"naive stupid."
I don't mind at all ~~
"Look! I am trying to maintain the peace! I haven't drawn any weapons!" As he moves pass the other patrons.
The flail wielding fighter swings at Jon and misses, his flail sinking into the clay floor with a thud and clatter of chain: 1d20+4=9, 1d10+9=10
"Look! I am trying to maintain the peace! I haven't drawn any weapons!" As he moves pass the other patrons.
As you push your way through they scream at you in Kelish and wave daggers in your face, but nobody tries to stab you.
Ryor lunges at the orc, slipping his blade into its shoulder.
<5 foot step to g18, still ringing from that last blow, attacking #1 with lethal intent>
"By Cayden Cailean, evil doer, you will pay for your treachery!"
Flurry of Blows: 1d20+8=21, 1d6+2=5, 1d20+8=23, 1d6+2=8
Domo blows find flesh, yet somehow the warrior's skin seems to absorb the energy, reducing the damage.
"By Cayden Cailean, evil doer, you will pay for your treachery!"
They are evil ? Goody , this mean we can kill and loot them then !
Domo blows find flesh...
Probably gonna refrain from further actions except to head towards Akilara by the safest means to help escort her lovely form to safety.
Probably gonna refrain from further actions except to head towards Akilara by the safest means to help escort her lovely form to safety.
Akilara just ran out, perhaps she is heading upstairs or into the basement.
More importantly one of the Patrons has moved in behind you and has just flashed out a knife. It's a small toothless man with skin like baked leather., he has the hands of a stonemason.
He was looking at your backpack when you glanced back.
The cleric of Rovagug swings at Ryor with all his strength:
Ryor's head flies off. A geyser of blood shoots up and arcs back down onto Syd.
The man behind Aref chuckles: "OOOoooohhhh! Now that was a show."
The cleric of Rovagug swings at Ryor with all his strength:
Ryor's head flies off. A geyser of blood shoots up and arcs back down onto Syd.
The man behind Aref chuckles: "OOOoooohhhh! Now that was a show."
"Alright! That guy just got on my kill list!"
Wolf 1 position E16, not knowing who to attack, attack JON
Att 14 Dam 5 .....
Wolf 2 position E18 attack the human (counter 5) Att 25 damage 8
Wolf 3 position G16 attack the human (counter 5) Att 14 Damage 6
I'll let you judge the trip result , Pharasma
Their work being done ,the wolves go back where they came from
If the human (counter 5) is still alive , Hotsumisso will move to G16 and attack him
Otherwise , he'll move to G19 and attack the psy warrior(counter1)
Attack 24 Damage 9
"Alright! That guy just got on my kill list!"The cleric of Rovagug swings at Ryor with all his strength:
Ryor's head flies off. A geyser of blood shoots up and arcs back down onto Syd.
The man behind Aref chuckles: "OOOoooohhhh! Now that was a show."
Rackham's eyes flash with uncharacteristic anger.
"That one's MINE, Cordoba!"
Probably gonna refrain from further actions except to head towards Akilara by the safest means to help escort her lovely form to safety.Akilara just ran out, perhaps she is heading upstairs or into the basement.
More importantly one of the Patrons has moved in behind you and has just flashed out a knife. It's a small toothless man with skin like baked leather., he has the hands of a stonemason.
He was looking at your backpack when you glanced back.
When Aref's turn comes up.....
"Sons of de B#$$&!!! You vould dare to steal from me! Manifesit sect'segman!" Aref casts summon monster 1 on the defensive 1d20=20 +7 or 8 so I made it well. creating a celestial fire beetle to attack the man.It will bite and attempt to smite him on it's first attack1d20 3=9, 2d4 4=10probably a miss. Please place the beetle where it fits on my turn.
"Alright! That guy just got on my kill list!"The cleric of Rovagug swings at Ryor with all his strength:
Ryor's head flies off. A geyser of blood shoots up and arcs back down onto Syd.
The man behind Aref chuckles: "OOOoooohhhh! Now that was a show."
Rackham's eyes flash with uncharacteristic anger.
"That one's MINE, Cordoba!"
"He's YOURS if YOU kill him first!"
"Baldy! Ryor! You bastard! I'll kill ya!" cries Syd as he looks in horror at the corpse of his friend.
Tears in his eyes, and curses in his throat he slashes wildly at the priest.
The orc roars in reply: "GWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!" The ghastly visage of Rovagug reflected snarls in the blade of his axe.
