Tuon steps back out of the thief's way. He keeps his sword drawn and pointing low, ready to attack if the little devil breaks his word in any way.
Skidd draws his spear and quickly runs over to the thief. He does not attack, but motions for Hat to get behind him.
"I believe I'm to be your escort. Step lively now! That's it! Lively!"
As everyone clears a path to the door thief drags Bri toward the exit keeping a watchful eye on everyone.
As they step outside the door the little thief smiles. "Nice doing business with you."
He take his glowing blade from Bri's throat and brings the pommel down hard on her head.
Bri's head explodes with a sudden pain and her companions slowly fade as her vision darkens.
Throwing the unconscious halfling into the door way the thief turns and runs off down the street.
Listen check DC 15
"I believe that your friend might want some assistance before the authorities (in the name of justice, of course)step on her."
He remarks, "Very clever. There's no running after him, as you might be blamed for the crime if they see you fleeing from the crime scene. Also, he put the girl in the way. Genius."
...great, I get to automatically deal damage to their friend.
Scardd sees his Halfling friend fall to the thief. With a growl of infernal rage, he leaps out into the street barely clearing Bri. Ignoring the sounds of the authority now coming this way and the warnings from the magic-user, he stops briefly to locate the thief.
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Suddenly, Skidd realizes something.
"Um, guys? Now is probably the time to sheathe your weapons. And act real law-abiding. And, also, move your friend."
Tuon moves to Bri, sheathing his sword. He picks her up carefully.
Hattyn hisses at where the thief ran and glares at any of the other folk who didn't obey his master.
He runs to Skidd's side.
Scardd sees his Halfling friend fall to the thief. With a growl of infernal rage, he leaps out into the street barely clearing Bri. Ignoring the sounds of the authority now coming this way and the warnings from the magic-user, he stops briefly to locate the thief.
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Scardd leaps through the door into the street and with a quick look around spot the thief running several yards down the road. Channeling his rage he sends a burst of energy flying down the road but the still diminutive thief darts out of the line of fire.
Between the City Watch charging down the street and the crazed looking half-orc unleashing magic bolts several bystanders start to scream and people start running to get off the street.
After unleashing the Eldritch Blast that still confounds the Half-Orc on how he is able to perform this, Scardd avoids the panicked crowd and takes off after the thief. “Damzit, I vill get zou vet leeetle man.”
Skidd sighs.
"Clearly, there is no helping some."
Hattyn runs to the tattooed man and attacks him .
Skidd groans.
Galen runs out the door, trying to jump over Bri, but his armor trips him up.
Galen yells to his horse, "Filaren, attack!"
The horse gives a snort and stampedes after the thief increasing the frenzy of panicking bystanders. Hearing the load hoof beats the thief turn just in time to catch a front hoof on the shoulder.
Staggering he manages to keep his feet and run on.
Behind Galen and Scardd three men dressed in long red coats brandishing swords break through the crowd. Seeing people running from a large half-orc dressed in ripped and tattered clothing they quickly level their swords in Scardd's direction. "Put down the spear and don't move."
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Fair Tuon with Bri in his arms goes berserk.
"Galen, you are no better than that thief! Creed and I both told him he could go. Stop fighting in the street and be a bloody knight with some honour. You are breaking my word."
Hearing the approach of the guards, Tuon smiles ice cold.
"This is out of hand." He adds emphatically.
Tuon turns away from the shop and carefully moves down the street in the opposite direction with the little halfling girl.
If he sees the local militia he will try to duck out of sight.
"In the knight's defense, he didn't really return the money. But why listen to me? After all, I'm a mage, and mages are obviously liars. Not to mention that i am a halfling and therefore not to be trusted. So why should you listen to me? Who cares if I advise you all to be careful? Let's all run and attack the thief!"
He looks very annoyed, mainly at the half-orc who ignored him and saw fit, instead, to start sending magic at the thief.
Creed rushes to Tuon. "Is she okay? Let me see her. Hold STILL, Tuon."
Sheathing his spear, Skidd runs to pick up Hattyn, and observes the tattooed man healing Bri.
"Ah, so you are a priest. Of what deity, may I ask?"
After failing to find a way around the back of the shop Roderick darts out of an ally. Seeing the horse chasing after a small halfling Roderick thinks to himself Thats bizarre, it's that Galen's horse. and then he sees that the halfling eyes and puts it together. Grabbing an arrow he lets one fly but the arrow flies high and pierces the wall across the street.
As the large horse thunder along next to the thief his vision distorts as he starts to grow back to normal size. Now with his longer legs he puts his head down and runs as fast as he can down the street.
Scardd lets out a growl of rage as he stares down the street at the retreating thief. Then he says quietly to himself, “Zu beeeeter run. Nezzzt time, you’re mine. How dare zu hurt Bri.” At the thought of the Halfling, the Half-Orc looks around for her.
Hattyn glances at the approaching half-orc and hisses, jumping up to Skidd's shoulder.
Skidd pats Hat. "Now, now, mustn't be rude, I'm sure he was only looking out for the child. I'm sure he ignored the 'evil halfling mage' for a perfectly good reason."
The thief take one last look behind him before he rounds a corner and disappears from sight.
The apparent leader of this group of the Watch is dressed in a long red coat and when he walks you can see the tail of his chainmail armor under it. He has short brown hair and you would guess that he is no older than 25. On the back of his coat is the embroidered image if two large peaks with a circle at the base and on his right shoulder he has an image of an eagles head.
