Jagor will move to the closest thug without invoking an attack of opportunity, preferring #1 if possible. Fighting defensively, he will attack his target, trying for nonlethal damage.
Jagor steps up to the men and delivers a solid blow to one's jaw, rocking him back and sending a few drops of blood spattering from his nose. He looks shocked and surprised by the attack's potency.
Ghorum glances up at the same time that Jagor's fist slams into the mans head.
He shakes his head, muttering "Here we go...".
He steps down off the ledge beneath the back of the bar, and grabs his mace that he kept under the bar. "Mind the bar, sweetheart", he says to the barmaid just stepping up to the bar to refill her tray. "I have some business to attend to". He moves off to join the scuffle.
As Ghorum heads toward the fight , the drunks make their moves. The one that Jagor struck has apparently discovered his courage is leaking out of his bloody nose, and he makes a run for it , but his ally steps up to where he was and slashes at Jagor, catching the half-orc in the abdomen with a vicious strike .
The other two move to attack Makoa. Both wield their shortswords with fearful effectiveness, one stabbing Makoa right through the heart and the other sinking his blade into the barbarian's stomach . To their horror, these wounds that would have easily killed most men leave Makoa still on his feet.
Hezekiah is itching to try out his new magic, but it is too intricate magic to cast in such a crowded place, so he just tries to confound one of Makoa's attackers, hoping to buy some time.
The man blinks, shaking his head, but appears to resist the magic.
As Ghorum heads toward the fight , the drunks make their moves. The one that Jagor struck has apparently discovered his courage is leaking out of his bloody nose, and he makes a run for it , but his ally steps up to where he was and slashes at Jagor, catching the half-orc in the abdomen with a vicious strike .
Attack of Opportunity vs #1 (1d20+2=10, 1d6+2=6)
Jagor's blow, weakened by his own wounds, strikes the man's jacket, but doesn't penetrate it. The drunk flees the casino at top speed.
With the stab to Makoa, he flies into a rage, pulls out his Earth Breaker "Koth", and attempts to plunge it deep into the skull of his attacker, before falling unconscious and bleeding.
Seeing Makoa falling , Clifford gulps and draw his shortswort .
His wild strike goes wildly astray He tries to retreat near Jagor ('five foot step')
Makoa's wounds have not felled him, but they seem to be affecting his strikes, as he only delivers his opponent a glancing blow, absorbed without harm by the man's armor, before collapsing in a spreading pool of blood. Clifford, not at all comfortable in combat at the best of times, launches an attack that puts himself and Makoa in more danger than his opponents.
Makoa's wounds have not felled him, but they seem to be affecting his strikes, as he only delivers his opponent a glancing blow, absorbed by the man's armor, before collapsing in a spreading pool of blood. Clifford, not at all comfortable in combat at the best of times, launches an attack that puts himself and Makoa in more danger than his opponents.
Jagor, feeling his wounds, throws caution to the wind as he tries to bring the drunk down.
Flurry of blows (1d20=1, 1d6+2=8, 1d20=3, 1d6+2=3)
Jagor, feeling his wounds, throws caution to the wind as he tries to bring the drunk down.
"MAKOA! No!" Ghorum yells as he sees the huge man fall. He runs over to him, drops his mace next to the half-orc, and begins praying.
"Lord Cailean, grant your mercy upon this lad, and restore him to health. I beseech your aid so he can bring to justice those who would bespoil this place, blessed by your greatness."
Ghorum steps up to the fallen barbarian and whispers a prayer, which seems to revive the warrior considerably .
Jagor's opponent attacks him, but underestimates the monk based on the attacks he faced, and Jagor easily avoid the blow. Hezekiah and Ghorum are not so fortunate, however; the drunk who shook off Hezekiah's spell turns on him and slashes his arm , and though Ghorum tries to raise his shield to ward off the thug standing over Makoa, he is unable to do so .
Apparently I'm not in contact with everyone so if I can I'll try to take a flanking position with Jagor
Hezekiah winces at the pain in his arm. This is getting serious fast. Stepping backwards out of harm's way he aims his magic at the thug's weapon.
Clifford's sword sinks into his opponent's leg with surprising viciousness. Hezekiah steps back to gain some room, then casts a spell on the sword that threatens him; as quick as that, the blade slips from the man's grasp and falls to the floor, hitting with a thump that is largely muffled by the thick carpeting. Against the wall, the half-elf woman with the tattoos stares in shock at the magical effect, and her eyes lock on Hezekiah's.
Filled with rage, Makoa grips his earth breaker and stands up. He takes a swing at the man who stabbed him in the chest.
Earth Breaker (1d20+7=17, 2d6+9=17)
Jagor will continue his flailing attack , but will incorporate some caution into the seemingly wild blows.
Unarmed strikes for nonlethal damage (1d20-2=4, 1d6+2=5, 1d20-2=18, 1d6+2=5)
"Bastard!" shouts Ghorum as he grabs his mace and swings at his assailant.
