As suddenly as it begins, the rain of rocks ends. A few seconds later the mystery rocks evaporate into thin air.
As suddenly as it begins, the rain of rocks ends. A few seconds later the mystery rocks evaporate into thin air.
Uathach looks a bit surprised, then wonders where the rocks all went, were they real at all?
"By Iomedae's sword, how bizarre."
"Huh, thats odd all that racket stopped." Bron says as he walks over to a window looking outside. His eyes widen with disbelief and he saya " What the? Well thats wierd, stones are gone. Oh well, hope no one got injured"
When the shower stops, Caladan heads out into the street, looking up into the sky. Finding a clear view, he studies the blot intently, looking for any change from yesterday. Having stared for several minutes at the dark stain, he turns his attention to the rest of the sky, keeping his eye out for anything else unusual.
Sight based perception check if required - (1d20+11=25)
Despite the strangeness of the morning, Riddleport soon reverts to it's ordinary routine. You easily manage to fill the needed positions and reopen that night. Despite the troubles yesterday, you still manage to pull in a good crowd.
Silme, Branth, Raoh, Caladan notice a couple of sailor types raising a ruckus near the cashier's booth.
While the others notice the sailors, Uathach seems lost in thought, perhaps he's thinking of the disappearing black rocks...
"What seems to the problem", Raoh moves up to the sailors.
"We want our money back," the apparent leader says angerly. "We came for the tournament and didn't cash out after the robbery. Now they tell us we can't get our money."
"I can see your problem. Can any of you prove you were enter in the tournament, perhaps a Devil's Mark?" Raoh looks among the sailors.
"If you'll hand over chips I'll check with Mr. Vancaskerkin and see about cashing you out. But you need to understand that may not happen. You should have cashed in after the robbery. And we can't be giving money to everyone who comes in claiming they were here."
Uathach wanders around some more, looking for trouble, with a capital EVIL.
"Gentlemen..."
Seeing that Raoh seems to have things in hand, Caladan continues scanning the room from the rafters in case these grumblings are a distraction from some other scam. He remains ready to assist however, in case trouble should break out.
Perception to notice Roah and the sailors (1d20+4=14)
If Bron notices whats happening with Roah and the sailors he moves to an area to where a retreat from the sailors would be difficult. If he doesn't then he continues to walk around keeping an eye out for any thing suspicious or out of the ordinary Perception for anything else suspicious (1d20+4=17)
"I can see your problem. Can any of you prove you were enter in the tournament, perhaps a Devil's Mark?" Raoh looks among the sailors.
"If you'll hand over chips I'll check with Mr. Vancaskerkin and see about cashing you out. But you need to understand that may not happen. You should have cashed in after the robbery. And we can't be giving money to everyone who comes in claiming they were here."
"You tell Saul that if we don't get what we want, he'll be short another hand," the leader says while putting his hand on his sword.
Uathach will ready his shield and draw his blade...
he then loudly says "Don't draw unless you're ready for Iomedae's judgement"
"I don't take well to threats, and I'm sure Saul does not aswell" Raoh stares confidently at the sailors.
"Now if you want to behave yourselves and wait I'll see if we can't relsove your problem. But if all you want is to threaten the staff, my friends and I will have to ask you to leave." Roah nods in Uathach's direction.
Branth has been watching the interaction from her post at the door. As she notices the discussion heating up, she casually walks towards the group and situates herself between Raoh and Uathach. "What's happenin' here?" she asks, standing solidly with her arms folded across her chest.
"If that's the way you want it, fine," the leader says as he throws his pouch on the floor and starts to walk off. Then he spins around, slashing at Raoh with his sword, but missing.
"See I thought we could handle this in a calm civilized manner" Raoh dodges the blow and steps back. Uncoiling his blade.
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"I going to ask you and your friends to leave. If you continue this things may get ugly"
Bron sees who appears to be the leader draw and swing his weapon at Roah. Bron gives a crooked smile and mutters to himself " Well now this is shaping up to be an intresting first day of work... Already get to have some fun" while unsheathing a shortsword for his main hand and a dagger for his off hand he moves to the west.
With weapons in hand Bron waits and readies his throw holding to see if the sailors retreat
Caladan remains in the rafters, nocking an arrow and drawing a bead on one of the thugs.
MAP link was broken. This one should work.
WWID? (what would Iomedae do?)
Uathach draws his blade and will attempt to disarm the lead fool. Slashing his blade downward onto the hilt of his opponent.
CMB: 1d20+3=13, he fails miserably at the attempt.
Square K11...apologies, not used to using the grid yet.
Anyway, Silme will draw his Starfire and advance on the nearest bad guy during his turn.
Branth quickly pulls the greataxe from her back and feints forward towards the lead sailor, crowding him with her massive bulk and yelling at him. "Now that was extremely rude and extremely stupid!! I'd suggest that you apologize for your mistake, take your chips, and go home!!" She pushes forward, adding through clenched teeth, "The last person who received the business end of my axe lay lifeless in a pool of blood just last night, not far from where you are standing right now."
