Balthazar takes a huge hit in the gut. But to the woman's surprise he does not fall! He instead looks even more pissed off. His eyes go bloodshot and he steps up to her and brings his hammer down on her again!
Balthazar strikes with a tremendous blow to the woman's head.
Everyone hears a yell within 60ft in thier minds
Give up wench and turn yourself in and I will let you keep your life!!!
Volk steadied his body as he was assaulted by an offensive spell coming from nowhere. As the eyepatch woman appeared his expression was that of hesitation. Was this going to be what gets in the way of his goal? And even more important.. did he make the Thuvalia jealous!? Steeling his resolve Volk decided that if he was in this deep he rather finish the act.
Leaping onto a nearby table Volk shifted the cards and chips with his power. This created a long whip of viscous void particles, the dark figure looming in his hand. " Now then, calm down Thuvalia. I hear this sort of thing is liked by your type of woman. By the way I think the eye patch makes you cute. I won't ignore you. But your getting in the way of my fated nipple. "
The Black snake of the void slaps against her buttocks as she is distracted by the other enemies around her.
At this point the burst on impact leaving a cloud a crystalline blackness that upon striking the ground turns into a purplish powder. as evident by the previous uses of this ability over the Hall.
Strigala bounced just a bit, elated that her deception had worked. And then she remembered what she was wearing, blushed, and crossed her arms over her chest.
I have got to get back into normal clothes!
Then she frowned as she saw the remaining fighting.
Welp. Can't do anything from over here. Might as well get closer. Maybe I can secure the chest.
She begins to cross the room, focusing on moving fast and just covering as much space as she can to get closer. She knows she won't be able to do much else until she's close enough to get a spell off.
Shade's eyes clear, and she darts forward seeking to get closer to the action (double move)
The blow from Volk causes Thuvalia to stumble forwards straight into Balthazar's attack.
Across the gambling hall you can hear the sound of snapping bones as Thuvalia's left shoulder is destroyed. Forcing her down to one knee she screams in agony, but is able to stand, despite her legs trembling in pain.
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Ah, glorious! People screaming everywhere, dying in agony... Honestly, this was probably the best night out Lilica had in some time. While she would have loved to make Little Miss One-Eye into Little Miss No-Eyes, there was enough to entertain her at her feet. She looked down at the man who laid bleeding at her feet, a wide smile on her face. Then, as if the action was as casual as clipping her nails, Lilica stepped down on his throat, and simply pushed down until he stopped moving, or she began to feel his spine. Whichever came first.
Lilica's foot crushed the mans throat until you hear a sickening snap of his neck, the poor thug is very dead.
Seeing his opportunity from Balthazar's attack the bouncer quickly rushes around Thuvalia and attempts to trip her with the flat of his blade hoping to take her alive.
Unfortunately, even in her weakened condition Thuvalia proves much faster than the bouncer, and with a flick of her rapier she sends it through the bouncers face embedding it in his eye to the hilt.
Seeing one dash outside, but still more moving towards the doors, she passes to the one near the door, taking a swing with her blade.
"Oh no you don't!"
But misses!
Seeing the bouncer getting expertedly killed by Thuvalia
Good thing I waited until she acted. Better him than me.
Gabsen tries to strike the one eyed woman, but his foot slips in the pooled blood. Another table got a good chunk of wood cut out by the massive scimitar's blade
End of Round Six Summary
Lilica crushed a dying thug's throat with glee. Volk and Balthazar both managed to wound Thuvalia. The bouncer attempted to trip her but she dispatched him. Gabsen was unable to bring Thuvalia down.
Thuvalia herself impaled Balthazar through the stomach, but the orc was able to continue on past the point of collapse for normal men.
Strigala and Nel move closer to the group while Kertria tries to chase down the thugs but is unable to strike them.
Round Seven has Begun
The thugs all continue to flee onto the streets of Riddleport.
Thuvalia pulls her rapier out of the face of the bouncer, kicking his lifeless body to the ground.
Standing and facing Balthazar and Gabsen she says,
"Enough! I yield to you, this chest isn't worth my life. Let me live this day and I will take no revenge for what happened here. I will even consider myself in your debt to call on me if you need. Give me your words that I will leave here without further harm and I will go, if you wish to press this fight further however, I will be sure to take this orc to the grave with me. What say you?"
Balthazar grunts as if his life depended on it.
