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"Potential adventurers, I'd agree. Look at young Prat here. An adventurer in the making if ever there was one!"

"But you never know. I'm a charming fellow, as at least half the ladies in Azure District can attest. You lot have never seen me turn on my charm."

Luenevyn flashes a charming smile (which could also be construed as a bit lecherous), which falters a bit when he sees Lance's explorer's outfit. Then he remembers his hat, and his smile comes back.

"Really? You think she saw me?"

Luenevyn spits into his hand and smooths back his hair.

"Do we even know what we're being paid for? Ordinarily, I'd think the Lady might have succumbed to my dashing charm, but I don't think she's seen me before. And it doesn't explain why you've been invited." Luenevyn gives a wink.

"Any ideas what we're here for? More dogs? Or perhaps we'll be moving up to enraged cows..."

Luenevyn sashays in wearing new clothes (though not of high quality and cut). He sweeps off his jaunty hat and sketches a bow.

"Good evening, Lam-ang."

Changed a few things with Luenevyn:

• Got rid of the spear and the short sword. I'll just use my trusty club for now, until I can afford a rapier.
  
• Bought an explorer's outfit, so I don't look like the wharf rat I am when I meet the lady.

Luenevyn has been updated as 1st-level rogue. Yay! :D

I went ahead and bought some new equipment, and adjusted things appropriately. If I won't actually have time to go shopping, let me know and I'll change things back.

"Hobnobbing with the hoi palloi? Sounds like fun. You can tell the Lady that Master Luenevyn will be pleased to come as well."

Luenevyn addresses the group. "Should we all meet up tomorrow before the dinner party? I know I have some shopping to do."

Luenevyn tries to peer into the satchel. "How much gold you got there, Lance? Shall we divvy it up? Five ways even."

I gots me some equipment to buy! :D

Luenevyn gets to his feet with a sigh. "Lead on, then."

I took point coming in - I'm not doing it again!

"Alright. Who's in favor of a little ghost hunting?"

"You think there's more here than just the dogs?" Luenevyn sighs and picks up his club again. "OK, I'm in. But I don't know how effective this will be against ghostly spooks."

What do you do with the sleeping dogs? Just let them lie? ...sorry, I couldn't resist.

If no one else seems willing to take care of business, Luenevyn will go outside the front doors and club the unconscious dogs. At the first sign of movement, however, he runs back inside, fast! (He also recovers his rope & grapple from the balcony.)

Luenevyn clambers over the balcony railing and lets out a shuddering breath. "Sweet Charmalaine, that was close!" He notices the mangy dog now lying where the huge dog fell. "Was that what we were fighting? I would swear it was ten times that big! Where'd the big one go?"

He scans the yard and notices the sleeping dogs. "So who wants to go back down and make sure the other ones don't turn into some hell-spawned demon-dogs? I volunteer NOT to." Luenevyn slumps to the ground, back against the railing, and runs his hands through sweat-soaked hair. "I need a drink. Anybody have some hooch on them?"

As soon as the dog hits the ground, Luenevyn turns and runs for the rope.

Climb (1d20+2=18)

Ok, we'll try this again.

Luenevyn skids to a stop in front of the big dog, club swinging ineffectually. His knees are trembling. One voice inside him says, RUN, you thrice-damned fool!, but another one shrugs and says, In for a copper, in for a gold.

The tiniest whimper escapes his lips as Luenevyn swings his club again at the dog's head, hoping he'll be nimble enough to avoid the monster's snapping jaws.

Attack 1d20=19, Damage 1d6=2

Crap.

"It's not gonna let us just run away!" Luenevyn shouts, horrified to see the giant dog chasing after his friends.

I shouldn't be here. I should be sitting in the Empty Grave with a pint of ale, or better yet, at the Secret with Aralandi. I should NOT be here.

But his feet are already moving. Luenevyn runs away from the house, club held high, charging the dog.

Charge the dog.
Attack; Damage (1d20+2=8, 1d6=2)

Crap again.