With a flick of the wrist, Raoh disarms the leading sailor. That, and the sight of the angry half-orc, causes the other sailors to move their hands away from their swords. "Look, we only want what is rightfully ours," the leader says. "Surely you understand that."
"Riddleport or not, drawing steel is not usually the best way to resolve your problems. How much money were you supposed to have lost by chance?"
"I understand. And as I said I'll help as much as I can. You drawing didn't help matters any. So let's do this, your men and your sword can wait outside. You stay here, and I'll take your chips to see about being cashed in."
"I'd say the swords can stay here...we wouldn't want them rushing back in to cause more trouble...in fact I'll stay outside with you and read some of the Acts of Iomedae to you."
"I'd say the swords can stay here...we wouldn't want them rushing back in to cause more trouble...in fact I'll stay outside with you and read some of the Acts of Iomedae to you."
"That's quite a punishment," Branth mumbles under her breath, as she confiscates the weapons from the sailors being escorted outside by Uathach.
"I'll keep watch over this one here," she says to Raoh, indicating the leader.
As Roah talks to Saul, the man frowns. "Cash them out at half value," he says. "I don't want people thinking they can extort us at sword point, but I'd like this situation to go away as well."
"I'd say the swords can stay here...we wouldn't want them rushing back in to cause more trouble...in fact I'll stay outside with you and read some of the Acts of Iomedae to you.""That's quite a punishment," Branth mumbles under her breath, as she confiscates the weapons from the sailors being escorted outside by Uathach.
"I'll keep watch over this one here," she says to Raoh, indicating the leader.
Perception:1d20=17 +3 sound=20
"I heard that Branth...care to join us? Or shall we discuss it in the common area of our rooms this eve?"
Sheathing his weapons, bron listens to what Uathach says to the sailors and Bron mutters to himself "Hehe wouldnt want to be those guys, never but much into religion" with that Bron returns to his task at hand seeing that his companions have everything under control.
Perception:1d20=17 +3 sound=20
"I heard that Branth...care to join us? Or shall we discuss it in the common area of our rooms this eve?"
"What? No, I've got to stay here and watch over this punk," replies Branth, indicating the lead sailor by patting him patronizingly on the shoulder.
She beams a grotesque smile over to Uatach, the smile plainly forced. "You wanna talk about religion tonight, I'd suggest goin' over to Raoh's place. I seen his soul, and it is dirty. Mine however, gets washed every now and again."
Returning with a sack of cashed in chips, albeit at half the price, Raoh hands the sack over to sailors leader.
"This all Saul was willing to part with. If you wouldn't have caused that scene earlier he may have cashed it for full value. I do apologize for my part in it. Perhaps if we had handled the situation more gently."
The sailors leave, not pleased with the outcome, but aware that they can't change it. As they leave, one of the greeters comes up and tells you Saul would like you to meet him at the center podium. Other staff goes around a conveys the same message to the rest of the group. Once everyone is together, Saul jumps up on the podium. "Ladies and gentlemen. I would like to introduce you to my new partners, the heroes of Riddleport," He says. "I am also announcing that starting tomorrow, the Gold Goblin is enforcing a strict 'no weapon' policy. Tonight, enjoy yourselves and forget your troubles, drinks are on the house." Leaning over, Saul whispers to you, "Of course the no weapons policy doesn't apply to employees and staff."
Branth nods. "Course it doesn't. That would be silly. It would make enforcing the no-weapons policy a little more difficult, wouldn't it?" After a second, she adds with an air of pride, "I could still do it, mind you... but Raoh over there might have a hard time without his special friend the coily blade." She grins at Raoh, clearly satisfied with herself for having gotten in two digs at her friend in such a short period of time.
"Yes, odd weapon that...slightly dishonorable...like a slave master's whip"
"Heh, your just upset over the last time you tried to handle it Branth. Getting the blade coiled around feet like that and tripping in the 'drink'." A broad grin quickly appears and disappears as Uathach speaks.
"We haven't been properly introduced, I am Raoh. I'm sure you've already gotten to know my friend Branth. And who might you be "Mr. Holier-than-though?"
"Hey Big B" Brons says turning to Branth "how goes it? Ah this must be the friend you mentioned earlier. The names Bron" Bron says as he introduces himself to Roah and Uathach having not formally met them yet.
"I happen to think that's a wicked blade and you are quite an expert" Bron comments turning to Raoh and with a twinkle in his eye and in a joking manner he adds " I just think our friend here is jealous" pointing to Uathach. "Haha just kidding my friend" Bron adds quickly with a smile.
"Ah, yes...I am holier than thou...indeed, for I am descended from the celestials themselves. I am Uathach, loyal paladin in service to the church of Iomedae out of Mendev. I'm here on a mission to root out demons...At your service."