Llewyn decides it's better to go ahead and avoid whatever is happening downstairs. He closes his room's door and bolts the lock. Then he pulls the bed frame over and braces it against the door. Having dressed, he opens the small window and sees the stable roof just below has a nice simple slope in order to get down.
It's like it was meant to be, he thinks to himself. He gathers up his things and gets ready to make the attempt. In the alley, he hears a someone walking on the stones, their boots making a splashy click-clack from the rain. Whoever it is whistles loudly, and Llewyn finds himself suddenly feeling very strange.
The feeling passes, but the whistling pauses for a moment and the footsteps stop. After a brief second, a chuckling echoes down the alley and the whistling continues. The footsteps once again go splishy-splashy, clickity-clack, and they move on down the alley and around the corner.
Llewyn takes a moment as a small wave of dizziness makes his head swim after the strange feeling. He pauses on the sill, a light sprinkle of the rain pattering on his face.
What was that?
Down the hallway, the two gnomish companions of Veliar, go racing down the stairs magic dancing on their fingertips. Others take Llewyn's example and barricade themselves inside their rooms...though not everyone is willing to try their luck escaping out their windows.
Bold means currently has an available action.
(U)=Upstairs, (D)=Downstairs
Miyari(D)=21
Scarred woman(D)=21
Lurker(D)=21
Ali(D)=20
Sneaker(D)=20
Armin(D)=19
Glen(D)=19
Rorme (Silent one)(D)(stunned)=15
Llewyn(U)=13
Arielle(U)=12
Mouthpiece(D)=12
Kalica(U)=11
Brokk(D)=10
Giggles(D)=4
"Rhaich!" Kalica swears in Elven trying to remain calm within a chaotic storm of people. She looks at Ali and nods then looks at the crowd.
She seems overwhelmed by the sea of people before her. She peers through the crowd trying to find an opening that she can run unhindered through to get to the bar unscathed.
She then whispers to Ali, "If I fall, you are to run to the bar and go through the door. Do not wait for me. Understand?" She then waits patiently for an opportunity of an opening to present itself while fending off anyone that might hinder them in the process.
"You are not going to fall!" Ali whispers softly into her long ears, as they are stuck in the throng. "Especially not with tha' clodding great big feet." Ali tries to add a bit of levity in the serious situation.
Miyari's ears swivel towards the half-elf as he calls the woman whose name has slipped her mind and Arielle. Well, if she trusts him, then that should be good enough... she does not seem quite the trusting sort. The darkly furred woman gestures to Glen that she is going to go with Corinne towards the door, with the suggestion that he come when he is able and that she will wait for him there. Or at least she tries to convey that message using some kind of ad hoc gesture message.
Hoping that the goblin is as good at charades as he is at investigating, the catfolk continues to move silently, crouched slightly so that she can better weave through the crowd with feline grace, limboing beneath a swung chair. Fortunately, the weapons being used are not built to be weapons and the combatants involved are not so well trained. When she gets closer to what's-her-name and Arielle, she nods firmly again to offer her assistance. Or at least to cover their rear.
Brokk looks at his fallen foe and begins to walk away. The bar itself is a madhouse and he loved it. He began pushing his way to the last place he remembered dropping his gear, the bar, in hopes it had been placed somewhere around there. The revelers made movement difficult and he had to keep his gaurd up in anticipation for anything. As he got to the bar he searched for his gear or that mischievous gnome Jellink.
In Brokk's path, a man making cawing sounds like a crow is on the back of a younger man and acting like he's getting a piggy back ride while beating the younger about the ears. The younger man is doing his best to dislodge the crazed shop worker, but unfortunately trips over a long stick. Wait! It's the haft of Brokk's warhammer fallen over. And there's his pack and other gear laying on its side under the stool!
Roswitha yanks the pillow from atop her head, abandoning all hope of sleep given the din downstairs. Bolting up from the bed, she strides to the door, yanks it open, and screams:
Roswitha sees a man laying slumped against one wall of the hallway, blood (his presumably) on the floor and damage to the wooden wall next to the man's head. There is very little doubt something is very wrong in the Dragon's Rest.