Everyone wihin 60ft hear a voice in their minds
Umm... thats fair, ill allow you to leave... (Knowing full well he can't survive another attack from her) Let her leave everyone! She has payed the price for attepting the theft. Seeing how she didn't succeed there is no point in continuing to fight.
Gabsen's blade does the answer, silently and deadly
Strigala blinked as soon the woman surrendered, then sighed.
I wish I could just take your word for it, but Saul calls the shots on this one. Hopefully his bouncers will agree and...
And then she sees the bouncer right beside beside him take a swing, causing her to facepalm. You hairy son of a shaved horse's half-copper escort! Now we have to kill them all, I bet.
She then looked up, spotting those that had fallen, and crossed the room towards a downed thug, reaching down to pick up a sword. Finally! I've got a weapon! Now that it's too late, naturally.
Volk looked sort of relieved she thought of a surrender strategy but was still wary. She could have information on who ordered the strike. As either one was the leader. He might not have been the kindest person, for good reason, but striking a person after they gave up seemed excessive.
Either way Volk stayed ready for some aggression to fly out from either side. If they were to keep their word Volk wasnt partial to one side or the other, simply for keeping the deal upheld.
" Sure, but I get to touch your thighs.. "
Seeing Gabsen's attack heading her way Thuvalia lunges at Balthazar.
Thuvalia slides her rapier into Balthazar's throat and out through the top of his head, killing him.
Immediately after Gabsen's attack catches Thuvalia across the stomach and she falls over unconscious and bleeding heavily.
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Shade legs kept moving her forward as she watched the orc fall, stunned. But the woman had yielded. Why did that slab of meat do that? It didn't need to happen that way. The orc was interesting.
Out of spells she pulled out her dagger. She wasn't happy about that, but is was better safe than sorry. But who was the enemy?
Move action, then delay. Waiting to see what happens next.
After Thuvalia kills the orc and is then killed, or at least out of fighting, Gabsen coldly says
It wasn't MY orc. Why should I care? Ya'd better ought tried to kill me, but I won't complain.
He wipes his blade on the woman's clothes, checking if she's still breathing or not. If she's not dead yet, he shouts to Saul, who's probably hidin" somewhere
Boss, shoulda kill her? Or you want asks questions first?
Volk blinks closing his eyes at such an action, and out of obligation says to Gabsen, " You are the first to break the terms of Surrender and endangered one of the patrons of this establishment. Someone get to the fallen, no hard feelings. "
Volk's whip slapped at Gabsen across the chest as he had done to Thuvalia.
Volk seemed poised to do so again, " Please drop your weapon and back away from the scene so that your official can mediate and healing can be applied to those wounded. The criminals will be handled separately. "
Balthazar sees Gasben begin to swing at the woman. He then yells out (Yes he speaks) You F&@@ing Fool! Right before the woman's rapier meets its mark under his chin and out through the top of his head. Then with the blade still inside his skull, Gasben's attack connects and the woman and Balthazar crumble to the floor. A shrill cry is heard from Balthazar's backpack. A small dragon then gets out of his bag and climbs twards Balthazar's face. He then looks up at Gasben. and you hear a distraught voice in your mind
You... Why did you do this?! She surrendered... You piece of goblin spunk!
He then Attacks you with his barbed tail!
Also make a Fort Save!
(1 non lethal Damage from the attack then a poison effect.)
Gabsen fights off the effects of the poison.
[dice=Gabsen's Fort Save] 1d20+5
Gabsen fights off the effects of the poison.
Of course he does let that fail train keep rolling over me! lol
Gabsen screams in rage after the whipping by the strange man, and the small dragon like attack.
Amazingly, he stands his ground,holding his chest and visibly hurting. He retorts to the whipping man
Bloody fool....I'm payed, and not much, to take risks and defend the place, and the money, not the customers. The money is still there. The orc tried to be heroic. Heroes die young. You survive wars by skill and luck, and by lettin" the grunts die before ya.
He then cuts the small dragon in two, with a one handed cleave of his oversized scimitar
The little dragon is injured but not dead
Upon seeing the dragon lash out he warns it as well " This will be handled by someone else creature, if you continue to fight as well I will extend my promise from the bouncer to you. And to you.. The patrons MAKE that money "
You hear a voice volk as does everyone in 60ft
It will be "handeled" by the one it should be handled by which is me. You have no say in this matter for you didn't just have a friend die that you spent the last 11 years of your life with. Know your position in this matter! Which is to say none! Go and suck your nipples that you so desire... this is a fight between me and him!
