enough. Though I didn't see much of it, as the spell they cast blinded me. But I saw the final act. The lady thief surrendered, and the thug ignored her. She then killed the half orc guy who spoke funny.

Shade shrugged. odd way to solve a hostage situation. But it was probably bad judgement on the guards behalf. Maybe he's a bit thick.


Saul nods his head to everyone,

"Seems like some disagreement here, Strigala; go behind the bar and look on the bottom shelf for a grey felt box, inside are a store of potions I keep. Administer one to Gabsen for me, let's see what he has to say for himself"


Oracle/2; AC: 18; HP: 17/17; F: +2, R: +4, W: +3; Init: -1; Perc: +2, Low-Light Vision; Speed: 30 ft.

Heal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Strigala nods and turns to head for the bar. If not stopped, she grabs the box of potions and takes it with her to the stage, where she makes it a point to kneel next to Gabsen. She opens a box and takes out a potion, and then remembers her healer training... she then tries to prop Gabsen's head on her lap right so that he'll swallow the potion instead of choking to death before she pours it in his mouth, trying to pour slowly enough he swallows it without difficulty instead of causing it to interfere with his breathing.

If successful and Gabsen is awake, she nods to him. "Take a moment to let your body adjust and get up slowly. Then, Saul wants to talk to you about the fight."


Nel moves over to the healing lady
You don't have another of those potions do you? I'm a bit hurt myself. I would much appreciate it.


Male Human Aetherkineticst 3 | HP 30/33 (3 NL) | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | Fort +7 Ref +4 Will +2| CMD 13 | Init +3 | Perception +7 | 24/100 Evils

The idea of curatives seemed most appropriate for the situation but Volk stayed quiet and endured, it wasnt the first time he was injured. It wouldn't be the last, he's dealt with far worse before this and the main issue was not his well being as of right now. There was the fail heist to deal with. Volk kept near the podium and scoot next to the shorter creature... is it male or female? he pondered.


(HP 15/15) | AC:17 | T:13 | FF:14 | CMD 15 | Fort +3 | Ref +4 | Will +4 | Init +5 | Perc: +3 | Speed 30 ft.)

As the other's talk, Kertria looks around. The place is a mess, with several dead and tokens scattered all over the place. Looking back at her table, she steps over and picks up her cards. They weren't very good, or so she had been taught about the game and sets them down before stepping back over.

"Mr Saul, from what I heard, for like the lady over there..." She motions to Nel. "I too was temporarily blinded, but what I heard was as they say. Some bad folks came in and wanted to steal everything. They are lucky I could not see, for had my vision been clear, they would have surely been felled more quickly by my blade."

Looking over towards Gabsen, she frowns. "As for that, I can speak very little. Being blinded, then confused in the rush of events, I know not much of what occurred."


Male Pseudodragon Molting 3 (HP 41/41) | AC:22 | T:16 | FF:18 | CMD 15 | Fort +6 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +4 | Perc: +8 | Speed 15ft, 30 ft. Fly: Good)

Ternock stealths from the backpack and watches this scene unfold. Stealth: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (4) + 20 = 24

He makes himself comfortable... or as comfortable as he can be laying next to the corpse of his fallen friend. And while he lays there, his mind begins to wander on what was to become of him after this. He had always had someone next to him in the past. He had not felt this sense of loneliness in at least a century. His mind snapped back to the task at hand as Jiggles treated Basturd. A flick of rage consumed him as Basturd's eyes opened, knowing full well Balthazar's eyes would never do the same. He must bide his time for vengence. The situation called for stealth much to his dismay. He looked upon the other bodies that lay strewn acrossed Mc. Coughies establishment. At least there may be something to gain from all this.

He smirks and then adresses Mr. Whippets in his mind again. Hey Mr. Whippets? Could you ask what will happen to the bodies of the others? I would like to know. Ternock's stomach rumbles in anticipation. Yes, he really wants to know.


Male Human Fighter (3) Init+4 HP 45/45 AC 16 FF 14 Touch 10 Fort +6 Ref +2 Will +1 Per+0 Spd 30

Gabsen sits, then rises, his chest still hurting, his scarce clothes covered in blood and gore. He looks hatefully at Volk, and the small dragon, then at Strigala, still angered

There was a fight here, you think? There was a bloody battle, by Gorum's bones! Can't complain, as I'm still alive. See there's still six out of seven of us, better than at Two-Teeth Battle, only one out of nearly twelve of us survived, and the orcs eat some of them alive. Thats war. I ain't no storytella, but I want to tell it like it is.

Seeing his boss, he does his best to stand straight, and when he sees the gendarmes, gives a smart military salute

Gabsen, on report. We were attacked by a bunch of thugs. They wanted to get all the money, but they weren't afraid to spill some blood. At first I thought this elf there

He points to Lilica

was with them, cause she tried to divert my attention by speakin" to me just before the thugs entered, but I was wrong. That girl

He shows the cadaver
was the thieves leader, and they got a mage ally, who blinded most of the people here with a magical trick. The thugs first attacked the bouncers, striking to kill, then some civilians wanted to get involved, thinkin" it was a fairy tale and they would be heroes by the end of the day. It ain't a fairy tale. If you get into a fight with people who already got blood on their blades, you may die. Accept it, or do the smart thing and run away. I know civilians are here to play games, but if you want to get into Gorum favorite pastime, the stakes are higher than anywhere else, sometimes all it takes is all you got.

