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Davor quickly mounts his horse and stirrups it after the fleeing horses hoping to catch one of them before they run away completely.

Ride check (if necessary) 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Davor tries to help with the horses in any way, making calming noises and patting the animals on the neck reassuringly, if he can.

Handle animal aid another 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

There, i hope that qualifies as a +2 bonus to handle animal for them

Handle animal 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Reflex 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Davor screams and covers his face as fire erupts around him, singing his clothes and hair. As his blade gets hotter, he drops it on the ground.

Davor picks himself up, forcing his beating heart to calmness. He charges across the floor at the creature swinging the blade at the place he hoped that creatures lifeblood ran in the neck.

Charge attack 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Damage 2d6 ⇒ (6, 1) = 7

Just occured to me, do we use hero points? In which case, Davor will use one, adding another +8 to the roll

Davor waits for the creature to approach him then he will charge and sneak attack it.

Damn! And i promised i wouldn't

Sticking to the shadows, Davor makes his way to the stables, trying to avoid being seen by anyone.
Stealth 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Davor, slowly calming down from the unnatural dread that shook him nods at Natalya's suggestion, feeling shame slowly replace fear.
I will go now, Natalya Sedai, the horses will be ready when you do come back
He takes of at a run towards the stables, rapier drawn and eyes watchful for anything hostile.
Perception 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Perception 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Aww come on

Davor, still shaking from dread goes after Natalya, avoiding the reach any shadowspawn in his path, his blade out, ready to defend himself.

Basically, he moves after Natalya as far as his movement allows, with avoiding stepping into any threatened squares.

Round 4
Davor, his hands shaking, runs and stands in front of Natalya, gripping his blade firmly with sweaty hands, ready to attack any creature approaching her. He gives her a sidelong look, with an uneasy smile.
Just in case one of them do gets through. I am no warrior, but you do need to be kept safe. You be more powerful then the rest of us, Niketsu Sedai excluded.
I do hope that she no realize i be to afraid to go near one of those...things

In summary, Davor makes a move action to W11 and readies an action to attack anyone hostile entering his threatened space.

Looking at the disgusting thing morph into an even worse abomination, Davor feels the first feelers of dread creep up his spine.

Will save1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

The dread nestles itself firmly into his mind. Davor, surprised, notices that his hands are shaking, and when he hastily wipes his forehead, his hand comes of wet with fear induced sweat.
This thing is so horrible. How will we ever defeat it now?
His frenzied mind tells him.

Davor does a five-foot step back to S11 drawing his rapier while he does so. Then yelling SHADOWSPAWN at the top of his lungs, he attempts to stab the shadowspawn standing on U10.

Attack1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Damage1d6 ⇒ 4

Davor takes out a dagger while moving to W-10 and throws it at the soldier nearest to him (the one on Y6)

Dagger throw 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Damage(if hit) 1d4 ⇒ 3

Yeah, i think that's a miss

Davor stands for a moment, looking after Tandem, then starts walking after him, but is still in the hall when he sees Tandem stopping short. He cannot make out why he stopped, but closes in on his back enough to hear Maddy say cture for you?.
He turns around and surveys the hall once more.

Perception 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Davor simply nods. I will be sleeping with my weapon drawn tonight

Sorry! Too late to change the character now...won't happen again i promise

Davor keeps smiling, a trifle too sweetly through the entire ordeal, nodding an then when the laughter subsides, he asks for his saddlebags to be brought to him and dons his gleeman's cloak. Takes a large sip of wine and begins a tale, his Illianer accent completely gone.
Cold winds blew from the blight, winds that wailed and chilled people to the bone. Strange thing were seen from the corners of eyes and in deep shadows. Terrible things, that nobody wished to speak of...
He then proceeds to spin a tale of horrors from the blight, sneaking into people's houses and carrying children away, of spiders that attacked people in their dreams and ate their souls while they slept, of nameless horrors that crept unseen, just to step in front of people and freeze the blood in their veins, and turn their knees into jelly from fear. He uses every ounce of his ability to perform to fascinate the soldiers, knowing that hardened borderlanders are difficult to scare. He tries so hard, that his voice begins to tremble from fear that he begins to feel, half imagining those things that he spoke of, and mostly knew little about. All the way while he tells the tale he is playing on his lute, trying to make the tale as dramatic as he could, using musical cues.
Perform(Oratory) 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23
Perform(String Instruments) 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

Is that part of the tale enough or should i type out more?