With that the little dragon full attacks Gasben
This reguardless deals 1 non lethal which drops you
and this does hit since you are prone now
Plus another fort save though it doesn't really matter at this point
Volk sighs and does the same with Gabsen and whips at the little dragon
" I am being impartial here, it is only fair. What goes on between me and my conquest has nothing to do on this matter. "
The whip misses the little dragon!
Take your own words into account, this is my conquest. Who are you to interfere with that? If you truely are being impartial you would understand my position as well and treat such position equally.
So DC 10 save or die i believe
The Psuedodragon managing to put Gabsen unconscious with nonlethal damage, volk attacks the little wounded dragon but misses.
Gabsen survives the dragon's coup de grace.
Whistles sound from outside as a group of men garbed in crested red and grey chain armor enter the building armed with crossbows and halbreds on their backs.
"The Gendarmes are here, everyone drop your weapons and back away from one another while we sort this out!"
Volk seems ready to launch another volley a spear seems to creep slowly out of a rift " It stopped being a fight between you and him once I intervened for your friend and the surrendee, you had an unfair advantage. I wi-" And then the Gendarmes made themselves known. Volk grasped his hand and quelled the flame, the spear receded back to the void.
Volk leaped down from the table and folded his arms giving the authorities room. " It seems the proper channels have arrived we are no longer needed... Now back to the game I suppose. " Volk walked over and sat himself in his seat and waited for the Dealer. Though it might be hard to play with a player missing, it was an elimination tourney.
Strigala just watched, mouth open, as the fighting took on a strange twist. She had no idea which person to side with... the patron was dead, the attackers that remained were either dead or not far from it, there was a friggin' dragon of some sorts using a bouncer as his personal BDSM slave, the guy on the table threatening...
And now the police have shown up.
This is more screwed up than that time I borrowed some of Gorebus's experimental invisibility potion, spiked the drinks with it, and suddenly everyone was naked.
She tilts her head. Come to think of it, I ended up out here not long after that...
She drops the sword, ignoring how it rolls across the floor for about ten feet despite such not being normally possible, and turns towards the gendarmes.
"I am one of the employees here." She then looks around. "The last one left standing, by the looks of things. May I fetch my boss so you can talk to him? One of your officers can accompany me so you see I am not trying to escape."
The Gendarme in the center nods to one of his companions, "Saul and I go way back, get him out here, Renquist will escort you. "
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Shade sheaves her dagger and finds somewhere to sit and watch. how is that orc stiĺl standing? When the guard turn up she surrenders without issue.
Shade sheaves her dagger and finds somewhere to sit and watch. how is that orc stiĺl standing? When the guard turn up she surrenders without issue.
He isnt anymore Darkone.
She hears from inside her head
Strigala nods to the guard and motions for him.
These people are just a gang themselves, and not even necessarily the nicest. I need to watch myself carefully. And hope Saul doesn't screw things up.
She nods to the order, then motions for the guard in question to follow, before turning to head for the back. She is careful to let the gendarme see all of her movements, even as she stops to knock on the door to the kitchen.
"Saul, are you in there? Law's here. The thieves have been taken care of and the gendarmes need to speak to you."
I hope he's in there! I swear, if he fled the building, I'll gut him with one of his own ribs.
Volk watched Strigala's movements quite carefully as he assumed 'The Gendarmes' did as well. What could happen would depend on what she presented as well as any input they would gather from the person's here. Regardless there are alot who are dead, injured or fled. Luckily for them Volk believed they apprehended the masterminds of this particular strike.
All that needed tying up was the bereavement of the Dragon, its existence, the Bouncer and his own personal stake at the moment. Yes Volk watched Strigala QUITE carefully.
He was also quite injured, he should be better to get that fixed.
Kertria, not wanting to be an nuisance to local authorities, sheathes her weapon. "Is there any way I can assist, good sirs. I was just taking part in some games when some fool blinded me. Next thing I know there are screams and yells and all sorts of bad things."
Volk glanced from his cards to the Elf female who began to recount her tale to the 'authorities' (That term used loosely due to the manner Riddleport existed.) The truth of the matter was that the only people that truly knew what was going on was himself and The other Elf, the bloodthirsty one. The rest who would know were either dead or dying. Perhaps this was for the best.
Lilica's smile didn't waver once the Gendarme's arrived. It simply kept at the wide smile it had been at previously as she stepped away from the podium, as per the instructions that they had given. Of course, she made sure to wipe her boot off on one of the less bloody bodies as she moved along. No need to cause any undue alarm, after all.
