" So how about those coins" Bron says to Roah. After collecting his share and the plan of action for the following day, Bron says with a yawn "Well guys Im going to retire for the evening." He then turns and makes his way to his room and places his newly acquired gold in with the rest of his money and hides it in various places on his persons and heads to bed
"Yes the coins", Raoh feels uncomfortable about the Cheggs coins.
Taking a moment Raoh calls the Branth and the others together, "Before the snake incident, Chegg slipped me this bag of coins. Said it was for us, with his compliments."
He takes a moment and lays the bag on the table. "Personally I'd wouldn't have a problem with this. But with recent events I don't think it's a wise decision to take the coins for ourselves. I know a few of you want your share", he stares at Bron, "No offense, but I think we should find out what's going on before we take this."
"Now if you don't feel the same than please take your share. If not and you don't feel I'm trustworthy enough with the coins, I recommend Uta hold them till than" Raoh kicks himself as he recommends the holyman.
"Other than that I say we get some sleep and get this cargo outof the way in the morning."
A quick flash of disappointment cross Bron's face but for a moment before it fades to his usual cool smile " Well I trust ya Roah, at least enough to hold the bag, but if you want to have the holy man" Bron stole Roah's name for Uathach " to hold on to them I'm all for that too."
Branth doesn't seem to care much either way about the gold, as she remains silent through that exchange.
If Saul is around, she will ask him, "Ay, Saul, what time are we closin' up tonight?"
"Hold it, if Clegg wants to strike at Saul, he could also strike against his agents, perhaps the coins are poisoned."
"Hold it, if Clegg wants to strike at Saul, he could also strike against his agents, perhaps the coins are poisoned."
Branth raises her eyebrows and grins. "Smart thinkin', godling!" Following his line of thought, she adds, "Maybe their not coins at all, but coin-shaped monsters!"
"Yes, much easier to turn monsters into coins, rather than coat them in poison..."
"I am not a godling, I am a servant...and messenger..."
"Well, since we seem to be short customers because of the snake thing," Saul says indicating the nearly empty club, "we might as well call it a night. I need you at your best in the morning."
The morning comes and the lack of any strange events is almost strange in and of itself. As the group of you mee and arrive at the dock, you see a wagon already off loading the cargo from the ship Saul told you to find.
"Put your backs into, you swine," yells a man in the garb of the Korvosa city guard. "The boss will have your hides if Vankaskerkin gets his cargo."
Breaking away from the rest of the group and hanging back from the ship as it is unloaded, Caladan moves into a position where he can hopefully get a clear shot at the hijackers. Expecting Raoh or Uathach to intercede at the dock, Caladan restrains himself from drawing his bow immediately, not wanting to provoke anything violent if he can help it, however he stands ready to assist if negotiations turn sour.
"HO THERE!, what cargo is that? Is that the cargo meant for Saul of the Golden Goblin?" Uathach says in his most cheerful non-threatening voice...Diplomacy 1d20+7=21
After waking late Raoh arrives "Morning all, so where's this cargo at"
As the group heads to get the shipment for Saul, Bron asks " Anyone else notice that no strange happenings this morn?"
"HO THERE!, what cargo is that? Is that the cargo meant for Saul of the Golden Goblin?" Uathach says in his most cheerful non-threatening voice...Diplomacy 1d20+7=21
"Not any more," says the guardsman. "Why don't you lot just take off so nobody has to get hurt."
"Corrupt City Guard, in Korvosa why am I not surprised?, If indeed you are a City Guard..." Uathach says as he readies his shield. "So you admit, that is Saul's merchandise?" Look around for witnesses, to corroborate the theft.
Noticing that Uathach is donning his shield, Bron says sarcastically to himself "Yet another dull day here at the employ of Saul" as he slips to the back of the group and stealthily draws a pair of daggers. He immediately begins to assess his surroundings and looks for any way to gain leverage should combat ensue
Sleight of Hand (1d20+8=23)Stealth (1d20+8=27)Perception (1d20+4=15)
"Come now I'm sure we can settle this without pummeling each other. It would be in your and our best interests to just hand over the cargo. My friends here" Raoh points to Branth and Uta, "really have itchy sword hands and I would like to go one day without seeing someone get hurt."
"Look, I'd rather not shed your blood until I have had an ale," the guardsman says. "It makes me cranky. But I'm willing to oblige you if you're so eager to die." He draws his sword as the grunts loading the wagon also draw weapons.
"Look, I'd rather not shed your blood until I have had an ale," the guardsman says. "It makes me cranky. But I'm willing to oblige you if you're so eager to die." He draws his sword as the grunts loading the wagon also draw weapons.
Tactical evaluation: How many grunts? Do we currently have the high ground?
Is any one around?
Raoh shakes his head slightly "Why does it always have to be the hard way."
"Last Chance, throw down your arms, step away from Saul's merchandise, and we'll let you walk away..."
Diplomacy:1d20+7=27
"Fine, we'll do it your way then," the guardman says. He lunges forward and slashes at Uathach, strikeing him squarely in the chest. 1d8+4=7
"Fine, we'll do it your way then," the guardman says. He lunges forward and slashes at Uathach, strikeing him squarely in the chest. 1d8+4=7
17, first one in my profile (I rolled up 20 of them.)
Silme's Initiative:
Yeah, put me at the bottom of the gang plank, I wouldn't have gone up it to get right next to them, that would have been too aggressive.
Raoh quickly moves behind Uta and snakes his blade toward his target ().
Gripping both daggers, Bron launches the pair at G1Dagger 1 (1d20+2=6) Cursing that his first one missed its target, Bron watches silently hoping the second one hits its markDagger 2 (1d20+2=14)
Damage for Dagger 2 (1d4+1=2)
Uathach will attempt to bull rush the Guard into the water.
Nobody manages to hit, including the three thugs, until Uathach slams into the guardsman and knocks him into the water. The guardsman begins to claw at his armor, struggling to get it off as it drags hime beneath the surface. A dark shadow passes below Uathach and suddenly the water turns bloody red.
Cursing at the loss of his daggers, Bron unshoulders his bow and knocks an arrow and fires it at T2
Range Attack (1d20+4=22)Damage (1d8=6)
"Dear Iomedae, what have I wrought?" Uathach stares into the bloodied water (reset initiative to 20 while I stare into the water.)