Miyari makes some gestures at Glen that he has clearly seen before, and he understands perfectly. There are definitely some benefits to having solved many mysteries together.
Now even the landing is spilling with people brawling and fighting. It's chaos in the Dragon's Rest.
The giggling woman seems to have been swept away from Ali and Kalica by the press of bodies, and is not specifically in view among the press of flesh.
(U)=Upstairs, (D)=Downstairs
Roswitha(U)=22
Miyari(D)=21
Scarred woman(D)=21
Lurker(D)=21
Ali(D)=20
Sneaker(D)=20
Armin(D)=19
Glen(D)=19
Rorme (Silent one)(D)(stunned)=15
Llewyn(U)=13
Arielle(U)=12
Mouthpiece(D)=12
Kalica(U)=11
Brokk(D)=10
Giggles(D)=4
The half-elf uses his axe to parry one end of a broken chair and solidly smacks the the owner with the haft knocking the old man senseless.
"From where are all these people coming?" he asks the cosmos in disbelief. "One would think every building along the street outside has suddenly been emptied only to come for the inn!"
Congratulating herself for always sleeping clothed in a strange inn (against occurrences precisely like this one), Roswitha whispers a brief phrase, tangling her fingers in a complex, knuckle-popping motion. A barely-visible shimmer coats her form closely. She stops to grab her pack, unwilling to leave it unguarded in her room, and pick up her crossbow.
Kalica focuses on making her way to the bar. Once she does get to the bar she will lift Ali off her shoulder and place him on the other side of the bar. Then her plan is to hop over the bar herself.
Miyari waits until Corinne and Arielle move closer to the door to follow. If they manage to make their way out of the main room, she stays in the doorway both to wait for Glen and to make sure that nobody pursues.
She continues to weave through the crowd without any difficulty, sidestepping attacks and dashing between people whenever an opening appears.
After such talk of dying and death, Ali focuses of that spark of essence that he feels deep inside all living things. Pushing out his own essence he creates a Life Link. As they approach the bar, the youth with try to crawl off Kalica with a small snort at the way he's being man-handled like a child.
Letting the rain pull him from his daze Llewyn takes a moment.
Is this the best option? Well I'm already out here.
(U)=Upstairs, (D)=Downstairs
Roswitha(U)=22
Miyari(D)=21
Scarred woman(D)=21
Lurker(D)=21
Ali(D)=20
Sneaker(D)=20
Armin(D)=19
Glen(D)=19
Rorme (Silent one)(D)=15
Llewyn(U)=13
Arielle(U)=12
Mouthpiece(D)=12
Kalica(U)=11
Tracker (unconscious)(U)=11
Brokk(D)=10
Giggles(D)=4
Foamer (unconscious)(D)=2
Roswitha: The hallway is eerily empty with the exception of the injured man dressed in suspicious garb.
Llewyn: Unfortunately, the ledge proves to be a tad slippery. Llewyn slips and bumps his head on the ledge enough to make him stars.
The bard lands on the sloping roof and finds himself sliding fairly slowly toward its edge. The stars fade in enough time for him to reach out and stop his momentum. From there it will be an easy drop to the ground.
Miyari: Occasionally, Arielle's guardian flickers, and while no one else knows what this might mean (or even remember), after their private conversation, Miyari can't help but know exactly what this means. With the help of her power and the adept half-elf Veliar, the scarred-faced woman moves through the press of people with relative ease.
Armin and Glen: Quite suddenly, a laughing woman steps in leaps up onto the elevated perimeter. Kicking a young man who appears to be dressed in a nightgown in the face and knocking him senseless, she adroitly bounces off the banister and lands before Armin and Glen effectively splitting the group on the raised section. She raises her sword in a perfect stance for the dueling student she is. Her eye on falls on Glen, and she bursts into giggles as if there is a joke she knows for which the small gnome(?) is the punchline. The gleam of violent madness is evident in her. She makes ready to attack.