Luenevyn shouts to the others: "The rope's up! We can climb up to the balcony!"

Luenevyn wants to go up himself, but he doesn't want to abandon the group, especially since his only missile weapon (my only weapon, Luenevyn reminds himself) is his club. Hurry up, hurry up!

Ready action: If anyone gets to Row 8 without the dogs attacking, Luenevyn will start climbing the rope. Climb (1d20+2=10)
If the dogs attack anyone heading for the house, Luenevyn will move to help them instead.

Luenevyn runs forward a few feet, twirling his grappling hook to the side before letting it fly towards the balcony of the porch.

Move to 11,5
And according to the SRD, DitheringDM should make my Use Rope check so I don't know if the grapple is really holding.
My Use Rope is +5 (+3 Dex, +2 for silk rope).

Luenevyn looks at the big fire dog and the right corner of the porch. His eyes flick back and forth, gauging the distance between the dog, the party, and the house. He loosens the coil of rope around his shoulders, and looks like he's preparing to run.

Ready action: Luenevyn will move once the big dog reaches row 6. Luenevyn will then move to (9, 5).
If the dog doesn't approach, Luenevyn will instead ready his rope & grappling hook (equal to loosing/readying a shield, I hope)

Without turning his head, he tells the others, "I'm going to try to get my grappling hook on that balcony over the porch, in case we need to get out of that thing's reach. Can you cover me?"

Is saying "Ack!" a combat action? :)

Where on the grid is the big fire dog?

...so what are you going to do, punch them? And don't give me that Top 4 excuse either :)

I'm just messing with ya - congratulations! We'll cover for you as much as we can.

Grumble, grumble, grumble. As I was foolishly taking point, I foolishly thought of myself as going in armed, which goes to show that I was even more foolish than I thought! :)

Luenevyn takes up a fighting stance. After a moment, he looks sheepishly around and slowly draws his club, trying not to attract attention.

Initiative (1d20+3=17)

Move action: draw club
Also readying an action to attack if the dogs close in.

Attack roll; Damage (1d20=11, 1d6=1)

Initiative (1d20+3=17)

Also readying an action to attack if the dogs close in.

Attack roll; Damage (1d20=11, 1d6=1)

Luenevyn suddenly realizes that volunteering to take point was excessively foolish, even for him.

"Circling sounds good to me. Lead on, gentlemen!"

After a moment he adds, "And lady."

"From the mouths of babes," Luenevyn mutters to his companions with a wry smile.

"Belay that, Prat!" he calls to the boy. "Why don't you let me take point, and you can back me up with that shield of yours. Or perhaps it might be best to see if we can get some of Lam-Ang's meat ready. It's only dogs, but we may as well take advantage of Lance's planning."

Luenevyn turns to Summer. "Lady, were you able to get some herbs to spike the meat?"

Prat's words are echoed by a rumble from Luenevyn's stomach as he realizes he's quite hungry too.

"Damn, all that planning and no one remembered food." He sighs. "Well, anyone know how dog tastes?"

Luenevyn walks up to the gate and peers through, looking and listening for any sign of these wild dogs.

Listen and Spot (1d20+7=14, 1d20+7=22)

"That kid sure is eager," Luenevyn says as Prat runs off. "But he's made our plan for us, I guess. The lady's leaves sound good too. Okay Lance, any idea where to get this gear you want?"

"Well. It does have alot of options, but it seems to be a safe plan. I don't mind your objection though. What would your plan be?"

"I don't have a plan. It's dogs. Like I said, we go in, we kill 'em, we get paid. Pits and cages and traps and animal trainers? If one comes up to me, I'll club it right back down." Luenevyn demonstrates with a swing from his cudgel.

To Lam-Ang he says, "Tepinal's Wares or Leldibar's Shop here in Sunrise may have some of what you're looking for. Otherwise, I'd suggest Champion's District, but that's not really my stomping grounds, so I can't really say for sure."