Knowledge Local or Royal & Noble DC 10
Knowledge Local or Royal & Noble DC 15
Holding his sword high he looks Scardd over, "What is going on here, you attacking passerby? Put down your spear and get down on your knees." The other two watchmen fan out around Scardd ready for trouble.
The leader of the group looks over to Galen, "Haven't I seen you before?" Suddenly he straights a little. "Your part of the Swordstars... Wha... What are you doing with this trouble maker?"
"Ahem, if I can explain. These folk here, see, were victimized by the thief. They were rather angry and were probably going to kill him when I intervened and...ah...shrunk him. I am in a magic shop, after all. But they were still quite angry. The knight was going to take him captive, but this thief was cunning. He took that child captive." He points to Bri. "And threatened to slice her windpipe. Of course, everyone here--possibly exempting me--cared for the girl, so they surrendered, and I can't very well have a murder on my hands--that's not my job, I just reduce the killing--so I surrendered as well. The thief did leave, I'll give him that, but he pounded the hilt of some strange glowing sword onto the child's head and knocked her out. He then fled without leaving the money. As I've said, these folk cared for the child, so that ugly man there--the one with the scars--went and began nursing her. I think 'tis worth pointing out that that man--he points to the tattooed man--is obviously a priest of some deity and just healed the girl. She should be up shortly.
"So, please, I believe that I'm the most neutral party, save perhaps her"--he points to the elven woman--"she didn't participate at all. Perhaps you should ask her? She may also have a word to say about those folk"--he points to the party members--"destroying her merchandise..."
"Ahem, if I can explain......She may also have a word to say about those folk"--he points to the party members--"destroying her merchandise..."
Tuon puts the waking halfling down.
"Thanks Creed, she looks small but she's quite heavy," he grunts.
Tuon puts the waking halfling down.
"Thanks Creed, she looks small but she's quite heavy," he grunts.
"That's because they eat so damn much." Creed says with a crooked grin, "Hah!"
Turning towards the talkative halfling...
he points to the tattooed man--is obviously a priest of some deity and just healed the girl. She should be up shortly.
"So, please, I believe that I'm the most neutral party, save perhaps her"--he points to the elven woman--"she didn't participate at all. Perhaps you should ask her? She may also have a word to say about those folk"--he points to the party members--"destroying her merchandise..."
Creed interjects, "I am no priest." He says to the leader of the guards, by way of answering the halfling's question, "I am a disciple of the Strong One, called and gifted by Kord Himself. But, I am no priest."
"I have, however, been robbed by a thief and a coward who attacked and wounded my friend. Those assembled here tried to stop him," with a broad smile he adds, "and failed, yeah? Hah! A good chase, though. Hah!"
Skidd chuckles at Creed's humor. "Yes, we did fail to stop him, but i did get a good chase. Although perhaps it was not so for the child."
Tuon puts the waking halfling down.
"Thanks Creed, she looks small but she's quite heavy," he grunts.
Bri slowly feels herself waking up and instantly remembers the thief. In a groggy voice. "Tuon there is no reason to bring my weight into the topic. What is going on anyhow? Where did that half pint go? Did somebody squash him like a little bug? And why does my head feel think a Giant stepped on it?" Bri asks while she places her hands on her head. Bri notices the Guard talking to the group and there being a question of the group being in trouble. " Well it is about time that somebody took notice. Did you catch the thief? The nerve of him thinking that he could take me as a hostage and then put a knife to my neck. Didn't he notice the size of my companions, must not of had any brains in the little head of his. Well don't just stand there, tell us how you plan to catch the thief?" Bri try's to take a few steps closer to the action but finds herself a little wobbly so she sits down on the ground instead.
Bri try's to take a few steps closer to the action but finds herself a little wobbly so she sits down on the ground instead.
"Perhaps you should sit a moment," Says Creed. "The thief played his game well--as thieves do. Don't concern yourself with him. If I meet him again, the outcome will not be the same. Haw! Or, maybe it will, yeah? Hah!"
Skidd finds himself warming to the large man. "Yes, maybe it will. You folk didn't exactly perform well in this battle. The child even got herself captured! You really need to be more careful, young lady", he says, looking severely at Bri. "Or you might be killed."
Scardd, being told to drop his weapon and kneel, remembers back to waking in the cave shackled and imprisoned. He was not about to let this happen again, but he is also aware that he is out of his element here in a city.
Still holding his spear and letting out a growl, the Half-Orc looks to Galen, one he truly trusts, for his wisdom.
Scardd, being told to drop his weapon and kneel, remembers back to waking in the cave shackled and imprisoned. He was not about to let this happen again, but he is also aware that he is out of his element here in a city.
Still holding his spear and letting out a growl, the Half-Orc looks to Galen, one he truly trusts, for his wisdom.
"Half-orc, you are hardly in the position to defy these men. You've already caused enough trouble after that madly planned charge."
Skidd finds himself warming to the large man. "Yes, maybe it will. You folk didn't exactly perform well in this battle. The child even got herself captured! You really need to be more careful, young lady", he says, looking severely at Bri. "Or you might be killed."
Bri listens as the other halfling talks to her. " So whats up with calling me a child? Last time I checked you were the same size as me and for the record if you want to keep calling me a child I will start calling you shorty. Got there shorty!" Bri says this as she punches him in the shoulder with a little of her might. "Next time I will aim for you head there shorty so watch your mouth! Plus I wasn't killed nor was I really that close to dying as you can see I am doing just fine." Bri says and does as she stands up with a little help from her inner stubbornness.