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

Game Master Hmm

Minos looks at Jellik. "There is a tail among my race. The Seven Horned Warriors. In Orc Samora. It is a tale of seven strangers coming to help a village that is being over run by bandits in great numbers. But it was messy but they still saved the village. We are seven and that is a mighty number."

Turning the Prosper. "There may be thirty, but are they all in one place. If we can find out where they are patrolling and the rotation of their guards, then we can out number them in small does. Take one from three and that leaves only one"

"Professor, see if he will give exact numbers of soldiers."

Dalinar gives Minos a small salute, "I like that train of thought. We do not have to overpower these Azlant people, we can out smart them. We have some smart people here in this group, you can point my sword and I in the right direction."

I will drink the other serum if there are no objections.

"Uh, 1 from 3 leaves 2, doesn't it?" Wint says, completely missing the point

Turning the Prosper. "There may be thirty, but are they all in one place. If we can find out where they are patrolling and the rotation of their guards, then we can out number them in small does. Take one from three and that leaves only one."

Jellik’s eyebrows rise sky high. “I have got to introduce you to Aibretta. She thinks like you do. That is, if she’ll let me near her house. Um, she kind of chased me out with a broom, and threw my underwear in the street the last time I was there.”

"Prosper, disguise up," Pon says as he gestures at the other body. "Professor, can you ask them what the average rank of the soldiers here?"

"Professor, see if he will give exact numbers of soldiers."

When the Professor translates the questions, the girl frowns at everyone but him, then speaks urgently to Spec. “उल्लू मित्र, बारीकी से सुनो। ये गद्दार आपका इस्तेमाल कर रहे हैं। आपको उन्हें जवाब देने की ज़रूरत नहीं है! साम्राज्य के सम्मान के लिए रखें!”

Prosper is momentarily distracted by counting numbers off on his fingers. "Uh. Is math, y'know, different for Nuar?" (Maybe he's just doing some quick mafs)

"But I think I get your point Minos. It's just, um, a lot for a first mission."

When Spec translates what the cadet is saying, Prosper rubs the back of his neck sheepishly before bowing respectfully towards Spec, doing his best impression of a contrite servant.

Bluff: 1d20 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (18) + 5 + (4) = 27

'Right, just charmed to like Spec. Not the rest of us.'

"Uh, Great Master Spec, you asked me earlier to remind you that we should ask..." 'Where the invading forces weak points are? That probably wouldn't fly, right? Right!' "...You wanted to know where a bunch of new cadets, and servants for those cadets, should report to. And how many other cadets there are. Because, uh, the cadets will each get a personal servant if there's enough to go around."

Prosper smiles endearingly at the charmed cadet.

Spec attempts to smile encouragingly at the bound woman, and shifts slightly so that his body and semi-unfurled wings impede her view of the others. He also lights up his Faerie Feathers in a subtle light display that he hopes with help keep her disoriented enough to answer truthfully.

”हेल्लो वहाँ क्यों दोस्त! मैं प्रतिबंधों के लिए बहुत माफी माँगता हूँ, लेकिन हम कुछ गलतफहमी के कारण दिखाई देते हैं, और आप जानते हैं कि साम्राज्य कर्मियों की त्रुटियों के कारण मूल्यवान संसाधनों को खोने से कितना नफरत करता है, इसलिए हम इसे एक दोस्ताना तरीके से हल नहीं करते हैं, हम्म?
अब, मैं इस इकाई के विद्रोह और अजीब मेकअप के बारे में आपकी चिंताओं को पहचानता हूं, और हम उन्हें अच्छे समय में संबोधित करेंगे, लेकिन पहले मैं वास्तव में इसकी सराहना करूंगा यदि आप मुझे इस ग्रह के समग्र पर स्थिति संबंधी रिपोर्ट दे सकते हैं ?
यदि आप कृपया अपना नाम, रैंक, और क्रम संख्या के साथ शुरू करते हैं, और आदेश की अनुलग्नक श्रृंखला के साथ अनुसरण करते हैं, तो निश्चित रूप से हम यह सुनिश्चित करना चाहते हैं कि किसी भी दुर्भाग्यपूर्ण घटनाओं को उचित इंपीरियल प्रोटोकॉल के अनुसार रिपोर्ट किया जाए।”

