Dead Reckoning

Game Master Kruelaid

Domo's eyes go wide as Akilara bends over backward. "Wow! She might even be more limber than Master Ping!"

One of the boisterous toughs next to the Varisians gets up and staggers over to the band, pleading for a song he loves.

He turns and moves back to join his friends, but staggers and falls toward Cordoba.

For Hoktsu and Domo, we use group init. The first person to post an init roll sets it for everyone.

Once init is rolled I'll post the description and start the surprise round. Only Cordoba and Hoktsu have surprise actions... and lucky for Cordoba that is.

>>>>>MAP<<<<<

AK is Akilara
B denotes the musicians.
P denotes patrons.
The toughs all have numbers.

One of the boisterous toughs next to the Varisians gets up and staggers over to the band, pleading for a song he loves.

FREEBIRD!

Smoke on the Water.

Cordoba checks the person. He thinks poison but keeps the thought to himself. Fortunately, he himself hasn't eaten a morsel yet. He is prepared in case the fallen man is merely playing possum.

"This man needs help! Send for the doctor!"

And the guys on the other table will blame our group for their companion's distress. Prepare to relieve them of their worries in this life.

He fell toward you staggering, Cordoba, read your spoiler last page. He's not on the ground, just crouched low enough to drive his envenomed dagger into your side.

You guys are going to regret it if I have to roll init. I'm feeling really unlucky right now.

I assume you just need a straight d20 roll for initiative?

1d20=12

Domo has a +4 to Initiative, Dex 18.

'Oh boy , fight time !'
Hotsumisso begins to incant a Summon Nature's Ally II

Pharasma , there was no mention of a dagger in your spoiler

Read it; Init 19 due to Group Initiative rolled by Brother Domo.

The Deceiver notices the envenomed dagger and strikes first with his empty hand, meaning that he hasn't violated the rule of the house.

"I see your dagger!"

Melee Touch Attack 1d20+4=15, Bleeding Touch Damage 1d6=3, Sneak Attack Damage 1d6=4

If the attack hits, the thugs starts to bleed; no save mentioned in the rulebook.

Surprise Round

I'll put their numbers and classes in when you start to figure out what's going on.

I've got the would be assassin, then Cordoba, then Hoktsu. Everyone else is surprised.

Melee order

23 Human Attacking Cordoba
22 Half Elf
19 The Deceiver: Init +7 (DEX 16)
18 Human
17 Half Elf
16 Brother Domo: Init +4 (DEX 18)
15 Aref Sami Sharokh: Init +3 (DEX 16)
15 Orc
15 Human
14 Sydley Hentooth: Init +2 (DEX 14)
13 Hoktsumisso: Init +1 (DEX 13)
13 Rackham Pulsifer: Init +1 (DEX 13)
13 Jon Qiang: Init +1 (DEX 12)

Hold on, got a meeting here at work.

"I see your dagger!"

Melee Touch Attack 1d20+4=15, Bleeding Touch Damage 1d6=3, Sneak Attack Damage 1d6=4

Roger that. He tried to sneak attack you but you got the perception on him, so nobody gets their sneak.

No sneak attack damage. Anyways, the rest of the patrons should attack the other guys, otherwise we're screwed. Enjoy the meeting ;D

You have 7, they have 6. Draka might jump in, too, but I never rolled him up, I wonder if he has some PC class... monk maybe, lol. The meeting was soul destroying.

The rogue lashes out at Cordoba with a punching dagger but finds only empty air: Punching dagger: 1d20+6=12, damage: 1d4+1=2

Cordoba:

The rogue cackles at The Deceiver: "Welcome to Katheer, Cordoba. Hahaha ahahHAHAHAHhaha!"

Melee Touch Attack 1d20+4=15, Bleeding Touch Damage 1d6=3, Sneak Attack Damage 1d6=4

Cordoba reaches out at the rogue's neck and a gout of blood sprays forth across the food and drinks.

Hoktsumisso next. Then Round 1.

"Vass!!!"

As stated , Hoktsumisso will begin to incant a Summon Nature's Ally II

By gosh, you see it now.

Round 1: Cantina Carnage

Seated on the adjacent mat there appear to be 4 fighters. One of them, the orc (maybe half orc) has the look of a cleric or shaman. Another of the 4, the second half elf among them, has the look of a desert dweller. Also, a black skinned Mwangi man turns toward you... the whites of his eyes are not white at all, but blood red.

23 Human Rogue (counter 6)
22 Half Elf Psi Warrior (counter 1)
19 The Deceiver: Init +7 (DEX 16)
18 Human (counter 5)
17 Half Elf (counter 2)
16 Brother Domo: Init +4 (DEX 18)
16 Ryor: Init +4 (DEX 18)
15 Aref Sami Sharokh: Init +3 (DEX 16)
15 Orc (counter 4)
15 Mwangi human (counter 3)
14 Sydley Hentooth: Init +2 (DEX 14)
13 Hoktsumisso: Init +1 (DEX 13)
13 Rackham Pulsifer: Init +1 (DEX 13)
13 Jon Qiang: Init +1 (DEX 12)
12 Draka
10 Patrons, Akilara, Musicians, Servers

>>>>>MAP<<<<<

The rogue (G12) lashes out again with the punching dagger.

Punching dagger: 1d20+6=19, damage: 1d4+1=4

It cuts into Cordoba's side... and burns.

