Antal Hyrgan |
Antal returns to wherever it is that Jametor is hanging out to relay his discovery.
"Well, my elven friend, ask and you shall receive." And with that, he goes into detail about the meeting with a cyphermage that he's arranged for Jametor.
I'm gonna be on the road most of today, so yeah, DMPC as need be.
Randall Quickstep |
Fíriel smiles over at Randall. "It's been a lovely evening, Randall. I must go and visit with my parents this evening; I promised them I'd check in with them. I hope you'll excuse me?"
"Of course. I could walk you there, if you wish."
Fíriel Goldworthy |
Fíriel smiles. "I'd like that."
The two set off, and eventually reach Fíriel's house. "I'll be back in a few hours... I... hope you can forgive me not inviting you in. My parents are... well... they wouldn't understand."
She blushes apologetically.
Randall Quickstep |
Randall smiles, totally expecting her request, "I can't blame them in the least. I will wait nearby. Call out when you are ready to leave. I'm not comfortable with you walking alone back to the Goblin. Or me, for that matter."
"I think I will be safer waiting here than walking back alone. I'll be near." He doesn't touch her lest someone within be watching, just gives her a tentative little wave and steps away.
DM Oladon |
Fíriel Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Jametor Init: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
Njord Init: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3
Randall Init: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
??? Init: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18
Guard Init: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15
Fíriel and Randall make it back just before closing time, and head to the back to sit in a quiet corner with mugs of sarsaparilla. Njord "rests" in one of the nicer guest rooms downstairs, while Jametor and Antal help the staff clean up after the last few patrons. The two bouncers in charge of locking the doors have just done so when there's a flash of something and a moment later, four muscular toughs come crashing through the front windows.
The four on-duty bouncers are taken by surprise and slow to react.
Fíriel, Jametor, and Randall are up.
Jametor Darksbane |
Jametor pulls out a piece of cured leather and with a wave of his hand and a command word, an invisible field of force snaps around him. Mage Armor
Jametor says, "Swiftwing warn the others."
Randall Quickstep |
Fíriel Goldworthy |
DM Oladon |
The four toughs move to engage the guards, though one of them spots the halflings and crows to his comrades, "There they are! Get 'em!"
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
B Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
C Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 = 10
D Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 9
A Confirm: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 2 = 24
Extra Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
One of the guards goes down, while the other manages to parry the blows meant for him. The guards engage in turn, but only one manages to land a hit.
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
G3 Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 = 11
G4 Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 = 8
The party is up.
Jametor Darksbane |
Njord Bjornson |
Njord pauses mid-thrust.
"What was that?" the sweaty ulfen asks with a growl. "It sounded like breaking glass."
Njord Bjornson |
"Har! Has there ever been a better woman", the big man laughs before going back to work.
Randall Quickstep |
Randall Quickstep |
Randall, realizing where the bird is going, hustles over to open the door, drawing the masterwork dagger with the other hand. Which probably uses both of his move actions.
Fíriel Goldworthy |
Fíriel draws a dagger and moves into position behind one of the attackers, stabbing furiously. "I don't know what you're talking about, but you've made a mistake attacking us!"
Attack (flank): 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d3 - 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) - 1 + (6) = 6
DM Oladon |
Antal draws his crossbow and fires at the thug the guard hit.
Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 - 4 = 4
The four attackers continue battling, though the two northern ones decide to take advantage of the flank to try to kill the stabby little dress-wearing halfling.
vs Fíriel: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
vs Fíriel: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 2 = 15
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
This is why dresses are a bad idea. :(
vs G4: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 2 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
vs G4: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 2 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Confirm vs G4: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 2 = 24
Extra Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
The southernmost guard goes down, and his two fellows look rather frightened. They fight bravely, but only one manages to breach his opponent's defenses.
vs B: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 2 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
vs C: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
One of the thugs clutches his wounds and looks woozy, but stays on his feet.
The party is up.
Randall Quickstep |
DM Oladon |
Jametor Darksbane |
Jametor moves forward a few feet and casts Flare at one of the thugs. Exploding the flare in front on his face Dunk Fort DC 14
Swiftwing continues flying to warn Njord. Moved her to next door, wasn't sure it was closed, if closed she will start making a large racket, hoping to alert him.