Brokk: Behind Brokk, somehow he can feel someone looking at him. Glancing back, he can see his "dance partner" getting to his feet. The once called Rorme reaches for his discarded sword all the while staring Brokk down.
Kalica and Ali: "You two! Keep that end of the bar clear!" The deep baritone of Broquart the innkeeper rings out as he gestures to the pair at that end of the bar. He klonks the head of a middle-aged woman dressed in the gaudy garb of a street walker. "If they get back here, we'll all be done for."
Armin was not typically in the business of striking strangers unprovoked, so perhaps it was a good thing that this woman was so blatantly dangerous. More importantly, she was in his way.
The android stomps toward the laughing woman, trying to push his way past the people who were crazy in another way entirely. Along the way something shatters against his head - a mug, or cup, or gods knew what. Whatever it was, it disoriented him just enough for the wild swing he unleashes on his target to miss.
"Aye!" Ali calls loudly above the hubub of the common room, before replying for to hear;
He stands on the bartop, looking a bit abashed, since it's his first time doing this sort of thing. Getting ready to push anyone who looks too aggressive away with his long slender legs.
Llewyn spots the figure in the doorway and does his best to lean against the wall out of sight, getting a bearing on the person. If someone is coming out of the raucous inside he might not want to tangle with them unprepared.
Brokk: Brokk dashes the few feet to his equipment and scoops up the pack and kicks the haft of his massive hammer up, adroitly grasping it with his thick fingers. Spinning on his heel, Brokk ducks a wild swing from a pudgy middle aged woman who is subsequently tackled by one of the insurgence members clearing the space between the dwarf and the eerily quiet man.
He grins at Brokk, his teeth bloody as something in his mouth was clearly damaged from their previous tussle. The effect is extremely menacing. To make matters worse, Brokk begins to hear a strange chiming bell in his head that rings at fairly regular intervals.
Glen: There is little doubt why the giggly woman is glaring at Glen, his crossbow bolt is still protruding from her side. She does not seem to be hampered by it however. Her attention is pulled away from him when Armin brings in his wild attack. Armin splits off the edge of the table with the impact of the blow.
With her attention now on the hulking brute, Glen takes the opportunity to duck under the table.
Moving under the damaged furniture, Glen is able to take cover. Now he must decide if he should attack the woman as well.
(U)=Upstairs, (D)=Downstairs
Roswitha(U)=22
Miyari(D)=21
Scarred woman(D)=21
Ali(D)=20
Armin(D)=19
Glen(D)=19
Rorme (Silent one)(D)=15
Llewyn(U)=13
Arielle(U)=12
Mouthpiece(D)=12
Kalica(U)=11
Tracker (unconscious)(U)=11
Brokk(D)=10
Giggles(D)=4
Foamer(D)=2
The scarred woman stops for a second and glances back at Armin and Glen with concern, but Veliar tugs on her sleeve.
"Sorry!" she says and turns to follow the half-elf as he pushes a pair grappling and punching one another out of the way. Arielle closes her eyes.
Kalica/Ali: "Broquart! We can't stay here!" Jellink yells. She points to the door as more and more people seem to be pouring in, the touch of madness evidence in their eyes. The rebellious faction which had initially been successful in stemming the tide of the mob is being overwhelmed as more folks enter the Dragon's Rest. The big innkeeper looks around at his establishment with a stricken look.
"I'll fix it all later! We have to get out!" the magenta-haired gnome yells at him. A hard expression appears on Broquart's face. He nods once and says, "Anyone not crazy, get out the back!"
The man who had been foaming at the mouth sits up holding his head. "Wha-what's going on?" He looks around in utter confusion and disorientation.
Roswitha: A rather pretty half-orc comes running up the stairs looking over her shoulder with a frightened expression. She looks up in surprise to see the armed Roswitha standing in the doorway to a room. She puts up her hands in a poor mimic of a fighting stance trembling all the while.