He pauses to let the reality of what he said sink into people's mind

I fought and killed two thugs, and the momentum of the battle shifted, because the thieves were soon overpowered and outnumbered. So I let the grunts flee for their lives. If they were out, I got less chances to get hurted. This guy, who dared preach to me although he was only interested by money and girl's breasts-May he soon be sucking on Pharasma's cold tits!- this guy

He points to Volk with a snarl
used black, foul magic to kill their mage, and the woman leader, losing hope to win the fight, took an orc civilian hostage. She already nearly killed him, and the bloody and bloodied orc was still standing. It should have run away or play dead, if it was smart, but no, it stayed here. Maybe it took the "Cheat the Devil" part too seriously. We couldn't afford the chance she could come back a few days later, better prepared, with more goons and more weapons, while we were undermanned. More civilans would have died, perhaps. So I killed her, even if she had time to execute her hostage. That way, no thief will try to attack the boss's Golden Goblin, if there is a less risky way to get money. Not on Gabsen's guard. My duty was to guard the building and the belongings of my boss. Nothing was said about civilians.

And less than nothing about orcs.

The orc had a small evil dragon, that attacked me and tried to poison me.It's dangerous, and should be disposed of. That wench girl, before I forget

He shows Strigala
get us a strategical advantage, when she lied about the chest, tellin" the soon to be dead mage that the money inside was a fake. She should get some good tips tonight, boss. And with all due respect, boss, next time listen to me and let the guards get decent weapons and armors. They shouldn't have to die so easily. Gabsen, end of report.

He salutes once more.


Oracle/2; AC: 18; HP: 17/17; F: +2, R: +4, W: +3; Init: -1; Perc: +2, Low-Light Vision; Speed: 30 ft.

Strigala blinks at his words.

Battle? There was barely enough people involved for a nightly bar brawl in the Grog Pit.

She stands up, brushing herself off while he reports and saying nothing. Though, she does look around for the pseudodragon; if she spots it easily, she holds her hand down for the creature to sniff, moving slowly and keeping her arm mostly limp so she does not come across as a threat. If she can, she'll softly rub along the creature's head; if she can't or she doesn't spot it, she just straightens up and waits until Gabsen is done.

At the mention of foul magic, Strigala twitches and a sour look crosses her face for a moment before it fades. Her eyes glance to the air beside her head, almost as if checking for something, but quickly return to a neutral position. Both actions were pure reflex, but Strigala gave no further reaction or thought to the comment.

"Several people are wounded," Strigala says, indicating Nel as an example. "Is it okay if I go ahead and pass out potions? And check to see which ones are dead? I have some training in the healing arts that can aid if you do not want to use potions on those who tried to rob you."

I certainly wouldn't blame him for not wanting to waste potions on those who intended him harm.


Male Pseudodragon Molting 3 (HP 41/41) | AC:22 | T:16 | FF:18 | CMD 15 | Fort +6 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +4 | Perc: +8 | Speed 15ft, 30 ft. Fly: Good)

DC24 perception check to spot me, rolled shit but I have really good stealth reguardless.


Oracle/2; AC: 18; HP: 17/17; F: +2, R: +4, W: +3; Init: -1; Perc: +2, Low-Light Vision; Speed: 30 ft.

Even on a natural 20, she wouldn't spot you.


Female Elf Inquisitor (Infiltrator) 1 HP - 15/15; AC 15, T 11, FF 14; Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +5; CMD 14; Init +3; Perception +8

Maybe the Dice Gods will Help Me Perception Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Or they could forsake me. That works I guess.

Lilica's smile never wavered or faded as the others talked. Indeed, she only seemed to smile wider once Gabsen told his story. She took silent vindictive satisfaction at the fact that her interpretation had been right, and mouthed the words "Told Ya" at Saul. The elf would snort when Strigala suggested that they heal people, shaking her head.

"Oh yes," she would say, the sarcasm heavy in her voice. "Let's deprive the Gendarmes of much-needed work, and make the violent thugs who attempted to rob the establishment and kill some of us healthy and whole and our problem again. As for healing, why waste a pretty penny on people like the half-orc who denies his lineage? Let them hurt, I say."


Oracle/2; AC: 18; HP: 17/17; F: +2, R: +4, W: +3; Init: -1; Perc: +2, Low-Light Vision; Speed: 30 ft.

Strigala twitches again, this time in irritation, before looking to Lilica.

"You mean, aside from finding out if these are the only ones we have to deal with rather than part of a much larger group that would be seeking revenge? Especially now that you've publicly made it clear you have no problem causing them pain? They don't lack for sources of information to hear you were involved. Or did you forget about the ones who escaped?"

She reaches up to rub the bridge of her nose for a moment. I swear, it's almost like you have beat some basic compassion into others with a spiked club.


Male Pseudodragon Molting 3 (HP 41/41) | AC:22 | T:16 | FF:18 | CMD 15 | Fort +6 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +4 | Perc: +8 | Speed 15ft, 30 ft. Fly: Good)

Strigala hears a voice
You tell her Jiggles!!!


