Hmm's Against the Aeon Throne -- The Adventures of The Teapot!

Game Master Hmm

Uninvited Guests at the Execution - Dalinar, Pon, Prosper, Rush & Wint

Dalinar, Pon, Prosper, Rush and Wint rush to the execution site!

Aibretta is dangling from a lamppost by her manacled hands. Her body hangs so her feet nearly touch the ground, her nose bleeding badly and fresh bruises rising all over her face. Two senior Aeon Guard cadets—particularly cruel members of the organization—stand near Aibretta, taclashes at the ready, and a dozen colonists stand around watching in numb horror.

Meanwhile two regular Aeon Guard Cadets stand near Jellik. One has a gun casually pointed at his head, while the other reads from a prepared document. “Colonists of Nakondis, be aware today that two rebels face justice. Jellik Fulson is here on charges of sabotage and the foul murder of four aeon guards. His wife, Aibretta --”

“Ex-wife!” Aibretta shouts before getting punched in the face by one of the two guards upon her.

“--Fullson, is charged with aiding, abetting, and harbouring him. Her sentence, to be carried out immediately, is 50 slow lashes. This is what happens to the families of traitors who rebel against the Azlanti Empire that comforts and protects you. We will kill them, and then we kill you.”

Then the cadet reading nods, and one of the senior cadets grabs Aibretta’s jaw, forcibly opening it, showing Aibretta’s sharp little tusks. “In addition, it has come to our attention that this colonist’s blood is sullied -- she’s not even human. So putting her down will be a mercy.” The person reading smiles. “Proceed with the sentence.”

One of the cadets lifts his whip, and Aibretta screams defiantly, ”We’d do it agai -- Aaaaaaagh!" Whatever else she might have said is lost as the whip hits her.

Both of the cadets on Jellik hold him down as he struggles, trying to reach his ex-wife.

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Round 1
Active conditions: Mist: 20% miss chance up close, 50% ranged.

Spec (liberating hobgars)
Dalinar
Wint
Pon
Prosper
Minos (liberating hobgars)

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Red Senior Cadet
Blue Senior Cadet

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Rush

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Dalinar, Wint, Pon and Prosper are all up!

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Hobgar Liberation - Minos and Spec

With the pulse gun that had been liberated from the Azlanti drones, and Minos as back up, Spec flies in to try to short out the hobgar cage!

A sturdy metal pole rises 30 feet above the settlement, its top nearly obscured by fog. A wide metal cage with an angled opening no wider than a human fist sits on top of the pole. The wire mesh of the cage crackles with electricity. A small control box rests right underneath a metal plate at the bottom of the cage. Several tiny, furry creatures leap about inside the cage, rattling the electrified mesh and hooting in distress.

“Oooga-chaka, oooga-oooga-chaka!”

This trap attracts hobgars from throughout the settlement, who climb the pole to investigate the charged mesh cage and become trapped inside. Normally, the colonists empty the cage once it has trapped six or eight hobgars, but with the Azlanti occupation, this hasn't been a priority. A dozen hobgars are currently squeezed into the cage, frustrated and angry. The hobgars occasionally launch their energy rays at creatures they see, but the pole is too tall for the rays to reach anyone on the ground.

Please note what you are doing in rounds. Assume that it will take 2 rounds to make it to the other location.

Wint screams out at the top of his lungs. Which, of course, comes out as a bit of a squeak.

"They're innocent!! WE killed the Azlanti. You silly, silly things. We fooled you!!"

He then ducks into the fog and then shoots the yellow Azlant (the one with the gun pointed at Jelliks head)

stealth for trick attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26
auto pistol (KAC): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 for
bashing: 1d6 ⇒ 6 plus trick attack: 1d4 ⇒ 4
reflex save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Pon says nothing and just fires at the voice next to Abrietta.

Shooting at red
Rifle attacking defensively: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 3 - 4 = 10
1d8 ⇒ 2
miss on a 1: 1d2 ⇒ 1

Minos slowly approaches the poll of hogbars hopefully in a clamming manner

Survival (Handle Animal): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Then tries to survey the trap.

Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Execution

Both Wint and Pon miss in the mist!

One Azlanti calls out, "Wait your turn, rebel scum! We'll deal with you -- and your families -- shortly."

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Hobgars

Minos, based on that roll, you can tell Spec exactly how to short out the power box, whether as a ranged shot or a more up close tampering.

Spec, you have +2 to your roll to power down that cage!

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Round 1
Active conditions: Mist: 20% miss chance up close, 50% ranged.

Spec (liberating hobgars)
Dalinar
Wint
Pon
Prosper
Minos (liberating hobgars)

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Red Senior Cadet
Blue Senior Cadet

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Rush

Not so long ago Dalinar was the type of person who would've balked at the idea that these colonists were worth as much as he. Pon's statements may not have meant exactly that but Dalinar took them that way. He tries very hard to banish those demons but worries every waking moment that they will return stronger. These roiling emotions put him in a bad place.

The soldiers outing Aibretta as a half-orc and claiming that made her less than them would've made him very angry. If it were possible for him to be any madder, or if he had even heard it over the rage in his head. Seeing the former couple chained up for a beating sent him completely over the edge. By the time the Azlanti had begun speaking about Aibretta's heritage Dalinar was long gone. All he could see was the soldier with the whip. All he could feel was the power of creation, and more prominently, destruction coursing through him. As he felt his attunement rising his armor flared even brighter and he rushed at the soldier before attempting to relieve him of his whip arm.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Crit: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Photon attunement. Would someone kindly move me next to the whipping soldier, I assume blue?

Spec attempts to fly most of the way up the pole in such a fashion that he remains mostly shielded from their nasty little electrical rays.

Stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

...mostly by hoping that they aren't paying attention.

Then he aims the pulscaster pistol and attempts to use it to overload the control box on the bottom of the cage.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2 Electrical
Miss 1-50: 1d100 ⇒ 63

not quite sure what that +2 from Minos might work on

I'm guessing we can vaguely see them despite the 50% concealment, just based on the description of us seeing things happen.

Prosper, expecting these bulky guards might be a little more formidable, levels his rifle at the nearest senior azlanti guard (Red) and fires a distracting flare.

Fire Support vs. Red, DC15: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 (If successful, next ally to attack foe gets a +2 circumstance bonus on attack roll; Next ally that foe attacks gets a +2 circumstance bonus to AC for that one attack)
Miss chance: 1d2 ⇒ 1

As the flare brightens the mist with a red-white glow, he draws his survival knife in one hand. He calls out "Always with the threatening people's families? Don't you have anything better to shout?"

If you have a targeting computer, can I see that in your header? If you don't have a targetting computer, can I get the miss chance for your rolls in the mist please?

Hobgar Liberation

BZZZZZZZT!!!!

Spec hits true, hitting the control box in just the right place!

"Ooooooga-chaka, oooga-ooooga-chaka!"

The hobgars start spilling out of that cage in waves! Hungry and cranky, some immediately run to the barracks and start chomping on the delicious looking electronics there, including security boxes and power cabling running along the outside.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

Sparks arc off the barracks as the hobgars start chewing on all that delicious Azlant tech!

Still other hobgars turn and look at Minos and his electical equipment.

"Ooooooga-chaka, oooga-ooooga-chaka!"

This is where Minos remembers that he runs faster than they do... Do you run, Minos? The pack of crazed fur balls is all around you, smelling your yummy yummy comm equipment and tools!

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Execution Party

While I am waiting to hear about miss chances from the execution party in the fog, let's deal with the Azlanti. Since all of your attacks were against different targets, all the Azlanti will have survived this turn whether you hit them or not.

Blue and Red leave off attacking Airbretta to turn to the fresh threats.

Blue Taclash vs Dalinar: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Slashing Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 1

Blue misses in the fog!

Red Taclash vs Pon: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Slashing Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 33

Red takes a nasty slice out of Pon!

Meanwhile, Yellow looks up and says, "बकवास!" as you all hear, "Ooooooga-chaka, oooga-ooooga-chaka!" in the distance!

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Round 2
Active conditions: Mist: 20% miss chance up close, 50% ranged.

