Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Celas is facing one of the thugs lamenting that another is escaping, when Bellara finishes her target then charges at his and kills him before Celas can even try to attack.
He then starts to run saying as he goes, "Thanks Lady Bellara, I'll go after the last one. Buttercup could you get me throwing blade out of that guy?", saying pointing to the body of the chap with a knife in his gullet as he runs past.
As he races by the well-dressed guy he remarks, "Hope you're okay, I'm getting that last guy before he fetches more trouble."
He rounds the corner catching up with the fleeing thug but is caught between throwing his blade with a good chance of missing or getting ahead. He chooses going ahead to cut him off.
Issue is that in P2E RM there is no way for Celas to move and attack with one action. No flying tackles for him. So, he will move past him to convince the thug to attack him or run in a way that offers the others a chance to attack. He hoping the thug makes a mistake and not just continue to run past him. Since I cannot see past the end of the map, I'm not sure of where to put Celas, I'll make a best guess but put him wherever makes the most sense for him to cut his enemy off.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Celas as he stealths forward and very quietly whispers a warning as he passed finds his hard working in jeopardy as the fancy sorcerer blats out a useless comment full voiced in the direction of multiple killers. Is he trying to get me killed? Celas flashed a death-glare back to Myron but then snaps his attention to the blunt menace of the killers. As he does Impasha bolts out and challenges, with Celas torn between gratitude at her drawing attention to her and wondering about her sanity. Then Bellara takes the cake racing past him to put herself in the middle of the muddle. Before Bellara makes the run though several toughs charge Impasha with little effect. Celas is nearly stunned wondering if he is the only one on this street with any sense. A thug with red and black armor is next to him but is all eyes on Impasha. How does he not see me? But Celas not looking a gift horse in the mouth will take the opportunity.
He sees Bellara in real danger with no close backup. So, he decides to throw his light blade to the thug with a white scarf. He draws his dagger and steps up to flank his new "friend" next to him.
Strike (Throwing Knife) from Stealth, Interact (Draw Weapon), Step White seems to be just in the first increment, and maybe off-Guard to Celas.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
The scene before Celas is not one to make him happy as half dozen of the low-rent Devil-loving thugs beat down a spiffy man, knowing Bellara's temper and now Impasha's there's no way they won't get involved.
Loathing leaving his cover but needing to pass on what he sees, he moves slowly to just ahead of Buttercup trying not to attract attention to the busy thugs. As he passe the group a very quiet whisper, "Half a dozen Thrune thugs beating a lone dandy. Move up quiet." He pulls out one of his throwing daggers and waits for what the others will do.
Stride and stride (move with stealth w/o penalty), Interact (draw weapon)
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Celas shrugs at Myron reply, saying in a voice a bit strained, "Knew I'd see you around there, but not enough to tell the staff apart." As he's talking he winces. Impasha notices at once, her mother hen personality triggered. Celas is a bit startled when she starts ministering his wounds. "Hay, I'm not that bad off. Ouch, okay it's painful but others are beaten more than a baker knees bread." Seeing steely determination, he relents, "Okay, if we have time. We're going to need to plan our next move soon though. Thanks." Short after Impasha finishes sounds of a disturbance nearby are heard. As Impasha draws arms Celas warns, "Don't rush in we don't know what is happening and more important how many. Let's scout, and see what's up first. Buttercup lets see without being seen." Celas stealths in a way to not be seen by anyone in the area he is approaching but can still signal the others. He scans the area.
What's Up, Doc? (I'm gonna be in trouble for that one.) Stealth and Perception.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Celas moves away until he is sure that line of sight is broken, keeping his hand pressed to his back left side ribs while wondering if any are actually broken. Pushing the pain out of his mind he comes upon on of the vendors hurriedly pushing his cart of haphazardly piled clothes. He spots some that look unlike what he is wearing and should fit his ordinary frame.
Fighting his instinct to just take and run, but not wanting further attention, he tosses a sail at the man and grabs the items. He mutters, "Sorry, gotta run, take it or- is that a dottari? Bye!" And off he goes!
