As soon as the boat lets off, Kyson will drag Zstelian to the closest Church of the Sun (which I think is different than the Monastery...that's a few days travel away).
While there, Kyson will purchase a Remove Disease spell for Zstelian and confirm that it worked.
He will also purchase another Wand of CLW, if there is one available.
"We have to hurry, Zstelian! Come along and don't eat anyone until we get you cured."
Especially don't eat me.
After the trip to the Church, Kyson will hustle to the manor to help his friends save the Lady.
The city is alive with revelers, bards and street performers happily accepting bronze coins as they entertain on what seems like every street corner.
The group quickly splits up, with Kyson dragging Zstelian toward the Sunrise District and the temple of Sarenrae there. You're able to get the scroll and the wand, and as dusk falls you begin making your way to the manor.
Suddenly, a gnome slams into Kyson and, as he rocks back, his eyes grow wide. "How dare you, you rude, oversized lout! You bumped me!" he says as he rolls up his sleeves and bunches his small hands into fists.
You notice a very large half-orc trying to make his way through the crowd coming in your direction.
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The rest of the group makes for the Merchant District and Vanderboren Manor.
As you make your way through the crowds, you suddenly hear a cry of alarm. Looking around you see what appears to be a wagon, with a large straw representation of a runner carrying a victory torch on top, rolling down a hill directly toward you!
As you make your way through the crowds, you suddenly see what appears to be a wagon, with a large straw representation of a runner carrying a victory torch on top, rolling down a hill directly toward you!
As the crowd suddenly parts around you, you see what appears to be a wagon, with a large straw representation of a runner carrying a victory torch on top, rolling down a hill nearly on top of you! react[/ooc]
"AGHF**KINELLLOOKOUT!!"
Having shouted out a warning, Sekathral will attempt to leap onto the wagon and (somehow) disable it.
Perception
"Huh...wut?" Kyson responds to the angry gnome in front of him. "I think you have me confused with someone who likes to fight. No, I'm just a scribe. Maybe you should go pick on someone your own size...I don't like to fight."
Diplomacy
Kyson withdraws 60' towards the manor.
Silvio is in a merry mood as he walks the streets towards the manor. He throws out greetings and meaningless banter to the people he passes, clearly enjoying the atomsphere of the harbor town. More by lack than skill the heroic sea captain notices the wagon and darts out of the way.
Kyson, the gnome stays right in your face as you try to backup through the crowd, which makes moving difficult. "If you don't want to fight, you shouldn'ta hit me, now should you? You too yella-belly to fight?"
The gnome is quite drunk.
Sense Motive
Kyson looks down at the big yellow sun etched into his tunic, covering exactly his belly and then again at the yellow sun holy symbol on top of that.
Yella-belly?
"Uhm...is that supposed to be funny?" Kyson continues to retreat. "But yeah, I'm not a fighter. You should meet Silvio...he loves to fight."
Kyson hustles away, trying to stay focused on saving the Lady and not comedic gnomes.
Seka, you wouldn't be able to disable it via the skill, which generally takes some time, before it smashes into the open-air tavern filled with revelers behind you. You can give me more specific suggestions of what you want to do to stop it.
Dargon catches a quick shout almost completely muffled by the sounds of the busy street but just enough to prompt him to turn his head and notice the wagon making its way down the hill.
Wagon coming my way. It's going a bit fast... Ut oh...
Round 1
Dargon finds a small child playing with some trinket unaware of the wagon about to run him over, so he move in and scopes him up and off to the side.
Round 2
Dargon takes a moment to look for the perfect place to position himself so that he can kick out a wagon wheel, while yelling out warnings to the crowd, "Clear a path people!
Round 3
Dargon throws out a series of kicks in and attempt to destroy one of the wagon's front wheels.
Before knowing if that will be enough, before knowing if his attempt to take out the wheel was enough of if the wagon's momentum would carry it still further, Dargon focus's his inner ki, the stuff his master talked about constantly, that inner energy that can be called upon for extra-ordinary feats. An energy that took the near death experience of that accursed island for Dargon to begin to understand. And amazingly before his mind completely understands what he is doing he somehow gets out one more kick to the wagon's wheel before it glides past him.
round 1
Khaz turns to the sound of the noise, seeing a waggon speeding towards them. A little panicked, calls upon the magic in her blood and soul, the spell flying from her fingertips before she's even sure she cast it. "અદૃશ્ય અદૃશ્ય, અહીં અદૃશ્ય!"
