JakeTG's Untitled Campaign

Game Master JakeTG

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attack: 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 2 - 4 = 23
damage: 3d6 + 2 + 7 ⇒ (3, 3, 4) + 2 + 7 = 19
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attack: 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 2 - 4 = 19
damage: 3d6 + 2 + 7 ⇒ (3, 3, 2) + 2 + 7 = 17

Seeing the dwarf try and run away Nimos hammers him with the flat of his blade actually embedding him in the wooden floor.

Wow that is alot of damage.

(Remind me not to tick you off, eh?)

Sweet mercy. Guess that dwarf's not feeling so clever right now...

"I personally find it to be quite endearing, Sir," Kol says in a cheerful tone as he continues to give the mechanical equivalent of the stink eye to the two humans on the floor, ready to literally sit on them if he had to if they wished to continue hostilities.

"I believe you can salvage something of use from the wrecks, Sir. The hostile warforged were merely poorly maintained. An oil bath and some scrubbing should remove most of the wear. Although, I believe that we will be using most of the scrap to pay off the damages."

"Again."

Standard Action (Ready Action): Ready grapple combat maneuver should one of the human get up with hostile intent.

As Miyako feels like she's drowning in the crowd, Merry pops up next to her. The gnome randomly starts dancing, and Miyako stares at him.

What a random moment to start dancing...

A loud crashing sound can be heard when Nimos slams the dwarf into the inn's floor. Miyako turns her head to see what's happening, but can't. However the dust in the air and Nimos' presence where the dwarf once was, make it quite obvious what's happened.

"Ah well", Miyako says shrugging and turns back to the gnome. She then begins dancing as well, though her disco style doesn't quite match the gnome's dance.

Hey, this is fun! I should do this randomly more often!

Kwin scoffs. "Nonsense! Everyone at our table was simply having a nice quiet pre-show dinner. We didn't start anything."

He looks towards the minotaur. "Though I'll own up to our having finished it. And rightly so! Who knows what manner of bedlam might have ensued, had we not stepped in."

He grins broadly and jerks a thumb back over his shoulder. "Besides, they need only ask our server. She knows the dwarf started everything. For that matter, she likely did more damage than all of us combined. She's wasted as a serving wench; she should be an arena fighter!"

"I admit, the lady's feats of gross collateral damage far surpass any previous incidents we have been involved in, if not by much. She must have lived quite an interesting life before her current employment."

Sheathing his massive blade the minotaur walks back to his table gaining a wide bearth from those who can still see the unconscious dwarf.

Why do you think I let the dwarf live someone has to pay for the damages and he has the money for construct guards he can pay for this. Oh damn.

Turning to the waitress that Kwin saved

That guy wasn't the mayor or something important that could put the guard on me was he.

With a feat of stunning Acrobatics Merry manages to make his way to Miyako, who as it turns out wasn't being attacked, but was simple lost in the crowd. He quickly pulls her out to regroup with their allies
By this point no one is directly targeting you guys to attack, though alot of fighting is still going on, and for the most part your surrounded by the action.

At the end of round 6 I will have you roll perception checks (it is currently the start of round 5 for all intents and purposes, since it seems like you guys regrouped). That gives you 2 rounds of actions before the perception roll. At the end of round 4 actions you guys will roll another d10 to avoid tankards, this time with a +2 bonus (I think you guys have come to expect tankards by now).

Any questions let me know

Oh and one last think, Kwin, Kol and Nimos, make perception checks (this may Retcon some of your conversation)

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Hidden Roll: 1d20 + 8 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 10 = 28

You see no sign of the mysteries waitress. Begin the retcon! :D

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
tankards: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Seeing no one around that is directly threatening anyone within the group, harry will begin to look about for an unbroken seat to sit upon, intent upon enjoying the show.

Ill just give the numbers so you can know if you get hit

1-2 Something bad (no longer possible)
3-5 Tankard (reflex, if you fail you become staggered untill end of your next turn)
6-9 Nothing
10-12 Something Good

If 10-12 means something good why have we been rolling d10's.

1d10 ⇒ 4

Were in the hells did that waitress go.

Looking around Nimos sees Harry sit down and follows him sitting back and watching the fight. Letting the rage that moved him ease of his body.

Fatigued 3 rounds

reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Your question answers itself: "Because nothing good can come of this." :o) To wit:

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The glint of an airborne tankard catches Kwin's attention and his head snaps around to check its flight path....

Mug duck: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

... just in time for the heavy pewter vessel to slam into him right between the eyes.

"Look robot, the stars are coming out," he says groggily from his new position on the floor.

You forgot to add a +2 to your roll Kwin, not that it would have mattered.

'Fate' Roll: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Reflex Roll: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"Are you alright, Sir?" Kol asks as he bends down to assist Kwin back to his feet, conveniently ducking under another alcoholic missile.

"Perhaps we should move to a more peaceful venue? I am surprised the guards have not yet come to disperse the brawl."

Having been dragged from her previous position hadn't stopped Miyako from continuing her dance.

