Hezekiah will try to get a better view of what's happening.
Move to I24
Screams of shock and surprise erupt across the gambling hall, as the tournament players and casino workers alike suddenly find themselves unable to see.
Amidst the general chaos and disorder, four men, all standing near a woman with a distinctive eyepatch in the central part of the casino, produce what look like saps and begin to move toward the guards near the tournament prize chest and along the wall.
As soon as the flash fades, Jagor opens his eyes and takes in the scene. Seeing the five that had been expecting this (apparently) draw weapons, he thinks, "Now I show Goblin owner-man what I can do" and moves to protect the chest. "Makoa, this way!"
Acrobatics to move normal speed through crowd (1d20+7=25)
Despite the confusion of the tightly-packed crowd, he manages to slip through and past people
As he moves, he's trying to keep track of the five bearing saps as well as the mage in the privy.
"What in Hell?..." Ghorum manages to mutter before everything goes brilliant white, then pitch black as he screws his eyes shut tightly.
Gripping his gathered winnings still in hand tightly, he drops to his knees next to the craps table he was at.
Makoa, absolutely furious at this point, tries to move through the crowd with weapon in hand, toward the source of the light, but people seem to be panicking too much for him to maneuver his way around them. He stops for a brief moment to let out a bellowing roar.
As they do so, the woman in the eyepatch cups her hands around her mouth and shouts, “All right, folks! Drop to the ground and don’t try anything stupid and we might just let you live!” The speech seems to invigorate the fighting men with her, who grin broadly in apparent anticipation of someone “trying something stupid.”
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Until I decide what that stupid thing is, Jagor will crouch down (keeping his feet under him) clutching his sack and watching the proceedings closely.
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DM:
Also, you linked the wrong map. Here's a link to the new one.
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And no I didn't! I didn't! It's a foul lie!
Er... fixed.
Acrobatics (1d20 3=5)
Apparently, Makoa is having difficulty moving, and makes it only to H23, making his way toward the thug in N22. As he's doing so, he lets loose a javelin, and throws it directly at the thug.
Javelin Attack, 30' range (1d20+3=10), damage (1d6+6=12)
Move to M24 .
I don't use acrobatics or Escape artist on purpose . It's too flashy
Just checking : For the moment , there is still a crowd standing and a little halfling can move without having especially to sneak to avoid being targeted ?
Hezekiah decides that heroes come in the most unusual shapes nowadays and tries to sneak up and give Makoa a hand. "Friend", he shouts, "let me help you." He stretches out his hand to touch Makoa's earth breaker, which flashes blue for a moment.
Everyone but our blinded friend:
Jagor tries to use the crowd, if possible, to move around the dias to where the scroll-user stands.
Acrobatics check for movement (1d20+7=27)
Jagor easily moves through the press of bodies, but his attempt at stealth is not particularly successful.
Standing behind the beleagured guard and beside the spellcaster, the half-orc looks at the mage and says, "Jagor help?"
<place holder - action TBD!! Soon!>
The woman with the eyepatch climbs up onto the dais and spots Jagor as well. She points a finger at him and begins chanting.
DM Shisumo:
Whew! Any indication what I just escaped?
DM Shisumo:
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Ghorum, after ducking behind the table, proceeds to start muttering a prayer to Calean, picturing the room as he remembers in his mind. He pictures the woman shouting, and smiles as he utters the last words of his spell.
DM Shisumo
Also:
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DM Shisumo
The severe wound suffered by the thug nearest the door seems to break his morale, and he runs for it. Though the guard he was battling has an opening, his skill is not enough to take advantage of it. Meanwhile, the rest of the thugs continue their attacks. The thug near the dais swings his sap ineffectively at the guard who hurt him; the other two move to flank Makoa, apparently seeing him as the greatest threat. Though only one of them is able to move quickly enough through the crowd to be able to attack as well, neither manages to leave Makoa an opening as they close. The one who can attack does so with vicious effectiveness .
Earth Breaker Attack roll 13
Earth Breaker Damage 18
Makoa, furious, draws his Earth Breaker, and attempts to slam it into the side of the thugs face.