Spec (liberating hobgars)
Dalinar
Wint
Pon (-9)
Prosper
Minos (liberating hobgars)

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Red Senior Cadet
Blue Senior Cadet

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Rush (did you have a miss chance last turn?)

Please include miss chances from last time!

Wint ducks into the mist, heading for yellow, ducking in and out of the mist

stealth for trick attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
tactical baton (KAC): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
for bashing: 1d4 ⇒ 2 plus trick attack: 1d4 ⇒ 4
miss chance (high hits): 1d100 ⇒ 68

"Darn, I used to be so good at this :-("

1st round miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 91

Dalinar has abandoned his dueling stance from earlier and continues hacking at the soldier with both hands. He connects even more with the destructive power of the nova and his armor starts giving off small ejections.

Miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 52
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

more photon attunement.

Wint is having a bad day in the fog, but Dalinar slices right through Blue. The crowd of onlookers cheers and starts to grab sticks and clubs.

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Round 2
Active conditions: Mist: 20% miss chance up close, 50% ranged.

Spec (liberating hobgars)
Dalinar
Wint
Pon (-9)
Prosper
Minos (liberating hobgars)

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Red Senior Cadet
Blue Senior Cadet (DEAD)

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Rush (did you have a miss chance last turn?)

Prosper wanders up through the mist to the red senior cadet, calling out "Nice one Dalinar, over here, we've got another!"

Just before his own attack, he looks down at the demonic, cursed knife. It feels weighty in his hands - the weight of thousands of lost lives - the weight of blood. He considers holding back. What would happen if this knife took another life? Would it awaken to its true, evil form?

But when he sees Pon getting brutally attacked, he steels himself.

Survival Knife vs. Red: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Survival Knife (S): 1d4 ⇒ 3
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 44

When the weapon bites home, he shudders, expecting the worst.

Please, please don't make this guy's head explode too!

"C'mon Minos, the distraction is in full swing! Let's get over to the not-gonna-be-an-execution."

With that Spec starts flying from rooftop to rooftop to get to the execution site. (Absently humming "Hooked on a Feeling" as he goes)

Attack defensively: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 3 - 4 = 1
1d4 ⇒ 4
Pon curses the Azlanti in his mind and pulls out his baton as he holds the rifle in the other hand. He then dips and ducks around to throw his enemy off, but focuses more on dodging than attacking.

Prosper once again uses the demonic knife to great advantage, slicing the Azlanti without exploding his head. The greatly wounded Pon is surprised, when as he fights defensively, he hears Goraya's voice call out in the fog, "Hold it together, you can do it!" and to his surprise he gets 5 stamina back.

It's campaign mode. Of course the colonists have to have at least one inspiring boost envoy!

Click. Whirr.

Botting Rush's Miss Chance

Miss Chance: 100 = 100

Rush's shot in the fog shoots true!

Minos seeing the part of the Hogbar mass head towards him, begins to hoof it to rendezvous with the rest at Airbretta shop. Occasionally he pulls off part of his Junk Armor and throws it it behind him to "feed the monkeys"

By the time he get to the shop, he is just in his typical work harness.

Click. Whirr.

Bot Buddy redoes Rush's check, as he realized he made a coding error last time that would have guaranteed victory.

Rush's Real Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 58

But Rush hits anyway!

Yellow gives up on holding onto Jellik, and tries to knife the little blue menace that has been attacking her.

Yellow Survival Knife vs Wint: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Slashing Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Miss Chance, High is a Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 3

Red goes after Pon again. "How dare you wear the uniform of my murdered comrade!"

Red Taclash vs Pon: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Slashing Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Miss Chance, High is a Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 95

Meanwhile, Orange decides it's time to shoot her prisoner.

Orange Gun vs Jellik: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Piercing Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Miss Chance, High is a Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 29

All three miss!

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A whole bunch of things happen in this crazy new round!

Minos, shedding junk armor the entire way, leads a pack of hobgars onto the map, with Spec flying overhead! Spec notices more Azlanti arriving to join the fight, but also sees that the crowd is starting to raise their clubs and join in!

