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"Ah - let me not mislead you! Not champagne at all! Cider of a sparkling and frothy vintage. So much better!"** spoiler omitted **
"Bah, cider! We want something stronger!"
The bear shakes its massive head again, "We should leave, before Bad Things happen." The satyrs just laugh at him.
The satyrs have begun to cluster around the women.
Outside, the innkeeper seems to have a calculating look, but does not complain further.
Catriana answers : "Of course, some music for these fine friends !" and starts playing her harp in a fast-paced simple tune. Moving back to the entrance, Catriana calls the satyrs the the bear to follow her, in Elvish: "Come, my friends, let us go picnic outside in the forest, where satyrs and bears and elves belong !".
If Catriana feels they would follow her, she leads them outside.
If they would lead the way theirselves, she'll follow.
If they don't want to leave yet, Catriana will stay next to the entrance.
Catriana answers : "Of course, some music for these fine friends !" and starts playing her harp in a fast-paced simple tune. Moving back to the entrance, Catriana calls the satyrs the the bear to follow her, in Elvish: "Come, my friends, let us go picnic outside in the forest, where satyrs and bears and elves belong !".
If Catriana feels they would follow her, she leads them outside.
If they would lead the way theirselves, she'll follow.
If they don't want to leave yet, Catriana will stay next to the entrance.
Diplomacy (1d20+13=17)
Insight (1d20+12=22)
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Catriana answers : "Of course, some music for these fine friends !" and starts playing her harp in a fast-paced simple tune. Moving back to the entrance, Catriana calls the satyrs the the bear to follow her, in Elvish: "Come, my friends, let us go picnic outside in the forest, where satyrs and bears and elves belong !".
The satyrs each refill their mugs and have the bear take a cask. Three of the satyrs are also carrying lumpy sacks. But they do follow Catriana out the door.
The crowd hushes.
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The river, flowing north to south, makes an oxbow bending west. Twenty or so houses are nestled in the crook of the river. The Golden Knight is in the center; the Reeve's house is off a hundred yards or so to the northeast (upriver). The fields are mostly to the east and (across the ford) west. There are woods to the north and south, with the shrine at the southern end of the village.
The mill is downriver, south of town (despite what I might have said earlier), about a 10-minute walk down the track through the woods, or more like 15-20 following the bend of the river.
Bren keeps close watch on the villagers as well as the fey.
Eglantine's professional smile never leaves her face as she watches the satyrs and bear leave. Picking up a final bottle of dust covered whiskey, she follows them out the door.
Bren immediately interjects. "I'll be paying for those! But you satyrs will have to show me what you're taking."
"Look here you," Yomi tells the satyr threatening Bren, "My friend over here is trying to do you a good turn, so be cooperative. Show the man what you got."
"Damned fool fey, I'm trying to save you from being mobbed. You're free to take your loot, just show us what's inside."
"Any violence to care to make shall be repaid with interest," Yomi adds.
"Friends of both worlds, let us not disagree on a matter of social convention. Open the sacks and let the innkeep see what you have taken - for how else is he to replenish his supplies? Unlike the mighty satyrs, who need not work for a living, our human friends must do so."
Eglantine tries to keep the mood amicable.
She curtseys to the huge bear. "You and I and all your company know well that appearances and reputation may be deceptive."
All too often she and her circus kin have been accused of stealing and this is a familiar scene to her. She hopes that the bear at least will see her sincerity.
Hearing the commotion behind her, Catriana immediately stops and approaches Yomi, Bren and the satyrs. Catriana still plays her fingers on her harp. "Come friends, why should we argue about such a thing ? The inkeep should know what stocks to replenish, so all sides would benefit of viewing whatever is in those sacks". After mending the situation, Catriana leads the group south towards the mill and pool, while checking their reaction to the Forest God shrine, all the while playing music.
"Any violence to care to make shall be repaid with interest," Yomi adds.
I'll be in G15 hanging on the corner attempting to blend in with the crowd, keeping quiet as I'm not that good with people.
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Cyrus:
Eglantine:
Catriana:
Seeing the inevitable attack, Yomi sighs as he knows that the violence will never end.
Split the Sky Attack vs. Fort 1d20+8=26, Damage 2d4+6=10
Yomi raises his scythe and attacks the nearest satyr.
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Seeing the inevitable attack, Yomi sighs as he knows that the violence will never end.
Split the Sky Attack vs. Fort 1d20+8=26, Damage 2d4+6=10
Yomi raises his scythe and attacks the nearest satyr.
For Pat
Seeing the satyr fall away, Yomi moves closer to Bren, "Close ranks!"
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Yomi slams the surprised satyr back through his allies, but they are able dodge the sliding victim. It stands up and, howling with rage, charges at Yomi and stabs the cleric with his spear -8hp, heedless of leaving an opening to Bren, and succeeds with his gamble.
The second satyr shouts at Bren, "You great fool -- that axe is too big for you!," before dancing past Bren, stabbing with his spear at both Bren and Yomi. Bren, in his anger, can not adequately defend himself and receives a nasty poke. -9hp
The third satyr simply runs at Bren with his spear, barely penetrating Bren's plate armor. -4hp
The fourth yells out, "Yeah, all that armor, see how much good it does!" and charges the fighter -- but his sarcasm is proven true.
The last satyr, yelling at Redcoat to attack, swings around to get a vantage on Yomi, not realizing Cyrus is one of his opponents. He punctures more than the priest's pride -7hp
s1 spear charge vs Yomi (1d20+11=20, 1d6+3=8)
Bren OA on s1 (1d20+10=11, 1d12+5=16)
s4 taunt Bren, charge Bren, possibly with CA (1d20+8=10, 1d20+11=14, 1d6+3+1d6=14)
Minor Action : Unstoppable
I gain 11 temporary hit points (2d6+3=11)
Standard Action : Crushing Blow
I mark S3.
Against S3 I roll 19 for attack (1d20+5=19)
Add +1 from magic weapon bonus gives a total of 20.
I roll 11 (unmodified) for damage (2d12+4=11)
Add +3 from using an axe with Crushing Blow, and +1 from magic weapon bonus gives a total of 15 damage.
I use a free action to activate my axe's fear power. S3 gets -2 to all defenses until he saves.
Spend Action Point for extra Standard Action
Standard Action : Cleave
Against S4 I roll 16 for attack (1d20+4=16)
Add +1 from magic weapon bonus, and +3 from action surge feat gives a total of 20.
I roll 7 for damage (1d12+4=7)
Add +1 from magic weapon bonus gives a total of 8.
Adjacent enemy S3 gets damage of 4.
I use a free action to activate my axe's fear power. S4 gets -2 to all defenses until he saves.
To summarize, I get 11 temporary hp. I'm at 52 hp.
If I hit both satyrs, S3 gets 19 damage and -2 to defenses.
S4 gets 8 damage and -2 to defenses.
On the other hand, the fear power is daily, so you can only use it once. Still very impressive!
Catriana sighs as the situation becomes total mayhem. As the satyrs attack, she understands the fey can swarm the party due to their numbers. "Fall Back ! Form a line !" she calls to her comerades, then moves to flank the closet satyr (s2).