At a location unlikely to be seen he checks to see that he isn't and quickly changes his outfit after cutting up his old shirt and using it for a crude bandage around his chest. After that he goes toward the soup kitchen but on the way spots the do-gooder warrior talking with some vaguely familiar dude in alley, then sees some exhausted, strained, and thankfully friendly faces.
After checking to see if any trouble is around Celas joins the group. As Bellara finishes her little speech, he arrives, saying to her and her favorite, "Lady, Steward, glad to see you safe, I tried to get to you, but some very rude people got in the way. And I don't willingly take on dottari, otherwise the thugs I've run with and against all my life, we're so all good there. Still, I'm now on the run, several murder charges are sure to come."
Celas look as though he's contemplating a bleak future, but turns to Impasha, "You made it out, when you were surprised I thought it was over, seems fortune favored you even more than me." Nodding, his look turns quizzical as he addresses Myron, "Hey, aren't you the guy that yells at us when we do our show for the hoity-toity in front of that overdecorated song-house before they go in? Doesn't matter now though. Call me Handy Hank." Celas gives him a wave.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Celas, having abandoned tricks, just strikes with several swift attacks. The first drives into the dottari's under-protected armpit, as Celas draws the blade out with a rush of blood, his enemy's shield jerks bumping his wrist. The blade veers off and slashes the guard's face which turns totally pale as he collapses to the ground. Celas stands stunned for a second, I won? How? That was really lucky, unless ambushed I never heard of them being taken by the likes of me. He daze ends at the most alarming entrance to the battlefield of a high commander and a lovely guest from nether-realms, a Hellhound eager to drag souls off to eternal damnation. Celas is even more surprised when the command is to leave rather than just drop to knee and await non-existent mercy.
With his survival instincts snaping his wits to action, Celas looks swiftly around, and start withdrawing, blending with the crowd as best he can. As soon as the action would not be obvious or stand out, he works his way to a water source, like a horse trough. He swishes his dagger quickly through to get the blood off and move out of the area.
After he reaches a good point on one of the pre=planned routes, he will work his way toward the soup kitchen, keeping a wary eye out for any observers or trouble.
Bunch of strides, use stealth as appropriate to blend as much as possible. As much as Celas would like to help his friends, he is focused on run (or wander) away, live to fight another day.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Staggering at the shove by a fleeing rioter, Celas feels a crunch as a mace hits him, fortunately at an off-angle so he takes a relatively small amount of damage. As he recovers his balance, the dottari's shield sweeps by missing him as his reflexes save him.
Celas wonders, What now? Should I surrender? Hang, Hanged, drawn, and quartered, or fed to devils? Pass, I can't win this fight but may as well go down here, probably hurt less too. Feinting is useless this professional is too good to fall for tricks, killing is his trade.
Celas resorts to a flurry of strikes, too bad he's never even been in a monastery.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Celas bounces off the guard that reacted a little to quickly to his improvise flip, now at substanial disadvantage his options are limited. I can't run, what was the saying of dad's? - on death ground fight. Sigh, I'm outmatched but whatever win or die. His reflexes faster than his thoughts, Celas bends to the left seeming to go for a side strike but instead bends his right knee striking down to the dottari's leg. Maybe I can hamstring him, 'bout my only chance.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Spend Hero Point to reroll the die. Ride or die. Post following post because adding more dice roll on an edit can cause all dice to be rerolled.
Acrobatics(Tumble Through):1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 Roll vs enemy reflex DC
Celas's grip slips from the branch, causing him to slam into the dottari he grabs the shield or armor (whichever the guard has) and heaves himself over and runs. Or ends up nose to nose with a very angry dottari.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Celas sigh of relief as Buttercup starts her retreat is cut off by the arrival of a dottari. Knowing that he is outmatched by a professional soldier, Celas weighs options. Fighting Street thugs I've done often, fighting guards is insane but do I have a choice? Bellara is still duking it out with that dottari, with that one with the fancy red hat behind her. That one guy, - seems vaguely familiar - is hauling Elarion away slowly, Buttercups running. I have to run too but maybe this guy will chase me for a while. Hoping Buttercup can find a way on his own, Celas opts for a risky ploy. With a sudden grab of a stout branch of the tree, Celas using it to aid his quick tumble as he rolls past the dottari, and swiftly moves through the thinning crowd but not yet trying to blend in.