DC 11 Fortitude save

Cordoba, if you fail:

A half elf throws off his cloak (#1 @ F19) and narrows his eyes into slits. He seems to be gathering some kind of energy... his skin ripples with a strange power as he flashes out a greatsword with blinding speed.

"Aref! By Sarenrae! Why does this happen when you are here?!?"

<Fumbles for something in his pockets.>

Fort Save 1d20+3=23

Melee Touch Attack 1d20+4=23, Bleed Damage 1d6=6

Five foot step to E11.

"Damn you!" Shouts the Deceiver as he clutches at his wound. He then strikes back with his free hand.

Another arterial spurt sprays out across the floor, Cordoba's assailant starts looking a little pale.

The man with Vass inside him spits out a threat: "Pharasma is a b&%!+, Cordoba, and when I send you to her do me the courtesy of letting her know."

The man (counter 5) at F17 stands and lifts up a heavy flail - the chain rattles as the ball lifts off the floor.

At E17 (counter 2) a wirey man with a slightly elfin face stands, he draws 2 light picks. His cape falls to the floor and he flexes cords of lean muscle and bares his sharpened teeth - his arms, chest and face are covered in snake tattoos.

Domo, Ryor, Aref

"Blasphemy!!!"

<Ryor stands and draws his longsword. He turns to face the tattooed barbarian.>

"Uh-oh."

"ROSHAAAANNN! TROUBLE!"

"Strike him!"

<Having seen an unarmed man attacked by one that seems crazed, Domo vaults to his feet, moves to G11, and attempts to knock the man (not Cordoba) out.>

"Please, sir, there is no call to attack an unarmed man in such a fashion! Please calm yourself!"

Acrobatics (to vault to his feet as part of his move):1d20+10=24

Attack and damage(nonlethal): 1d20+7=19, 1d6+1=7

Brother Domo, you'll like Vass. But not in a good way.

Attack and damage(nonlethal): 1d20+7=19, 1d6+1=7

Domo vaults the mat and drives his palm into the rogue's temple knocking him a few feet back. He snarls at Domo.

Domo:

Aref

<turning briefly to Cordoba, keeping his eye on the possessed man>

"This man, sir, he is not right, is he?"

<turning briefly to Cordoba, keeping his eye on the possessed man>

"This man, sir, he is not right, is he?"

"The man is no more! That is Vass, a fncking demon!"

"The man is no more! That is Vass, a fncking demon!"

"A demon?!? By Cailean, he must be stopped!"

"Draka! Dis is not my fault! I know dese men not a bit! Alak mojady sleaknirim!" Aref points at the greatsword wielding man's weapon while intoning that last part [ooc]Grease on the weapon, DC16 reflex or he drops the weapon. "Surely I cannot be held accountable for dese rabble! Akilara, run my love!"

The Deceiver wrote:

"The man is no more! That is Vass, a fncking demon!"

"A demon?!? By Cailean, he must be stopped!"

"And by Iomedae, they shall be banished to their foul domain!"

Rackham nods at the monk, and prepares to cast a spell.

"The man is no more! That is Vass, a fncking demon!"

<Waving his dagger and smiling theatrically.>

"Really Cordoba, you need to get over this superiority complex. We're not much different, you and I."

"And by Iomedae, they shall be banished to their foul domain!"

In a perfect little girl's soprano: "But I don't want to go home yet, daddy."

"Draka! Dis is not my fault! I know dese men not a bit! Alak mojady sleaknirim!" Aref points at the greatsword wielding man's weapon while intoning that last part [ooc]Grease on the weapon, DC16 reflex or he drops the weapon.

"Where is that blasted ring!"

"ROSHAAAAANNNNN!"

A sheen of oil spreads out over the surface of the greatsword from hilt to tip.

1/2 Elf Psi Warrior. Reflex save vs. grease: 1d20+4=17

The half elf's hands slip on the huge blade for a second, but he gets control over it.

Just give me a couple of hours for the orc and Mwangi, guys

<Waving his dagger and smiling theatrically.>

"Really Cordoba, you need to get over this superiority complex. We're not much different, you and I."

"I don't need therapy! You do!"

"I don't need therapy! You do!"

"Um, sir? I've never fought demons, but I didn't think arguing with them was a very helpful tactic. Perhaps if you knocked the man out, we could remove the demon?"

The Deceiver wrote:

"I don't need therapy! You do!"

"Um, sir? I've never fought demons, but I didn't think arguing with them was a very helpful tactic. Perhaps if you knocked the man out, we could remove the demon?"

"What argument?! This is the fncking prelude to the big fat kill!"

For Brother Domo

For Brother Domo:

The orc stands and grasps a battleaxe. He intones "Rovagug korasumo ghaska..." In the reflection of his blade you see a visage of pure horror reflected, yet not there.

The Mwangi stands and mutters quietly... a shimmering red aura takes shape around him.

Syd, Hoktsu, Pulsifer, Jon.... You guys can go in any order.

A sheen of oil spreads out over the surface of the greatsword from hilt to tip.

1/2 Elf Psi Warrior. Reflex save vs. grease: 1d20+4=17

The half elf's hands slip on the huge blade for a second, but he gets control over it.

Just give me a couple of hours for the orc and Mwangi, guys

He's gotta make that save each round also or drop it. Not sure if that is on my initiative or his for the follow-up saves though so I'll leave that to you.

... so I'll leave that to you.

Rules be damned, I'll do it every round before his action, it'll be easier for me to remember.

"Ahaaah!"

<Draka finds what he was looking for. Hands shaking he removes on of his many rings and replaces it with the one in his pocket.>