Meanwhile, the hobgars start swarming the biggest sources of delicious tech that they can see -- the new Azlanti arrivals!

"Ooooooga-chaka, oooga-ooooga-chaka!"

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All of a sudden, a battered old woman that has been standing leaning on her crutch and a teenaged boy, yells, "Don't just stand there, help 'em!"

CROWD CONTROL!

So here is the effect of the crowd diving in to help you. Rather than put a bunch more minis on here to clutter up the map, we'll add an abstract effect here. All of you have flank for your melee attacks, and any time you roll damage, add an extra d6 as members of the crowd kick and batter the Azlantis with you. Any time an Azlanti would be reduced to less to 4 or less hit points, the crowd will finish them off for you. In addition, you all have a cover bonus of +4 against Azlant attacks because the crowd is protecting you!

Make a GM happy and roleplay this effect, please!

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Round 3
Active conditions: Mist: 20% miss chance up close, 50% ranged. Also, the crowd wades in to help! You all have flank, cover and an additional 1d6 damage on your melee attacks!

Spec
Dalinar
Wint
Pon (-4)
Prosper
Minos

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Hobgars

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Yellow Cadet
Orange Cadet
New Blue Cadet (-4 on attacks due to distraction)
New Green Cadet (-4 on attacks due to distraction)
Red Senior Cadet
Blue Senior Cadet (DEAD)

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Rush

Minos quickly surveys the situation and leaps to save Jellik from the one Azlanti that just shot at him. He chants "Oooga Oooga Chaka" hoping to get a few of the hogbars to jump on the same target.

Gore Attack on Orange: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 2 = 8

Although not hurting the cadet giving it a non-helpless target to worry about.

Rush continues assaulting the Orange Soldier, as his guard is down!
Attack Roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Damage Roll: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 68

Rush tries to shoot, but a rioter gets in the way at the last second, and he pulls his needle rifle up to prevent hurting a civilian!

"Wow! They're all helping us!!"

"Thank you everybody!! Being helped is almost as good as helping, isn't it? You all rock!!! Lets get these scum!!"

"I'm armored and they're not. I'd better make myself the main target"

"Azlanti, behold your DOOM! For I am a mighty blue engine of death!"

stealth for trick attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
tactical baton (KAC): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 2 = 19
for bashing: 1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + (4) = 8 plus trick attack: 1d4 ⇒ 1
miss chance (high hits): 1d100 ⇒ 89

Emboldened by the crowd and determined that any retaliation goes toward him, Wint clambers up the Azlanti himself and makes a pretty poor attempt at stealth. He then whacks the yellow Azalnti upside the head and leaps clear of the body, leaving the rest of his wonderful friends to hopefully finish him

Obviously, mechanically I TRIED a sneak attack. Not sure if 8 points puts the Azlant within 4 of going down or not

After Dalinar takes down the former executioner he turns to his next foe and takes a mighty swing...Only to stop just in time. A colonist had made their way into the fray. Calm yourself Dalinar. Righteous fury is fine but make sure it stays righteous.

He takes a look at his surroundings finally. Minos, make sure they don't kill Jellik. I'm coming Pon!" Dalinar rushes to fight the other senior cadet.

Now centered Dalinar's attunement reaches its full potential, his armor bubbling and flaring like the surface of a star. He urges the colonists on as he makes his attack. "Down with tyrants!"

Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 84
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Crit: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Rebel Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Minos and Rush both miss Orange, but Minos give Orange another target other than Jellik.

Meanwhile, Dalinar and Wint each attack their Azlantis, and the colonists help finish them off, whacking the Azlantis with clubs and cheers! The old lady uses her crutch to whack the senior cadet, Red, and shouts, "...and that's what you get for beating me up!"

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Round 3
Active conditions: Mist: 20% miss chance up close, 50% ranged. Also, the crowd wades in to help! You all have flank, cover and an additional 1d6 damage on your melee attacks!

