Just a half-written note, professor. If he is their next target, then, time is of the essence, Sir.
The younger man passes the note he'd he's palmed and pocketed.
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One day at a time... thankful folks are on the mend. Hopefully, this is an enjoyable escape for you... there is a social contract but, hopefully not too much pressure! I'm here when you're ready, at whatever pace!
It happens... gotta keep the faith.
Anyone near Ocean City, MD?
I just wanted to throw out there that I am having a blast with all of you in this game so far. Thank you for all you are contributing! Glad you're enjoying! I am too!
The younger clean shaven man had his back to the one concerned about this Jacqueline. Calmly, he scanned in all directions, peering into the darkness.
Khaled helps the professor up and into John's care. Maybe we just call the authorities, report a break-in. We arrived just in time to scatter the thieves. We start hiding bodies and cleaning up... and we look guilty. The truth shall set you free. Giving the third man and the tall woman a look, he moves towards the fleeing shorter woman and the... Countess he'd just met in the house. He stays silent and out of her immediate space, letting her do her thing as he watches on.
Khaled's concern is the Professor, even as his eyes take in the others. But, the young man's eyes pick up something, just as his ears don't. Looks like some more lit windows, we're attracting some onlookers. And yet... given the gunshots, one would think the authorities would be en route. Why no sirens? He bends to help the professor up. Who's Emerick? Do we have transportation... a place to go?
Khaled placed the second gun in the waistband at the small of his back, his coat not helping matters. Unexpected, there's a word. She seemed off. Smoke inhalation? And a little familiar but, perhaps it was just the dirt on her face and messed up hair. That was a lifetime ago, maybe three. No time for nostalgia. Blah-blah countess Hal-blah-dane... seriously? He'd never heard the name. Lady Haldane? Would you terribly mind if I were to escort you outside for some fresh air? Where are my manners? Cal. My friends call me... Cal. He offers to carry the book and holds out his arm, should she choose to take it As he passes the fallen man and bloody hatchet, he regrets the death. But winces in some discomfort from his wound. No hard feelings. Excuse me, Lady Haldane. John! No Jacqueline! But, coming down with... a young lady! All clear?!
Is it... No. Not the accented woman from the entrance. Jacqueline? He puts the first gun in his belt, at the small of his back. Then moves to pick up the second. Excuse me, Miss... We really should get out of here. Are you alright? Jacqueline?
For all you United States denizens or ex-pats: Remembering what the country went through in 1776... Happy Independence Day, Folks! Trivia: Declaration of Independence was actually signed on July 2nd, but it was a Saturday. Was made official on Monday, the 4th.
Pocketing the half-note, Khaled looks around the room for indications of there having been a feminine presence. Then he makes his way to the room where he faced of with the enemy. There were guns to be collected.
Is the car noise gone or does Khaled think we could get a glimpse of a car if he looked out the window?
Bedroom, a writing desk... no woman! Khaled shouts back. He briefly examines the papers, particularly the partially written-on one. He also runs his fingers gently along the top sheet, wondering if there would be any impressions of what was written.
Is the closet in the corner opened (tossed) or is it closed and he need to check it? Obviously on the map it's closed. Just don't want to waste a round.
I've moved Khaled.
Khaled shouts, It's a bathroom! Quietly, he moves to the far door and opens it.
Did that guy down there have a really big..? You know. Indicating size with his hand. Then he stops, realizing how it could me misunderstood. No time. Opening the first door towards the rear of the building, he peers inside.
I hope another of the... dinner guests gets him out. He's a good man.
Have you seen the Professor?! We gonna contain those flames? Khaled asks as he follows his friend up the stairs.
Khaled is impressed but, getting impatient. Perhaps I'm being too nice?
Does Khaled lose his standard action... It's OK if he does, just confirming.
I'm going to move past you, now. Try something, he'll shoot and I'll cut you. Choose life. Khaled attempts to move beyond the man and towards the window.
Is there any mechanic that would allow Khaled to chase after/catch the guy that went out the window? Or is he basically... gone (don't bother)?
Feisty... Khaled pulls his blade from the door frame and tries to lock the hatchet and twist it away from his attacker.
So, does the AoO benefit from the prone AC/CMD penalty? Does it happen because he's trying to stand up or because he has stood up? I think the former, but up to you. My logic being most AoO happen before the action is complete (as the offending action may be interrupted). Exiting a threatened square, casting a spell, etc... So, he'd technically still be prone. I actually want to disarm him.
As he falls, Khaled swings his heavy curved dagger, but he misjudged the doorway and the blade embeds in the frame. Does this mean the weapon is stuck and not freely usable (ie: expend some action to recover it)? Descriptive or mechanical?
Dodging the hatchet as it came dangerously close, One going out the back window! Khaled shouts. Then in a lower tone, If you don't mind... I'll try again. Ready? Once more, the whip coils and writhes, lashing out to tangle the assailant's legs. Khaled then follows up with his kukri across to the man's shoulder. If at first you don't...