Rollll: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Looks familiar, Kol?

Neither does the tankard that comes flying at her head, which she merrily plucks from the air. "Hey, there's still in it!"

Holding the tankard in one hand, and occasionally taking a sip from it, Miyako continues to dance. "Silly Kwin, you got to catch them. Not try to hit them with your head!"

Merry decides that while they wait for things to die down he might as well have some fun.

Ifen ye don mind lassy, woulda like ta goin' me in a wee spin on the dance floor Without giving her a chance to answer Merry grabs her by the hand and spins her around

Booze dodge: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Possible Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Oh something good :D

The bar provides quiet an amusing experience, in one section a group of goblins are grapped onto a very unhappy orc as he spins around (blind-folded by the little devils). In another area an Elf and Human go at each other with their fists, with people placing bets. Behind the bar a minotaur can be seen carrying loads of booze out of the Inn, all while the opening act (unaffected by the turn of events) continues to play.

@Nimos, because before you didn't get a +2 mod, now you do.

@Kol you make me laugh every time. No more actions? 1 more round until perception check

"Woohoo!" Miyako spins around on one foot, raising her hands up in the air. "This is great, mister Dolly! Spin me more!"

1d10 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Well that was fun got to crush a construct. Beat up some humans. huh I wonder if I could get under the bar and pick that dwarf's pocket from the basement.

Turning to Harry Nimos says

9 silver on the goblins

before jerking his head at the fight.

2 round fatiuged

With Kol's help, Kwin staggers to his feet and then stands there, wobbling, as Miyako's words filter through the ringing in his ears and the mental fog.

"Not... with my head... but dad... I won't get hurt, honest... me and some guys are just gonna play a little soccer..."

He shakes his head to clear it, which exacerbates the throbbing in the bridge of his nose and forehead, which causes him to reach up and touch his face, which causes him to wince at the resulting bolt of pain. But at least it clears away the fog.

"OW! Yeah, that's gonna leave a bruise."

He looks at Kol over his hand, still gently probing his nose to see if it's broken. "New directive. I can handle dwarves and warforged, protect me from flying tankards."

"Of course, Sir. I would disappointed to see you get smashed so early in the evening," Kol replied evenly. "Do you require a splint, Sir?"

"I'm not smashed," Kwin replies distractedly, still gingerly testing his nose. "I didn't finish the pulque and she never even brought the baijiu. I'm buzzed at best."

"As you say, Sir. You have far more familiarity than I on experiencing the effects of alcohol consumption."

Satisfied he is neither bleeding nor suffering from a broken nose, Kwin tries to put the throbbing out of his mind and scans the room, taking in the ongoing brawl.

"And I feel badly about your missing out on that. Tell you what, next time I'm doing noggin maintenance I'll see if I can cross-wire some stuff to give you a taste."

ref save vs tankard: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Hmm? what you- OW!! Harry bellows as a tankard crashes into the side of his skull.
blasted heathens. the whole lot aught to burn Harry says loudly, rubbing his head.

Don't laugh at magic users, don't laugh at magic users, don't laugh at magic users. Dammit that one nicked my horn.

Heheha---cough, cough. Where are all these tankards coming and why are they all aimed at us. Harry watch left I will watch right and beat the hell out of anyone throwing these things.

Nimos begins staring intently at the crowd.

per: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

1d10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

1 round left

The pain having cleared not only the fog from the tankard but also the fog from what'd been in Kwin's tankard, he scans the room, chuckling when he realizes the actors apparently subscribe to 'The show must go on.'

His eyes narrow and his gaze sweeps the room again. "Hold on, where'd our server go?"

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Sure, but when I really need a 20...

GM, what's the general atmosphere; does the fighting seem to be dying down, escalating, breaking into isolated skirmishes...?

"Kwin, catch!" Miyako waits until Kwin's attention's moved to her, then subtly throws the tankard she holds to him. "Had enough, but it's still half-full!"

"Mister metal cookie can, you have anything to eat for me?", she asks Kol politely, continuing her dance meanwhile.

Kol pauses for a moment in thought. "Sadly no, Young Miss. Master Kwin unfortunately has consumed the last provision I had in my possession just the other day," he said in a remorseful tone.

"I can, however, purchase some food for you from the barkeep if such an arrangement is acceptable to you."

Miyako walks up to Kol and takes one of his huge metal hands in her hands, holding it firmly while looking up at him. "You would do that for me?", she asks, tears welling up in her eyes. "You're the kindest of cookie cans, sir."

Kwin chuckles. "Yeah, he'a a softy like that. Get her whatever she wants, Kohl. My tab."

He continues to scan the room and the action, hanbo at the ready. "Looks like this'll work out okay, but I really need to stop leaving my sword behind when I'm not expecting trouble."

"Oh really?" Miyako replies with sparkling eyes. "That amazing, you're awesome!'

