Lucienne attacks the Fat Man.
Attack Roll: 1d20 + 3+ 1d6 = 25
Roll to Confirm Critical: 1d20 + 3 = 17 (I assume that the Action Point doesn't apply to the Conf. Roll)
Damage = 14
Apparently, she attacks him hard.
Deeming the Fat Man to be the greatest threat, I hurl a curse to sap his strength, taking care not to let my guard down:
Ranged Touch Attack and Ray of Enfeeblement Damage to Fat Man (1d20+4=16, 1d6+1=5)
Wiping away the tears of shame that are pouring out of my eyes, I step back and look around to assess the situation.
I see Maddock fall, "Nooooooooo!"
Seeing Maddock collapse for no apparent reason, Akallabeth glares at his remaining assailant, flames visible in his eyes as well as covering his body.
"Last chance. Get down. STAY down, or die!"
SLowly so he doesn't draw an attack, he waves the flames through another pattern in the air. He steps to the side and shoves his hand though it again, releasing another wave of rainbow colored sheets of flame covering his last opponent and catching the ones who were threatening Maddock.
Akallabeth's concentration check: (1d20+8=26)
The Dandy surges forward at Kegi, striking out like a snake at not kegi but his footing, ( Make an attack against dc 17 or be prone )
The Dandy swings at my legs as I leap back to keep some separation beteen us. Try to remain standing (DC 17) (1d20+10=17)OK!
"Nice of ye ta come out an' play with us, pretty boy. I shoulda shot you earlier, but it makes no matter ta me."
Tumble away from Dandy (DC 15) (1d20+11=22) Attack Dandy w/
rapid shot (includes shift and shaken modifiers) (1d20+9=25, 1d20+9=12,
1d6+2=7, 1d6+2=8, 1d6=3)
Aerianna tries to keep a low profile as she creeps positions herself so that she's facing a thug who's back is turned. Quickly moving up behind him she taps him on the shoulder "Oh soldier." she says in a high voice and when he turns she slams the truncheon into his face. "Sucker." she mutters, eyeing the fight and looking for an opening.
Not so much with the spot check.
Lucienne turns to Romulus with the Cure Light Wounds wand. "Fli'et." 1d8 + 1 = 2. "Fli'et." 1d8 + 1 = 7.
The Dandy looks at you , lucienne and says "I wouldn't do that again if you want to live" Cough Cough Splurt
Lucienne turns to the Dandy. "Why not, m'lord?"
Akallabeth's SPOT check: (1d20 3=11)
Akallabeth, apparently recovered from his earlier self-doubts, strides quickly over to help Arianna to her feet, and then goes over to the form of Maddock lying on the ground. He begins to examine him, trying to see what happened, and if he is alright.
"Yes, please enlighten us goodsir. WHY, exactly, should we 'not do that if we want to live'?"
Akallabeth asks as he slowly rises from Maddock's unmoving form, his usually pleasant face set in a determined scowl. "And while your at it, what happened to our friend? I didn't see any of you cast any spells. Start talking, and maybe the lady can be convinced to use her wand to help you."
As the others talk to the Dandy, I make my way around the battlefield collecting shot arrows from the corpses of the less fortunate. Making my way back to the group, I stop short and eye the Dandy appraisingly.
"It seems ye 'ave something of mine an' I'd like it back," I say while absently spinning an arrow on my fingertip before sliding it into my quiver. "This may sting a little." I move to yank the arrows out of his gut causing a look of panic to cross his face as he tries to edge away, a thin stream of blood marking his path on the ground.
"Well if ye wants ta keep 'em, I can let ye 'ave 'em for a price, I suppose. What say ye answer our questions an' be quick about it."
Aerianna stands, wincing from her many injuries, and begins to search the battlefield for anything of use, be it a clue or a weapon she's more familiar with than the truncheon.
Akallabeth picks up the dandy's rapier as Kegi 'retrieves' his arrows. He manages not to smile, but you can see he's thinking about it.
"Aerianna" He says, "Perhaps you can make use of this?" He holds out the Dandy's weapon. "I don't think he's gonna need it for a while."
"Well? You said you had information. I'm still waiting goodsir." Akallabeth states slowly. Like the calm before the storm.
"Thank you." Aerianna says as she takes the proferred weapon and examines it.
She swings it experimentally a few times and nods in satysfaction a she picks up a good looking dagger from amongst the bodies.
The Dandy smiles, blood running down onto his chest.
Lucienne kneels down next to the Dandy. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry it came to this. I warned you in the bar that your stubbornness would lead to pain and injury, and I wish things could have resolved more to everyone's benefit.
"I would heal you, if you wished it. But why would that bring doom upon me?"
Akallabeth narrowed his gaze as the Dandy managed to gasp his ultimatum. Then he relaxed into a small, tight, smile as he saw which hand the dandy was referring to.
"Well, I must say that sounds very generous, six lives in exchange for saving one." Akallabeth shrugged. "Sounds fair to me, what do you think Lucienne? He hands you the vial, and you heal his wounds?"