Lets the poor woman answer, and interrupts her before her next question with another word-blitz ..
He also takes advantage of the break to text a summary to the group comm band

”आह, धन्यवाद। कृपया कार्रवाई के लिए आवंटित संसाधन सूची के साथ जारी रखें, और यह न भूलें कि न केवल मानव संसाधन की संख्या और गुणवत्ता शामिल है, बल्कि प्राधिकरण अधिकारी भी है जिसने इस ग्रह का चयन करने और कब्जा करने के लिए इंपीरियल फंड संवितरण के लिए हस्ताक्षर किए हैं। निश्चित रूप से यह सब मानक मिशन में था, जैसे कि दरार बनाने वाले कैडेटों को अपने आप को पहले ही बना लिया गया था?

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He also offers to use the Healing touch on Dalinar to save the last serum

Upon seeing the cadet's discomfort, Spec hastens to add
”अपनी प्रिय महिला के इस्तेमाल की आपकी चिंताओं के अनुसार, मुझे आपको दो पुरानी कहावतों का उल्लेख करना चाहिए ‘क्या एक आदमी किसी नाखून को डुबाने के लिए हथौड़े का इस्तेमाल करता है, या किसी छड़ी से, कोई आदमी घर पर हथौड़ा चलाने के लिए किसी आदमी का इस्तेमाल करता है?
‘एक शिल्पकार का सबसे अच्छा उपकरण उसके हाथ में है। '

मैं आपको विश्वास दिलाता हूं कि उनके दिखावे के बावजूद, वे हाथ में मिशन के लिए इस्तेमाल किए जाने वाले उपयुक्त उपकरण हैं, और यह कि मेरे साथ जबरदस्ती नहीं की जा रही है। वास्तव में, क्या अनियमितताओं की यह टीम सफल होनी चाहिए, महान महिमा हो सकती है। मुझे यकीन है कि आप मेरे प्रिय को समझ रहे हैं”

“Now, I recognize your concerns about the rebellion and the strange makeup of this unit, and we will address them in good time, but first I would really appreciate it if you could give me a situational report on the annexation of this planet as a whole?

“If you would please, start with your name, rank, and serial number, and follow with the annexation chain of command, because of course we want to make sure any unfortunate incidents are reported according to proper Imperial protocols."

The girl shakes her head a moment, almost like she’s trying to chase a key truth that is eluding her. “ओह, मुझे अब एहसास हुआ! यह एक परीक्षण मिशन था। साज वास्तव में मरा नहीं है, क्योंकि मैं उसे वहां देखता हूं।” She nods to the disguised Pon, suddenly delighted about something. “मुझे लगा कि कॉलोनीवासी ने आपकी हत्या कर दी!”

She waits for her owl friend’s nod before continuing. “पेरीडॉट स्क्वाड्रन के कैडेट काया।” She rattles off a long serial number and asks, “क्या हम अपने टेस्ट में फेल हो गए?”

“Please continue with the allocated resource list for the action, and don’t forget that not only includes the number and quality of human resources deployed, but also the authorizing officer who signed for the Imperial funds disbursement to select and occupy this planet. Surely this was all in the standard mission briefing such crack cadets as yourselves received prior to making planetfall?"

She looks about ready to answer you, then pauses, thinking this through. “हा, यह एक और परीक्षा है, है ना? मैं आपको ओलाजरा के क्रॉस कोड के बिना वह जानकारी नहीं दे सकता।” She looks pleased with herself. “देखिए मैं इस बार पास हो गया!”

"As to your concerns of being used my dear lady, I must refer you to two of the old proverbs ‘Does a man use a hammer to sink a nail, or by sticking out, does a nail use a man to hammer it home?’ ‘A craftsman's finest tool is the one in his hand.’

I assure you that despite their appearances, they are the appropriate tools to be used for the mission at hand, and that I am not being coerced. In fact, should this team of irregulars succeed, great glory may result. I’m sure you understand my dear."

“हम सभी साम्राज्य के लिए उपकरण हैं। सबसे मजबूत उपकरण महान चीजों को करने के लिए दूसरों को आकार देते हैं।” She responds, eagerly.

Pon holds his hands, palms up, smiles and nods at the female soldier.