Male Human Aetherkineticst 3 | HP 30/33 (3 NL) | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | Fort +7 Ref +4 Will +2| CMD 13 | Init +3 | Perception +7 | 24/100 Evils

Volk seemed to shrug, not denying his involvement included the mentioned rewards. When the voice assailed him once more he replied

Well we aren't even sure they are dead and I'm not sure thats best to wonder now until they have made a statement Ternock. I'll see what I can do

" This assumes they are all dead, you could have cut her down after she was well within my range. The decision was made by you with that knowledge of my..Foul magic. Ad this also assumes any of them are dead.. well save for 3, two you cut through and one who got their throat crushed. If they are not dead even more so you choice was folly, then again information is king. *shrug* I acted with full knowledge of my ability to fight, though I guess I could have left you to die. Which makes me wonder if you would be able to tell me if Phrasma's teets are comfortable? "

Volk sighed and looked to the half-elf who was his current target, touching his back. " Now that you mention it.. I'm a little hurt as well "


(HP 15/15) | AC:17 | T:13 | FF:14 | CMD 15 | Fort +3 | Ref +4 | Will +4 | Init +5 | Perc: +3 | Speed 30 ft.)

Kertria looks among the others rather confused. Was this the way people were in cities? Or were they the exception? She steps over to Gabsen. "I think you can relax friend. Fight is over. If you want, though, we can spar later to let you let off a bit. Once you're fully healed, of course."


Oracle/2; AC: 18; HP: 17/17; F: +2, R: +4, W: +3; Init: -1; Perc: +2, Low-Light Vision; Speed: 30 ft.

Strigala facepalms as soon as she hears the voice. And now the blasted spirits are acting up!

She then blinks a moment. Wait, that one wasn't nonsense...

"Blood blood blood blood..." comes a whispering from near her, in Undercommon.

"If you don't be quiet, I'm going to start singing hymns," Strigala whispers back to the spirit, in the same language.

A moment of silence passes. And then a gentle breeze begins to ruffle her hair, though the breeze has no source easily tracked down. Strigala gets an annoyed look on face and then sighs in silent acceptance.

Technically, the spirits obeyed.

She then focuses her mind on replying to the other voice. Thank you!

She then looks to everyone else, ignoring how it is that her hair is, for the moment, tying itself up in random pigtails without any source of outside help. "I do think we need to know if there are more of these people coming."


Nel smiles uncertainty at that comment. I hope not, I'm down to cantrips
She then looks at gabsen and says can't you tell the difference between a robbery and a battle? It didn't need to be like this. And you provoked the attack that killed the dragons friend or master. Of course it attacked you.


Male Pseudodragon Molting 3 (HP 41/41) | AC:22 | T:16 | FF:18 | CMD 15 | Fort +6 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +4 | Perc: +8 | Speed 15ft, 30 ft. Fly: Good)

Nel hears a raspy voice in her mind
Thank you Darkone, but I must inform you that he is... or...was my friend. Dragons are not to be owned or enslaved and despise thoughs that believe such notions that they can have masters. Considering your race, im sure you yourself have a high probability of feeling the same way as I. You may have even experienced such a troubling life. I do not know. I can't read your thoughts or see into the past, but thoughs who shape the present are the ones who dictate the soon to be past.

In such reguard, I would prefer to give my friend a proper burial. I have already mentioned this to Mr. Whippits. Though he seems a bit to... um... distracted by the soft flesh that is present with Jiggles. If you would please make sure my friend gets such respects Darkone, it would be greatly appreciated by me. All I ask is that after this all blows over, I would recieve Balthazar's Wand and his Belt Pouch. The rest of his equipment is to be sold and given to the needy here in Riddleport. This is a lot I ask of you. I am sorry, but I don't want him just casted aside as a common orc. I want him respected for what he did here today. My name is Ternock. And I hope you will accept such a selfless task.


Male Human Fighter (3) Init+4 HP 45/45 AC 16 FF 14 Touch 10 Fort +6 Ref +2 Will +1 Per+0 Spd 30

The massive fighter answer the small dark skinned halfling

I can tell the difference between a robbery and a battle: robbery is when the thugs don't try to kill people, and merely threaten then. Here, they rushed in and started to spill the guards blood, with no reason, no warning.You've seen it, like me. Or maybe not, if you were blinded. And if you want to pin the blame of the orc's death on me, I don't really care. Be sure I've took more a active role in some orcs death before, while in the Thirteen. As my drill sergeant said:"you know what a good half orc should be?" and we'll have to shout : "An orc cleaved in two."

Not much subtlety here. But Gabsen isn't in a subtle mood

And to end the hostage thing,the orc was already dying, and bleeding out, having less chances to survive than a mug of ale near Caiden's hand. A mere man would have crumbled on the ground, with a wound like that. Even if I'm no healer, I've seen enough lethal wounds to recognise one, believe me. IF we allowed the girl to go, as she asked for, promising she would be a good girl from now on and be no trouble anymore- and if you take the words of a street killer at face value you ought to be glad Saul's small games got interrupted before ya lose all your money- she would have dragged the orc with her for protection, as a meat shield, and as it was a massive orc she would have dragged it real slowly. And the orc would have bleed to death while it was dragged, cause she wouldn't have allowed anyone to tend to its wounds. Maybe it would have even died before she got to the door. She would then have to run for her life, and you can't run while dragging a bleedin" massive orc like that. So she would probably killed the orc before running. I know I would have, for shock value to buy time, or just to make a point i'm not one to be messed with, and that I'm ready for anything. Then maybe she would have come back later, with another band of thugs. YOU wouldn't be there anymore, cause it's the first time I see you there, you're not regular patrons, you came just for Saul little tournament. I would still be there, and have to deal AGAIN with the problem. You may don't like my methods... But I don't give a damn. I'm trained to be a professionnal killer, m'am, and to stay alive so I can kill more, to take quick decisions in life or death situation, litt'rally. It's the only thing I know how to do, and if I don't want to become dead meat, I got to be the best at what I do, even if what I do best isn't very nice.