He then looks at the Dandy. "And it doesn't matter if you trust me or not." He says pleasantly, with no hint of a threat. "I couldn't heal you if I tried. But this is the second time in under an hour that YOU have tried to kill US. And I think that the young lady with the curative magic would like SOME sign that WE can trust YOU. So what do you say goodsir? You hand her the vial to prove that you won't try to kill us the instant your better, and she saves your life. Sound fair?"
He asks, waiting expectantly.
The dying man grasps "The Hells I will... you monsters... would as soon stick... an arrow in... or out hahaha. ... of me as look at me... Heal me I walk away... Dont try nuttin...its fragile..."
I tell the Dandy, "I guess you have us beat. Couldn't blame you for resorting to blackmail. Of course, you not knowing any information about the King and all that. I don't suppose you'd also like a nice set of clean clothes to go along with your life. Blood and all that. Look even that vial is covered unsightly bloodstains. What say you give that vial over here so we can have you cleaned and healed up? We'll return the vial afterwards."
The dying man grasps "The Hells I will... you monsters... would as soon stick... an arrow in... or out hahaha. ... of me as look at me... Heal me I walk away... Dont try nuttin...its fragile..."
Lucienne looks at her companions, and then at the dying Dandy. No one's told him 'no'. Neither will she.
"Why, sirrah, do you call us 'monsters'? We have dealt with you, with all of you, with fair intent and, if not complete honesty", she ponders, fingering her mask, "then, at the least without deception. And, in this, with greater kindness than you merit.
"As Twilight dims her heav'nly dome, the stars come out to wink.
A tiny light against the night. And such the draught you drink."
Little bursts of light dance over his wounds.
She looks up. "The test is done. Show yourself, o king."
As the others converse with the Dandy, I circle him idly.
As the Dandy is completely lost in his fear, I imitate Kegi and move out of the Dandy's field of vision.
The Dandy sneers at you as he struggles to stand, "Heal me again or we will all be sleeping with the dead kings and queens tonight, I'll be damned if I let some outsiders ruin all my planning."
Lucienne sighs, stands, and takes a step away from him, putting away the wand of healing.
"That won't do, I'm afraid. Even if your ice storms are real, you can't make us do anything. You can only kill us if we don't. And it appears now that your threats will go on and on, for as long as we let them.
"If you want our cooperation, you'll need to pay for it. And the coin is information.
"Or you could run straight to the hobgoblins if you like. See how well they take to your threats."
For Logos:
(Can I get a rollcall with Hp Totals, kthx)
[ooc] 1 plus level up 5 plus healing from lucienne 9 equals 14 minus damage equals [b] negative six (6) [b]
Everyone Please Take, 11 Bludgeoning Damage and 9 Cold Damage no Save.((Can I get a roll call with Hp Totals, kthx REMINDER don't include level up hp))
Lucienne has Resistance to Cold 5, but that doesn't help when she has 1 hp remaining. (She never healed from the mob attack.) She's dead. Good bye.
I survey the ruin that has become my former companions. The girl appears dead. Likely "Rags" is on his way out, too. I am badly wounded, but thanks to my unnatural state, still alive. I drink both my healing potions.
Then I make my way to Romulus and see if I can staunch his bleeding or at least ease his suffering.
His condition in check, I rifle his belongings looking for his healing potions. Once I find them, I adminster them.
"Sorry, Rom, but ye ain't dead yet! Let's see 'bout th' others!"
Aerianna collapses under a storm of hail and lands, unconcious and bleeding, on the unforgiving ground.
Akallabeth's eyes go wide as he hears the breaking glass. He throws himself to the side, but it is too late,...
(A reminder: unconscious characters can spend an Action Point to stabilize.)
I eye the barman suspiciously, but it seems I have no choice. I give a potion each to Akallabeth and Aerianna. 2 clws (1d8 1=2, 1d8 1=4) As gently as possible, I drag them both into the tavern. Then, after catching my breath, I carry in Lucienne's remains and (with tremendous effort, no doubt) haul whatever is left of Maddock into the bar as well. Once I have everyone as comfortable as possible, I take the liberty of a little inventory. If I find any more healing potions, I administer them to try to revive someone.
I wake up and feel all the nerves of my body vying for attention.
I'm still alive. But why? I lost my nerve out there. I'm a coward.
"Kegi, is everyone alright?"
"No, they are not. Lucienne be dead. Akalabeth and Aerianna be restin'. Maddock, I don't know. I think he be dead, too. We be back in the bar. Yon barman has given us some curative that has revieved ye and th' others. But for what purpose, I know not."
Hearing the trumpets, I move away from the injured and stand in the middle of the room, facing the door.
Watching from the backroom.
Spot; Listen; Hide (1d20 8=28, 1d20 8=27, 1d20 11=30)
Akallabeth felt cold, and yet comfortable. It would be so easy to just relax. But somewhere deep down, he knew that would be wrong. There was something he still had to do,...
Akallabeth regains consciousness, and a familiar if blurry face swims into view. "Kegi?" He mumbles blurrily, "Whas goin' on? Wha happen'?"
Hearing the plain words of Kegi that Lucienne is dead, tears suddenly started pouring from my eyes. I can only think of how Lucienne helped me pull myself together during the last fight.