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Seeing the madness unfold, Darius... runs away like the coward that he is.

... this game is kind of falling apart, isn't it? Not one of us has posted in the last ten days.

"Behold, vermin!" Darius declares as he steps forth, rapier in hand, and thrusts at the first goblin in front of him. "Solange's Feint!"

Moving forward, but leaving some space for Duncan or someone else to step up.

Solange's feint turns out to be announcing a feint when there is none, and Darius strikes directly at the goblin before him.

Rapier Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

So basically the corridor is 10 wide and there's no path for Darius to reach the front lines, right?

Darius watches patiently for a moment to strike, rapier in hand and dagger ready to spring out at a moment's notice.

Delaying until there's a spot for Darius to hop in.

Could we get a map of some sort? I'm not sure I understand how we're positioned.

I think Darius would stick near the front but not quite in the open, probably near Duncan. (My go-to flanker. :P)

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

"Sounds good to me!"

"Grubyub, you can talk with them. What are they saying?" Darius asks, drawing his rapier. "Put your weapons away, fiends, or I shall have to trounce you!

"Well then, we may as well get started," Darius declares, as the party heads out. "Hm. What do you say we start out with that bear over there? Seems like as good a place as any."

"Ah, a deal after my own heart. This better pay up as well as you claim it will, good sir. I've got an entire city waiting for me to bring back wealth."

He doesn't need to know it's all for my manor.

"Hm..." Darius wonders, scratching his chin in reflection. "What do you think, companions?"

I'm still here, waiting to see what unfolds.

"Five percent of one year of some miserable circus? Ha! Don't make me laugh." Darius snaps.

"You'll need to do better than that to secure our help. I believe I speak for my companions and myself when I say that we will only accept a fixed number, not some vague promise."

"Zando the Great, is it? Pray tell, what makes you so... great? Please, allow me to introduce myself in return. Darius Quint, Baron of Rosethorpe."

"Oh fine, fine. Just be patient already," Darius sighs, stepping over to the cage and producing a lockpick from his pocket to unlock the cage.

Pulling an old piece of cloth out of his pocket, Darius wipes off his blades, including the one still embedded in the giant's neck, and tucks them away in their respective sheaths, winding his wrist sheaths back up.

"If I see another foul creature like this one again in my life, if will still be too early."

Hakkah Hanuppy... Or something like that, anyway.

Have a good time. ^^

We celebrate it on the second monday of october, so earlier.

Happy regular Canadian thursday, everyone!

Stopping in mid-air, at that.

Seeing Duncan swing at the giant's legs, Darius leaps at the monster, unleashing a pair of piercing strikes. "From the heart of hell, I... uh... what's the line again? Ah yes. From the heart of hell, I strike at thee, monster!" Darius shouts.

Rapier Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Dagger Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21Crit?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Dagger, why do you tease me so?[/dice]
Rapier Damage: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 1) + 1 = 5
Dagger Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + (2) + 1 = 6 [ooc]... The d6s hate me.

"Aha! Dodge! Parry! Feint! Strike"

Darius whirls around wildly, revealing his fighting style to be approximately 85% pointless posturing and 15% actual strikes.

Flanking Rapier Sneak Attack: 1d20 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 2 - 2 = 3
Off-hand Dagger Sneak Attack: 1d20 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 1 + 2 - 2 = 20
Critical Confirmation?: 1d20 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 2 - 2 = 7 Aww.
Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + (1) + 1 + 1 = 5

Darius's rapier misses wildly, but a well-executed stab snuck in amidst a confusing feint finds its target.

I'm a bit lost on whose turn it is now. Also, just realised, I forgot to account for my Dirty Fighter trait. That attack should have dealt one more damage.

Seeing the brutes approach, Darius turns to Duncan, readying his rapier and dagger. "Ready, Duncan? On my signal! Three! Two! One! Jump!"

Then, Darius waits to make sure Duncan is jumping first before he leaps to land behind the monster, flanking with the fighter. On his way down, he aims to plant his rapier in either of the brutes' necks.

Rapier Flank Sneak Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + (4) + 1 = 11

Acrobatics to reduce fall damage: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 As he lands from the slash, Darius performs an elegant roll forward, reducing the impact from the fall. If he avoids fall damage entirely, Darius then ends up on his feet. Otherwise, he's flat on his back afterwards.

Catching on to Fester's plan, Darius throws his two coppers in. "I don't know if he's the smartest, but he's definitely uglier than his brother!"

Dagger Sneak Attack Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + (5) + 1 = 7

Seeing Duncan poised to strike, Darius draws his rapier and springs out his second dagger, then moves to the edge of the balcony.

Oh hey, flambé pie and we even have the knife to cut it with. c:

Aha! Great time to strike

Darius bursts out from behind the curtain. One nimble flick of his wrist later, he's holding a sharp, shiny dagger.