As he runs he tosses an mild insult, saying "Bye, freebooter.", emphasizing the mercenary's having little respect.
Acrobatics(Tumble Through):1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 Roll vs enemy reflex DC
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
A Lovely Little Riot - Round 4
Celas takes a swift look around and realizes that the fight is going against everyone fighting in the area. We can't win one on one. For a second he considers fleeing but with the crowd and numbers that seems difficult as well. With Buttercup still up a tree, Celas opts for a fighting retreat, moving towards his friend. As he does that, he notes Bellara's suicidal charge against a dottari. May Lady Luck and the Drunken God bless you and may your death be epic. Unable to do anything for the noble lady, he finishes his move near the remaining thug and does a feinting attack. He tries to trick the guard by a low line thrust to the thigh but snaps swiftly for a slash to the throat or face.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
A Lovely Little Riot - Round 3
Celas's worries jump when the ill-conceived assault on the dottari triggers an indoctrinate murderous response. That tears it we have to run. the dottari is busy killing everyone but they'll get to us soon, and Buttercup is too close. But I need to get rid of this lout first. Weaving through the panicking crowd to the fashion-challenged thug, Celas uses the scream of the crowd as audio cover, Celas pitches low a hurried warning, "A Little Flower chases the big-eared jack."
Celas weaves through the crowd S, SW, N to reach the thug, and feints, then strikes. Stride, Feint (Deception +4), Strike
As he closes on his target, Celas scuttles with knees bent appearing to strike at the thigh of the thug but at the last second straightens to stab the throat or face.
DM rolls deception, you roll better than me anyway. :)
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Hero points to avoid death can stabilize our fallen at zero hp but leaves them unconscious, don't know how we can rescue them with Impasha having all the groups strength.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
As his target slips away, Celas sees the fight shift as Elarion falls. Celas thinks, Elarion's down, damn, one of the few people I like and a healer. What have I gotten myself into? Desperately, he shouts, "The elf's hurt, is there a healer around?" He spots Impasha surrounded and seems to remember people saying they'd been healed by her. Seeing that he can't get to her in time to help he says, "Mistress, protect your loyal servant, I'll get that little bastard."
Celas closes in on the thug in red, seeming to strike toward his eyes, but then bends his left knee and makes a sudden swipe to the thigh hoping to puncture an artery.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
As he looks about for way out he notices one of the Thrune thugs move up to Bellara. Strangling a curse, Celas swiftly moves behind him avoiding entering into melee range of Bellara's attacker. Celas then draws his dagger to flank.
Stride, Stride, Interact (Draw Weapon) Celas has 30 speed, as I figure it that's eleven 5' squares of movement needed. Celas has twelve. Move NE, N, NE, E, S. All two 5' movement except second diagonal for three.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Celas' is uneasy as the mood shifts and flows, as Barzallai Thrune continues to stand out a bit too close to the crowd. Then something is flung from the seething mass of humanity and splats disgustingly besides the ornate figure. He has a most undignified reel as he attempts to avoid the messy mass. This reveals his true nature, as he loses composure and orders guard to arrest or kill at will.
As the forces assemble and the crowd discovers numerous hidden vile servants of the cruel crown it becomes apparent that Thrune for all its arrogance, preparations were more through then ever Celas expected. "Bedlam and murder come, quick we must leave here!" Celas reviews his escape routes.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Walking with the crowd, Celas stops when the new Lord Mayor makes his grand entrance. Most of what he says seems meaningless but the end is puzzling to all. Is he provoking the city or just trying to confuse everybody?
Celas has drifted closer to Impasha during his assessment of the crowd.
Celas barely hears her over the crowd and only because the roars died to uncertain muttering. He walks closer saying, "I have no idea what that means. What is he doing? What response does he want? Distraction? Provoke violence? Send a warning to elites no one else would understand? An odd way to introduce himself to everyone."
