Blood Under Absalom -- A Multitable PbP special (GM Hmm's table) (Inactive)

Game Master Hmm

Princess Sparkletrot?! That is the best name EVER!

It's a move action to open a single door, but since Princess Sparkletrot did not hit the ninja, I'll allow her instead to kick open Yorad's door. Pony power for the win!

Mort passes Sheela in the hallway, but also hears the scream of "PERVERT!" coming from Sophia's room.

ORDER: Sophia, Yorad, Mort, Princess Tiffany, Sheela, Blue Ninja, Red Ninja (-7), Purple Ninja (DEAD), Corona

Yorad notices the door to his room open and glances at the newcomers out of the corner of his eye.

That looks like a pony! Since when do they sparkle like that?

"So who sent you?" He slashes out at the ninja female again...

Round 2:
Attack the ninja. dagger: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Sophia does psychomatic surge on herself.

I get the 1d8 temp hp, if the ninja hits me again. If his/her attack would still reduce me to 0 or less, it triggers an additional 1d8 temp hp.
Initial: 1d8 ⇒ 7
Extra: 1d8 ⇒ 8
Sophia unlocks the door, and steps 5ft into the corner, covering herself up as best she can.

"If one of you guys is in the corridor, there's a homocidal ninja perv in here!"

Yorad does not get an answer, as Red Ninja goes down to his blow!

Red Ninja Stabilize: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (17) - 3 = 14

She does stabilize though as she crumples to the floor!

Sophia runs out the door!

ORDER: Sophia, Yorad, Mort, Princess Tiffany, Sheela, Blue Ninja, Red Ninja (-12, Unconscious), Purple Ninja (DEAD), Corona

Tiffany and Corona are up!

"Ninjas?" Sheela watches Yorad cut down a marauder. "I guess Sophia's room is next, Princess!"

She looks at Mort. "Dressed in your usual bloody attire, I see!"

Tiffany puts on her clothes, walks out the door and looks pointedly at Sheela. "Did you just call me Princes-- OH! What a beautiful pony! Can I ride it? Can I, can I, can I!?" She hops around in excitement.

Double move to put on clothes and walk out the door

**CORONA BOT**

Hearing the commotion, Corona stands up out of her bath and heads to the door, opening it wide and looking around. "What's going on new friends? Are we having a naked cake party in the hall? I'll be right out! Did someone say something about perverts too?"

You forgot to ask to pet the Sparkly pony.
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The Blue Assassin Ninja Pervert, having heard her colleagues fall, decides that her options are not great.

Maybe it's time to escape!

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

She tumbles past Sophia easily, and then...

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

...slips right on her soapy ass in front of Mort.

It's a bad day to be a Ninja, it seems. She risks getting up, even though she knows it will provoke, because that's better than being prone.

ORDER: Sophia, Yorad, Mort+AoO, Princess Tiffany, Sheela, Blue Ninja, Red Ninja (-12, unconscious), Purple Ninja (DEAD), Corona

The whole party's up!

"Ooh! I do like cake." Sheela notes the crowded hallway. "Although it's a bit late for that. Let me make sure Hiro hasn't been tackled by half a dozen ninja. Princess Sparkletrot, over here please!"

Sheela and a pony walk up to Hiro's door. Sheela knocks. "Hiro, are you alright in there?"

Sophia grabs her basic long shirt from the bed, and puts it on.

"The nerve!"

As Sheela gets ready to knock on the door, it flings open with Hiro standing there, armor only halfway put back on, sword in hand. He takes in the sight of a naked Sheela and sparkly celestial pony, and then covers his face and averts his eyes. "Geisha! Are you well? I heard fighting!"

"Phew, good to see you're doing well, Hiro. Ninjas broke into some of our rooms. I just wanted to make sure you were doing well."

Why isn't he looking at me? Oh, Princess Sparkletrot is too sparkly. Poor man.

Mort smiles as the slippery ninja slips and slides face first into his umm.. stomach. "Woah now, I believe you took a wrong turn. You aren't getting away that easily! As he hacks down at her with his sword.

Greatsword + Power Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 5 - 1 = 202d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 1) + 6 + 3 = 12

Assuming that wasn't quite enough, he tries to finish the job, after he watches her squirm a bit at least. Study

Greatsword + Power Attack + Study: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 5 - 1 + 1 = 172d6 + 6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6, 4) + 6 + 3 + 1 = 20

"Now I REALLY need a bath!" He says with gore dripping off his sword, and umm stomach.

Mort chops off another ninja head, and it goes sliding down the hallway.