"Regrets: Perhaps I should have gotten a translator module after all."

Dalinar seems frustrated. "It looks as though all the information we will get is what Jellik here told us. So, what are we going to do with these azlantis? Wint is correct, we cannot haul them with us. We could create a brig on the Teapot however."

Pon shrugs and says nonchalantly, "We kill them. They are a danger to us to be left anywhere. They are too fanatical to rehabilitate. It is not their fault, but this is what it is." Pon smiles warmly at the female captive as he walks over next to her.

Dalinar places a hand on Pon's shoulder, "Please, allow me. My conscious will not rest otherwise."

Dalinar takes a deep breath and steps forward. "The hardest duties must be performed yourself," he recites another quote to himself. "Professor, how long will your magic last? Or can you end it early? Once it is gone I want you to explain to her who we really are. Then repeat this: We, the crew of the Teapot, have judged you guilty of warcrimes against the people of Nakondis. I, Dalinar, lost scion of house Theodrin, will carry out your sentence. Death... Do you have any final words?"

After giving the soldier a chance to make a statement, Dalinar draws Stag Render and swings at her neck.

Pon raises an eyebrow at Dalinar quizzically when he places a hand on his shoulder. Pon then raises a hand to mouth to stifle from chuckling during Dalinar's ritual execution.

Last try

Spec tries to keep the smile on his face as he hears the team muttering in the background at Kaya’s obstinance.

”कैडेट काया, यह एक शानदार उत्तर है और मैं इम्पीरियल कोड के आपके पालन के लिए आपकी सराहना करता हूं। वास्तव में आपने उड़ने वाले रंगों के साथ आचरण परीक्षण पास किया था, जो मैं जोड़ सकता हूं। हालाँकि, आपके उत्तर में एक छोटी सी अनियमितता थी। इंपीरियल कोड 224 सेक्शन 21, सब्सक्रिप्शन सी, पैराग्राफ 14 के अनुसार, किसी भी कैडेट को किसी भी पूर्णकालिक इंपीरियल अधिकारी से किसी भी प्रोटोकॉल के लिए पूछताछ करने वाले किसी भी पूर्णकालिक इंपीरियल अधिकारी को नाम, पद, स्थिति, और एक साधन प्रदान करने की आवश्यकता होती है परिस्थिति…। कौन सा अनुलग्नक स्पष्ट रूप से योग्य है। कृपया 'ओलाजरा' और इसके बाद के संस्करण का अनुपालन करें।”

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Far too intimidated by Dalinar and Pon to not do precisely what Dalinar had asksed, Spec immediately complies, adding only:

”मैं वास्तव में चाहता हूं कि आप उस परीक्षा काया को पास न करें।”

"Regrets: Perhaps I should have gotten a translator module after all."

During the course of this, Jellik earnestly tries to translate the dialogue to Lingston. "Um, he's asking her for a report, and her name and her number? Seriously, her number? Fast worker, she's giving it to him... and something about tests and something something something about tools. Yep, that's the jist of it."

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I'm going to give you a few more bits of information, because Prosper and Spec were very clever about how they started to change their questions, and I think they would have eventually gotten these bits.

The girl does eventually let Spec know that most of her friends are cadets, and that this is a training mission for them. There's some sort of old ship they're recovering, and that Lieutenant Sharu wants it very much... but they also came out to rescue a missing potential colony of theirs, and then realized that no one here was Azlanti. So instead of a welcoming, they had to do an annexation, something she'd only ever read about or seen in vids, and that it's been a bit rough. "लेकिन वे सभी जल्द ही साम्राज्य के खुश और उत्पादक नागरिक होंगे, एक बार इन अप्रियताओं के होने के बाद।"

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The mere act of Dalinar approaching with the sword raised is enough to break the spell. The girl looks at Spec, hurt. "मित्र उल्लू, तुमने मातृभूमि के साथ विश्वासघात क्यों किया? हमने आपके लोगों को फिर से सभ्यता दी है।" Then she looks to Dalinar. "सुंदर शब्द। लेकिन यहां कोई युद्ध अपराध नहीं थे। हम कुछ ऐसा ले रहे हैं जो हमारा है, और इन गरीब उपनिवेशवादियों को सितारों में बेहतरीन साम्राज्य की सेवा करने का मौका दे।"

Cadet Kaya meets her fate stoically -- eyes open, calm, and head unbowed.