Armin/Glen:Her laughter becomes more shrill as her sword arm comes up to take advantage of the opening Armin's missed attack provides.
Almost in a mimic of the barbarian's move, the woman shears off a wall mounted oil lamp completely from where it joined with the wood paneling.
Brokk: The man called Rorme charges at the dwarf with his sword poised to strike.
Someone is bodily thrown between Brokk and his opponent disrupting his view. When the visual barrier is passed, the dwarf only has enough time to flinch back reflexively, but the blade's edge still catches his arm inflicting a light wound.
Llewyn: A man's cheerful voice says into the dark rainy night, "Master, look what greatness I have wrought! Master? Are you there?" The voice begins to fade in pitch as Llewyn can clearly tell the person is most likely moving away from him.
Kalica wastes no time. After making her way over the bar she helps the stricken man to his feet. "No time to explain make your way to that door!" She points to the door that everyone is escaping through.
She then turns her attention to Ali. "Ali, let's go before there is no chance to escape!" She offers up her hand to the youth in hopes he will not put off her trying to help him down quickly.
Roswitha snorts as the woman attempts a fighting stance, though she doesn't entirely discount her martial prowess. Half-orcs are nothing to sneeze at when riled. Everyone knows that.
"Rough crowd tonight? You can..." She tries to think of a polite way to say hide. "... guard my room while I go downstairs and settle some people. They're interfering with my beauty sleep, and that's a bad idea." She waves a hand in the direction of her room, which still has the door standing open.
Roswitha: At first, the half-orc seems wary, but then she lets out a sigh of relief when Roswitha sounds and acts sane.
"Go down...? N-no! There be crazies tearin' up the place. We go out another way."
The half-orc points down the hallway behind Roswitha.
"I-I..." she swallows and tries to regain her breath. "I'm Cerwek. I work the tavern. If'n ya want to avoid danger, follow me, 'kay?"
She moves past Roswitha then up the hallway to the end. Seeing the door to Llewyn's room open, she peers in and then goes inside.
Armin grits his teeth, frustrated by his failure. He could not even begin to understand what the woman found so hilarious, but whatever it was just made him angrier. When the woman swings at him and wildly misses, the barbarian follows up with a backswing, swinging just as hard as he did before.
Armin/Glen: For the first time since she appeared the woman stops laughing and cries out in pain. The glimmer of something shows in her eye.
The woman blinks several times and looks around. She sucks in air and slumps against the wall as the pain of the serious wound Armin dealt her seems to take hold. She lets out another squeal of pain as her shoulder with the crossbow bolt makes contact with the wall. The bolt is jammed further into the wound by the action. She looks around the room in astonishment. Confusion and fear war on her face.
Her sword arm dips down, and the movement seems to bring her back to the present—the present being one angry barbarian standing over her.
"P-please...Don't ki—" She suddenly coughs and blood comes up. "Wha-why...?"
It doesn't take an inquisitor to tell the woman is utterly terrified.
One of Roswitha's dark eyebrows rises. "Avoid danger? Tempting, but that seems rather against the spirit of exploration, does it not? After all, if we can't handle a tavern fight, how can we handle taming the wilderness? Stay safe, Cerwek. I'm going to see what's happening down there." And Roswitha heads for the stairway, absently murmuring a phrase. A dark, shadowy figure appears in the hall ahead of her, shedding a weird light that illuminates the hall, despite the figure's dark nature.
Roswitha: The sorcerer sees the massive melee in the tavern below. Blood and smashed furniture seems to be everywhere. The room is nearly unrecognizable.
Kalica/Ali: "What's happening!?" the bewildered man asks frantically. He trips over his fallen sword as Kalica attempt to hustle him out. He bends over and picks it up almost reflexively. When he rights himself, he looks out and sees the silent Rorme attacking Brokk.
"Rorme? What are you doing? What is going on??"
The silent man's eyes flick over to him. The man seems to flinch.
"Rorme...what's wrong with you? Your eyes..."
