Hey, you two, release that man!
Says the young woman as she sees one of her brother in arm on the ground, kicked and punched by two civilians.That's the moment another fat civilian attacks her, trying to knock her out
No respect for the ladies, I see? Answer me, how can I protect yourself from your own folly? Or did you carefully picked me because I was a woman wearing Altdorf's uniform?
[dice=Punch Defense (40)]1d100
[dice=Punch Attack, (40)]1d100Adelaida's training kick in, and she assumes a fighting stance, despite the slippery ground. She has shoulder lenght black hair, longer than a usual soldier, and if she has a little smile on her lips, her eyes are cold as steel, and focused on the current "threat".
At the end of Round 4 only Talther and Adelaida are still engaged in Combat.
When pigs fly is suddenly not just an expression and it becomes literally true as the Strong Woman of the Cavalcade show has picked up and thrown 2 pigs into the fray. The terrified squealing pigs go charging past, sliding and scrambling along the pie-slick cobblestones.
Everyone needs to make a simple Agility test to retain their footing. Failure means you've fallen and been covered by mud, pie remains and pig slobber.
Adelaida sees a pig coming , and tries to avoid it
Valghaz felt invincible! And then...he was knocked off his feet by a pig.
"These people are crazy. It's time to go."
[dice=Beware the pigs! (AG31)]1d100
Adelaida sees a pig coming , and tries to avoid it
[dice=Agility (Dodge) 38]1d100
"These people are crazy. It's time to go."
One of the squealing pigs takes your legs from under you and into the muck you fall.
[dice=Beware the pigs! (AG31)]1d100
Adelaida sees a pig coming , and tries to avoid it
Maybe it's part of the training to be a soldier or maybe just natural grace but unlike most Adelaida easily avoids the rampaging swine. Her opponent on the other hand is knocked onto his fat merchant behind ending your bout almost as quickly as it started. Something seem wrong though...
[dice=Ag]1d100
Valghaz felt invincible! And then...he was knocked off his feet by a pig.
It turns out pigs are a tougher opponent than humans Valghaz finds as a pork pestilence takes him out. Valghaz finds himself flat on his back on the cobblestones covered in muck.
Failure
Valghaz grumbled as he got to his feet. Damned humans couldn’t even keep their livestock in order. But still, he had shown them what’s what for dragging him into their idiocy, so he was back to his original goal: finding a place cheap enough to wait until the next afternoon. He got to his feet and began looking for a way out.
Landolf stands after being knocked down by the swine. Going to have to wash up. Even at the docks, this is unpresentable.
He stands.
Ruprecht looks up and almost smiles to see the mayhem the addition of pigs to the riot makes, but his face turns to dismay as some of the pigs careen in his and the Priest's direction, "Look out!" he cries...
...one of the pigs almost takes his feet out, but with a wild pirouette , Ruprecht manages to keep erect...for the time being.
Finished his spin, his arms spread out for extra balance, Ruprecht finds himself faced with an interesting tableau: two women menaced by armed men.
"Here now, what's going on there...some malfeasance I should think!" he informs the Priest, whether on his feet or knocked down by a pig.
Ruprecht looks about for a nearby guard/soldier who wasn't actively fighting the rioters...
Adelaida is still dividing her attention between the running pigs and the fallen civilian
Stay down. You tried your luck, and now your down in the muck.
Talther doesn't blink.
He's handled unruly guardsmen before.
"Enough of that! Away with you, man!"
Then he sees the metaphorical coming straight for him!
"Pigs!", Talther calls as he sidesteps away!
Now out of immediate danger, Talther seeks a calm spot in this storm of demented yokels.
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End of Round 5
Xavier was knocked down by an out of control of pig and ended up in the pig slobber, mud and crushed pies. He spends the round getting back to his foot and has no idea that anything beside the riot is happening.
Landolf found out what the snotling in the famous song 'The Pig Runs Over the Snotling' must have felt like when Swineanator flattened it. Landolf spends the round standing up from the muck and has no idea that anything beside the riot is happening.