A toothless man has strolled up behind Aref and was about to cut open his backpack.
Aref is now cursing at him - that was about when Ryor's head flew off.
What just happened:
The orc cleric of Rovagug cut Ryor's head clean off his shoulders.
Both Pulsifer and Aref discover the somewhat clumsy would be thief maneuvering to get into Aref’s backpack. Aref summoned a fire beetle which quickly tore into the the man by the seat of his pants... yet he just kept laughing, “HAHAHAHA, his head popped right off like a maiden plucking an olive! HAHAhahahHAhahaha.”
Hoktsu’s wolves continued their rampage, finally pulling down the flail wielding fighter and tearing out a vital artery - he's out. One of them also bit Jon in the calf. CMB vs DC 16 (size difference), 1d20+1=15, no trip. After their attacks the sands and clay opened up beneath them and the wolves vanished into the earth.
Hoktsu moved toward the psi-warrior and clouted him with a shillelagh.
Syd engaged the orc, stepping over Ryor’s body into the spreading pool of blood - his greatsword was deflected by the orc's breastplate.
Draka to Brother Domo: "Your wound, cenobite. Let me touch it."
Draka reaches to the bleeding gash and presses his hand against it. A flash of light erupts from a ring on his middle finger - heat courses into the wound. Cure moderate wounds for Domo: 2d8+5=12
Patrons continue their shouting and arguing. Some of them are now betting on how long the last two will last, and on whether or not they will kill another.
5-foot-step and slash at the blue one
attack,damage 1d20+8+1=24, 2d6+9+1=20
Jon cuts into his shoulder and chops him down to the breastbone. The Psi-warrior falls. Everyone turns toward the orc, who roars again, calling out to his evil god for aid.
Several patrons begin a knife fight over a lost bet. The toothless thief slashes at the fire beetle but misses.
Round 4: Cantina Carnage
19 The Deceiver: Init +7 (DEX 16) 4 hits taken
16 Brother Domo: Init +4 (DEX 18)
16 Ryor: Init +4 (DEX 18)
15 Aref Sami Sharokh: Init +3 (DEX 16)
15 Orc cleric of Rovagug (counter 4) 10 hits taken
15 Mwangi sorcerer human (counter 3) 17 hits taken
14 Sydley Hentooth: Init +2 (DEX 14) 5 hits taken
13 Hoktsumisso: Init +1 (DEX 13)
13 Rackham Pulsifer: Init +1 (DEX 13)
13 Jon Qiang: Init +1 (DEX 12) 14 hits taken
12 Draka
10 Toothless Thief, Patrons, Akilara, Musicians, Servers
Attack 1d20+4=20, Dagger Damage1d4+2=4, Shock Damage 1d6=5
He's dead. That's the fighter. You want the orc, counter 4.
If Rad doesn't check back in and find out he called the wrong spot, let's take him at E17 attacking the orc - unless he says otherwise.
"Thank you, kind innkeeper!"
<Move to E18 and attacks the Cleric>
"Priest! You serve a vile deity! Repent or face judgement!"
Attack: 1d20+8=22, 1d6+2=3
"He's YOURS if YOU kill him first!"
Rackham nods, almost imperceptibly, then levels his staff at the orcish cleric.
"Thou shalt not suffer the unholy to live!"
A beam of red and blue light erupts from the tip of Rackham's staff, streaking toward the cleric of Rovagug, encasing the orc in burning crimson ice.
Cleric of Rovagug: Reflex 1d20+3=4
The orc seems to be healing before your eyes, and is surrounded in a faint red glow much like you saw swirling about the Mwangi before he disappeared...
But Pulsifer's magic stops... or more correctly freezes him, bringing the fatal encounter to an end.
In Kelish: "See everything is just fine folks. Back to you seats and I'll have Roshan clean up. Don't forget to tell your friends... Draka's, better than the arena!"
Pulsifer and Aref:
The little thief isn't much of a challenge for the fire beetle. It tears a few gashes in him and leaves him on the floor rolling in laughter: "his head almost landed right on the halfbreed! HahahHaHAHHAHAhhhahaha."
"Way to go!" Cordoba tells Rackham.
Draka walks toward the orc, whose feet are locked to the ground.
To those surrounding the orc. "If you will permit me, I shall rid us of this fellow without further bloodshed."
<Draka plays with another of the ornate rings on his finger.>