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Celas thinks the young would be thief may belong to a downtrodden family he knows, so he thinks, [i] Might as well give a little help, might collect a favor later.[i] He flows up to the cheering vendor towards the other side away from the cashbox, joining in the agreeable shouts , even doing a standing flip to keep attention away. If the thief is successful, he waves into the crowd loudly saying, "Sergilo *, I'll join you." If the thief is caught out, he won't get involved deeper. Either way he calmly fades back into the crowd.
As another hour of anti-Thrune speeches seems to have a diminishing effect on the crowd, he looks through them to assess how their mood is changing. He'll move closer to House Valcaro's people with their heartfelt abet impetuous speeches.
* A known but uncommon name like Stanley. Celas will watch the crowd to see how it mood is changing over time and if it poses any additional threat to those around that he knows.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
After wandering around assessing the crowd's growing mood and happenings within, he sees a thief taking the chance at cashbox unattended by a cheering vendor, first he tries to remember if he knows either or both of them, as he has performed in this area a number of times when plying his tumbling skills. Depending on those results and how he feels about them will determine who he might help. If he knows the thief in fair or neutral way, he lets him try to get away with the deed. If know know the vendor is a fairer way than the thief, he alters the vendor to gain any favor with him.
He looks for a contact that has some chance of knowing what is or will come down on the crowd. Most of all he looks for minor corporal in the dottari he has done "business" in the past. He wants to know if something is coming down on the crowd, and if he doesn't know if or when, then Celas ask if he will give a sign not too blatant, that it's about to hit fan. Of course, a suitable gratuity will be offered.
Search for a contact: What are the powers that be are up to or give a warning just before the PTB strike.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Thanks everyone for your help, DM DoctorEvil took care of it for which I am grateful. For the past few days a cold mugged me and stole all my energy, feeling much better now.
And if it wasn't obvious I meant crowd, not crown, in my gameplay post.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
I'm not sure how to go about making a token and putting it on the map. Could some kind soul do so or give some instruction on it? I'd be close to where Impasha was before her jump up and near Buttercup.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Celas notes the quotes around Impasha's use of his name but is fine as long as she goes along with it. After Impasha's question, Celas nods to Buttercup, "Good to see you Little Flower and with a good head on your shoulders. Yes, kind Impasha, the devil's minions will make trouble, how much remains to be seen." His eyes then catch his quarries, as BeLlara makes herself as conspicuous as possible.
Celas sighs again, "And the provocations start boldly. I wonder how the crowd will respond. Our dear leader won't be happy, but will he act now or wait for more to commit?"
Then Impasha joins her in fiery speech and Celas shrinks back to fade a bit in just a face in the crowd.
Celas turns his eyes obviously watching the crown for its reaction and any official action taken.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
As Celas moves away from the area of those that support House Thrune, he turns down a momnetary quiet square and puts his archstar away, leaving him without open religious affiliation. He heads toward the other end of Aria Park intenting to get to where the protesting noteable would likely gather but the movement of the growing crowd pushes him more centrally, since he choose not to push through. He sees Impasha waving wondering who at then sees Buttercup moving to her. Buttercup, she's dressed for a fight, thought you smarter than that. Then he sighs to himself and follows Buttercup hoping that her luck holds for the both of them.
Arriving after Buttercup, he hears kindly Impasha's greeting to her. While he stands, he scans around as well but looking for where the Valcaro might be. If Impasha greets him, he'll give his name as Handy Hank.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Mad rules but sinister as Impasha's impressive post suggests. Made me try harder to get a good one up. In case it wasn't obvious my contingencies only matter if the pickpocketing fails. I got a great first roll to start this run with so yea!
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Celas wanders toward the area he selected, as the crowd builds, he locks on a target, a merchant finely dresses with style just off, screaming newly rich with a silver pendant with a red garnet archstar. The man with his small bored looking halfling attendant heads to where a small crowd pools around a posting board. Blending into the crowd he comes up naturally behind his intended target.