Spec
Dalinar
Wint
Pon (-4)
Prosper
Minos

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Hobgars

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Yellow Cadet (DEAD)
Orange Cadet
New Blue Cadet (-4 on attacks due to distraction)
New Green Cadet (-4 on attacks due to distraction)
Red Senior Cadet (DEAD)
Blue Senior Cadet (DEAD)

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Rush

As Spec flutters down into the fray, he lands between the hobgars and a teenager. He taps the boy on the side and asks "Pardon me mi'boy, could you just lean to the... thaaank you!"

He gets a glimpse of the Orange soldier, and in turn shows him what it's like to be a victim

Casts Mind Thrust
Psychic Damage: 2d10 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7 DC14 Will for half

A nearby colonist notices Orange's discomfiture and begins whacking him with a handy bag of ... turnips?
Riot Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Orange Will Save: 1d20 ⇒ 20

But shaking off the worst of the blast does not help her, as the crowd surges in to finish off Orange!

Meanwhile, New Blue and Green are screaming as the hobgars are chewing on their gear!

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Round 3
Active conditions: Mist: 20% miss chance up close, 50% ranged. Also, the crowd wades in to help! You all have flank, cover and an additional 1d6 damage on your melee attacks!

Spec
Dalinar
Wint
Pon (-4)
Prosper
Minos

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Hobgars

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Yellow Cadet (DEAD)
Orange Cadet (DEAD)
New Blue Cadet (-4 on attacks due to distraction)
New Green Cadet (-4 on attacks due to distraction)
Red Senior Cadet (DEAD)
Blue Senior Cadet (DEAD)

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Rush

Pon, now surrounded by a crowd of colonists, points toward the oncoming squad of Azlanti, "More Azlanti are coming!" He then takes that opportunity to hobble away and hide.
Stealth: 1d20 + 4 - 3 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 3 = 15

Pon hobbles behind the closest module, leans heavily against it and slides down to a sitting position. He lets go of the weapons he is holding as he puts his hands to his wound and applies pressure. Wincing at the pain and panting from everything following this he thinks to himself, I hate this planet. This is why I live alone.

Prosper throws the evil knife down (covering it with his foot to stop any of the riled up colonists for thinking of picking it up) and returns to using his rifle. He sends a flare arcing over the heads of Dalinar and Minos to try to distract the green azlanti even further.

Fire Support vs. DC15: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 (If successful, next ally to attack foe gets a +2 circumstance bonus on attack roll; Next ally that foe attacks gets a +2 circumstance bonus to AC for that one attack)
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 9

But the flare fires far over everyone's heads instead.

"Oooga-chaka, ooga-chaka!" Crunch, crunch

The hobgars happily swarm over the two remaining Azlanti, eating their gear.

"Aaaagggghhh!" The Azlanti scream, but they have presence of mind to still shoot at Dalinar because he looks badass.

Blue Gun vs Dalinar: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 3 - 4 = 6
Piercing Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Miss Chance, High is a Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 88

Green Gun vs Dalinar: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 3 - 4 = 10
Piercing Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Miss Chance, High is a Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 94

Distracted by the swarm of hobgars, they miss!

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Round 4
Active conditions: Mist: 20% miss chance up close, 50% ranged. Also, the crowd wades in to help! You all have flank, cover and an additional 1d6 damage on your melee attacks!

Spec
Dalinar
Wint
Pon (-4)
Prosper
Minos

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Hobgars

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Yellow Cadet (DEAD)
Orange Cadet (DEAD)
New Blue Cadet (-4 on attacks due to distraction)
New Green Cadet (-4 on attacks due to distraction)
Red Senior Cadet (DEAD)
Blue Senior Cadet (DEAD)

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Rush

"More of those monkey things? I don't want to get them pissed off. They might be angry at us for killing their friends"

Wint ducks into the mist, hiding a little, and then shoots almost blindly at the blue Azlanti

stealth for trick attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
Laser (EAC): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
for fire: 1d4 ⇒ 3 plus trick attack: 1d4 ⇒ 2
miss chance (high hits): 1d100 ⇒ 9

but, in the mist, his shot goes well wide, hitting one of the colonists with a grazing shot

"Sorry. I was aiming at the Azlant. Didn't mean to hit you. Sorry"

Minos moves up and works on getting Jerrik free and safe.