Before anyone else can react, a pit suddenly opens in front of the wagon, sending it plummeting below the street and stopping its mad dash toward the tavern. Revelers nearby start to cheer as they realize the near disaster that the group stopped, one short, beared human man pounding on Khazmia's back as he loudly proclaims that she was responsible.
Sekathral scans the crowd, eyeing the short, bearded human suspiciously
Dipper's paradise, this. I hope that muzzled cove ain't helping himself to the Princess's purse...
He does not have any weapons in hand, Zstelian, or any that you can see on him, though he does seem to be eying your javelin with concern.
Sekathral, he simply seems to be drunkenly exuberant.
Before anyone else can react, a pit suddenly opens in front of the wagon, sending it plummeting below the street and stopping its mad dash toward the tavern. Revelers nearby start to cheer as they realize the near disaster that the group stopped, one short, beared human man pounding on Khazmia's back as he loudly proclaims that she was responsible.
"hmm? what, oh yes, that. Well. " a little bemused by the attention after her foray into the wilds, Khaz straightens herself and smiles her princess smile (the one with no teeth) at the people close by. "but it will return to street level at some point. We should have things in place to secure it before that happens."
The gnome continues to yell at Kyson as he manages to move away thanks to his longer legs. "Get back here you cowardly gnome molester!" he hollers, drawing laughs from the crowds around the pair.
The large half-orc manages to make his way to Zstelian, now about about 100 feet from the gnome. He eyes the javelin but seems more relaxed now that you've lowered it. "Forgive Jilanth," he rumbles. "He gets a little elligerent sometimes."
it will return to street level at some point. We should have things in place to secure it before that happens.
If necessary, Sekathral (and Dargon/Silvio, if they feel so inclined) will nip down and take the wheels off the thing while it's still stationary.
"That's enough excitement for one f**king day. At least the bloody thing's at anchor now. ", he announces, expectantly.
Kyson continues to run from the gnome and towards the Lady's villa.
"That's enough excitement for one f**king day. At least the bloody thing's at anchor now. ", he announces, expectantly.
Khaz straightens her hat and pulls the brim down low to ward off prying eyes of the public. "I am not as averse to that suggestion as usual, Sekathral, but we have an urgent need to reach Lavinia. Perhaps she will have something for us once we get there and see that she is safe."
"I was hoping one of those cullys you saved from a trip to the knackers'd pitch in with a wet for us, but it don't look like it.", explains Sekathral. "No f**king gratitude in this sh*tty town. Still, as you say, Herself has probably got a decent cellar, and if we hurry, the old house might not have been torn apart by pirates quite yet."
"That's enough excitement for one f**king day. At least the bloody thing's at anchor now. ", he announces, expectantly.Khaz straightens her hat and pulls the brim down low to ward off prying eyes of the public. "I am not as averse to that suggestion as usual, Sekathral, but we have an urgent need to reach Lavinia. Perhaps she will have something for us once we get there and see that she is safe."
"Yes, heroic aside, we have somewhere to be", Silvio agrees and urges the group on to the villa.
It takes you some time, but you're able to get the wagon squared away before the pit disappears, and eventually get away from the crowd who witnessed and cheered your heroics.
Elsewhere in the city, Kyson's finally able to get away from the gnome, who continues to curse the young priest -- to the amusement of the crowds, who seems to think it's some sort of performance art -- until the half-orc catches up to him and manages to calm him down.
Eventually, you make your way back toward Vanderboren Manor. As you near the front gates, you catch sight of each other on the opposite side of a troupe of stilt-walkers who are wowing a throng of spectators by juggling daggers and flasks of oil with burning rags stuffed into them. With them is what at first looks like a dancing skeleton but which you soon see is a woman wearing a black skin-tight outfit with a fabric skeleton design stitched on. The "skeleton" performs an impressive array of acrobatic flips and leaps down the street toward the larger group of you.
A closer look makes you think the troupe of performers is up to no good. In fact, it looks as if the "skeleton" is about to attack Silvio and the six stilt-walkers are set to help her.
Sense Motive
"Silvio! Look out! They are dangerous!"
Kyson yells louder.
Initiative
"Oh look, there's Kyson and Zstelian! woohoo! You would not believe what we ran...why is he yelling at us? What is he yelling at us?" Oblivious to anything urgent, Khaz waits for an opening through the crowd to present itself.
"Scrag 'em!"
Sekathral fires his crossbow at the "skeleton"
Silvio claps in appreciation of the woman's acrobatic display but shifts his attention as he hears Kyson call out for him. "Look, there is Silvio's friends Kyson and Zstelian! And Zstelian is looking better all ready", he says oblivious of the appearent danger.