-- Combat Over! --

Meanwhile, Hiro's face darkens. "Ninjas! Here? They must want vases." He runs forward. "Honorless scum, face ME!"

Then he sees the head rolling down at his feet, and Mort's bloody sword. He raises his eyebrows, nods and bows deeply to the paleskinned swordsman. "Are there more, friend Mort-san?"

Do you search the bodies?

Yorad watches Sheela exit the room, his eyes lingering upon her body before she steps out of view.

Mmmm...totally worth it...

Glancing at the unconscious ninja female, he shrugs slightly and pulls out some rope from his pack and ties up the woman.

A prisoner...good to have one. We need to figure out who sent them after us. He thinks. Guess I should put on something now...

Full Round action: Bind up Red Ninja.

EDIT: Since we are out of combat, Yorad will search the ninja, clean himself off, and then put some clothes on.

"I'm not sure what constitutes getting a free room around here, but I'd say ninja's in our bathtub should be enough right?" Acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 He gives the head a solid kick sending it to the feet of Hiro as he steps around the corner.

"Ya, hold on Hiro." He heads back into his room and quickly another head bounces off the wall and rolls down the hall to land near its friend with Hiro. Followed soon after by a body that gets dumped in the hall. Mort sticks his head back out afterwards "That's all I got. From what I gathered from their tattoos, Though the body was dressed in a tien-style ninja costume, the head that slips out from the ninja mask is not Tien, but Keleshite. She has the tiny blue tattoos behind the ear of an Isji, a Qadiran organization devoted to anarchy, and that often sells out as assassins for hire."

He looks over to the others of the group "You know, from our earlier meeting down in the sewers? Probably tracked our stink all the way here. I gotta finish my bath before this water is stone cold." He slams the door and takes his bath. Once in the bath he winces as the water stings the puncture wound in his side.

"...and her name is Princess Sparkletrot, and she lives in a meadow with other ponies, and they practice friendship, and happiness, and she let me ride her when I was young and she's pretty and sparkly." Sheela shows off the princess to Princess Tiffany for a few seconds before she fades away.

It's a nice distraction from bloody heads flying about. Sheela doesn't care much about the details of the organization who hired the assassins. "This has been fun, it really has been. But I have a bath drawn, and I smell like a sewer drain." She yawns and stretches a bit, seemingly oblivious.

She returns to her room and continues scrubbing.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 Dang so close. No one can resist the spoiler boxes! Especially me!

Yorad, when you pull the mask off your ninja, you discover that she's also Keleshite, with a tiny blue tattoo behind the ear.

Meanwhile Hiro blushes slightly as Sheela stretches, seemingly obliviously, in the hallway.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Then his eyebrows raise, and he stops averting his gaze. Glancing down at the heads, he pauses. "Wait. I check your water myself, Geisha."

Perhaps a little overheated, Hiro stabs the water in Sheela's bubble bath a half-dozen times with his sword before bowing and going out to guard the hallway.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Yorad stares at Sheela admiringly before he turns away abruptly. Once she has disappeared into her room again, he takes out the coin and shows it to the others. Perhaps overeager to distract himself from the spectacle he nods quickly to Mort. "Yeah the other ninja was dressed the same. An Isji?" He frowns. "Not very comforting to know there is a fanatical group of assassins who have taken an interest in us. Oh well..." He then returns to his room and finally finishes his bath.

Coming out of her room dressed, but not armored, Sophia has a quick look in the corridor.

"Messy, but they deserved it."

Sm?: 1d20 ⇒ 17

"But that one hit me pretty bad.", she holds her sore shoulder.
"Any chance someone has some spare healing?"

"...and her name is Princess Sparkletrot, and she lives in a meadow with other ponies, and they practice friendship, and happiness, and she let me ride her when I was young and she's pretty and sparkly." Sheela shows off the princess to Princess Tiffany for a few seconds before she fades away.

"You mean there are more of them!? Where can I get one?! Um," Tiffany realizes this whole thing went down with Sheela in the nude. "Yeah, this just got aaaaaawkward. Alright, back to my relaxing, toasty bath, see ya!" She says as she heads back into her room to resume her deep pore cleanse.

"Thank you, Hiro!" Sheela thanks him with a kiss on the cheek. "Now, bathtime."

Sheela slips right into the tub. A little chilly... lousy ninjas.

"WOW! This place throws some wild parties!" Corona exclaims, still standing in the doorway to her room. "I didn't get a tub-ninja though..." Whether she's disappointed by this or not is unclear.