(U)=Upstairs, (D)=Downstairs
Roswitha(U)=22
Miyari(D)=21
Scarred woman(D)=21
Ali(D)=20
Armin(D)=19
Glen(D)=19
Rorme (Silent one)(D)=15
Llewyn(U)=13
Arielle(U)=12
Mouthpiece(D)=12
Kalica(U)=11
Tracker (unconscious)(U)=11
Brokk(D)=10
Giggles(D)=4
Foamer(D)=2
A sense of satisfaction comes over Armin when his weapon strikes the crazed woman, the impact sending a jolt up his arms. The android smirks, but the expression lasts for only as long as her laughter. He blinks when the woman collapses and begs for her life; that feeling of triumph escapes him, leaving only bewilderment. And in her eyes, where before there had been madness, he could now see only one thing. Fear.
"I am not going to hurt you any more," Armin says calmly, realizing how he must look to the woman.
Roswitha surveys the room, glumly cradling her crossbow. "A party? And nobody invited me? Typical," she mutters to herself, still trying to make sense of the massive confusion in the barroom.
Miyari notices the symbol on Arielle, her face showing pretty plain confusion to anyone who might see her, despite any racial differences in expression. The catfolk raises her blade, seeing that Glen is threatened and blocked off from escape, but just as quickly lowers it just slightly when she sees the woman seeming to surrender after Armin's strike.
"What in the nine hells is even going on here? Why has everyone gone mad?" she wonders out loud, taking a defensive stance and readying herself to wade through the crowd further to aid in Corinne and Arielle's escape.
"Yeah, yeah...." Ali responds to Kalica, putting aside the obvious dangers of the inn whilst trying to figure out what's going on.
To the bewildered man, being careful not to touch him; "You mates been bespelled, as have most in t' Inn. Best thing to do is give 'im a clout on noggin' - bring him to his senses."
Ali starts to move back behind the bar, passing by Broquart.
Ali calls with a brief glance to the fireplace and the abandoned clerk (& his knapsack full of stuff).
Roswitha: The room is in chaos. More and more people seem to be streaming in from the front door and the people trying to fight them are being overwhelmed. Several of them seem to be falling back to and attempting to exit out a back door.
Llewyn, hearing the man move away, turns and moves towards the entrance of the tavern to watch the man go and take a quick peek inside.
"Master, look what greatness I have wrought! Master? Are you there?" What in gods names is happening here?
Brokk:
Brokk feels the anger rising as he feels the sting of Rorme's blade.
[dice=Perception for Rorme to hear "Foamer"]1d20+0[/dice]
Nothing matters to either man or dwarf as they square off against one another.
A passing insurgent attempting to vault the bar bumps the haft of the longhammer in Brokk's hands throwing his powerful swing off by a hair. The head of the hammer slams into an overturned bar stool rendering it into kindling. Rorme makes no notice of how close he came to being utterly brained. No regard for anything resides in his crazed eyes.
Glen: Seeing the woman who was attacking them suddenly collapse, Glen can't help but be intrigued. Her confusion and subsequent panic proved something else was happening, something yet undiscovered.
"Another mystery? Or is it already linked to what we have seen," the goblin mumbles to himself. Popping out from underneath the table, he approaches the downed woman. "You can't stay here. I know you're scared and hurt, but if you just lie there, it will mean your death. We're trying to get out of here, so come with us. I greatly wish to hear what you can tell me about this."
The woman starts to insist she doesn't know anything, but Glen raises a pointy finger. "Save your strength. We should go."
Turning to Armin, the investigator cocks his head and says, "You should probably carry her. She probably won't make it out on her own."
Llewyn:
The voice and footsteps continue on unabated. Llewyn approaches the door and looks in. He sees the a storeroom filled with ale kegs and vats. Apparently the proprietor had a couple of his own brews in addition to some kegs of beer from other places. A couple figures seem to be exiting the main bar into the storeroom.
Looking on wildly as Brokk misses the crazed man, his knuckles white on the brass piping surrounding the bar Ali calls out; "Mr Dwarf, jus' either clout 'im or git theesenth owt."