Male Pseudodragon Molting 3 (HP 41/41) | AC:22 | T:16 | FF:18 | CMD 15 | Fort +6 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +4 | Perc: +8 | Speed 15ft, 30 ft. Fly: Good)

Gasben along with everyone within 60ft hears an angry voice in their minds
Hey f++!er, do you understand the concept of magic? Because if you weren't so bloodthirsty you would have noticed that "orc" you speak of was actually healing, So apparently you have seen wounds like that before? Well you clearly you haven't either that or you never met an orc like Balthazar before. He was in no danger of dying from bleeding out.

The reason he is dead is because of your inability to realize that there is no way she was dragging him to the front door, even by some chance she would, he would have been healed by his magic and could have fought again fresh.

Spare us your excuses of it being a battle. You have a soldier complex. This was a stab and grab, not a battle, plain and simple. They simply didn't account for the patrons to fight back. Clearly you realized that they were only targeting the guards at first. Oh... Wait... your a guard... So if the patrons just ran or did nothing... You would be the one with a sword through your neck. Unless you thought you could take on 14 or so men by yourself with no armor and a sword too large to wield correctly like some kind of man-o-war. Who would be the fool then?

Did you not realize that Mr. Whippits, Happyboot, and Darkone were all using ranged magics to dispatch the thugs? No! You were to busy reliving your glory days as a butcher of war to realize this. She would have backed off and then the three of them would have struck her down before she escaped. No, that was too much tactics for your little mind to handle. You just realized the fight was over and you couldn't accept that and wanted to get one more good swing in and watch more blood fly.

You were hired as a guard, again do you understand that concept? The position is called "guard" for a reason. You are to subdue threats to Saul and the Golden Goblin. "Subdue" not "Kill" Your a man that crossed that line when it wasn't necessary. All for the sake of trying to relive some stupid soldiers fantasy.

Sure Balthazar was an orc, but you are just a boy with egg on his face and a bruised ego.

Like the wolverine line!


Male Human Fighter (3) Init+4 HP 45/45 AC 16 FF 14 Touch 10 Fort +6 Ref +2 Will +1 Per+0 Spd 30

Next time you invade my brain, I might invade your skull with my weapon, drakebeast, be warned...It's not a big brain for big words, but it's mine and mine only.

He glares with anger at the small dragon

I know nothing of magic, and I'll be the first to admit it. If we were a bunch of soldiers, used to fight together, who knew each other strenghts and weaknesses, the outcome would have been different. We were just a ragtag of men and women, with no clue about what each one could or could not do. Could you at least recognise that?

Crossing his massive and scarred arms on his bloodied chest, Gabsen continues, with even more passion.
Remind yourself, drakebeast, that the girl had two targets for aher blade, a defenseless orc and a warrior who was about to strike her. She could have tried to stab me, instead of your orc. But she choose to kill an helpless civilian. I didn't forced her. The death of the orc lays on her shoulders, not mine. I, personally, would have tried to stab the more obvious threat. But I have no remorse being still alive, and will give no apology. Yeah, I'm a soldier at core. I don't enjoy to kill, but it's better than to be killed. I've seen people trying to be heroes, and how their lives violently ended, moost of the times. I am no hero. I might have no glorious past, but at least I still have a future. I've done what I could, to protect most people. Maybe it wasn't enough. Maybe someone else would have done better. The fact is, that if the orc didn't get involved, he would still be alive. Once again, I never forced him to do anything. HE put himself at risk.That Balthazar was your friend, not mine. You could have done something to help him, instead of staying hidden in that sack, maybe simply warn us in our brains that he wasn't so in danger, so we could adapt our strategy, or tell him to play dead so we could attack the girl without putting his life in the balance. It's so easy, when the battle has ended, to point fingers. Or scaly tails. You tell me I shouldda used my brain, that I could have spared Balthazar's life, when you weren't able to use your own big brain to save your friend's life, when YOU haven't done the slightest thing to save him. You got a poisonous tail, which could have save your orc life. But you prefered to lie down until the fight was over, and then use your even more poisonous tongue to blame me.

He spits some blood out of his mouth, and wipes himself with his hand

And one last thing, drakebeast: if you try to subdue someone who wants to end your life, you're add more risk to awake in Pharasma's Eternal Gardens. Nay, it wasn't even the last thing, come to think about it... Why would a gambler take a drakebeast who can get into people's minds into a gambling tournament? To read their minds and cheat maybe? Not sure how ol" Saul would have liked that, his big tournament crashing cause of cheatin"... not to speak about the other players, who aren't all a bunch of nice fellas like me..

Gabsen grins. And it's not an happy sight.
That might put the last nail into Balthazar's coffin.


Male Human Aetherkineticst 3 | HP 30/33 (3 NL) | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | Fort +7 Ref +4 Will +2| CMD 13 | Init +3 | Perception +7 | 24/100 Evils

Gabsen is speaking to the air and cant be glaring at anything in particular. The drake is hidden, unless you can beat that DC.

Volk interjects as it seems relevant and he's bored. He raised his hand like a child in school.