Makoa raises to his feet and takes up his earthbreaker once again. Although his assailant sees an opening and lunges for it, the attack goes wide - and the man pays for his failure with his life, as Makoa delivers a strike of astonishing finality. Jagor launches a series of blows against his opponent, and although the first is not effective, the second lays the man low, sending him bonelessly to the floor in a bruised and bleeding heap. Ghorum sees the remaining man's sword drop to the floor and decides that it represents an opportunity, but nothing comes of it.
Either too drunk or too angry to realize his sudden danger, the remaining thug curses at his fallen sword, and at Hezeziah, then lashes out with a kick of surprising effectiveness, nearly shattering a kneecap .
Hezekiah staggers backwards and desperately mutters an incantation, anything to keep the murderous villain at bay.
Though Hezekiah's earlier use of the daze hex had been ineffective, this one seems to take hold of the man, as his expression changes to one of confusion and bewilderment, and he shakes his head several times as if trying to clear it.
Jagor, seeing the last drunk fall, sits heavily on the one he knocked out. He reaches down and takes the short sword from where it had fallen, but only to keep the man from waking up and using it on someone. He looks a bit pale and there's a fair amount of blood on his fine new clothes.
To himself, "Jagor new clothes not new anymore."
Hezekiah is feeling a little dizzy. He walks over to the tattooed lady (a little unsteadily) and tries to smile. "You alright, miss?"
Clifford turns back quickly to the crowd bows with a flourish and exclaims
"The Golden Goblin , Gentles ! Always the place for some excitment !
For those who need some cordial atfer this , may I suggest our own bartender-cleric here ' .
He whispers
'Makoa , Jagor , Take the corpses and put them in another room'
Makoa does not actually kill the man, but since he lays, bleeding out his life, on the carpet, the difference is pretty academic .
The tattooed woman waves Hezekiah's question away, almost impatiently. "No, no, I'm fine." She leans toward him, eyes wide. "Are you," she whispers, "a wizard?"
As Clifford makes his speech, the surrounding crowd watches in a sort of stunned amazement, though some do take him up on his suggestion and move toward the bar. Though several of the group are dangerously wounded, and only Clifford has suffered no hurt at all, a mixture of fear and respect seems to be the onlookers' general attitude toward you all.
Perhaps it is that attitude that provokes Saul's response. Appearing from the cash room, he takes a quick moment to ascertain that all of you are well, then leaps up onto the dais and addresses the crowd.
"Yes, folks, the Goblin is a place of excitement - but this kind of excitement is not going to happen again, not here! These five men," and he stops and waves his hand at you, "are the warriors you've heard of, who stopped a group of thieves from robbing this casino last week; you've seen for yourselves what they're capable of tonight! They're my new partners, and they'll be providing security for the Gold Goblin, as well helping to run it! Starting tonight, Makoa the Half-Orc, our new chief of security, will be enforcing a no-weapons policy in the casino - that massive hammer of his will be the only one allowed on the floor! From now on, the Gold Goblin will be a place for fun, excitement and the best gambling and drinks in Riddleport - but for violence, you'll have to go downstairs to our arena, because the casino will also be the safest in Riddleport as well!"
Saul pauses, and his eyes narrow slightly. "And for those of you who are here tonight as the eyes and ears of the criminal powers of this town, you go back and tell your bosses what you've seen tonight. Make sure they know what our new team is capable of, and tell them we will not be bullied!" And with that, he hops down, approaching you once again. "Brother Ghorum," he says, "can you get Makoa back at 100% so he can begin collecting weapons? Makoa, will you tell your men to start getting them from the customers, and asking for them at the door? We'll bring in a cabinet tomorrow; for tonight, we can keep them in the cashier's cage."
The tattooed woman waves Hezekiah's question away, almost impatiently. "No, no, I'm fine." She leans toward him, eyes wide. "Are you," she whispers, "a wizard?"
"As a matter of fact, I am. With whom do I have the honor - and pleasure - to converse?"
Makoa signals to the guards to start collecting weapons, and proceeds to let Gorum do whatever he does to make Makoa 100%.
Makoa signals to the guards to start collecting weapons, and proceeds to let Gorum do whatever he does to make Makoa 100%.
Ghorum slides the haft of his mace into his belt, and walks over to the hulking half-orc.
"Easy, lad. Lets have a look at you...". He scans the man carefully, then smiles broadly. "Bah...scratches, nothing more".
With that, Ghorum places his hand on the half-orcs forehead, and bows his head, muttering a prayer.
Jagor remains sitting on the prone man, watching Clifford and then Saul speaking to the customers. He perks up when Ghorum applies a blessing to the barbarian.
Hezekiah also edges closer while trying to keep in eye contact with his new acquaintance.
The tattooed woman waves Hezekiah's question away, almost impatiently. "No, no, I'm fine." She leans toward him, eyes wide. "Are you," she whispers, "a wizard?""As a matter of fact, I am. With whom do I have the honor - and pleasure - to converse?"