Luckily for Valghaz no other Dawi are around to see his shame of being bested by a runaway boar. The only witnesses are a bunch of Umgi. And best of all, not a single Elgi has been seen. He spends the round rising from the mud and has no idea that anything beside the riot is happening.
Talther and Adelaida find out that they seem to have real skill in pig dodging and stay upright. Even better their opponents in fisticuffs are run over by pigs leaving them unencumbered by fighting. However, neither notice anything beside the riot is happening.
Ruprecht demonstrates proficiency in the dance moves an elegant advisor would be expected to know and easily dances around the pugnacious air-propelled porcine. He spots something that's not right.
Adelaida is in uniform and is still upright and is unengaged and is close.
Talther is upright and looks to be a man used to being obeyed and is close,
Your new friend the priest is getting to his feet next to you. A few feet away there’s the dwarf along who’s been swinging a mean shovel clambering to his feet. There’s also a seaman near by getting into a standing position.
A piercing shriek fills the air, overwhelm even the noise of the riot and the rampaging pigs. It sounds all the world like a young girl screaming at the top of her lungs. Everyone except Ruprecht looks around trying to spot the source of the noise.
Landolf hears the scream, but fails to notice where it is coming from. This place is a wreck. Time to leave.
”Bloody hell someone can scream.” Valghaz muttered as he (unsuccessfully) looked around for the noise.
[dice=Initiative (Perception) 35]1d100
Landolf hears the scream, but fails to notice where it is coming from. This place is a wreck. Time to leave.
Ruprecht sees a number of likely candidates amid the swirling madness of the riot.
He calls out to the woman in uniform, "You there! Yes , The woman in uniform! Come , Come your assistance is needed! "
"You too, Honourable Dawi!! Your strong arm is needed!" he shouts at the nearby dwarf, holding a shovel of all things.
Seeing another capable looking fellow, he shouts at Landolf as well, "You too...all of you! A young maiden and her gram are begin accosted! There, do you see!" he shouts pointing to where the ruffians were threatening the girl and old woman.
Dawi? Where did he hear learn that? Valghaz thought, looking at the man in surprise. Khazalid was supposed to be a secret language, known only to dwarfs and priests of Sigmar. Whomever that man was, he was learned. That got his attention.
”Oh?! Aye, I’ll take care of that problem for ya. Will cost ye a meal though.” Valghaz called out. The educated ones were the ones with coin, right? Regardless, he broke into a charge, his shovel held up high as if though it were a war-pick. He didn’t wait for Ruprecht to respond, lest he refuse.
Where? With all that ruckus it's difficult to say..
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Dawi? Where did he hear learn that? Valghaz thought, looking at the man in surprise. Khazalid was supposed to be a secret language, known only to dwarfs and priests of Sigmar. Whomever that man was, he was learned. That got his attention.
”Oh?! Aye, I’ll take care of that problem for ya. Will cost ye a meal though.” Valghaz called out. The educated ones were the ones with coin, right? Regardless, he broke into a charge, his shovel held up high as if though it were a war-pick. He didn’t wait for Ruprecht to respond, lest he refuse.
The ruffian sees a muck covered dwarf charging at him with a shovel raised like an ax over his head and tries desperately to parry the blow. [Ruffians all have Melee Skill of 40]
Failure with a SL of -2. Damage done by Valghaz is there 3+14+1-3-0 = 15 points of damage. Ruffian only has 12 wounds!
Panicked at the sight of the angry dwarf, the Ruffian is unable to get his dagger up in time and is only able to watch in stunned disbelief as the enraged miner uses the edge of his shovel to take off his right arm at the shoulder. He remains standing for a split second trying to understand why blood is gushing from his shoulder before collapsing. Valghaz is now covered in the blood of his foe.
[dice=Perception(31)]1d100
Where? With all that ruckus it's difficult to say..
Your sight is drawn to that of a charging dwarf. That's not something you see every day.
I can't very well look the other way now that I've seen that, can I?
Shaking a bit off the slop covering him aside, Landolf charges into the fray, hoping to occupy the ruffian that the dwarf didn't hit.