Randall Quickstep |
Randall tries to get up and over the counter in front of him to get to Firiel's aid more quickly.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14 Yay for no speed penalty!
Hmm, I don't know what my DC was. If that failed, I try again. If it succeeded, I will try to tumble up and flank the thug attacking Firiel, which should allow for a single attack.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 2 = 22 including flank bonus
Damage: 1d3 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + (1) = 4
Either way, I think the movement was successful, just don't know if I had enough actions to attack
DM Oladon |
Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Jametor's target closes his eyes reflexively at the flash, then opens them to glare at the elf. Randall hops over the counter and manages to plant his dagger in the club-wielder's back.
Antal, Fíriel, and Njord are up.
Njord Bjornson |
*Grunt*
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Njord Bjornson |
Njord’s momentum slows as the panicking bird’s squawks are heard.
”What the hell does Swiftwing want? This had better be important…”
Disentangling himself from his partner, Njord gives Sam a grin before moving to the door and popping it open.
”The Goblin had better be on fire or somethin’”
Fíriel Goldworthy |
Fíriel takes a moment to frown sadly at the bloodstains on her lovely dress, then looks up at the monster who did it and stabs at him angrily, but fails to connect.
Attack B (flank): 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 = 10
DM Oladon |
Antal moves forward and tries to frighten the thug between Fíriel and Randall. His target glances over, wide-eyed, and stops attacking. He's casting cause fear.
Will: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1
1d4 ⇒ 3
Seeing Antal bearing down on him, Art the club-wielding thug tries to escape through the window.
Acrobatics vs Randall (DC13): 1d20 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (5) - 1 - 2 = 2
Acrobatics vs Fíriel (DC15): 1d20 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (5) - 1 - 2 = 2
Acrobatics for Window-jumping: 1d20 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 1 - 2 = 10
He provokes from Randall and Fíriel, but manages to get out the window if he survives their attacks.
1d2 ⇒ 2
The other thugs continue their assault. The one between Fíriel and the guard turns his wrath on the latter, while the one with no opponent goes after the wizard.
Attack vs G2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Attack vs G3: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
vs Jametor (charge): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 2 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
The guards try to fight off their attackers, but can't find purchase with their clubs.
vs B: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
vs C: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
The party is up.
Fíriel Goldworthy |
AoO (flanking): 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d3 - 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) - 1 + (2) = 4
The little halfling slices once at the escaping intruder, then turns her attention to the one behind her. He goes down to her knife in his stomach.
vs B (flanking): 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 2 = 13
Damage: 1d3 - 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) - 1 + (5) = 5
Heh, just realized my attack bonus was one too low.
Jametor Darksbane |
DM Oladon |
Antal, did you want to shoot at Dunk or Crack'ems?
Will vs Color Spray: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6
The thug goes down, unconscious.
Njord and Randall are up. Jametor, don't forget Swiftwing... :P
Njord Bjornson |
Njord glares at Swiftwing with a now-is-not-a-good-time look.
Randall Quickstep |
Randall tries to give the exiting thug a going-away present he will remember for the rest of his life.
Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 2 = 24
Damage: 1d3 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + (4) = 6
Confirmation: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 = 13
Crit damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1
Randall Quickstep |
That was the AoO, of course.
"Firiel, you're bleeding! Are you all right?"
Seeing the fight in her eyes - and her dropping the other thug, he decides she's probably fine for the moment and rushes to aid against the remaining thug.
Double move
DM Oladon |
The fleeing thug screams as both daggers strike him hard. He panics and jumps a moment too soon, causing Randall's dagger to bite more deeply. With a gurgle, he falls across the broken windowsill.
Njord is up.
Njord Bjornson |
Njord’s eye grow wide, ”Under attack?!” He looks Samaritha’s way, ”Stay here!”
Failing to spot his sword among the hastily discarded clothing littering the floor, the big sweaty (and very naked) ulfen rushes out into the front room.
”You lot picked the wrong night for this”, half-masted Sven growls with his hands clenched into meaty fists.
Njord Bjornson |
Heh, blame Swiftwing.
Jametor Darksbane |
Swiftwing won't like it you try to blame her, might not pose for you. Plus I pity the haflings who are about the right height to look you right in the one-eyed trouser snake...that's gotta be a bad place..
Njord Bjornson |
It's for the greater good.
Njord Bjornson |
You'd be surprised...