" This seems like a lot shouting. Is it my turn? Simply put The dragon-thing is mad and the guard is making alot of excuses for a soldier. Also, I think that spell might have had selective blindness. Does such a spell exist? " Volk tilts his head to the side.

" I ask because it seems like the guard has some blank spots in his vision.. or judgement. He wasn't the clear threat, the Orc broke her arm and stayed up after lethal strike, so the Orc was the worse threat. You had no armor and clearly was an easier target but less so than the Orc. "

Volk said a matter of factly he then mused on the drakebeast comment " If the creature could read minds, it was pretty bad at it, because the Orc was in last place.. I was winning actually. Hrm, yes I think this is a case of a Inflamed ego? I think that's what it is called. Fact is you knew the woman would attack, you didnt care, you provoked his death. That is fact. You broke the normalcy of surrender. You are just bad at your job and likes to make excuses. "

Volk folded his arms again and seemed to chew at the side of his mouth. He saw Gabsen Smile and smiled as well.. he was not happy or unhappy and it was creepy.


Robbery doesn't involve killing? Callistra you are naive if that's what you think. Walk the streets of riddleport and see the truth. You... Nel's voice desends into halfing. Obviously statements as to gabsen's character.


Male Human Aetherkineticst 3 | HP 30/33 (3 NL) | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | Fort +7 Ref +4 Will +2| CMD 13 | Init +3 | Perception +7 | 24/100 Evils

Volk looks down to the little creature in confusion ... and interest. Was this some strange series of curses, another language, his eyes focus on the half-sized thing. " Um.. what did you say at the end there? I didn't catch any of that.." Volk still wore the smiling face, since that is what people did after they spoke apparently.. smiled creepily.. right?


Oracle/2; AC: 18; HP: 17/17; F: +2, R: +4, W: +3; Init: -1; Perc: +2, Low-Light Vision; Speed: 30 ft.

Untrained bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Strigala rubs the bridge of her nose and sighs. Okay. Now this guy has irritated me.

"This wasn't a battle. Have you ever been in a bar brawl? Back home, there's this place called the Grog Pit. When I was learning with priests of Sarenae there, we were frequently one of the groups called out to heal people after the nightly bar brawl. One of my duties when I got older was to go with them."

She then indicates the number of bodies on the ground.

"I've seen more people dying or dead as a result of one of those brawls than are in this room."

She then looks straight at Gabsen's eyes. "This isn't the military life you are used to. People get in fights that sometimes leave dead littering the floor. Criminals sometimes try to kill people as part of robbery attempts."

Now, to just get a bit closer and get him to let down his guard...

She, if he lets her, reaches up to lay a hand on his cheek. Her hand moves slowly, trying to appear completely nonthreatening. She was also hoping he didn't notice that she actually knows nothing about military service. "Also, think about life as a soldier... Wasn't there someone responsible for lives lost? Someone who was held responsible for if they caused the deaths of soldiers beneath them? Do you really think that, as a professional soldier, you are cleared of that responsibility just because you never had to make it before? Would that have been accepted as an excuse when you were serving? I don't think it would have."

She looks more into his eyes, playing up the compassionate side while, right now, really wanting to just start slapping him until compassion sank in. "You had an enemy at surrender, and a chance to find out valuable information about the attack and if we can expect more attacks. Wouldn't it be your job as a soldier to try to accept that surrender so you gain that information? As a soldier, wouldn't you have needed to listen to your comrades when one of them knew the situation better? And as a soldier, wouldn't you have been held responsible if your actions caused the death of a fellow soldier?"

Please please please don't notice I'm making this up as I go along!

"Relax and stand down. You caused someone fighting with you to die and you may have cost us valuable information about the robbery. But that is over and done with. You can either stand here trying to defend it, or accept that it was a mistake and learn from it to make yourself more effective in combat. Stop and ask yourself which one a soldier would do."

Here's hoping the smell of dragon dung from what I just said doesn't make everyone pass out!


Male Pseudodragon Molting 3 (HP 41/41) | AC:22 | T:16 | FF:18 | CMD 15 | Fort +6 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +4 | Perc: +8 | Speed 15ft, 30 ft. Fly: Good)

dat 24 though!


Shade stared at strigala is impressed amazement. That was not just dragon dung, but great wyrm dung. Shaking her head she looked at the creepy...er...human?
Are you just weird? Learn to speak halfling if you want to know what I said. And stop smiling! It's inappropriate in these circumstances.


(HP 15/15) | AC:17 | T:13 | FF:14 | CMD 15 | Fort +3 | Ref +4 | Will +4 | Init +5 | Perc: +3 | Speed 30 ft.)

Kertria, finally fed up, roars out.

"MAY WE HAVE A LITTLE SILENCE PLEASE?!"

Huffing, she looks around at the carnage about her and the anger, confusion and, for lack of a better word, general lust on their faces.

"People are dead, some nearly died, and it's over now. Regardless of what it was supposed to be, supposed to turn out, the results are what are before us. Let us just be thankful fewer were bled this night. Now, let's all take a big breath, and try to move forward. You, little dragon friend, your name for all to hear if you please. And do you promise not to annoy this guard here further? Because I certainly would not like to see anymore confusion and hate at this moment."


Male Pseudodragon Molting 3 (HP 41/41) | AC:22 | T:16 | FF:18 | CMD 15 | Fort +6 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +4 | Perc: +8 | Speed 15ft, 30 ft. Fly: Good)

Kertria hears a voice in her head
Believe me, I have already given my name to thoughs I feel that will help me. You are not such a person Steel-Ears.