I can't very well look the other way now that I've seen that, can I?
Shaking a bit off the slop covering him aside, Landolf charges into the fray, hoping to occupy the ruffian that the dwarf didn't hit.
Melee (Basic) 33 Attack vs Ruffian 2]1d100-30+10
Dodge 381d100+10
Success with SL +3
Despite his comrade being cut down by the rampaging dwarf, the ruffian opposing Landolf is not distracted and using his superior fighting skills, almost contemptuously parries Landolf blow. ”You ought to stay out of what ain’t concerning you.”
Failure with SL of 0. The ruffian stabs out with his dagger but the Seaman is lighter on his feet than expected and so is just able to avoid the stab.
Talther is occupied dodging the flailing, filth-drenched limbs of the swine-felled.
Then, he hears the call to action.
Damnation! What scum are these that their villainy has stood out in this madhouse!?, Talather thinks as he rushes to the scene.
Seeing a dwarf already beginning to take care of business, Talther decides to get in on the action, his knife now out.
"Good dwarf, I shall aid you!", he says, more to avoid getting killed himself by an errant shovel swing.
Then, talther tries for the other arm.
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[dice=Perception 36]1d100
Talther is occupied dodging the flailing, filth-drenched limbs of the swine-felled.
Then, he hears the call to action.
Damnation! What scum are these that their villainy has stood out in this madhouse!?, Talather thinks as he rushes to the scene.
Seeing a dwarf already beginning to take care of business, Talther decides to get in on the action, his knife now out.
"Good dwarf, I shall aid you!", he says, more to avoid getting killed himself by an errant shovel swing.
Then, talther tries for the other arm.
Ruffian 1, charge, Melee 35 + 5 basic weapons -10 filthy terrain +/- gang up and/or missing an arm]1d100
Melee basic 40 to parry if needed]1d100
While on the ground, Xavier gathers up some of the coins he had noticed before the pig barreled into him.
Well this will help pay for the cleaning and repair of my cassock at least! he thinks as he slowly regains his feet.
Perception(39): 1d100
You carefully search the muck and pull out 9 brass pennies
The two remaining ruffians decide that the pay for this assignment isn’t worth taking on an obviously crazy dwarf armed with a killer shovel and his henchman that stabs a man who’s going to be dead in a few seconds anyway.
”His nibs ain’t going to forget about this dwarf. Helmut was his fave,” yells one of the ruffians as he turns and runs into the crowd rapidly disappearing from view.
His partner in crime also turns to run leaving his back temporarily exposed to Landolf.
The little girl has stopped screaming and is staring in shock at body of armless attacker. Her elderly companion quickly pulls her away from the grisly scene pausing only long enough to say, ”thank you, your efforts here will not be forgotten.”
A series of deafening staccato cracks echo across the Marktplatz. All eyes turn to a flame-haired woman holding aloft a smoking repeater pistol. The minstrel, surprised, plays a bum note and stops playing. The pigs skid by on pie-crusts and mud, before ramming into a potter’s stall with a squeal, sending clay pots everywhere. Soldiers in red and blue Altdorf uniforms, and watchmen wearing the blue and gold heraldry of Ubersreik, rush in to all sides. This abruptly brings the riot to an end. The Markplatz is now surrounded by a scores of soldiers and watchmen.
The woman then speaks, her clear voice echoing across the square. ”You are ALL under arrest!”
You all find yourself imprisoned beneath the Watch Barracks in the Precinct district of Ubersreik. You’ve spent a crowded night with the other brawlers, all of whom are awaiting their arraignment. All weapons were confiscated with the assurance they will be returned if sentencing goes well
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White-faced mime artists surround the party gesticulating energetically but refuse to talk. These brilliantly garbed clowns have argued for hours about the merits of various face paints; there’s a delightful Halfling girl with a long, hand-made beard named Gerlindelallen: ‘Call me Geri. Naw, I am not a Dwarf, look at the size of me hands! Far too small!’ and an old ‘mutant’ named Henroth. But not really. Henroth is a carnival player dressed as a ‘mutant’ for a play. He is covered in shimmering-gold metallic paint, now flaking and leaving little trails of glitter behind him. His right arm is enclosed within a huge bedraggled ‘tentacle’ made of felt and leather. He offers kind Characters a pull from a flask of brandy he keeps hidden in his ‘special mutant’ arm. ‘Superstitious sods don’t even want to touch it.’ Everyone is covered in dried pie and flaking mud. The stench makes everyone hungry and a little nauseous at the same time.