The gangly young lad, proceeds to move down past the pumps following Kalica, Jellink and Broquart. He grabs bewildered man's arm; "Come on, mister."
Bold means currently has an available action.
(U)=Upstairs, (D)=Downstairs, (O)=Outside
Roswitha(U)=22
Miyari(D)=21
Scarred woman(D)=21
Ali(D)=20
Armin(D)=19
Glen(D)=19
Rorme (Silent one)(D)=15
Llewyn(O)=13
Arielle(D)=12
Mouthpiece(D)=12
Kalica(D)=11
Brokk(D)=10
Giggles(D)=4
Foamer(D)=2
Roswitha: It is clear it would be rather dangerous to try and cross the room. Most of the people in the room are behaving erratically and violently without order or purpose like they are all simply crazy. On the far end of the room at the bar, people seem to attempting to retreat out of a back door. Suddenly a crazed yell draws Roswitha's attention to a wild-eyed man charging up the stairs with a full bottle of wine being wielded as a club. A gnome in a nightgown thrusts his hand out, and the crazed man simply falls to the floor bonelessly. A heavy snore begins to erupt from him.
"How should we get out of here, Dongle?" the gnome says to another gnome next to him.
Llewyn:
Everyone else: The melee seems to intensify as the mob of crazed people are now fighting each other having subdued or killed the insurgents or other guests who have not already retreated to the upstairs or towards the exit behind the bar. The last bastion of sanity, the bar itself, has some of the insurgents' most capable fighting men and women outside of some of the bar staff themselves.
The scarred woman glances back towards Armin and Glen and is relieved they no longer seem to be in combat with the dangerous sword wielding woman. The half-elf Veliar heads out the back door and looks around. Seeing no immediate threat as only a few of the staff and insurgents seem to be securing the room, he motions to Corinne and moves out of sight probably towards an exit into the night. She follows clutching Arielle tightly. The girl seems to be somewhere else as the sigil on her forehead continues to brighten.
As Miyari follows, she can clearly see the flying dwarf from earlier and another dueling student locked in combat just in front of the bar area. Kalica and her friend Ali are already behind the bar and Ali is tugging on the arm of an upset student who is yelling to the one fighting the dwarf.
"Snap out of it, Rorme!"
Llewyn hears the noise and turns to face it. He maneuvers himself into a position in which he'll have the jump on whoever it is that topples out after him. He'd been caught unaware enough for one night.
Llewyn:
The sounds above of someone skittering down the stable roof come to a halt, and Llewyn hears someone's ragged breathing. After a couple seconds, a timid voice says, "Is someone down below?" Llewyn can just make out a crouched form looking down from the roof. Where he's positioned himself makes it hard for the person to see him.
The voice sounds an awful lot like Cerwek the waitress. Llewyn can also hear more people entering the back storeroom and are now approaching the door near where he's crouched.
"Run if you wish, boy, my night has just started!" Brokk proclaimed with a menacing grin. "I can't remember such a beautiful day!" The holes in his hammer cause a loud whistle as he swings his hammer.
Brokk howls in mad delight as his opponent buckles over in pain.
I am still on the old map on Roll20, so can't see this. Where are the gnomes in relation to me? on the stairs below my position? Or are they on the main floor?
"Dongle, might I suggest up the stairs and down the corridor to the room on the end. I believe that's where the pretty waitress went. I don't know if she barricaded the door or is trying to get out, but it's a better option than fighting your way to the door through this mess."
Roswitha, entirely uninvited, addresses the gnomes like she's known them her entire life, pointing up the stairs in the direction from which she came. She makes a smearing motion with her right hand in the direction of the lower staircase, hissing a few slippery syllables as she does. The stairs take on an odd sheen as she smiles and nods towards them, speaking to the gnomes again.