Looking somewhat surprised at having the conversation turned back on herself, even to this degree, the woman blinks for a moment before replying, "Oh! Um... I'm, uh, I'm Samaritha Beldusk. I'm a transmuter, a graduate of the Academae in Korvosa." She looks down for a second, then says, "Though things are a little... difficult... at the moment." She looks up again, then waves the turn of the conversation away, using the same motion as before. "Are you a cyphermage, by chance?"
Looking somewhat surprised at having the conversation turned back on herself, even to this degree, the woman blinks for a moment before replying, "Oh! Um... I'm, uh, I'm Samaritha Beldusk. I'm a transmuter, a graduate of the Academae in Korvosa." She looks down for a second, then says, "Though things are a little... difficult... at the moment." She looks up again, then waves the turn of the conversation away, using the same motion as before. "Are you a cyphermage, by chance?"
"Why, yes indeed I am. Could I be of assistance to you in any way?"
"Why, yes indeed I am. Could I be of assistance to you in any way?"
Samaritha's eyes light up as she answers, "Are you, perhaps, taking apprentices or offering sponsorships right now?"
Elsewhere, Makoa's men behind circling among the patrons, collecting weaponry, and Saul sends Larur to get the gendarmes, claiming quite loudly to have the men brought up on charges of attempted murder.
"Why, yes indeed I am. Could I be of assistance to you in any way?"Samaritha's eyes light up as she answers, "Are you, perhaps, taking apprentices or offering sponsorships right now?"
Elsewhere, Makoa's men behind circling among the patrons, collecting weaponry, and Saul sends Larur to get the gendarmes, claiming quite loudly to have the men brought up on charges of attempted murder.
Jagor has not moved from his seat on the fallen drunk, but his wound is no longer bleeding like it had been. He's listening to the conversation between the two wizards. At the woman's question, he looks at Hezekiah, nodding his head as though to say, "Yes, are you?"
After the attention is no longer on him due to Saul speech and after waiting a little time , Clifford will check the thugs belongings
He will try not to be discreet doing so :
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"Why, yes indeed I am. Could I be of assistance to you in any way?"Samaritha's eyes light up as she answers, "Are you, perhaps, taking apprentices or offering sponsorships right now?"
"Er... well, I guess something could be arranged. I don't take apprentices as such, but I'd be happy to help any way I could to further your study of the magical arts."
Samaritha looks slightly disappointed at the idea of not being Hezekiah's apprentice, but perks up again at his offer of assistance in some other capacity.
She continues, "I only took this waitress job to help with the bills; I actually did quite well in my-"
Abruptly, the entire room is filled with crackling sparks of blue-white electricity, leaping between every piece of metal in the room. It snaps and pops under CLifford's fingers as he rifles through the drunks' goods; it crackles around Makoa's weapons and those he is collecting from the patrons; it skitters across Ghorum's armor and shield as he moves among the party, tending to their wounds.
After just a moment, the electricity vanishes, but the effects linger - all the metal in the room seems magnetized, as the piles of weapons suddenly pull toward one another, the roulette wheels' balls cling to the tall spikes in the center of the wheels, and Ghorum's mace strains toward his shield.
Saul rushes toward you as the crowd looks around in bewilderment, the magnetic effects still clinging to everything around them. "What in the depths of the Abyss was that?" he asks.
Saul rushes toward you as the crowd looks around in bewilderment, the magnetic effects still clinging to everything around them. "What in the depths of the Abyss was that?" he asks.
Jagor's eyes are as big as saucers as he tries to look everywhere at once. His gaze finally settles on the only magic-man he knows: Hezekiah.
Makoa, taken aback by what just happened, takes a cue from Jagor, and looks to Hezekiah. "What happen?"
Clifford ,while pocketing some money (5 Gp seems about right ), looks rather at the crowd trying to detect the culprit there
Hezekiah is fascinated. "That wasn't me. I'm not sure what it was."
Sam frowns, looking around, wide-eyed. "I don't think it was a spell..." she says distractedly.
Clifford sees no one in the crowd who shows any signs of having had any part in the phenomenon - all the patrons and croupiers seem to be equally confused and uncertain.
After a few minutes, as quickly as it came, the effect seems to end. The roulette balls clatter back down, the weapons fall into individual pieces again, the servingware separates without any additional fuss. When Larur returns with the gendarmes a short while later, he tells you and Saul (slightly wide-eyed himself) that whatever-it-was seems to have been city-wide, and the whole town is as confused and on edge as the inhabitants of the Gold Goblin.
Nevertheless, the gendarmes take the drunks into custody, only a little less efficiently than they might have otherwise, and slowly, the games and conversation around the casino start back up again.
DM Shisumo:
Yes Indeed , I 've got places to go !
First , I'll wait for Hezekiah to stop chatting up the help (joke:) and then address her
'Hello , miss . I know you are still a bit shocked but I would like some information. Just for security reasons you understand . Were these ruffians in your section ? '
To make a long story short , people like these drunks should have been indicated to Makoa as potential sources of problems long before actual trouble began . Clifford is trying to determine where something went wrong to hopefully right it
For the DM , Makoa and Jagor
just for information , would we know what gangs would ask for protection money from us ?