I cannot make such a promise as to not be annoying to F%*$er, for it would be his tolerance to pain or rather... death that would deem wether im annoying or not.
As a side note, no one knows where I currently am. Im stealthing to hard. lol


(HP 15/15) | AC:17 | T:13 | FF:14 | CMD 15 | Fort +3 | Ref +4 | Will +4 | Init +5 | Perc: +3 | Speed 30 ft.)

"Steel-Ears? I don't know if that is an insult or compliment. But so be it..." She huffs just a little bit...


Male Human Fighter (3) Init+4 HP 45/45 AC 16 FF 14 Touch 10 Fort +6 Ref +2 Will +1 Per+0 Spd 30

Gabsen takes Strigala by the waist and puts her on a table- not really gently, but not too harshly either. He seems a little calmer than before, but not much

Why should I listen to your rabble? You want me to tell I did a mistake? Would that orc feel better for it? What is done is done, and cannot be undone. I don't care about your opinion, I never asked for it. There is, what, twenty to thirty patrons here? A few of them get involved in a fight, or a battle, or a badly planned robbery, whatever you want to call it. One, and only one of them is dead. Maybe its dead could have been avoided. Maybe not. I still think the girl would have tried to keep it as an hostage, and would have killed him as soon as possible. I don't know for sure but NO ONE HERE can honestly say she wouldn't have done it.I can't help but notice that , among the civilians who came here to gamble, no one else but you try to put the blame of the orc's death on my shoulders. Because, if you're honest about it, nearly all the gamblers kept their sorry asses on the chairs when the thugs entered, and guess what? All those who took no risk are still alive! You talk to me as if you were a soldier yourself, but did you get your hands dirty, girl? Did you watched into a man's eyes as you were about to kill him, taking no pride or joy into it, but doing anyway because if you turned your back on him he would bury his own blade into your skull? This was no child's play. You can't run back to mommy's crotch and cry because the other boys were playin" a lil" bit too rough for ya own tastes!

He's focusing on Strigala, taking her chin in one massive hand
Mark my words, girl: only one death among the civilians against a few guards dead, or at least badly wounded, but NO ONE HERE speak for them. Tell me WHY one gambler dead is more worth of your attention than three or four guard's life? Did they ask to get hurt? They fought because their lives were endangered, not because it was their job.They did their best, as I had. Sometimes our best isn't enough. Sometimes people get hurt, whatever you do, or because you didn't take the good decision, or because you weren't as quick as you thought. I know one more thing, as an ex-soldier: if you want or have to get in a fight, use your best weapons. And today, the orc didn't used his drakebeast pet, which could have been very helpful. Would you blame ME for that too?

To Strigala:
Seen so close, Gabsen's eyes are nearly emotionless, having seen death a few too many times, being the cause of too many death too probably

The soldier turns away from the young woman, and he seems to search someone in the crowd


Oracle/2; AC: 18; HP: 17/17; F: +2, R: +4, W: +3; Init: -1; Perc: +2, Low-Light Vision; Speed: 30 ft.

Strigala sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, ignoring Kertria's yelling for the moment.

She also decided to hold off on slapping the guard. Just for right now.

"The orc might not feel better for it, but his friend that attacked you and might want to kill you in revenge would probably feel better about it. After all, how would you feel if someone took an action that got a close friend of your's killed and then refused all responsibility?"

Then she twitches as he mentions the civilians who came here to gamble. "Have you not looked at how I am dressed? I work here. And if you think I am the only one who blames you, you are forgetting that you got a whip across the chest. I'm just the one talking to you about it. And you can't say that those who didn't intervene would still be alive; they made no hesitation about slaughtering guards or trying to kill anyone else who they thought was a threat. Do you honestly think they would have stopped with the chest when they could have gotten more gold from the patrons?"

She then stares him directly in the eyes. "My father is a soldier. I spent my time learning the healing arts and divine magic from priests of Sarenae; they're not that different in terms of command. And that meant cleaning up rooms just like this one. It also meant looking at wounds and deciding which person got treatment now, which waited, and which we couldn't help. I've had to look straight into the eyes of soldiers and then watch them die while knowing I could do nothing about it. You can cut a person down like an animal... can you look in the face of a child crying out in pain and tell them they're going to die simply because you don't have the potions to spare? Can you look someone who has done nothing wrong in the eye and condemn them to die?"

She then shakes her head in derision at Gabsen.

"Any one of us here can play the drama game as well as you do, and I doubt many of us are cleaner."

She reaches up to brush his hand away from her chin. "Yes. No one. Because not even you are speaking for them right now; you're speaking for yourself. You didn't even speak for them when giving your report." She points to the guard nearest to them, his cooling body laying on the stage beside the unconscious woman. "Do you even know how he died? I watched as he was cut down in cold blood while moving to try to flank that woman and help you. I already reported that to Saul and the gendarme. I already spoke for him. And if we had a prisoner instead of a bunch of bodies, I would still be speaking for him and for the others. And if you got one of the guards killed instead of the orc, I would still be right here, speaking for them to you. The orc gets any priority is because you are still alive and conscious. I can't speak to the criminals at this moment... but I can speak to you."

She frowns more as he mentions weapons. "What makes you think the drakebeast is a pet or a weapon to use? Sometimes, friends and companions come from unexpected directions. Even if they are not always wanted."