Davor laughs at Maddy's remark and lifts his glass in appreciation. Mostly from angered mothers, my friend. And sometimes from tavern owners whose bills i did not pay. Stealing things do not be my profession. I do be a humble entertainer like yourself.
He looks around the room with a smile, taking them all in and taking a large sip from his cup. He tries to catch the eyes of either Aes Sedai and thumbs his earlobe a few times, hoping that either of them can eavesdrop with the power.
He then lowers his voice and asks in a conspiring manner Shall we tell them a tale of the blight so frightening that they will no be able to fall asleep, and watch from the ramparts all night and all day for any enemy to come? It does be easier to do with two people. I do hear that spiders are quite big around the blightborder. And that people do dream a lot of those.

Does innuendo requires a skill check of some sort?

Ok, i can't change the post, but the perform bonus is +13, so the roll would then be 32. Or do you want a new roll altoughether?

Davor turns to Tandem You do know that i do enjoy a good performance Tandem, especialy by a good gleeman, he smiles at him and raises his cup, showing that he understood the jest as a friendly poke.
He then studies the man's performance with a careful yet unnasuming eye of one fascinated with a performance.

Bluff check 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28

He do be good. Really good. I do can match his performance, but on a good day.I be wondering, how does his voice be so resounding in this hall, it was not been made to be acoustic i do think. he thinks, trying to notice something about the man that would give away his secret.

Perception check 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

He then jumps up from his chair, clapping loudly, a beaming smile on his face.
A drink for the gleeman! This performance do be worth at least a gold crown i do say! If i did have one, i would do give it to you, but as it be now, wine that not be mine must suffice.
He brings the pitcher to the gleeman and insists to pour wine, or something stronger in his cup, a drink of his own choosing. He also uses the time to study the man's bracelet. And tries to remember if he has ever heard or read about it.

Perception check 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Knowledge history or local 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

Davor stares at the man with a wooden expression.Maybe i should have put on my cloak back after freshening up. Too late now.
He lifts his wine goblet and smiles as pleasantly as he can.
A toast then, to a gleeman. A man who can bring a smile to our faces.

Davor manages a flourishing bow while sitting on a horse, slightly regretting that his cloak is in the saddlebags. He looks at the woman trying to remember her being mentioned somewhere.

Knowledge (local)1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15
Is 15 enough for him to know?

We are weary travelers, my lady, here on a mission from the Homeland guard, just as my lovely companion mentioned. We were wondering of we could spend the night here, and change our horses for fresh ones in the morning.

As his horse perks up suddenly and prances a little, Davor bites back an oath and looks at the Aes Sedai. He was never comfortable around channelers. He didn't like things that he wasn't able to see or understand.
He gave the Aes Sedai a considering look. THank you he murmured and proded the horse onward settling into a steady pace that wouldn't kill the animal. He will speed up if others do so.

Davor pats the horse on the neck gently murmuring: There there old boy, just a bit further and you will be at rest. I be tired too..

How much is that in metric?

Ride:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Seems like Davor will be a hindrance too

Sorry i forgot the illianer accent in my first two posts...

Davor nods. Aye, it be so. Let us be on our way
He spurs the horse quickly matching the warder's speed, his grey cloak billowing in the wind.

Davor looks at Warrick, and stays quiet for a while. He doesn't show it, but the show behind them did leave it's mark on his heart. I do be a fool perhaps he thinks but i do feel bolder now then i did be before we left
Turning towards Warrick, he speaks I do think that be a good idea, warder, but i no think that we should press the horses too hard. There be a lot of miles to cover to the gap, no need to kill the animals

Are we playing?

Davor makes a flourishing bow, flashing as much of his cloak, nods to the assembly, turns on one heel and walks out of the chamber.

When he reaches the horses, he quickly finds his saddlebags, takes the many colored cloak off his back an puts on a plain dark green one he had in them. Then he hoists himself up on the horse and waits for others to join him.

Davor extends a hand, hovering over one of the rings. He pulls it back.
"So, once you put it on, you cannot take it off?" he looks the old man in the eyes for several moments, then grunts silently and picks up the most ornate one of the six. Shoving it in one of his coat pockets he looks at others and manages a smile. He hoped it seemed cheerful.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"

Davor nods. "Understood, General, i will do what i can"

Oh...ok suicide squad here we go

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