Miyako puts her finger on her chin and seems deep in thought. "Hmm... To start off I'd like some chocolate chip cookies... Followed by some cream soup. Of course I'll need some bread with that. Next I'd like a nice steak. Soft, not hard. I don't like my steak hard. Also, I'd like some vegetables with that. Broccoli preferably. For dessert I'd like a strawberry pudding with whipped cream, and a cafe latte to flush it down. Hmm... Yes, that should do it for now."

Nimo and Kwin's sweep of the crowd shows him the same signs of battle as before. Groups of ruffians have sectioned off and are duking it out amoungst themselves. There is one noticeable change, movement can be seen outside the front windows.

End of 6 round time? Or are you guys just exploiting the "talking is a free action" thing lol

Dunno, I ain't drivin' this train! :o)

Spidey Sense: 1d100 ⇒ 78

'Hmm... Kohl, this is maybe nothing, but humor me: Sheathe your weapon and try to look casual." As he says this, Kwin stashes his hanbo and walks over to the kitsune girl. "Miyako, I'm not being forward, honest. I have a feeling something's about to go down, and we'll be better off if we look like we're just hanging out, not fighting. Just trust me and play along for now, please; you can slap me later if this turns out to be nothing."

So saying, he stands next to her and puts his arm around her waist, trying to look as if the two were on a date and totally at a loss about the carnage erupting around them.

"I'll... I'll still get the food, won't I?", Miyako says confused. "We'll look more like we're hanging out when we're ordening food and eating?"

1d100 ⇒ 64

"Wha...? Uh... yeah sure, I promise. Maybe after, though; I don't think there'll be enough time to order. I have a feeling something's about to happen. But we can start walking over to the bar if you want."

"Sir?" Kol asks in confusion as he follows Kwin over to Miyako. "Are you sure you do not need medical attention for your head injury? My weapons have already been sheathed for the past few minutes." Nevertheless, Kol obeys the order and leans casually against a nearby support column next to the two kitsune, arms crossed but empty.

Suddenly aware of his throbbing head again, Kwin wavers slightly and holds Miyako a bit more tightly for support. "I'm fine. When did you install a third arm?"

any objections for rolling this along?

All at once something crashes through each of the windows. As it lands it starts spraying a yellow-green mist. None land near the group but the mist spreads from where it landed quickly. The brawlers start to go down as the mist encloses them. Some of the brawlers escape through the main entrance.
Actions go! No need to worry about order.

The bloody hell is this.

Nimos stands up and starts to go toward the exit when he stops and turns to Harry

Take a deep breath then run strait out the door

Nimos follows his own advice running straight through the door and over anyone in his way.

"Crap, that's not what I... FOLLOW ME!"

With those words Kwin releases Miyako and runs as rapidly as he can towards the portal to the guest rooms, attempting to skirt the edge of the gas cloud while weaving and leaping as if running an obstacle course.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Not bad considering the splitting headache and double vision! :o)

In the confusion that erupts following the yellow-green mist, Miyako loses track of where Kwin and the others are going. As quick as she can, Miyako stands up and heads toward the bar. She'll check to see where the door to the kitchen is.

People were ordening cooked food, which means there's a kitchen. A kitchen probably has more than one way in or out.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Assuming there's a kitchen Miyako will see the entrance. If not, ignore the next part. If there are any windows, please also tell me :)

Miyako moves inside the kitchen and looks around her for another door. If there is one, she then slips through that door. She moves quietly, warry of what might be on the other side.

Stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

"Ah, the guards have finally arrived," Kol says nonchalantly before he trundles after Kwin at a more deliberate pace up to the guest rooms. He is personally not worried about the knockout gas as breathing is not a requirement for him to function.

He pauses for a moment when he notices that Miyako has disappeared from their side and debates whether he should go back and attempt to retrieve her. He shakes his head and continues on, Master Kwin's safety was his main objective. She would have to fend for herself for now.

@Nimos As you run to the exit the green-yellow mist envelops you, and the other brawlers make way for the Minotaur who not long ago knocked out a dwarf with a single swipe.
Roll d100 if you roll higher then 35 you successful hold your breath, if not roll a fort saving throw

@Miyako You manage to make your way into the kitchen and see a door, however as you enter the room a walf of the green-yellow smoke envelops you roll fort save

@Kwin and Kol make it to the doors which lead into the main check in station and the stairs, but just as you do this 3 heavily armored guards burst through the main entrance

At the sudden impact of both doors opening at ones the receptionist says in a paniced voice Oh goodness! What is going on!

EVERYBODY CALM DOWN! One of the Guards yells quiet manically I WANT YOU ALL TO LIE DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!
Map for Kwin/Kol

Merry upon losing his dance partner finaly notices the smoke enveloping them. He notices people start to go down and sees his allies run in all directions Bah! And just when I be havin' a swingin' time with the wee lassy. Merry takes up his origanal seat, takes out his pipe and proceeds to light it Me thinks this atta be blown over in a jiffy

A walf of the green-yellow smoke envelops Miyako as she opens the door that will lead her out of the kitchen. She covers her nose up with a hand, unsure if she's inhaled any.

Fort save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Nothing bad seems to happen to her so Miyako presses on.

Where will I end up, outside of the building or in yet another room?