"Besides, those stairs look a bit hazardous. Up is better. Up and bar the door or up and find a window. Toss pillows or the bedding down if it's a long fall. I'll be behind you... eventually." She surveys the confusion in the room with some satisfaction, setting a quarrel into her crossbow as she does.
Armin hesitates when Glen asks him to carry the woman. Not because he thought she would attack again, nor because this rather strange stranger was telling him to do something, but because he had only seconds ago abandoned the thought of smashing her into a pulp - would she really trust him to carry her to safety? It was quite an awkward turn of events, really. Stowing his weapon on his back, he stoops down beside her.
"Come on. I'll get you out of here," he says; assuming she does not resist, he will pick her bridal style and move towards the exit.
"But there's alot of 'em, they be charmed or somesuch, Mr Dwarf!" Ali calls out, "They may try to kill thee."
He winces as the hammer connects with a meaty thwack, trying not to think what it's done to the chap.
Rorme's silence ends as a gasp of pain escapes his lips. The cracking sound after Brokk's hammer connects with his knee cannot mean good things.
A strange light fades from the man's eyes, and he looks around in bewilderment. He is just as surprised by the pain in his left leg which does not seem to be responding when he tries to jerk away from the mob as several crazed people begin to rush towards the bar area.
Dongle and the other gnome glance back at Roswitha and then look at each other. "Well, Pulosh," Dongle says. "The lady makes a solid argument."
When Roswitha casts grease on the stairs, Dongle nudges Pulosh in the ribs. "How come you didn't think of that?"
Pulosh gives Dongle a withering look. Turning to Roswitha, he says, "Lead on, human maiden! We'll stop by our rooms and grab our things as well as our comrades."
"Aye maybe yer right, boy. If yer thinking I'm going to protect ye best be carrying my gear for me. Unless, of course, ye can protect the two of us." Brokk replies to the boy shifting his eyes to the gear and then back at the macabre dancers. Maybe, just one more swing before I go? Brokk's grin widens as his opponent falls to the ground, unable to stand any longer. Another time! Plenty more fighting to come!
Kalica yells over her shoulder at Ali while racing for the door. "Ali, stop focusing on everyone else and let's go child! There is no time to save everyone around you. We need to head to the stables. This town has gone mad and we are leaving." Wielding her sword in one hand she spins around and reaches for Ali's hand to pull the youth along.
(U)=Upstairs, (D)=Downstairs, (O)=Outside
Roswitha(U)=22
Miyari(D)=21
Scarred woman(D)=21
Ali(D)=20
Armin(D)=19
Glen(D)=19
Llewyn(O)=13 - partial action available
Arielle(D)=12
Mouthpiece(D)=12
Kalica(D)=11
Brokk(D)=10 partial action available
Giggles(D)=4
Foamer(D)=2
Ali/Kalica:
Brokk:
Everybody:
Glen looks back towards Armin and the woman that had been giggling. "Glen is most sorry about your..." His eyes glance over the crossbow bolt protruding from the woman "Err... mistreatment my lady, but you were much less reasonable only moments ago. However now is not the time the others are already exiting the establishment, make haste, we mustn't lose them."
To Armin the little Goblin says "Fear not Glen will not simply abandon you with her burden, he will try to keep the crowd away and keep attackers off of you."
True to his word Glen makes his way to Armin attempting to push and shove the crowd to make some kind of space, he is unfortunately about as good at this as he would have been at carrying the woman himself. He puts his shoulder into it pushing with all his might against a large man directly in Armin's path his own feet scrape and slip against the floor, but the man doesn't budge an inch. The man suddenly shifts causing Glen to fall flat on his face. Shows of strength don't appear to be his strong points on the floor he gets stepped on and receives a bony knee in the face as he's getting up. With a frustrated growl he bites chomps down on the man's leg finally getting a reaction as the man moves with a yelping jump to avoid any more sharp little teeth.
Llewyn, hearing a damsel in distress attempts to throw his voice as softly as can be mustered so long as it might to her.
"Cerwek! Is that you? Come here I will help you down!"
Llewyn moves to be better able to assist her from the roof.