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Ruprecht's eye widen as the ruffian's arm is separated by the dwarf's mighty....shovel.
"Oh my!" he gasps, rushing forward as the other two ruffians flee the dwarf and man who came to assist, "Well done! " he exclaims, tut-tutting away the woman's thank you, motioning her to make her escape.
Hands on his hips, he's about to declare himself satisfied with his work saving the woman and lass from a fate worse than death, when the pistoled woman and soliders appear.
"Arrest!?" he sputters, "Arrest?" his dismay is clearly written upon his face.
--- imprisoned ---
Ruprecht is happy to wile away the time conversing with the artists that deign to talk, especially Geri and Henroth...
Ruprecht's eye widen as the ruffian's arm is separated by the dwarf's mighty....shovel.
"Oh my!" he gasps, rushing forward as the other two ruffians flee the dwarf and man who came to assist, "Well done! " he exclaims, tut-tutting away the woman's thank you, motioning her to make her escape.
Hands on his hips, he's about to declare himself satisfied with his work saving the woman and lass from a fate worse than death, when the pistoled woman and soliders appear.
"Arrest!?" he sputters, "Arrest?" his dismay is clearly written upon his face.
--- imprisoned ---
Ruprecht is happy to wile away the time conversing with the artists that deign to talk, especially Geri and Henroth...
[dice=Gossip:43]1d100
No one knows who started the brawl. The carnival folk claim it certainly wasn’t them, ‘Bad for business, innit!’. Some blame Jungfreud supporters. Others blame the Altdorfers.
Henroth points out that the Watch members are all from Altdorf, though they wear gold and blue Ubersreik’s livery. ”Had me run ins with a few ‘uv ‘em back in Atldorf didn’t I? They ain’t the cream of the crop, if you knows what’s I mean,” Henroth shares.
Sitting in jail, Valghaz sat and worried. He had beaten two men with a shovel near to death and had killed a third. They’d make him take the slayer oath for sure. Easy enough when the murderer was covered in blood and was holding the murder weapon. So he made his rounds, trying to find people willing to testify that he hadn’t murdered the third man, but rather had protected a woman and a young girl. He figured that the more people who spoke in his defense the less likely that they’d make him dye his hair and seek a heroic death.
Eventually he found Landoff.
”Oi. Ye there. Name’s Valghaz. Awfully brave of ye to rush into a fight like that to save a lass. What’s your name, and where’d ye learn to stick a gobbo like that?”
Landolf attempted to wipe some of the muck off his hands, but found (as he had before) that it only smeared. He was too covered in the filth.
"Good to meet you, master dwarf. Landolf Gersun von Ubersreik. And you think too highly of me. I didn't manage to stick anyone...probably for the best I suppose. Do you live here in the city?"
He shook his head. ”First day in the Empire. Is it always like this? Was just trying to find a quiet place for a drink and to rest me head and suddenly there’s a riot of people trying to kick everyone’s arse!”
Adelaida salutes crisply the officer in charge, and gives her rapport.
My apologies for my uniform's dirtiness. It has been an eventful moment, as you can guess. I came upon this riot, and saw some of our men attacked by civilians, so I went to their rescue after unsuccessfully trying to put an end to the troubles, officer. Couldn't see the attack that killed a man, so I cannot give testimony on what happened. Wasn't there at the start of the riot, it was already in full course when I joined the fray, officer, so I don't know how it began, and who started what.
"Ruprecht Scheinfelder, at your service!" Ruprecht declares to both Valghaz and Landolf, "You both did well to heed my call for aid of that woman and child...that was no riotous behavior I think, all the more menacing for it!"