Khazmia 21*
Silvio 19*
Skeleton 18
Zstelian 11
Performers 11
Kyson 13
Dargon 7*
Sekathral 5
Before Silvio can even realize he's in danger, the skeleton flips toward him and kicks out, but manages to catch him in the breast plate, saving him from anything worse than a large foot-shaped bruise in the morning.
Zstelian's more alert, as his javelin catches one of the stilt-walkers right in the chest, knocking the man to the ground, where he no longer moves.
They remaining five throw their flaming flasks of oil, prompting screams from the crowd as they realize the melee beginning and try to scatter. Two of the flasks land near Kyson and Zstelian and three near the rest of the group, the fire stinging as it splashes on you.
Sekathral, reacting quickly, fires a dagger at the skeletal woman, but she seems to easily dance out of its way.
Dargon Sense Motive:
Dargon Initiative:
"Skeleton" initiative:
Performers initiative:
Skeleton attack:
"What? You there, get away from the Silvio!" Khaz moves away from the others, but not so far that she can't reach out and touch the skeleton in hopes of helping Silvio and the others knock her down.
Silvio looks surprised and taken aback by the woman's attack. "Why do you attack Silvio, great sea captain and hero to all?" Silvio says appaled by the masked womans behavior. "Anwser Silvio!" he commands and draws his sword with uncanny swiftness. He makes a couple of thrusts to test the woman's defenses.
Round 1, HP 17/19, Init 5
Sekathral weaves through the crowd to land behind the skeletal woman , lashing out as he lands
Round 1, Init 13
"Zstelian, what the heck is wrong with all these people!?! Why are they so mean!? I thought this was a celebration...now they are throwing fire!"
Kyson returns 'fire', summoning a ball of his own and lighting the candle (aiming at the closest one).
touch to hit;
fire damage.
Kyson will move 5' closer.
Dargon smiles at the troup, finding them a welcome diversion from the hardships of the last few days. Enchanted by their performance he fails to pick up on their subtle cues.
What unfolds next seems so unbelievable to him that it takes some time before he realizes and reacts to the scene folding out in front of him.
Round 1, Init 5
Why does my arm sting?
"What the!"
Once Dargon realizes who threw the fire, he moves in towards the stilt performers, using his ki to help him glide through the crowd, and tries to sunder one of the stilts.
Khazmia 21
Silvio 19
Skeleton 18
Zstelian 11
Performers 11
Kyson 13
Dargon 7
Sekathral 5
Khazmia touches the skeleton and she suddenly stumbles , though she manages to keep her feet and is able to fight off Silvio's thrust. "Sorry, that's between me and my employer. It's not personal, though," she says, as she tumbles through the crowd toward Khazmia, and hits the half-orc in the gut. "And we'll have no more of that, princess."
As Zstelian's whistle pierces the night over the sound of the panicked crowd, his javelins hit a second stilt-walker, knocking the man to the ground, where he lies motionless.
Seeing the trouble they're having to the east, two of the stilt-walkers easily make their way over to their remaining companion, all three throwing a second bottle of flaming oil toward Zstelian. Again, none score a direct hit, though both the Varisian and the priest suffer burns from the splashing oil.
The fourth "performer" moves toward the rest of the group, and sends a dagger spinning toward Silvio, hitting the Chelaxian in the arm.
Kyson returns fire, literally, just barely hitting one of the walkers, whose costume bursts into flame, inflicting more damage than seemed possible from such a glancing blow.
Dargon's hit doesn't seem to do any damage to the thick stilt, but the dwarf is easily able to avoid the man's return attack -- a thrown dagger -- as the stilt walker barely maintains his balance above the fray.
Sekathral waves his way toward the combatants, but can't get close enough to attack immediately.
Acrobatics:
Attack:
AoO:
Balance:
Skeleton: -4 Dex
Stiltwalker 2: 6 hp
Silvio shakes of the knife wound and pursuits the skeleton clothed woman. "That is not good enough. Silvio demands to know the name of his attacker", he says and aims a strike ment to disarm the woman. "The lady Khazmia is under Silvio's protection. You will remove yourself from her presence and cease your aggression."
"Oof! Khaz bites off something less than lady-like as the punch lands solidly in her midsection.
"Something new, then."
"Seka, help, please!" Khaz draws her sickle, readying an action to attack the skeleton once Sekathral is in (hopefully flanking) position.
Round 2, HP 17/19 Init 5
"Coming right up!", replies Sekathral, now he has the "skeleton" right where he wants her...
Attk 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 2 = 21 Dmg 1d6 + 2 + 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + (3, 4) + 2 = 13