Hahaha, two damage rolls, two 1's. Got to love the digital dice! Did anyone notice those same dice give me 2 & 2 on back to back trip & attack rolls? I swore I wouldn't whine about it, but... but... :)
Nice running of combat! Thanks for the maps.
Khaled screams out when the hatchet bypasses his defenses and crashes into his shoulder. ARGHH!! You're not making is easy to become friends. In his periphery, he sees the other man's misfortune and thanks his lucky stars and the few gods of 'luck' that came to mind. So, let's get properly acquainted. Shall we dance? His whip coils and writhes, lashing out to tangle the hatchet-man's legs. He then follows up with a kukri strike across to the man's shoulder... and takes a step back, out of the room.
as said with the GM house rules no armor bonus so it ether becomes Natural Armor bonus or Deflection, as its force feels like it should be deflection, Oops, sorry.
Hey now... if you put the guns down, I can talk them into letting you live. I got two in here! Khaled steps forward drawing his knife, his other hand flicks and the whip loosens, only to snap at the man in front of him.
Helena, where are you getting the possible +4 deflection from?She cast mage armor, as we are not using Amror with your bonus system\The +1 Deflection becomes +4 as Deflection dose not stack They might stack. Mage Armor is an armor bonus, also helps flat footed but not touch AC. That's how I read it. "An invisible but tangible field of force surrounds the subject of a mage armor spell, providing a +4 armor bonus to AC."
You are welcome and thanks for the clarification. I think Khaled nets out the same. -1 Defense
Will fix the sheet in a bit.
5th - deflection +1 Are we going to 5th Level? I know for Defense, we did... hadn't realized for ABP, as well.
Is it too late to admit I never really built Khaled for combat? LOL
For those of you who haven't played at the same table with me, before... that die role is indicative :) Usually, in the most critical moments. So here, it is surprising! @Evangeline, if you're OK with my last pass at how they met (or what happened) <<< Link as kids, let me know.
Hafla? His inner voice asked in Arabic. A party? He heard the front door open, but there were already people downstairs... One thing at a time. John needed him present, here, now. He loosened his whip. Nodding with the count, Khaled waits to open the doors simultaneously.
Khaled remembers what Harry has taught him, how to clear a zone. Simultaneous breaching. The guide moved past John and, looking back points to his own door with two fingers, then towards John. Breach or cover?
Happy Father's Day, Dudes! Those who identify as... Father(s?)!
If the door is open and Khaled is yelling "Professor" over and over... others (outside) might hear it.
Covered. Professor!! Slick with water or... blood? Khaled looks down quickly as he continues up the stairs.
As John springs into action and Helena appears, Khaled feels comfort even as he is still concerned for the Professor. Nodding, he opens his duster style coat as he follows John up the stairs, giving himself access to his trusty whip. Professor?! Professor. Are you alright? Khaled calls ahead, his voice clear in the darkness.
Khaled smiles broadly. Are we calling this... weather? Layers they said... I though sand was difficult to keep out. Undecided, which is worse. When someone asks for help, it's difficult for me to turn them down. Especially, when it sounds serious. You know the Professor? The younger man's arms open for a hug, it was a common manner of greeting among friends, back home.
Not to be a noodge... Date is October 1. 16 is the house number. Please ignore if I've misreading.
Khaled knows better than to make any sudden movements. He raises his open and empty gloved hands. Good evening... The voice is familiar but, you have me at a slight disadvantage. Wait... Mosby? John. Is that you? He begins to turn slowly.
Should he be tossing Perception checks? Or are we in "narrative" mode?
Khaled tugged his new overcoat tighter, collar turned up against the damp. The cold here wasn’t like the crisp desert nights he’d known back home — this was a living thing, a clammy chill that crept beneath wool and skin alike. He’d been in London only hours, yet already he felt it in his bones. How strange this city seemed after Cairo... after home. There, the streets never slept. Even in the small hours, life pressed in from every side: the clatter of carts, the sharp cries of street vendors hawking oranges or coffee, the smell of spices mingling with diesel smoke. Conversations spilled from tea houses into the lanes, men gathered beneath hanging lanterns, the whole city alive with restless energy. But here? London moved beneath a blanket of fog and restraint. The streets around me were all but deserted, save for the occasional figure vanishing into the gloom. The only sounds were the soft hiss of the gas lamps and the faint clop of a carriage horse. Even the buildings seemed to hunch in upon themselves, stoic rows of soot-streaked brick, windows shuttered against the night. Only a faint, flickering glow from a second-floor window hinted that someone might be within. The chimes of Big Ben drifted through the fog, each fading note swallowed by the thick London air. He raised his gloved hand to the iron knocker — cold and rough beneath his fingers — and rapped three times. The sound rang sharp in the hush, a brief challenge to the night. Then he waited, alone beneath the watchful fog of London. His backpack feeling only a bit heavy. |