She then sighs, before looking down to the bodies. "If there are going to be any survivors we can interrogate, we need to move quickly."


Male Pseudodragon Molting 3 (HP 41/41) | AC:22 | T:16 | FF:18 | CMD 15 | Fort +6 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +4 | Perc: +8 | Speed 15ft, 30 ft. Fly: Good)

In Gasben's and everyone elses mind
Clearly you dont understand what being hired as a guard means. "They fought because their lives were endangered, not because it was their job." ... even though it is totally your job to fight back against anyone who tried to steal WHAT YOU WERE HIRED TO PROTECT! It was yours and the other guards JOB! You really need to understand that your no longer in the military, where the line between your duty and you life become a bloody blur. I am much older than you! I have seen 5 seperate wars first hand. Your nothing but a old stray dog, looking for his next meal. Though, I know it is not your fault to act this way. War changes people, makes them not think straight. In a way.. i pity your existance.

In Gasbens mind only
And another thing Dog... speak to me with a foul tongue again... and you will not wake up the following morning!


Female Elf Inquisitor (Infiltrator) 1 HP - 15/15; AC 15, T 11, FF 14; Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +5; CMD 14; Init +3; Perception +8

Lilica would tsk at the motley group once again before patting Ketria on the shoulder as she was ignored. She gave the other elf a sympathetic look as she did so, and shrugged.

In Elvish:
"Amazing what the short lived ones consider argument worthy, is it not? They will all live... Oh, a few decades more at the most? I say let them have their disagreements. They will pass over eventually, and struggles like these help bring an individual understanding. It may be painful to watch, but a little pain never killed someone."

She would pause for a moment before speaking once again.

In Elvish Again:
"But out of curiousity, I think the guard has the right of it. May not have been handled in the best of manners, but I can agree with his reasoning. Yourself? Oh, and I'm Lilica, by the way. A pleasure to make a fellow fancygirl's acquaintance."


Saul rubs his temples thoroughly as the bickering between the parties continues.

Having heard enough he draws a dagger and bangs it against his key hand, surprisingly it produces a rather pleasant chime.

"Ok, enough arguing. Gabsen, I think I can abstain you of all acusations of you being involved in the heist. I also offer you my apologies, if I actually thought anyone would dare try to take the chest by force I would not have had you and the others dressed in mock garb. By all accounts you acted without regard to the safety of the deceased patron, but believed you were acting in the Gold Goblin's best interests. I can respect that, but the loss of an innocent civilian's life, when so many believe there could have been an amiciable solution casts you in a poor light. The customers here at the Gold Goblin will not soon forget that. Therefore, I will be suspending you without pay for the next two weeks. After your vacation if you feel you're up for the work of a protector of the people, and not a sellsword, then come and see me and we'll see what we can work out."

Nodding the Gabsen, Saul turns his attention to the remaining people gathered around. "I see some of you are all quite injured yourselves, Strigala use whatever healing you can along with my potions to mend up your fellow defenders here. As for those who are unconscious, leave them, the Gendarmes will be handling them I've no doubt, in the traditional Riddleport way."

Turning to Renquist he continues.

"Speaking of which, I can see your boss Lyzan is getting restless over there. Let's go have a chat with him."

Saul and Renquist head the short distance over to the Gendarmes and begin to speak, in a more hushed tone.

DC 15 Perception Check :

Lyzan speaks first, "So who am I shooting here Saul?"

To which Saul shakes his head, "No one today I'm afraid Lyzan. Everyone who was involved all seems either dead, dying, or having run away. Maybe one of the bleeders here can tell you who was behind this."

To which Lyzan retorts, "Aye, I bet they could. But, I'm wondering, how much is that information worth to ya Saul? We came all the way down here, but you're not a paying customer of the Overlord. I would say this is more of a...A courtsey check up. The Gold Goblin's protection doesn't mean much to me without a bagful of gold, you follow me Saul?"

Saul starts to bang his key hand against his thigh apparently in growing fustration. "You come all the way down here to try to shake me down Lyzan? I've told the Overlord before I'm not paying into his racquet and I meant it. To hell with you and the Gendarmes Lyzan."

Lyzan spits and grimmaces, but immediately it's replaced with a smile. "Fair enough Saul, have it your way. But I didn't come all this way not to shoot something."

As the conversation draws to a close, Lyzan gives a nod to his Gendarmes and they unload their crossbows into the bodies of those who were lying bleeding in the hall.

Lyzan then shouts out to the hall, "An example that the Gendarmes do not tolerate those who cannot properly perform a robbery. On another note, Saul here has made it clear to me that the presence of the Gendarmes is no longer welcome here at the Gold Goblin. So if'n anyone ever wanted to try a stunt like this again, you won't have to be worrying about us turning up. To me Gendarmes!"

As Lyzan turns and strolls away to the doors, Saul spits and swears angrily.

No sooner than the Gendarmes leave than the patrons of the Gold Goblin begin to raise their voices and shout in rage at the attempted heist.

Saul quickly raises his voice and says, "Ladies and Gentleman, forgive me of tonight's fiasco, I assure you that better measures will be taken to prevent this from ever happening again. As a token of my apology I will be refunding any and all compeititors of the event here tonight of their entire earnings, and those of you who were ahead may cash out at a full one to one rate."

Att his the bickering dies down near instantly to quiet murmuring. Most people still look extremely agitated but smart enough to realize getting back their entrance fee was the best most of them could hope for anyways.