Sombered by the executions, you begin to make your way back to the colony. “I think that I need to take you guys to meet Aibretta. She’s good with things and people, and she might have ideas on how we can proceed. Even if she really doesn’t want to see me, she’ll want to meet you. Especially when she hears you guys speak orcish and stuff. I know a way through the backwoods that will lead right to our -- um, I mean, her -- junk shop. We won’t get seen.”

Jellik begins to tell you about the general layout of the colony [Map on Slide Six]. He talks about Aibretta’s shop, Madelon’s module, the water collector, the school, and other things in the town. “But where our commons was is now a great big barracks full of Azlanti.”

As you walk back closer to town, Wint shuts you up, and you all go pretty quiet. Eventually you reach a low spot that is simply carpeted with fog.

The fog obscures all sight, including darkvision, beyond 5 feet. A creature within 5 feet has concealment (attacks have a 20% miss chance) against its attacker. Creatures farther away have total concealment (50% miss chance, and the attacker can't use sight to locate the target) against their attackers. They won't be able to do ranged on you, and you won't be able to do ranged on them.

That’s when Minos looks down and realizes that his proximity badge is flashing. Minos realizes from the coding that there are four Azlanti guards approaching. And since it is so foggy, and they’re pretty confident, they’re keeping up a loud conversation with each other so that they don’t lose each other in the fog. The very fact that they are keeping in touch verbally means that they likely don’t have one of these badges themselves.

Place yourselves wherever you want on the map on Slide One. You will all get a surprise round before this starts, as a result of your successful stealth rolls earlier in this adventure.

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Round Surprise
Whole Team of The Teapot

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Round 1
Active conditions: Fog 20% miss chance within five feet; 50% miss chance further away

Wint

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Azlanti Cadets:
Red
Yellow
Pink
Green

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Minos
Dalinar
Spec
Prosper
Pon
Rush

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Prosper has some very non-squeamish allies!

Prosper crouches down until his head is right next to Wint's. He whispers "Think we could just keep our distance from them, circle around and attack them from the fog when they leave it? That badge Minos picked up could help us stay at the right distance."

Rush will be taking to the waters as he swims swiftly through the river. He uses it to lurk and be able to be in a proper ambush spot should the sound of combat begin.

Before doing so, LINGSTON reports this to his allies at a lower volume. "Tactic: We will be taking to the waters so Rush can have the advantage should a fight start out. Optimism: Best of luck team."

Dalinar practically lays down to speak with Wint and Prosper, "That may not be a bad idea, but what if the fog lasts until they make it all the way to their backup? It may be better to attack now. Does anyone have a way to find out where this mist leads?"

At the clearing

Minos does not vocally object to the treatment of the prisoners. He is sad about the waste of life, but also agrees with the pragmatism. Afterwards he collects the non-armor equipment from the cadets that no one else needs and puts them in his satchel.

The armor is 3 bulk each so unless anyone want heavy armor now, we can send a runner back if anyone in town will find value in them or to recycle later

Combat

Minos wades in to the water and then crouches down to be under the surface, waiting for the next group of cadets to get close.

Wint whispers back

"When hunting, do not let the prey in hand escape hoping for more prey later. Besides, we are here to free the colony, right?"

If the terrain permitted, I'd actually be OFF the map to the south. If it doesn't, I'm good where I am

--Round surprise --
Wint steps out of the mist and hits the yellow azlanti with his
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 for bashing: 1d4 ⇒ 3
tactical baton (KAC) crit confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
miss chance, high hits: 1d100 ⇒ 42

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When that doesn't put it down, he quickly moves and hides, hitting him again

stealth for trick attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20
tactical baton (KAC): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18 for bashing: 1d4 ⇒ 4
miss chance, high hits: 1d100 ⇒ 78

With no other options forthcoming Dalinar walks up behind a pair of soldiers. "Hey!" He waits until they turn around before trying to run the nearest one through.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Photon attunement. Unless surprise round doesn't count. The dice still love me.

Dalinar practically lays down to speak with Wint and Prosper, "That may not be a bad idea, but what if the fog lasts until they make it all the way to their backup? It may be better to attack now. Does anyone have a way to find out where this mist leads?"