Just want to point out I'm not trying to be a dick here, but Luenevyn's a fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants kind of guy, and usually doesn't have the patience for long planning. And sorry to take so long to respond - RPG Superstar and work were kicking my butt the beginning of this week.

Luenevyn listens to Lance outlining his plan in growing disbelief.

"Wow. That sounds incredibly complex. We're going to clear out some wild dogs, not a clan of man-eating dragons. We go in, we kill 'em, we get paid. What could be easier?"

"I'm in."

When Luenevyn finishes Prat nods as if trying to clear his head and says,"You have an odd name. Can I just call you Riddle for short? Anyway, I'm called Prat by my friends at the theater. I've lived there since Ms. Absalee adopted me which is grand since I get to work backstage at all the operas. It's excting and what not, but not nearly as exciting as becomeing an honest to goodness real adventurer!"

Luenevyn chuckles good-naturedly at Prat's chatter, perhaps reminded of his own youth. "Sure, Prat, you can call me Riddle. Same goes for the rest for you, if you like."

And BTW, it's pronounced Loo-EH-neh-vin.

"I, for one, would like to know more about just who I'm working with. Sure, we were all thrown together in the dock fight, but who are you people?"

Luenevyn absentmindedly reaches behind him and filches an apple from a fruit-seller's cart. He polishes it on his shirt and takes a bite.

"Ok, I'll go first. I'm Luenevyn. Grew up in Azure District, but I wander round a bit. Got fair knowledge of Noble and Sunrise Districts, at least. I can tell you where to get a tattoo in Noble, the best pubs in Sunrise, which gaming halls in Azure stack the odds, and where you can find the most beautiful women in Sasserine. I can probably show you the best fishing spots in the whole city, too.

"So, pleased to meet you. That's my story. What're yours?"

Taking a closer look, you can see Luenevyn is tall for an elf, but slim, with wild, flame-red hair, green eyes, and charcoal-gray skin. Various tattoos, strange and mundane, cover his face and arms.

For those who speak Elven:

"I'd be willing to safeguard those coins until we reach a decision," Luenevyn says.
"A dungeon of rust and fire, you say? Hmmm, I'm just a city-born wharf-rat. You sure you have the right group for this?"

"There they are!" Luenevyn points out the rest of the group across the square.

Turning to Tolin, he says, "Don't suppose you might give us a few tidbits about why you called us here before the others join us? Specifically payment details, mayhap?"

Wait until we get into combat next - Dice karma's a b%~##! :)

"I've not seen them, either," Luenevyn tells Tolin. "Do you need all of us, or if the others don't show, is the opportunity for the two of us still open?"

Search and Spot as well, just in case
Search and Spot (1d20 5=22, 1d20 7=26)

Luenevyn greets Lam-Ang with a smile. "Good morning. I haven't seen hide nor hair of Tolin. Perhaps he will be keeping an eye out for us."

Luenevyn then shows off his really nice pair of walking boots.

Over the following week, Luenevyn blows the money he got from the thugs on games of chance at the Imp's Folly and on Aralandi at the Mermaid's Secret, not necessarily in that order.

Broke again, he tries to pawn what he can of the thug's possessions: the light crossbow in poor condition, 8 bolts, 4 knives, and the dagger. (He keeps the black bladed buckler as a souvenir and the really nice pair of walking boots.)

When the messenger comes, Luenevyn resolves to save this money, and gives half the coffee as a gift to Aralandi. He enjoys an early morning cup of coffee himself before heading to the Dawn Market gates to meet Tolin, curious if any of the others from the pier will be there.

How much can I get for the thug's weapons?

Luenevyn wouldn't mind a new pair of boots, so he tries them on and picks up the buckler too.

If no one else grabs anything, he'll pick up everything else before the guards come, too.

Luenevyn jumps off the pier into the water to wash off the blood, then hops back up, dripping wet. Seeing that Lance has piled the thugs' goods in a convenient pile, he keeps an eye out for anything of particular value. He also looks for a new shirt that isn't ripped, bloodstained, and might fit him.