Saul calls back to the kitchen, "Eiella, why don't you come out here and hand out this silver to the patrons while I speak with those who helped defend the Gold Goblin."

One of the sucubbus' from the back heads to the chest and begins handing out extremely tiny coins to furious looking guests.

Finally heading back to the defenders Saul motions his head to the bar, "Join me at the bar won't you? Let's talk some business."


Male Pseudodragon Molting 3 (HP 41/41) | AC:22 | T:16 | FF:18 | CMD 15 | Fort +6 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +4 | Perc: +8 | Speed 15ft, 30 ft. Fly: Good)

Ternock casually listens to the conversation between Saul and the Gendarme. Takes a 10 on Perception = 16

He continues to wait there after the Gendarmes go around putting bolts into everyone on the ground that showed signs of life.

Ternock stays behind and hidden as everyone heads twards the bar at Sauls request. When they finally arrive there. He begins his stealthy feast. It has been since the wars that he has eaten humanoid flesh, but at this point it did not matter. He knew the fresher the better and it was impolite to waste such a feast. He keeps an ear to the bar however, just to be sure nothing of importance is missed. Perception Conversation at Bar: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22


Oracle/2; AC: 18; HP: 17/17; F: +2, R: +4, W: +3; Init: -1; Perc: +2, Low-Light Vision; Speed: 30 ft.

Untrained Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Strigala went silent as soon as Saul stepped in; at this point, she had nothing further to say.

Enough conflict and death has happened this night. I should keep my mouth shut.

She reached over to touch Gabsen, focused on calling of power as she wove the healing spell; white light began to surround her, her eyes began to glow, and anyone close to her listening could hear the tormented screams of the spirits that haunted her as they fell within her nimbus of positive energy.

She really, really did love healing.

If Gabsen did not move away from her, the energy would flow into him to knit bone, stitch wound, and generally restore his body to health. It was her way of giving a silent apology for the accusation.

She looked around when the gendarmes shouted, and then lowered her head in sorrow for the deaths. But she said nothing about it; she could not blame Saul for his reaction.

Then she bent down, not caring who may or may not get a show at this point, and picked up the box to carry to the side of the stage. There she would stop, placing it on her left side, and pulled out two potions; one each for Volk and Nel. Then she reached down to pick up the box from her right side and started to walk towards the bar, walking slowly and looking back to see if the pair needed more and if they are following.


perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Shade listened to saul and the bully boy as they talk, and she knew what was coming next. Riddleport is a harsh place. Her eyes flicked back as she watched the executions.

A lesson there I think. I won't end like that.

She drank an offered potion and moved over to the bar, the dead already forgotten. This should be interesting.

shall we assume we are fully healed?


Male Human Fighter (3) Init+4 HP 45/45 AC 16 FF 14 Touch 10 Fort +6 Ref +2 Will +1 Per+0 Spd 30

Gabsen stays silent after Strigala's speech. She cannot say if he bought her act, or if he bothered at all. She feels that some words have pierced though his anger and post fight tension, but some other sentences were lost. Maybe he wasn't still ready to hear them.

When she mentions the whipping, she sees his jaw clenching, his eyes hardening. The guy will hold a grudge about it, it's obvious. He doesn't know how to hide his feelings, or plainly doesn't care. How badly he will react remains to be seen. He doesn't even look in the direction of Volk, but there is a storm raging in his heart, and his muscles get tense unconsciously.

He let her heal him, nodding silently.

He seems to be searching for something, or someone, and visibly frows

To Drakebeast:
Hey, you're somewhere there, Drakebeast? I'm sorry for you orc friend. The girl is right. I haven't much friends myself, and lost them all to one or another war. I should have done better than this shit. There's no excuse for all this mess. I honestly thought I could get the girl before she made a move. I was wrong, and your or...and Balthazar payed the price for my mistake. I understand your anger. I had the same, everytime I lost someone I cared for.That's why I'm trying not to care for anyone, anymore.

Perception DC 15: 1d20 ⇒ 19
When Saul says he was suspended for two weeks without pay, Gabsen simply nods, accepting the verdict without words or rebellion. Then the Gendarmes empty their crossbow on the thieves's bodies, and Gabsen watches them without any emotion, as one professional of Death looking at another.

On his way out, he stops near Lilica, and whispers to her

To Lilica:
Heard you weren't afraid to get the job done and to get dirty. You're probably the closest thing to a soldier I've seen in this ragtag group, and I mean it as a good thing, whatever these civilians say. Saul wants to talk business with ya, and he won't listen to me so I won't be long: tell him to get the new guards in good armor, with weapons they know how to use. Tell him that the new guards should be impressives, to make a show of themselves and their armor and weapons. And to recruit two or three street prostitutes, girls who know how to fight dirty and who know how to judge a man in the blink of an eye. People will look at the new guards, and forget to watch for the plain lookin" girls.

He's about to go, and then says to Lilica, on a natural tone
Too bad you have to stay, I could have use some stress relief tonight.


Yes Nel assume the potion provided brings you back to full health and condition.

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Male Human Fighter (3) Init+4 HP 45/45 AC 16 FF 14 Touch 10 Fort +6 Ref +2 Will +1 Per+0 Spd 30

just a note:the message to "Drakebeast" wasn't said loud, Gabsen just thought about it, hoping the small dragon will read his mind. I should have put it in italics, and mistakenly put it in bold.

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