Argh. We might be in deep trouble. Uber boar.
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I'm still here. I think we just hit a slow patch again, which is fine.
With a stumble and a murmured prayer, Ethaniel arrives behind Sidara, whip in hand.
Ethaniel gapes at the boar's savage attack. Lady, be with us!
Oh my goodness! My browser has given me no indication that there were new posts in gameplay, even as it has consistently kept me updated about the discussion thread. I was wondering what people were talking about! Very sorry about this. I'll get myself up to date and back in the action.
Is getting enough rest to have spells prepared tomorrow going to prove an issue tonight? It sounds like a late night/early morning. That's fine if that's the case, I'd just like to know.
Ethaniel goes up to his room, but is unable to sleep well. Nasty bit of business coming up, and soon. I should be down there, in her room, so that when morning comes, I am ready. She might need me. I should be there. In her room.
DM_Waife: "And so it shall be. He does not have my trust, but he will serve your cause."
As they descend the stairs, Ethaniel speaks softly to Sidara. Elven: "In sooth, I trust none but the Savored Sting, one who is already with you. I tell you this, and indeed I swear on Calistria's name that I am your ally this day. Yet what may chance if I come alone?"
"Are we not always wary? Does not the work we do require attention to every detail?" Ethaniel studies the elf in front of him, pondering an old temple saying. If a Calistrian wants you dead, you'll find yourself alive. His hand begins to shake. "A bath would do me well."
If Iscarel paid for this, I am unamused. If not, there is some treachery afoot... Ethaniel nods, and sets about preparing a bath.
Why today? Ethaniel does not respond to Iscarel, but nods at Sidara, then turns from where he stands and walks up the stairs. When he arrives at his room, he opens his door, and stands just outside it as he waits for his guest to enter. Elven: "A welcome to you."
Ethaniel turns and gives Iscarel a long look. "The day has been harrowing, but I have recovered." And so too has your sly smile, friend.
Gendarmes are thieves handed shining armor and legal writs...some crooked? All crooked! Ethaniel's thoughts come out as hushed mutterings. As he walks from the kitchen with some regained composure, Ethaniel turns to Tippy and taps him on the shoulder. "The words you spoke have just come together in my head. You have done me a kindness, and I appreciate it." He stares at the halfling for a moment longer, perhaps wishing to apologize for his earlier ungratefulness but finding no more words. Suddenly, he turns on his heel, and goes to his room. He looks under the bed, then in the wardrobe. He combs through ever drawer, pausing occasionally to listen carefully for a foreign sound. They've not been here...but they know Marcus, and shall know me as well if they come calling. Sting shield me when that time comes. Fifteen minutes after disappearing upstairs, Ethaniel reappears and assumes his shift, as if the gang attack and his panicked fit had never happened. His eyes, however, frantic, scan the room at their normal rate.
Ethaniel begins to regain his bearing. "Oh...of course." He stumbles into the kitchen, listening to Saul, but not really hearing.
Ethaniel calms for a moment as his eyes find Marcus. "Marcus. They've taken us, and they'll string us up before sunset. We need to flee. We need to come up with a plan. Time is short."
Ethaniel murmurs as his senses begin to return. Hearing voices, he sits up suddenly, grasping desperately for his whip before falling over on his side again clumsily. Oh no! They've taken me! Tremors take his hands and legs as he tries to push himself to his knees.
As hard as he sprints, Ethaniel cannot keep pace with the other three, though they are still in his sight when they reach the Goblin. The Goblin...almost safe. But it's not safe! Nowhere is safe! They've seen you! You fool! How could you let them see you!? Doubling over, Ethaniel wretches in the street, then stumbles up against a nearby building. They're still coming! Go! When he at last reaches the door to the gambling hall, Ethaniel freezes. Surely the gendarmes knew me, and have sent their agents ahead. They've ransacked my room, it's sure. Have to think...I'll just...there...I'll just lie down over there. Ethaniel's world spins as he takes labored steps to a nearby stack of crates topped with folded burlap. Under here...I'll stop and think, just for a moment. Thirty seconds after he pulls the cloth over himself, he is out cold.
Ethaniel doesn't even look in the direction of the gendarme's command. He turns on his heel and runs as fast as he can.
I don't know...Ethaniel will follow Marcus and Tippy into certain death against a gang of thieves, but he's got some issues when it comes to gendarmes... Now that the gang is on the run, he might just bolt.
I might start plotting some Calistrian vengeance on my healing dice...
No no no no no no no! Gendarmes! No no no! A look in my eye and they'll see everything. They'll know all about Henri, and the cook in the box at the docks! No! They'll wrest me down and string me up, and all the scum of Riddeport will come to see hang there. 'Henri's whelp,' they'll say, and laugh. No! I can't...they can't...run, idiot, run! Ethaniel's head whips back and forth, and visions of the gendarmes dance at the edge of his vision. They're swarming all around! Too late! He turns towards Marcus. You! You you you you! It was you who charged in again! It was you I trusted! You! Now we're all dead! Ethaniel takes a step towards Marcus, gesturing furiously, but when he lays a trembling hand on the ranger's side, healing energy comes forth from it. I didn't kill anybody...not one! Run, idiot! Run, and leave these fools! No! Too late...too late. Put the weapon aside. Put it aside...
Once more, energy spreads from Ethaniel as he prays.
Ethaniel's hand closes around the sharp edges of Calistria's three-pronged holy symbol, and he murmurs a prayer. Energy washes over him and flows out.
"Ascaria, come my way!" Ethaniel calls out to his companions. "Marcus! Tam! They've drawn you too far! Step back!" The half-elf clutches at his holy symbol, preparing to call forth positive energy.
How many times have I cast my lot today?
"Much obliged!" Ethaniel does not turn around as he scrambles after his companions.
"Fly from here, fool!" Ethaniel shouts at the man in the window as he evades the mob.
How far and long can we run that they will not pursue us? Ethaniel's hand slides to his belt and he hooks his buckler to his forearm. And I thought it would end with my feet hanging above open air, gendarmes all around...
Breaking into a sprint, Ethaniel shouts back at Tam. "Don't think of holding them!"
Ha! That's awesome.
As he flees, Ethaniel manages a wayward glance towards Iscarel. I should not care fore one such as he, yet I would he were with us...
Ethaniel gestures urgently at Iscarel, then moves to follow Marcus.
"Marcus?" Ethaniel looks over to the ranger.
Ethaniel's head whips back and forth as he tries to catch sight of the approaching thugs. All around us. They're all around us. "We're formed up. Hold together, our backs to the building? Is that the plan?" Ethaniel speaks in hushed urgency.
Though Marcus calls him off, Tam is pressed to a wall... Ethaniel slides over to the side of the building, putting himself between Ascaria and the man who cries out. His whip dances out on front of him as he tries to give his ally an opening to move.
"Part! This is at an end!"
My understanding is as Tippy's: the trip replaces the melee attack, so the roll is against the enemy's CMD, and success will result in that enemy falling prone (and not in any damage). On combat maneuver success: If your attack roll equals or exceeds the CMD of the target, your maneuver is a success and has the listed effect. The word "attack roll" leads me to think that you make a single roll, as your attack, and that determines the result. Were it two separate rolls, I believe it would specify "CMB roll," and have additional language about the need to hit the target first. I can find nothing in the entries about reach weapons or whips that amends the above, but I may have missed something. As for Ethaniel's placement, he should indeed be in V16, right below Tam. It was late, and my weary eyes drifted as I was determining the square on the grid. The whip has a 15-foot reach, so the trip should still be valid.
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