Khavakra looks at the gamblers losing money with fascination.
These fools... don't they know the house always wins?
She shakes her head and keeps watching.
Stitches will vacate the gambling table he has and move to the side of the casino, hoping to have a good show before he leaves.
The dance was done to a rather slow and languorous and allowed her to do something sensuous. Her performance could have been better, she wasn't familiar with her co dancers...yet, and it made an impact as they flinched away from her more forward touches. When all was said and done she hoped she succeeded, she was more than willing to go through with being a part of the pot for the night, but it didn't mean she was going to make it easy for them.
All eyes on cards, games, or dancers...
As the girls dance, all of you notice a thin Chelish man "bump" into a serving girl as he stands suddenly. "How clumsy of me." You hear him say. Nessa and Khavakra catch his companion, the woman with the eye patch, shut her eyes, along with four other brutish characters who had not been watching the tiefling's performance or actively gambling.
The man, Angvar, whips out a scroll and rattles off a spell.
Oh a scroll, I wonder what- Stitches starts to think, but alarm startles him into action.
"Stop! Magic is against the rules!" Khavakra shouts, hopefully loud enough to alert the other bouncers.
Nessa cried out in anger when the scroll was whipped out and the spell cast. How DARE he! she thought. She looked right at him and was about to start yelling when the spell went off.
Zoja takes another sip of her drink and scans the card tables, looking for one that seems to have nobody at it who seems to really know what they're doing.
Valai, Nessa, Stitches, you recognize the spell pyrotechnics.
One of the braziers explodes in a bright flash of light, blinding most in the hall. The eye-patched woman stands up and shouts: "Alright, folks, drop to the floor! Do anything else, you die!"
"I can't see!" Valai hisses. "Anyone? Anyone at all?"
The Elf gropes about blindly.
Nessa realized what the spell was just a moment too late and was blinded by the sudden flare of light. She began to curse and rant in the same foul sounding language she'd used before and dropped to her knees while she tried to get her sight back. She was sooo going to make someone pay for this.
The thugs begin to move about, going for those who either have noticeable jewelry or higher quality items. The two ringleaders stay by their table, overseeing the heist.
Zoja, Stitches, and Khavakra, you are not blinded. What do you do?
Kavakhra glances over at Larur for a moment, and gives him the nod.
She turns back to the woman with the eyepatch.
"These things are not yours. And we do not tolerate robbery in this house."
Kavakhra pulls out a strange device that looks like a grain thresher, but with an extra link and bar. She steps south towards the closest robber and begins swinging!
She swings the bars but the robber ducks under the blow.
Stitches pops a vial out of his pocket and downs it, letting the magic flow through him. He moves around the table to stand next to Valai.
"Pardon me." he says, his voice squeaky yet surprisingly polite. "Please remain calm, the blindness will fade."
"Point me at an enemy," Valai says, thrusting out a hand. "Help me aim!"
Nessa finally began to calm down as the initial shock of being blinded passed. She reigned herself in and became very calm and very pissed off. The thieves were in for a very bad night once she could see them, after all a calm and angry Calistrian was a huge threat to whoever ticked her off.
The thug Khavakra attacked "Thug 2" responds in kind, swinging his short sword at her.
Thug 1 comes over to assist his comrade, taking a swing at Khavakra.
Thug 3, seeing that the ratfolk had not been blinded, decided to deal with what he saw as a threat and leapt at Stitches.
The one who cast pyrotechnics, Angvar, approaches the chest full of the prize money and casts another spell from the foot of the stage. As the words leave his mouth, the chest shimmers before turning into a 2-D, cloth-like object.
Khavakra twirls her Dendar-Durük and strikes at the foes before her.
"Do you like that, thief?"
The one who cast pyrotechnics, Angvar, approaches the chest full of the prize money and casts another spell from the foot of the stage. As the words leave his mouth, the chest shimmers before turning into a 2-D, cloth-like object.
When Khavakra sees this, she frowns.
"Nessa! Grab that cloth thing! Don't let him get to it!"
@ the Blind: Unfortunately, this is round two, you are still blinded. Next round you will see again.
@ Khavakra: The thieves cannot answer, as they are well on their way to Pharasma's Boneyard, their bodies twisted unnaturally from the force of your blows (your damage output).
@ Stitches: You're up!
Khavakra looks up from the two unconscious men.
"Who's next?"
Nessa turned her head towards Khavarka's voice and said, "What cloth? I can't see s~~*!"
Valai tries to home in on the sound of the spellcaster. As soon as she is at least slightly certain of where he might be, she extends a hand in his direction and casts magic of her own!
A thin stream of grease materializes an inch from your fingertips, growing in size as it makes contact with the stage. Angvar had just gotten up and, as he stands, slips on the grease and falls back onto the hall's floor. As his falls an audible crack is heard and those who can see notice his right arm is bent at an unnatural angle.