Jellik, who has been limping along beside you, says, "Madelon's landing is downhill from here in a valley. The river leads most of the way to town... We're gonna put in an aqueduct for when we get bigger --" Jellik breaks off. "Yeah, okay. That's what we were going to do. Before all this happened. But right now the water collector is the main way into town. This time of day, the fog's likely to stay for hours, and be thicker still once you get to the landing."

5 out of 7 have given surprise round actions.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Whelp, I didn't pick up on it.

Pon follows Wint to the second group of soldiers. The two decide their first target quietly with hand signals and then get into position. With the softest of tones across their comms, they count down to the strike.

Pon aims his rifle toward the most likely spot at the center of mass on the talking soldier.
Rifle vs Yellow KAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
P damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6
miss on a 1: 1d2 ⇒ 2

Wint, in Starfinder you do not have to roll to confirm, you just auto confirm and do the extra damage. If you're okay with it I'll just roll your extra d4 damage so we can keep moving.
1d4 ⇒ 3

Prosper follows after Rush and Minos and draws a survival knife. He tries not to think too much about the fact that he'd napped through the lecture on using it in combat.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Oh that's nice, she sounds really helpful

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The professor had been morosely hopping from tree to tree coming down, hoping to stay in cover and out of any sightlines.

People never look up

He crouches near Dalinar, and when the Pink cadet approaches, fires down at them.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Cold Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3non-lethal
Miss 1-50: 1d100 ⇒ 33

Oops

Wint, in Starfinder you do not have to roll to confirm, you just auto confirm and do the extra damage. If you're okay with it I'll just roll your extra d4 damage so we can keep moving.
1d4

Doh!! I knew that!!. Too many versions of D&D floating around in my head right now. Thanks for covering for me

Proximity alert triggered, you prepare for an ambush in the fog. Minos, Rush and Prosper hide in the stream. Slowed down by his gimping leg, Jellik hides by a tree, realizing that he’s in no shape to go chasing Azlanti soldiers in the fog.

Wint proves that he’s just as good a hunter as he is a spy. With two well-timed hits with his tactical Baton, he downs the yellow Azlant soldier before it can even cry out.

Dalinar gives a huge battle cry to Red and Pink, causing them to turn around, but misses in the fog.

Pon and the Professor both take their chances using ranged weapons in the fog. Special Agent Pon’s weapon hits, while Prof Spec’s shot goes awry in the mists.

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It’s the turn of Team Azlanti. “मैं हमले के अधीन हूँ!” Green shouts, stepping over the body of his fallen comrade to slash at Wint. Expecting someone much taller, he misses.

Green Survival Knife vs Wint: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Slashing Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Miss Chance, High is a Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 2

"हम भी!" Red shouts.

Red Survival Knife vs Dalinar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Slashing Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Miss Chance, High is a Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 88

Red hits Dalinar, but doesn't aim his attack for the vitals, and so does little damage.

Meanwhile, in the confusion, Pink leaps over the edge and jumps to the water. "आप उसे रोक देते हैं - हम में से एक को बेस को चेतावनी देने की आवश्यकता है!" He falls in with a huge splash, then submerges himself to hide from attackers.

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Round 1 / 2
Active conditions: Fog 20% miss chance within five feet; 50% miss chance further away

Wint

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Azlanti Cadets:
Red
Yellow [dead]
Pink
Green

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Minos
Dalinar (-2)
Spec
Prosper
Pon
Rush

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"Hah! Downed one and the other can't hit me!! I'm the Skittermander Warrior Par Excellance!!! None can stand before me"

Wint takes advantage of the mists and the fact that the stupid Azlanti can't stoop to his level and again

stealth for trick attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
tactical baton (KAC): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"Uh, I mean, uh, oops??"

Watching where bursts of light from either the gun flash or laser blasts are, Rush approximates where his targets are. Lurking through the stream he wends and weaves his way until...

He swims up to the pink soldier and lunges with a deep slash!
Attack Roll: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Damage Roll: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Miss Chance DC21: 1d100 ⇒ 7

rifle: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
p damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8
miss on 1: 1d2 ⇒ 2

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Wint and Rush both miss as they go hunting -- one in the waters, one in the misty landscape on the hill. Pon's shot hits Green solidly!