What she would do is listen closer in order to keep abreast of the situation. After all, it would be quite interesting to see what all Saul had to say about this.
Volk would make it obvious he is staring at Lilica intensely, the woman seemed completely unphased by her actions or the scene that played out much like him but unlike many of the others. If he remembered correctly, she seemed intent on melting the faces of several of the thugs with acidic slime thrust forth from her hand. Perhaps she was similar to himself? If anything she at least could conjure magic. And enjoyed crushing windpipes, he guessed.
... Where was the Dragon he was watching not long ago?
Shade quietly waits for the gendarme's questions, and for saul's response to the event. She is looking a bit damaged by the experience. She wasn't worried. She had learnt that the gendarme was more interested in kickbacks and a quiet life than anything resembling justice.
Strigala hears a bit of murmuring on the other side of the door, then a voice asnwers her, "Ah damn, so soon? One moment, one moment." a few seconds later she hears what sounds like wood screeching against stone, like that of a large table being dragged.
A moment later, the ruddy face of Saul Vancaskerkin is looking back at Strigala from the other side of the doorway. Although he seemed to have added a few more Devil's Marks since she last saw him.
Saul looks around the room and whistles, "They really did a number on my poor guards. Well give it to me straight then, what's the damage Gendarme?"
Renquist seems annoyed by the question. "The hell do you mean, what's the damage? We just got here ourselves to all this mess, what even happened?"
Saul shrugs, "Hell if I know, everyone is playing cards one moment, then there is fireworks going off all across my gaming hall and people start yelling about killing anyone that moves. I just uhh, happened to be heading to the kitchen at the time - and then I was going to go back out and have a look but then all the ladies back here decided to join me, and I thought it best if I stayed with them - for moral support."
"Although, one of my girls didn't come back to the kitchens, little miss Strigala here, a shame too bec---" Saul seems overcome momentarily by a series of hacking coughs. "Yes, you stayed out here right? Tell you what, why don't you tell both me and ummm..."
Saul seems to be looking at the Gendarme's chest almost like he was hopeful to spot a name badge.
The Gendarme sighing heavily "Renquist, Saul, the name is Renquist."
Saul shakes his head, "It's no good for a man to know another man's name without them being properly introduc" Saul doesn't get to finish his sentence before Renquist interupts him. "We've been introduced, I'm the one who knocked out two of your teeth the last time you got drunk and went streaking through the square."
"Ah" said Saul. "Right then Strigala, why don't you tell both me and this son of a b~*@* here what happened, from the top beautiful!"
Ternock watches with interest from the backpack of his now fallen friend. Saul clearly is a coward. Though cowards have a better chance of survival. Though that hacking cough... doesnt sound good.
Strigala watched the two interact and brought a hand up to her mouth to cover it, trying to look thoughtful instead of covering a smile of amusement. She wasn't certain what was funnier; Saul's treatment of the gendarme, or the gendarme having punched Saul once before.
She nodded as she was asked to report on what happened. Saul is not going to like this...
"It was a robbery. They were after the money. A few of the patrons joined the guards in trying to defend the place." She then glanced around, noting the bodies. "I don't know how many there were... all I know is the fireworks started, this lady started yelling, and then everyone began to fight. I was by the bar when it started, so I can't say everyone who fought or how many robbers there were; some got away when things started to go badly for them."
She then points to the stage. "The leader jumped up on the stage to steal the chest at one point. He was cut down by magic as he tried to escape, and I yelled out a lie about the chest being fake to demoralize the rest; the woman who had been yelling was on the stage at that point, so she didn't have a chance to flee when the rest heard my lie and gave up."
She then sighs. "Saul, you may not like this part... That woman on the stage was lethal. Cut down one of the guards while he was moving to surround her. The orcish-looking man and another guard severely injured her for that, and she was trying to surrender... but she didn't get a chance. The remaining guard murdered her as soon as she tried, she took the goblinoid with her. After that, some kind of tiny dragon came out of nowhere and attacked the guard. I think..." She paused, her head lowered as she recalled what she saw; it was a little chaotic. "It seemed like it was trying to avenge the goblinoid. Maybe the guard was part of the heist and ending a conspirator before they could talk? I don't know; I didn't get a good angle."
She then points to Volk. "I think I saw him on the other side of the stage, and he was much closer to the action. He may have a more accurate idea of what happened. I also think he was part of the fight. I remember him in particular because I was planning to tell you he seemed a contender to win the tournament. I didn't get a chance to before all of the chaos happened."