"I'll patch you up New Friend Sophia - you too, New Friend Mort! Hold on a second," she adds as she ducks back into her room and emerges a few moments later with a towel wrapped around herself and a healing wand in her hand. "Didn't want to drip on the floor out here - someone might slip and fall, you know!"

With a couple of quick taps of the wand, Sophia and Mort's wounds are mended. "Good as new," Corona smiles. "Is everyone going back to their baths now? I guess I'll do the same - enjoy, New Friends!"

And with that, Corona heads back into her room and returns to her bath.

Hiro blushes again at the kiss. As Mort flashes around the coin, Hiro's eyes widen. "I think I have seen this... before."

Although the baths have cooled, there are a nice variety of scented soaps, shampoos and oils to use with your baths. Hiro is more than willing to guard the hallway for you during your baths, but he takes his vase in a cage with him so he can guard both at once.

After your baths, feel free to chat about what happened here with whomever you want... Inn Staff, each other, Hiro. And do tell me what preparations you make tonight, and what you do with your one prisoner.

Knowledge: Local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

After Corona patches up the hole in his side, Mort takes his sweet time with his bath, especially with Hiro on guard. There may even be the occassional singing to be heard through the walls and door.

Perform Sing: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16 Mort's got a super low voice... "Inna gada devita baby... don't you know that I'll always love you..." Followed by some interesting baselines.

Sophia's shoulder recovers from the dastardly attack.

"Thank you, you're a sweety."
Sophia hugs Corona as thanks, before returning to her room.

A thought comes up though.
"I have an idea to scare the bejeebs out of the ninja prisoner.
Though it will be a bit freaky. But that's not important, they tried to kill us after all."

"We can place the bound ninja on a chair, sitting across me.
I'd have to smear some blood on my fingers and on an empty plate. We'd fake that i ate the head from that particular pervertninja who fled from my room. Our prisoner either answers the questions, or gets eaten."

Sheela takes her sweet time, using a mage hand to add scented oils, comb her hair, lift towels and generally do all the hard work, although she has to concentrate to do all of that. What I would for different spells abilities. Like that librarian's unseen servant who shelves books for her- I'm so jealous!

Sheela pulls out her spare dress, soaks the dirty one in the bath and lets it dry overnight when she enters the hallway.

"Oh! Good idea, Sophia. You can play bad cop and I'll play good cop. Or, magically charming cop. Whatever it takes. Either we'll scare or charm the answer out. Like, who hired them? Why were they hired? What did those darts do?"

"There might be poisonous residue on them. Then even if not, i doubt reptilian blood doesn't go well with human blood. We could literally poke for answers."

After she gets a second round at her rudely interrupted bath time, Tiffany drains the tub and dresses herself, spraying herself with a sample-sized bottle of perfume and coughs. "Ugh, this smells awful! Must be meant for the tengu." Bebop leaps out of the way of the spritz.

She heads into the hall and overhears the conversation between Sheela and Sophia. "The bathtub perverts deserve payback! You know, my skin itself is poisonous. If he wanted to touch us so badly, I can surely oblige him!" She laughs as a thin layer of green poison oozes from her skin. "Oh dear. And I just took a bath. Oh well!"

This would be the Toxic Skin racial trait. Don't touch the grippli ;)

Yorad stretches in the tub for a long while, long after the water has cooled, thoughts of Sheela in his mind. Ahhh...very easy on the eyes, but seems a tad...loose. Oh well. It would never work between us.

Once he is finished he washes his clothes in the tub and scrubs them clean as best he can, leaving them to dry. Grabbing a spare shirt and pants out of his pack, he dons them and soon rejoins the others.

"Morning ladies!" He nods in greeting. "Seems like a good plan to me. I'll make sure she doesn't make a break for it."

Back in her room Corona happily scrubs and splashes around in her tub, taking inspiration from Mort to sing and hum a little song she remembered learning as a child.

~Rubber Ducky, you're the one....~

Some time later after she's properly washed, dried, and dressed, she steps back into the hallway where the rest of her friends are discussing what to do with the captured and unconscious ninja. "New Friend Sophia's idea could work," she nods. She looks at the nagaji curiously. "Could you really eat something as big as a human head? That would be something to see!"

Then she glances around and notices that there's still a bit of a mess in the hallway due to the earlier head-punting. "Um...we should probably tell the workers about the blood on the floor. And the bodies. And let them know that sometimes their tubs have ninjas."
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It just occurred to me, did we really just leave dead bodies, severed heads, and blood all over the place while we all went back to our baths? If so, that's hilarious!