"You can leave word for me (and my reward) at the Empty Grave tavern in Azure District. But who is Lady Vanderboren? And just what's been going down here today?"

"I'm Luenevyn. And my companion speaks true, we came to the aid of Liamae. She was having...similar...thug problems. Happy to be of service, but I believe she mentioned something about a reward for our aid...?"

To Lance: "The lady's berries seem to have done me right, Lance. Sadly, I can't say the same for my shirt. But I'll gladly the accept the ale!"

Luenevyn is feeling positively giddy from the effects of the berries. He steps up to stand beside Prat.

"It seems our cunning plan to withdraw has failed," he tells his companions. "To the right, 'ware the man on board the ship."

Luenevyn makes a 5' step and readies an attack action if any thug (or the man on the ship) comes within reach.
Attack: (1d20=15) and Damage: (1d6=2).

Luenevyn also tries to keep the man on the ship in sight.
Spot: (1d20+7=20)

Luenevyn: Summer moved before you, handing over 5 Goodberries - you move this round but that still leaves a standard action...

But I also drew my club, which was a second move action, so I'm out of actions for the first round.

2nd round: Luenevyn gulps a couple of the berries Summer gave him and stays where he is, twirling his club, and holding the line of retreat with Lam-ang.

Ready action: Attack if any of the thugs come within a 5' step of me.
Attack roll (if needed) (1d20=18)
Damage roll (if needed) (1d6=3)

Luenevyn draws his club and moves forward to H7.

Secondary action: if the thugs get too close, Luenevyn will only move to I4 in an attempt to stay out of combat. I don't want to die!

"I thought your folk were agile and quick to dodge. I quess that mop on your head isn't the only thing that is not elf like."

"Yeah lady, well it was two against one." He looks at the fallen bodies at his feet. "I don't think I did half bad, all things considered."

Luenevyn gasps in pain again as Summer probes his wound. "Ow! Watch it!"

Now I can see more posts. But they weren't there before...

To Lam-ang: "I'm curious, but I don't want another shiv in the gut. But shall we follow anyways? Might be a reward of some kind..."

Luenevyn follows the other three, leaning on Lam-ang for support.

I didn't see Summer's original post. Am I getting some healing?

"More lucky than anything, really. You're no slouch with that staff yourself. I'm Luenevyn. You're not from around here, are you?"

Luenenevyn moves forward to return the greeting and winces, putting his hand to his side where the thug stabbed him.

"The lady? I'm more concerned about myself."

As he watches the blood soak into shirt, he curses and adds, "This is my only shirt."

Luenevyn pivots as the thug brushes past him and swings his club.
Attack of Opportunity: Attack roll: (1d20-4=12), Damage roll: (1d6=3)

Fourth round action:
If anyone is left standing, Luenevyn attacks. Attack roll: (1d20=18), Damage: (1d6=4)
If the thug gets past him and runs, Luenevyn throws his club at the thug instead. Attack roll (same as above +3 = 21), Damage roll: same as above
If both thugs are down before my initiative, Luenevyn searches the bodies for anything useful. Search: (1d20+5=23)

Dithering DM:

Luenevyn gasps in shock as the leader's blade cuts into him. He twirls his club in an attempt to parry more blows, and swings at the leader.
Fighting defensively (+2 AC) while attacking the leader
Attack roll: (1d20-4=15)
Damage roll: (1d6=3)

Luenevyn steps into the alley behind the men. Drawing a club, he creeps up stealthily behind them.

Move action to draw weapon, second move action to sneak closer.
Move Silently (1d20+4=8)

I haven't actually played 3.5 in a while, so it'll take me a few combats to get used to what actions I can take, etc. I can't draw my weapon, move up to them, and attack this round, right?

Luenevyn ducks out of sight to run around the building and come out behind the men.

I figure that will be at least a full-round action, but if not, I'll spend a move action to draw my club, just in case.

To DitheringDM: Should we put our actions in spoilers (I notice Lam-ang did) or just post them in the open?