Clifford move to P22 and closes the doors .
While I'm at this position ... I remember that when we entered , there was a box with a guard where they put our money . where would it be now ?
The wizard pulls back from his attacker and says three short words before cupping what looks like silver-white flame in his hands and hurling it at the guard that attacked him .
Hezekiah backs off and tries to use his magic to befuddle one of the thugs battling Makoa (and who are too close for comfort).
Jagor steps up to the wizard and attempts to knock him unconscious, but his strikes are wide of the mark.
Flurry of Blows (1d20+0=9, 1d6+2=6, 1d20+0=5, 1d6+2=3)
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DM Shisumo
The woman with the eyepatch cries out in fear as Jagor and the guard make their attacks on the wizard, then narrows her eyes and begins a sing-song chant that seems to carry the drifting sounds of lulling waves and gently calling nightbirds with it, while at the same time hurling a fine spray of sand over Jagor and the two guards standing near him. Both of the guards tumble to the ground, snoring loudly.
Near the dais, right where the woman with the eyepatch was standing a moment ago, a halo of white light coalesces into the form of a badger, which looks around for a moment before leaping up onto the dais and clawing at her . The woman screams in surprise and pain at the cut it inflicts on her leg. “Angvar!” she cries. “Help me, my love!”
DM Shisumo:
The woman with the eyepatch cries out in fear as Jagor and the guard make their attacks on the wizard, then narrows her eyes and begins a sing-song chant that seems to carry the drifting sounds of lulling waves and gently calling nightbirds with it, while at the same time hurling a fine spray of sand over Jagor and the two guards standing near him. Jagor, I need a Will save, DC 14. Both of the guards tumble to the ground, snoring loudly.
Jagor feels a weariness creep into him for a moment before shaking it off and glaring at the woman.
The woman on the dais says something and makes a throwing motion toward the half-orc and the guards near him. Both guards collapse in noisy slumber, but Jagor remains standing and glares at the woman.
DM Shisumo:
ROTFL Oh, how I needed that. Thanks, man!
Ghorum, now not sure of where the womans voice is now coming from, guesses where and pictures what it looked like. He says the final word of his prayer.
With a muted flash, a badger appears from nothingness and proceeds to hop at the woman.
DM Shisumo
Celestial Badger stats
Spoiler:Actually, I'd already brought the badger into play (see my last big update post), though it looks like the end result is just about the same. If you want to be the one to handle your summoned creatures in the future, though, I have no objection. We will put the badger where you put it - it's a better tactical action than what I came up with anyway (though it didn't really make a difference here).That's just the badger's action, though. You still get to do something.
Hearing the woman's screams for help, Ghorums grin turns into a toothy smile. "Ruin my fun? Take that, my sweet..." he says to himself.
Blinking against the bright spot in his eyes, he notices he can see better, but not quite enough. He draws out his mace, preparing to crack some skulls when the oportunity presents itself.
The attacking thugs ignore him, however. The one who managed to avoid both Makoa’s attack and Hezekiah’s spell points toward the half-orc and calls to his friend, “You take care of this one – I’ll handle the fancyboy!” before turning his attention full on Hezekiah. They adjust positions to maintain the pressure on the barbarian while allowing an attack against the cyphermage as well . Their saps whirl again, and again they find their targets, sending Makoa crashing to the ground and battering Hezekiah .
Over by Jagor and the wizard, the thug there apparently decides that the newly-arrived guard is a problem, and jumps onto a nearby craps table, and from there to a roulette table, before dropping down to the ground again behind the newcomer and swinging at him with his sap – but impressive jumps apparently do not mean accurate strikes, as his weapon actually catches on the roulette table and nearly tears itself from his hand.
Round 4 Initiatives:
Clifford looks at both fights . Shooting a shortbow in a crowded room seems like a bad idea to him so he draws his shortsword and move to Q20 trying to be inconspicious
Stealth 19
Earth Breaker Attack (1d20+7=25)
EarthBreaker Damage (2d6 9=19)
Makoa swings at the foe in I24.