"I don't know if i can. I mean, i can swallow larger chunks of food than the average human, but contrary to a python, i can't swallow -that- much. But she might now know that.", Sophia adds with a small smile.

I agree with Corona's ooc comment. :)

"Oh. I thought they would have cleaned it up already, frankly." Sheela notes. "In some of the houses I've been in, servants show up hourly to drag drunks out of the building. I'll tell the host to clean things up."

Sheela hustles downstairs to inform the staff of the fight and the resulting mess.

Sheela hustles downstairs. The bar is still serving, and the chubby proprietor with the walrus-like sideburns is back behind it. He smiles as she comes forward. "Yes, Miss. What can we do for you? Do you need us to clear the tubs and turn down the beds, or are you looking for a late dinner?" He gestures to the kitchen. "We still has soup, we does. Hot cheese bread too, and cinnamon apples for them's that like them."

"Ah, greetings, sir. We do need the tubs cleared. And those cinnamon apples sound rather tasty..." Stay on point, Sheela. "But! There was...a fight upstairs. We need someone to clean out some bodies...maybe it's better you come upstairs before you send any staff."

"If you have any fruits that have an especially red color of juice, we could use some of those too."

Mort takes his time to finish his bath, he's a big guy with lots of blood spatter to scrub off. He washes his clothes in the tub once he's finished, wrings them out the best he can and hangs them to dry. Seeing how he's out of clothes for now he wraps a towel around his waste and ponders his predicament.

He pokes his head out from his room when he hears people coming out. "You know... I've got a problem, my clothes are all wet and well, that's all I have. If you see the walrus looking guy can you ask about getting them dried or maybe some spares?" Just then his stomach lets out a loud rumble "You guys hungry? Damn I don't think I've eaten most of the day. Room service and we can talk about things?" He waves at Hiro if he's still in the hallway.

"Bodies?!" The walrus-looking proprietor runs up the stairs, and then stops dead in his tracks. He pales as he looks at the two headless ninja bodies and hall covered in blood. Then he turns to Sheela, waving his arms as he encompasses the whole mess. "What did you do here?!"

"To be fair, the people ambushed us while we were taking a bath. Planned to take our lives. One of our guests was quite upset they ambushed us at a private time. We had to defend ourselves."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

"One of the attackers is still alive and we planned to figure out why they attacked us, and why THEY made a mess of things." Sheela is quick to shift blame.

"Oh, your bath oils were lovely, by the way."

"A meal does sound good," Corona agrees. "As for clothes, maybe New Friend Yorad can loan you some? If not, I'm sure this place has some sort of laundry service!"

Yorad nods in reply to Corona, though there is a note of uncertainty in his voice. "Uhhh...sure...though my clothes are no where near as pretty as yours. Just a stury wool shirt, and pants is all I got to spare."

"Clothing is a social contract, anyway. Just wear something before people yell at you." Sheela mumbles.

Mort noticing the owner, ties his towel tightly around his waist and heads down the hall in time to hear him and Sheela 'discussing' things. "What we DID here was defend ourselves from these assassins that were conveniently waiting in our bathtubs. Bathtubs that your attendants just filled and told us were ready. So I believe the better question might be.. what did YOU do?"Diplomacy Aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Mort gives him the questioning look while he holds his towel "Oh, and do you guys have laundry service or somewhere I could maybe get a spare set of clothes while mine dry?" His demeanor shifting, or trying to.

"Assassins... in OUR bathtubs?!" The man sputters. "We have NEVER had assassins in our bathtubs! Come with me! We'll be talking to our staff, yes we will!"

He takes you all to a staff room and tries to open the door. "That's funny. It's locked. It's never locked!"

Want to give me a strength check to push through the door? Hiro is happy to help.

Annoyed serpent girl (str check): 1d20 ⇒ 20

Sophia, to everyone's surprise, slams the door open! It's hanging in the frame on only one hinge now.

Inside are the crumpled and slumbering bodies of four inn servants, all with darts in their neck. Three of them are missing their grey maid outfits, and are dressed only in their underwear.

The proprietor's eyes bug out. "My door! My staff! What's going on here?!" He runs to his staff members and kneels. "Are they going to be all right? I runs a nice place, I does. This... This makes no sense."

"I've got a crowbar back in the room... " As Sophia blasts the door open. "Or a Sophia, that works too." Mort looks at Yorad and flexes his bicep and points and nods at Sophia.

Mort uses Study Target on the owner. He'd be using it anyone we deal with in a 1/1 manner. Sense Motive to see if this guy is really surprised or if something is up. Sense Motive + Study: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 1 = 19