Dalinar doesn't just look badass, he feels it. He had been doing so so at best in the Teapot crew's previous fights but here stopping the Azlantis from actively executing someone he feels his full potential is coming to fore.

Dalinar moves towards the sound of the soldier screaming. He finds himself in the midst of the hobgars and a pair of cadets. His blood cries out for him to go nova but he holds back, he doesn't want to catch any of the colonists in the blast. He settles for attacking one of the soldiers with Stag Render.

Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 65
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + (6) + 4 = 12

With all the holes that have been chewed in the Azlanti's armor, and the flank bonus from the helpful colonists, Dalinar's mighty blow hits!

And I'm going to hand-waive the rest of this combat, because one Azlanti against the rest of you doesn't stand a chance!

The last azlanti attempts to run, and is brought down in a wave of colonist clubs!

Whack! Whack! Whack!

COMBAT OVER

While the remaining hobgars much contentedly on Azlant armor, the colonists help you gently pull Aibretta down from the lamppost. She groans, but waves away Jellik's attempts to comfort her.

Leaning on the teenager once again, the woman with the crutch clomps over to you. Clomp, clomp, clomp! When you look at her more closely, you realize that she isn't as old as you previously thought. Just weathered and very battered and in a lot of pain. "I'm Quorsica Arquinn. So you're Aibretta's heroes?" She stares at you with narrowed eyes for a moment. "You'll do. I'm gonna assume that you're going in there." Quorsica points at the barracks. "Spent my time in there and then they brought me out here and beat me to an inch of my life to teach me a lesson. Guess I'm hard to teach!" She grins, showing a mouth with a lot of broken teeth.

"Why don't you rest up, we'll get my son Welldis to heal some of you, and I'll draw you a map of what I remember before you head in there?" Assisted by other colonists, she leans down heavily.

Welldis looks very nervous to be called forth, and stares at the ground instead of meeting your gaze, but becomes interested when seeing your wounds. "Ooh. Nasty. Um, I think I can help?"

Welldis can do two healing spells and one healing touch. Who most needs it?

Pon stays behind the module holding his wound. But he does listen.

BEFORE WE HEAD TO THE BARRACKS, IT'S TIME TO LEVEL.

I'm going to level you all up here since we're most of the way through part 2. If there is some small aspect of your character that you want to change, you may do so. So you could shift an envoy improvisation or a spell or... well, tell me and we'll work it out.
Don't forget that you may pick up Azlanti with a point in Culture, and you've had plenty of chances to learn a little already.

House Rule: Solarians get 6 skill points / level.

"Follow me Welldis." Dalinar leads the lad over to Pon, "This man needs you most it seems to me."

He addresses Pon next with the most formal tone he can muster, which is very formal. "I apologize for earlier. Personal matters clouded my judgement." He gives a stiff about face and walks away with no further comment.

As the two emerge from around the corner of the module, Pon holds a hand up, "I am with the crew that has been helping Abrietta-Oh it's you..." Pon trails off as he sees Dalinar. He says nothing in response to Dalinar just gestures at the young man and points him to his wound.

It seems that Pon was in the middle of sewing up his wounds himself. He thankfully accepts the healing of the young man, "Thank you young man. Your talents are a credit to this colony," he says softly with a wince and a smile.

"We're NOT Aibretta's heroes. We're the Mysterious Seven"

Won't have time to level up until later tonight

Prosper deftly holsters his rifle (in a way that would have been impossible had he had +0 BAB still), picks up and stows his demon knife, and waves to the others through the mist. "Oh my gosh guys, we did it! Well, to be fair, mostly these colonists did it!" He looks to the nearest colonist that smashed one of the azlanti cadets "You guys swing a mean club, that's for sure." He exchanges high fives with anyone who feels up to it.

He slips through the crowd to Quorsica and grins at Wint's comment. "Yeah, Mysterious Seven. That's us! Aibretta's group must be, like, some other guys." He winks at Wint, before speaking more seriously "Um, anyone else around here hurt? That was a really chaotic fight, and with the mist, y'know, people could mistake each other."