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Round 1 / 2
Active conditions: Fog 20% miss chance within five feet; 50% miss chance further away

Wint

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Azlanti Cadets:
Red
Yellow [dead]
Pink
Green [-6]

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Minos
Dalinar (-2)
Spec
Prosper
Pon
Rush

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How did that go again? "If at first, you don't succeed, just keep shooting, shooting shooting...?...no?.. bah!

v. Red
Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Cold Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2 non-lethal
Miss 1-50: 1d100 ⇒ 18

Well, at least this is a big battery

Prosper wades through the stream after Rush, earnestly not wanting to be left behind in this mist where an Azlanti recruit could jump out at any moment. When one really does suddenly jump into view, Prosper swings out instinctively with his knife!

Survival Knife vs. pink: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Survival Knife dmg (S): 1d4 ⇒ 3
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 33

"I've got your back Rush!"

Dalinar swears about the fog under his breath and makes two measured strikes at the same foe.

Full Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 13
High Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 54
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Full Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 14
High Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 97
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Professor Spec misses once again in the fog, but both Prosper and Dalinar hit their targets! Dalinar does two vicious slices that eliminate Red!

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Round 1 / 2
Active conditions: Fog 20% miss chance within five feet; 50% miss chance further away

Wint

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Azlanti Cadets:
Red [dead]
Yellow [dead]
Pink [-3]
Green [-6]

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Minos
Dalinar (-2)
Spec
Prosper
Pon
Rush

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Flashback

As Wint listens to Dalinar and Pon argue
"I don't like it when my friends argue with each other. What can I do to make them friendly with each other? I knows that my people view death differently than many others I've met. Death is really not all that big a deal. People die. Obviously, we try hard to make sure that WE don't die and our friends don't. But we often fail. We all die. Why make such a freaking big deal about it? I guess its not funny but why get upset because somebody has a different sense of humour?"

I really can't see Wint actually voicing his opinions but I wanted people to know what he is thinking :-).

"Uh, guys, is now really the time for this discussion? Lets put it aside and, when time allows, talk about it over LOTS of brandy. Brandy helps all philosophical arguments in my experience. Or other drugs if you don't like brandy. Tea, maybe?"

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Minos comes out of the water over the small island and back on to the pink cadet.

Attack Gore: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Damage Gore: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

A lot of splashing around a getting everyone more wet

Minos joins the splash party in the river, but alas misses! Curse that fog!

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It's now time for team Azlant!

Pink Survival Knife vs Rush: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Slashing Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Miss Chance, High is a Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 15

Green Survival Knife vs Wint: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Slashing Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Miss Chance, High is a Hit: 1d100 ⇒ 14

Both miss in the mist!

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Round 2 / 3
Active conditions: Fog 20% miss chance within five feet; 50% miss chance further away

Wint

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Azlanti Cadets:
Red [dead]
Yellow [dead]
Pink [-3]
Green [-6]

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Minos
Dalinar (-2)
Spec
Prosper
Pon
Rush

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Minos swipes at the cadet in front of him

Gore attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Miss chance <20%: 1d100 ⇒ 43
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Rush gets momentarily confused when LINGSTON stats talking about tea. He snaps back into the fight and continues his assault on the pink soldier, moving into flank with Minos.

Attack Roll Boneblade: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 2 = 22
Damage Roll Boneblade: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Miss Chance DC21: 1d100 ⇒ 77

stealth for trick attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29
tactical baton (KAC): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 for
bashing: 1d4 ⇒ 2 plus trick attack: 1d4 ⇒ 2
miss chance, high hits: 1d100 ⇒ 18

Wint does a masterful job of deking out the Green Azlant. He is again hiding in the fog, staying out of the clumsy soldiers gaze.

His attack is right on target, about to slap into the soldiers solar plexus. But, at the last second, it is deflected by what had seemed to be a whisp of fog but turned out to be a tree branch.

"Darn it all to heck! That SHOULD have hit". The disappointment causes the small Skittermander to use unusually harsh language.

Dalinar stands still for a moment listening to the battle. Making a decision he rushes towards the sounds of splashing. He nearly bumps directly into one of the cadets and then swings Stag Render at them.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

More photon attunement. Can someone put my token flanking pink with Prosper?