She then points to Kertria. "I can say for certain she was in the fight; I saw her chasing three or four of them out the door. She's a bit shy, though. I was getting her drink, which is why I was by the bar instead of closer to the table."
Next, she points to Nel and Lilica. "They were also closer, and she..." She indicates Lilica as she speaks. "Was speaking to the guard that murdered the surrendering woman before it happened. It looked like she was flirting with him to me. Lucky guy. I hope she wasn't put off by how things went..."
Saul rubs his chin before pointing out to Lilica, Volk, Nel and Kertria.
"OK, over here you lot. This all true what miss Strigala is telling me? You have anything else to add? "
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Volk had been straining his ears to overhear some of what Strigala and Saul's conversation went about but did not truly pay attention until he was pointed at then presumably called over. Memorizing the particular order and faces of he cards, Volk placed them face down and decided to include his input in the matter.
He eventually approached, flanking Strigala from the left as his eyes fall upon her for a moment longer then normal falling towards her eyes, lips and chest before shifting to Saul's visage. The gaunt man looked down to the Golden Goblin's owner and blinks blankly as if to recall some fact before speaking.
" Her details were fitting of her perspective, I however was a more active participant of the little altercation. My name is Volk Tulmere and I am the current winner of your tourney, especially so since one of the patrons participating is a heap on the podium. For the most part Miss... Strigala.. " his mouth holds those words for an extended time " .. was correct but I shall fill the blanks. There was a flash, which I assume was a spell of some sort. I had been to involved in.. more important thoughts to register it. After which the heist started. The patrons were threatened but most importantly our game was placed in peril and as such I took it amongst myself to handle a few who seemed particularly..troublesome. I took out about 4 in all and Injured two others, including the two leaders. The evidence of my involvement unfortunately is the residue on your floor at this current time. The Orc Balthazar had joined with me in the melee and threw himself on the front lines seeing the guards being slaughtered. "
" The Shy Elf was unable to see, the Bloodthirsty Elf took delight in using acid I believe. I used my..'gift' to shoot down those from afar. Once the enemy began to notice themselves whittled down they began to break the lesser being running away. Your one Guard offered terms of surrender mid combat and then we all focused on the leaders. The male with the chest was cut down by myself and the female stayed to fight the Guard and the Orc. I assisted, using my power to injure and position the woman for a strike from the Orc, brutally wounding her. She took this opportunity to bring terms to ensure their mutual survival after she dealt a blow that would have killed lesser men to the Orc. The Orc wanted to live, I assumed you would rather have an alive patron so oversaw the agreement, waiting for any breach of verbal contract. That is when The Guard struck, forgoing the standard of Surrender from before and the situation's precarious atmosphere. Had he waited until she was no longer near the Orc it would have made sense as the woman was subdued by being held down by my ranged capabilities. He instead chose to attack with little word or warning. "
Volk sighed and shrugged, " Thus a patron was killed by the decision and a possible information leak silenced.. perhaps. I should check if they are alive. As one upholding the bargain and an 'ally' being taken out, I proceeded to strike out at the Guard and give him an ultimatum. A dragon appeared from the Orc and proceeded to squabble with the Guard , I gave the same ultimatum to the dragon and lashed out as well at it until the authorities came and the guard was taken down as well. The dragon seems to have disappeared. The most important thing here is that I have already given a proclamation to this 'Strigala' here where I was told that if I won the tourney that I would gain a certain thing. I believe my assistance might further that possible reward especially as I was in the lead in said tourney. Would it then be possible to gain said prize? "
Volk was fairly injured as Saul could tell so his scars led credit to his tale, he folded his arms in an almost bored position.
Strigala blinked at what he said. Reward? What reward could he be possibly...
And then she remembered what he had said just before the fight broken out; she had mostly forgotten in the ensuing chaos.
She focused on regulating her breathing, keeping herself from blushing. Mostly. And then she shook her head, smiling.
He is persistent.
Volk quirked his head to the side unsure why the woman smiled and shook her head. The lack of face color warned him it may not have been something good for him as once happened before. It also didn't help he couldn't see if her hips swayed from the side, especially due to lack of walking. His eyes lingered upon her hips for a moment then slowly up to her eyes and then back to Saul. Patience was something he had and waiting with a pastime.
" Did you forget? " He simply said bluntly to the showgirl.