"Foul creature! In the name of honor and good, I, Darius Quint, Baron of Rosethorpe shall trounce you! Hyah!"

Dagger Throw: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Darius expertly flicks the dagger upwards, catching the flat sides of the blade between his index and middle finger. (Inadvertently revealing a literal handful of faint scars between the two.) Then, with what seems to be an overly practice gesture, he sends the dagger spinning through the air, straight for Burt's neck.

Delaying for now, waiting to see what the rest of the party does. I forget the rules; If Darius popped out of behind the curtains and moved into range, and the giants hadn't been aware of his presence until then, would he get to make a sneak attack with a projectile?

Actually, the biding for time was Darius's action "before" the fight began. I used the whole "Yeah I'm gonna wait" as the reason for his low init, and he was already hiding back there.

"I hope you're happy now, Darius. All this complaining about getting a real dungeon, and this is what I get.

By the way, Dunc, I'm counting on you as a flanker when possible. I won't get far otherwise.

Could we get a visual of the room's layout, or somesuch?

Init: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Darius cowers behind the curtain, peeking in. Noticing that the goblin has thrown the first attack, he decides to hang back and wait for the right moment to strike.

Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Have fun!

Darius passes the curtain once he hears his teammates speaking safely on the other end, and smacks his palm against his forehead after taking in the room.

"This place is getting more pathetic with every passing moment," he sighs.

"I'll... uh.. bring up the rear!" Darius declares with utmost courage and definitely not shaking in his trousers like a first-order coward. "It wouldn't do to be ambushed.

Sleight of Hand to swipe the gold without the orphan noticing: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Darius will, of course, share the loot later.

Perhaps not as subtly as intended, Darius sweeps up the coins into his pouch, then rises back from behind the counter and hops over it nonchalantly, acting as though nothing had happened.

"Enormous proportions, is it? Sounds... dangerous."

"Yes, yes," Darius confirms Dunc's affirmation offhandedly, clearly disinterested. "Of course we will."

In the absense of a shopkeeper, Darius looks around to find the bar's cashbox.

"If they're going to call this place a dungeon, then I shall treat it like a dungeon."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Congratulations, Fester. Or, should I say, since I've just found out... Sir Karse?

Always interesting to realise that two characters in two campaigns you're in are the same player and you didn't know.

Darius takes a look around, wondering if the shop's proprietor is anywhere near.

Darius will follow carefully in the middle of the pack, careful not to leave himself too exposed to ambushes, and keeps an eye out for traps.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

"Hm... Seems your rat has found something." Darius observes, taking a closer look himself.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Darius is far too busy looking at his own handsome and elegant reflection in his pocket mirror to notice anything.

Darius thinks for a moment, before drawing a silver piece from his coin pouch, nonchalantly flicking it into the child's cup with an agile flick of the wrist. While not particularly concerned with the child's fate, Darius sees no point in not taking this occasion to make himself look good.

"Thank you for not forcing me to wash this shirt before we move on, Sir Duncan."

Then, Darius turns his attention to the guard.

"Thank you for keeping an eye on him. It seems the big oaf has a tendency to wander off. We'll be on our way now, and out of yours by the same occasion." He declares, acting as though the guards had never mentioned any accusations of smuggling giants, and such.

"Alright, let us go pick up that big oaf, we've got a dungeon to explore, and that's enough wasted time," Darius declares, leading the party towards the guard post.

"A farm giant, you say? Hm..."

Darius turns to his companions.

"Didn't we see a few adventurers walk in with some tall freak, earlier?"

Then, turning back to the guards, Darius asks:

"Hm... Is your giant about eight feet tall and wearing a brown beret? I know where his companions went. If you'd like, leave it to me and I'll gladly take him back to them."

Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 (and add another +4 if this qualifies as "appearing innocent of 'smuggling a giant'".

"They think the oaf's a hill giant, and you're worried about them thinking he was smuggled in? Hah."

"I haven't the faintest clue. They did say 'by the name of', though. Although given the 'hill giant thing, I have a suspicion they might have found the lunk."

Darius sighs.

"All I really wanted to as a few kobolds to skewer and a chest full of jewelry." He mutters under his breath. "Of all the dungeons in the world, why did I have to end up in this madhouse?

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

"Hey! Halfling!" Darius shouts back at Drysten as the nausea of negative energy washes over him. "Watch where you're channeling!"

Darius hops out of his chair and steps behind one of the men, flanking him with Grubyub. He taps the man on the shoulder and, when the brawler turns his head to face him, tries to throw a brass-knuckle-assisted jab at the man's throat.

Brass Knuckles: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Damage: 1d3 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + (3) + 1 = 5

"Unhand the goblin at once, ruffians! We didn't come here to fight lowlives such as you!"