"Oh, and, yeah, we're planning to go as soon as we can." He points to the barracks. "Is Cedona in there still?"

"Mysterious... Seven." Nodding, Rush seems to give his approval and agreement. "I.. Like it."

Minos smiles "Thank you. Though we should not wait too long. Aside from pushing the advantage on the Azlanti. Also I am worried that Lord-Dracos may need to stop pestering his sister, and should check in on the ship as well in the near future."

I have most of my level in mind, but should have it finalized by lunch time

As Minos mentions Lord-Dracos-Thagomar - Third-Scion-of-the-Fallen-House-of-the-most-noble-Gunthar-Family -and- Destroyer-of-all-thing-Fluffy you do realize that all of Cubber's squox kits have been left back at The Teapot with only Pip in charge. But surely the inquisitive and dexterous squox kits could not have gotten in too much trouble in only 48 hours, right?

Goraya arranges for food to be brought out for all of you. Wint of course helps her, garnishing all the dishes, and carries out several platters full of smoked fish sandwiches with some sort of vinegared bitter green in lieu of lettuce. While the food is arriving, Quorsica sketches the interior of the barracks. ”My hands are ‘bout the only bones that the damn Azlanti didn’t break.” Quorsica attempts and fails to get into a comfortable position for the task, wincing several times as she draws. “But I’ll show them. Not gonna be a cripple forever, and the next time they show their faces, I’ll be there to whup their emerald asses.”

Meanwhile, an argument between Jellik and Aibretta is steadily growing. “But I did it for the colony,” Jellik insists. ”They get to go on daring missions and help us, why can’t WE help us?”

“Don’t lie to me, Jellik, you did it because you were jealous of them getting all the attention and glory.” Aibretta glares at him. “You wanted to play the hero, and then you got yourself caught!”

“ANYWAYS,” Quorsica says, clearing her throat, and enunciating a bit louder than normal. “Let’s get back to the barracks.” She looks at Prosper. “You should know that Cedona got separated from the rest of us -- early. Those damned Azlant bastards think that androids aren’t fully sentient. But she was brought to the barracks same as me, Madelon, the three Tengridi brothers -- Paolo, Mario, Stefani -- Molly Riverwalker, Yasmi Ashidi, Danib and Cheskit. Basically, everyone who went on the expedition for that god-forsaken ship. So that’s nine prisoners in there.”

She shows you the map that she’s drawn, and then points to each room.

Now you can see that map on SLIDE ONE.

“ROOM ONE. That’s some sort of staging area, where the Azlanti like to muster and make sure their buttons and fancy boots are all polished before going out on assignments and such.” Quorsica pauses. “It’s also the main entrance to the place, and they’ve got some kind of lock on it so it only opens for Azlantis.”

At this point, Jellik rushes up. “That’s what I was working on... A little sabotage on the wiring leading to the main doors. But there’s something I learned while scouting for my sabotage.” He pauses here, and looks hopefully at Aibretta to see if she’s listening, but instead, she’s limped off to Welldis, showing him her injuries.

Jellik sighs. “Look. The cadets come and go freely from the garrison, as the doors there simply open when they approach. But I saw one of the cadets remove her helmet just before entering the garrison, as though she were going off-duty, but the door didn't open for her. She looked at her helmet, tapped it a few times, and put it back on; the door then opened for her.” Jellik taps Pon’s armor. “Now, I can’t be certain, but I suspect that the garrison doors are keyed to open for anyone wearing Azlanti armor.”

"Suggestion: We were able to take out enough Azlanti cadets to get their armor for at least most of us. It would be probable to say we could utilize them as disguises for an infiltration. If not, there should be enough technical skill here to get it to open anyways, but possibly set of an alarm."

Rush looks up from his third fish sandwich he has consumed, bits of it dripping from his mouth. "Look like bad guys?"

Spec excitedly pipes up "Burmph amurhbt durobcah..."
Looking mortified at his social gaffe, he carefully swallows the small smoked fish he had inadvertently pulled from his sandwich.

"Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry about that. Ahem, what I had intended to ask was 'What about the hobgar damage on the building? Can we assume that anything will be operating as intended after that?"