Totally shocked at what he is seeing, Tyndal stands totally surprised.
Rolling his eyes at the subtle question, Ardan pulls a dagger and prepares to throw it at any doors that suddenly open themselves, muttering "Smooth, really smooth... And they thought I couldn't be trusted!"
I guess either Beeler is one of those ‘once it’s said, it’s said’ DMs, or it kinda went over his head too.
Rolling his eyes at the subtle question, Ardan pulls a dagger and prepares to throw it at any doors that suddenly open themselves, muttering "Smooth, really smooth... And they thought I couldn't be trusted!"
I guess either Beeler is one of those ‘once it’s said, it’s said’ DMs, or it kinda went over his head too.[/ooc]
"What the..?!" Hearing Terin's yell, Ardan draws and takes an experimental swing at the nearest animated creature.
Terin detects a hint of a double image as the stuffed creatures begin to animate, and recognizing the betraying signs of illusion magic, tips off his comrades. Knocking the arm from a stuffed bear with his cutlass, Ardan concurs with Terin’s assessment of the situation.
“I knew they were fakes all along. Hmm, maybe not those though…,” adds Penkus as crossbow bolts spray into the room, striking the wood paneling and narrowly missing the party.
As you search for the source of the missiles, Nemien reappears, leaps over the counter while screaming something unintelligible, and runs out the front door. In his wake, the little bell over the door jangles restlessly.
"Why did I say that? Gotta lay off that hobgob pipeweed..."
Eldin is caught somewhat by surprise by the rapid turn of events, things quickly going very differently to how he had it figured in his head. Between the illusionary animals, the near miss by a crossbow bolt, and Nemien’s sudden reappearance, he reacts far to slowly to grab the fleeing taxidermist as he runs past out the door.
“Terin,” yells the cleric, “I think the Beast needs to be after him!” He has a sudden absurd image of a stuffed panther attacking the taxidermist. “Somewhat fitting really,” he thinks, “assuming it’s not another illusion that just ran out the door…?”
Terin squints to see where the bolts came from--spot 1d20+7=20
and moves to get closer to the source, shifting into beast-form as he moves.
Terin squints to see where the bolts came from--spot=20[/url]
You spy hand crossbows extended out from behind three separate preserved creatures. The rogues are hiding within the displays.
Not seeing what Terin is looking at, Ardan heads for the door that looks like it goes deeper into the building (opening it if possible), hoping to find a way to get to the shooters.
"S$@+e..."
[ooc]How much more black? None more. None more black.[ooc]
"DAMMIT!"
Seann digs into his upper arm with two fingers, causing the now familiar energy discs to appear in the air before him.
Terin angles closer to the crossbows, in an effort to prevent another volley. Rounding an overstuffed bear, he finds himself facing one of the thieves (a hard-bitten man with a unibrow), with another to his right, ducked behind a bobcat. On the other side of the room, the final guild member uses a monstrous centipede for cover.
Passing through the back of the showroom, Ardan finds himself at the end of a short L-shaped hallway with a door to the left, and two doors ahead and a step or two to the right. The hallway bends at a ninety-degree angle, making a sharp right in the direction of the showroom (behind you) and preventing you from seeing what may lie around the corner.
I too will cast mage armor. And perhaps find some cover.
I too will cast mage armor. And perhaps find some cover.
Hide behind me. I deserve it.
Eldin darts back out through the front door of the shop, looking around for Nemien.
If he sees him, he gives chase, yelling “Stop that man! Stop thief!” as he goes, hoping that someone in the street may act in his favour.
If we're on round 2, my initiative roll: 1d20 2=3
Seeing their escape route cut off by Ardan, the rogue farthest from Terin bolts out the front door, ostensibly after Eldin. Dropping their hand crossbows, the two remaining rogues draw rough looking cutlasses and close on the nearest adversary (no sneak attack damage because the second thief can’t flank from behind the bobcat).
Distracted by the guild member directly before him, Terin receives a wicked stab just below his right armpit as the second thief jabs overtop the stuffed cat (Damage (1d6+1=6)). Fortunately, the obstacle prevents the Lotus Rogue from penetrating too deeply, though the wound is still serious.
The Beast releases a roar of anger and pain, then lunges for his attacker's throat with his large fangs.
1d20+6=19, 1d6+5=7
Ardan continues to guard the doors, glancing down the hall for any reinforcements.
Seeing the Beast take the hit, Seann rushes over, not knowing exactly what to do. His discs of energy spin frenetically as he raises his hands. Not sure what to expect, he closes his eyes.
As he concentrates, green and blue fire pours from Seann's fingertips into Terin's wound.
Darting outside, Eldin whips his head back and forth down the lane, and manages to catch a glimpse of Nemien rounding the corner of the Taxidermists (to your right). As you step forward in pursuit, one of the thieves bursts from the shop door behind you.
Darting outside, Eldin whips his head back and forth down the lane, and manages to catch a glimpse of Nemien rounding the corner of the Taxidermists (to your right). As you step forward in pursuit, one of the thieves bursts from the shop door behind you.
A bolt of magical energy, black with red streaks, flies through the air and strikes one of the thugs. It burns its way deep into his body.
Is it your preference to kill the first or wound the second?
One less mouth to feed is one less mouth to feed. I do the world a favor and reduce its population of scumbag losers by one.
Eldin races around the corner after the taxidermist, trying to gain on the man, silently praying to Fharlanghn to give his legs strength and speed.
Tyndal looks wistfully at the jackalope and says, "I'll be back for you in a second, little bunny. Some killing to do here."
His flail appears in his hand and he begins flailing at the nearest Dragon.
2 pt PA (1d20 4, 1d8 5=[5, 4], [6, 5])
Tyndal looks wistfully at the jackalope and says, "I'll be back for you in a second, little bunny. Some killing to do here."
His flail appears in his hand and he begins flailing at the nearest Dragon.
2 pt PA (1d20 4, 1d8 5=[5, 4], [6, 5])
Test of Blackotter's roll: (1d20 4=23, 1d8 5=12)
Lotus dragons are up.