Thaegrin has 45/48hp and his AC is 19. Woo…
Thaegrin Variel breathes heavily as he keeps pace with his younger comrades. I should have stayed in Lehrehn. Annoyed at his aging body, and at the insolence of this rabble, Michael’s challenge roll the eyes of the Rudianos agent. He is about to crack a low-brow joke to the Thelkonlanders about Michael’s manhood when a stone whizzes over his head, followed by another that strikes him in the chest. This, is one annoyance too many.
Anger boils his blood, and his typical calm demeanor gives way to a fiery, calculating glare, his mouth set to a straight line. The iron magical rod in his hand quivers when thin Feraweni fingers clench tightly in wrath. The court wizard takes rigid steps forward, summoning the posture and booming voice reserved for the kings and their ilk.
“You have meddled in forces of primal nature, Michael, and I will not have it! Is that clear? You think you’ve bought freedom with blood, and doing so elevated you above the traders of slaves and their associates. I tell you now, this is not the case! Your actions have robbed thousands in gold, perhaps millions, and now you must pay it back! It is ebb and flow; tidal gravity! You are a little man who thinks in terms of freedom, family, and independance. There is no freedom. There is no family. There is no independance. There are no nations and no peoples. There is only one holistic system of systems. One vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of gold. It is this omnipresent currency that determines the totality of life on this world. That is the order of things today. That is the minute and interplanar structure of things today! And you have meddled in the primal forces of nature. And YOU… WILL… ATONE!”
Still walking, he unrolls his sleeve, revealing once again the tattoo of a slave whose freedom was purchased. “Am I getting through to you, Michael? Did you instill hopes of freedom in these rebels? What do you think Amerysi councils discuss, when they make war on the slave-takers of Thelkon? They sit with their bankers, their financiers, their scholars and learned men, and conceive the cost in gold of their warmongering, and the capital gained from slaves freed. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Michael. The world is a college of businessmen, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of trade. This world is a business, little Michael. It has been since man crawled out of the slime.”
Thaegrin’s tone grows distant, and he stops when he feels the mysterious connection to Michael’s emotions. He tugs the string to weaken the halfling's resolve. “Our isolation on the docks gave us time to send word to the Emperor’s admirals. The fleet will be here by nightfall, but let us hope it does not come to that. We are not here to enslave you. We are not here to make an example of you. We are here because an imbalance must be rectified, and I suggest that you reconsider wasting the lives of your fellow freemen.”
Intimidate 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Edit: dammit, dice! WHY?!
Bluff 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23, for the bit about the Emperor’s fleet.
I’ll let DSP decide what happens, but at the end of the speech, Thaegrin wanted to cast Suggestion on Michael to stand down. He will take a -2 to his saving throw from Thaegrin’s Shape Emotions class feature. Will save DC 21, and if he passes the save, he must roll again via the lesser Persistent metamagic rod Thaegrin is using. Pretty sure Thaegrin’s exceeded the amount sayable in one round. Pretty sure what he said will draw all the aggro (and taking Total Defense would ruin the nature of the speech). But, if Thaegrin dies, this is how it should be. No regrets.
|Tholan the Drolleye|
Tholan would heal on the journey:
CMW: 2d8 + 8 ⇒ (7, 4) + 8 = 19
CMW: 2d8 + 8 ⇒ (4, 6) + 8 = 18
CLW: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Magic vestment and FoM should still be up by my calculations (FoM lasts 80 minutes, shouldn't be more than 20-30 used at this point).
Statblock in top line acceptable?
He grumbles as they walk, but perks up a bit as the smoke grows thicker. "Well, at least with this smoke you know what it's like to have my eyes, brother," he grins.
As they reach the barricades, Tholan watches the halfling with growing boredom etched clearly on his face. He yawns widely as Michael finishes his braying, but waits politely with an interested expression on his face as Thaegrin talks. He nods in a approval as he moves forward, extending a hand toward Michael.
Does he have any weapons visible? If so, spell cast on him. If not, then on the stabby looking one.
Perception to spot hidden weapons on Michael (if necessary) 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
"You raise a fair point about inequity. Perhaps a little balance would be good." His hand shimmers and a spectral copy seems to fly to the weapon, grabbing for it.
Pilfering Hand 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30
If there's somewhere/somehow to hide, Anga will be sniping. If not, he'll just be shooting.
Stealth 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (5) + 25 = 30
Facion rolls his eyes behind the mask as it whispers it's murderous intents. Stepping smoothly to the side he draws his bow and releases an arrow at the halfling-chef.
Shortbow ATK 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18
DMG 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
|Ezkal the Ordo Hereticus|
83/83 AC 25 Ryan, do you want acrobatic or climb if I'm going to try to vault over the nearest barricade? Ezkal rushes over to the nearest barricade and presses his back to it, looking for a way to vault over. Taking this time, he whispers words and his sword gets swathed in fiery energy. Casting flames of the faithful.
|Ezkal the Ordo Hereticus|
HP 102/105, AC 24
Iskandarr snarls and begins to climb.
climb: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21