The man is slowly reading the proclamations, so Celas gives them a quick once over. Mostly nonsense, what 1 copper a grain drop? impossible no miller ... Of course, grab the millers by their bits, rake them over for a bundle. Devilishly slick racket.
His target reaches the sumptuary law and blanches, seizing the moment Celas slightly opens the man's purse and slips a few coins out and then fades into the crowd, calmly slipping away.
Thievery:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 +2 if looking for trouble bonus is applied. Pickpocket negates -5 penalty.
If it goes wrong tries this first:
Contingent action 1 - Deception:
Celas smiles bending down and says, "Pardon me, it seems you dropped this.", handing the man the coins.
Deception:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 +2 if looking for trouble bonus is applied.
And if that doesn't work, he skedaddles:
Contingent action 2 - Stealth:
If deception doesn't work slips away quickly, once out of sight, stealth along one of his planned escape routes and go to another area of the growing crowd but far enough not to encounter his failed target again.
I had the same problem with building my spreadsheet. Being way too obsessive I did a process of guess and elimination. I think Myron is a Natural Born Leader but he should confirm or give the right one.
I meant to pick infernal as the language. What is the 2e counterpart for that?
Infernal was the devil's language but vanished in the PE2 Remaster without explicitly saying anything; Diabolic appeared so most believe that is the replacement, it's what I took.
Male AC 17, Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +7 HP 12/16 Perception +7 Rogue (T) 1 Move 30
Pulling up the cart at the market stall, Celas collects his pay for delivering the goods for the vendor hoping for a good day. After promising to return later to help pack up he heads off to a rise where he can get a good look at the rapidly growing crowd. Big crowd, might be hard to spot anyone. I'll keep an eye out for the Valcaros, Mr. Varethil is worried that his mistress will put a target on herself. But a chance at the pockets of some devil's worshippers is also one I can't pass up.
He works his way down to where a group of Tyrant lovers are gathered but too low status to warrant the inner circle where the guards are, wearing his archstar symbol. He carefully picks the distracted there, but from time to time he looks elsewhere for anyone he knows.
If things start turning ugly, he'll slip to the edge, ready to go on out to already planned routes out to good hiding places. If he spots friends though he will try to help if it doesn't get him hanged. If he needs to he'll either hide the holy symbols he has or switch to his Shelyn one if more useful.
@Buttercup I'll suggest that our first meeting went something like this.
Celas is roving around smaller market area's stalls when he spots some guard starting to hassle some halfling huddled in an inconspicuous spot nearby. Probably slave or runaway, well why not help?
He strides up closer to a fruit stall that has some precariously stacked crates. With a friendly smile to the seller, he grabs an orange out of a middle crate sticking a bit out but clumsy catches he hand on it sending the stack tumbling down with a loud crash. Apologizing profusely, he bends down making a quick glance at the guards and halfling noting the distraction worked and seeing their target slip away.
After helping to restack the crates and buying some oranges, Celas, with his knowledge of the city and how to hide, goes to an area nearby for someone to hole up. He holds up an orange in a silent offer and makes a new friend and sometimes partner.
#Impasha Celas has dropped of some food on a few occasions, from the small fields that a house that wishes to remain anonymous. It's not hard for Impasha to guess which house. Celas, having it seems many nicknames, it not hard for her to note his shadiness. But she has not heard of him as a bully, good, because so often street kids become that. Celas sees her as good hearted but maybe a bit naive, he doesn't know all that she is capable of.
Reason for being at the entry of Thrune and the crackdown. Looking for Trouble. Good chance to grab cash from the modestly well-off supporters of the big wigs.
@Buttercup We both have the street urchin background. We could have run into each other, maybe even worked some jobs together. Let me know what you think.
This is my character the Pathbuilder's link in the profile. May do minor tweaks but otherwise complete. Any questions or comment greatly appreciated.
At this time Celas uses daggers if needed and wears no armor because it draws attention. 2x regular ones and 2x throwing. Maybe he gets some very light armor if it can be made in a way that doesn't look like armor.