As he screams in pain, those of you who were blind suddenly can see again.
Edit Oh, and the wizard's prone.
As the wizard went down Nessa began to see through the spots in her vision. She rose from her position on her knees and glared at the attackers. She looked at where the cloth thing was and spoke a few words while looking at the cloth then caused it to float into her open hand.
Valai sights the nearest thief who is still standing upright, and just waves her hands at them in a brusque, dismissive gesture.
Unlike most such gestures, this one causes a ray of strobing, purplish light to shoot towards her target!
In the chaos, people either run, hide, or are knocked out. Rising up out of this mess three patrons - a catfolk, another tiefling, and a half-elf - ready themselves to defend the gala along with the elf, tiefling, and "dwarf".
Not exactly what I was expecting. Chalkou thinks, as chaos erupts in the gambling hall, and smells familiar and exotic swirl around him. I came to see if this fool was consorting with devils, and instead he's about to be the victim of an old fashioned robbery. Well, I'm not about to stand by and watch this. With that, the catfolk springs into action, pushing himself to dash quickly across the front of the stage. Positioning himself between the two foes, he slashes at the downed man with his claws.
Elek heads through the Wharf District to the casino, ’Good, there is a line at the door already.’ Getting in line he notices the elf doing tricks and then the tussle up front that seemed to be dealt with by a dwarf in line also. ’Well, it already looks to be an interesting evening.’
Paying his cover charge, Elek, moves around the casino, watching the different games, the customers and the staff. As the bells toll, and the lights drop, Elek begins to move to the main stage, smiling as the ‘cultist’ come out. ’Well, Saul knows how to put on a show.’
Focusing on the reaction of the crowd as Saul begins to speak, Elek looks up and sees the two ‘succubi.’ He does a double-take looking at the blonde in the opaque outfit with the tiara like headdress. ’Smart move, letting the tieflings natural beauty to shine through, but why does she look so familiar.’
Moving around the crowd again, Elek notices that the dwarf who ‘dealt with’ the tussle was also working as a bouncer, ’Blast, I hope they will need a fourth.’
He again looks to the stage noticing the elf doing a quality ‘magic show’. ’That’s the elf that was doing tricks in the line. She’s very talented as well, and the distractions mess with the focus of the gamblers. Saul clearly knows what he’s doing, I wonder why he was having trouble.’
When Saul announces that the ante has been upped with the inclusion of the tiefling named Nessa, ’Wow, is the game that rigged or should I have started gambling.’ He stops near the stage and watches the tiefling’s show; not noticing the activity across the room until the Tiefling cries out in anger.
”What the crap?” Grasping his ‘walking stick’ he lifts it to his shoulder. Then one of the braziers explodes in a bright flash of light, blinding him.
Rubbing his eyes, Eleks vision begins to return. He notices the thug to his right, standing near the stage. He studies the thug for a moment, smiling a wicked smile. ”Well, I wanted to impress Saul. Guess it’s going to be at your expense.” He lifts his club, stepping forward and swings it at the thieves head.
Nessa was quite pleased when the cloth reached her outstretched hand and rolled it up before tucking it between her breasts for safe keeping. With that done she said a few words in the same dark and twisting language she'd used before and gestured to send a bolt of raw energy slamming unerringly into the spellcaster's body.
Felina had hoped she'd be able to make some money off of the poor unfortunate saps at the Gold Goblin. Perhaps even get a job there to fix games in the casino's favor. The ensuing attack was not what she had anticipated.
The flash had blinded her but hearing what was going on she came to the quick conclusion that there was a heist going on. While she couldn't quite see who was attacking she knew defending herself was first priority.
With that her hand went for the censer hanging from her belt. As she did vapors started coming out of the many holes in the implements bottom and coalesced into a radiant eagle directly in front of her. She mentally commanded it to defend her.
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The venom green bolt of energy drove home into the prone wizard's chest, killing him instantly. The eye patch wearing woman cried out in dismay as the rest of the thieves made it out the doors. Turning to Nessa, tears running from her good eye, she tried to get past Chalkou but could not. She too tried to flee but found herself cornered by Felina and Khavakra.
Seeing this, she dropped her weapons and held up her hands, getting down on her knees as the tears continued to flow.
Nessa was pleased to see her bolt of magic take down teh wizard and even more intrigued to see teh woman's eye tear up at his death. It seemed that the two were more than just partners but maybe lovers as well. With teh flight of her companions and the woman's capture Nessa sauntered towards her and said, "That wasn't a smart idea, attacking the casino. You ruined my fun." She looked down at the dead wizard briefly, "It seems you've paid for your attempt though. Why did you think it was worth risking this loss?"
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