Audric's ray of frost strikes one of the golden "infernal" decorations on the wall, and Thuvalia spins to find the source of the icy blast. "Angvar! Hurry up!" She sounds worried.
The thug standing before Amano swings his mace, trying to knock the tiefling to the floor, but his low attack is deflected by the warlord's chainmail. The thug then steps back, giving ground, and looking for a clear path of escape. This step, however, puts him directly behind Lyan, who is distracted by this new threat. The other thug, standing on the opposite side of Lyan, growls, "Time to die, elf," and takes a mighty swing. This, too, misses the mark.
Lyan lashes out at the mage with the spectral thorns again, missing this time. Marking the thugs flanking him, Lyan takes another mighty swing, this one dragging the mage down the stairs and injuring him severely while shifting for a more advantageous position.
Audric then moves down to try to intercept the people.
Lyan's warhammer lashes out once more, thudding into Angvar and pulling him away from the shrunken chest across the podium. Blood leaks from Angvar's mouth, and he seems enraged by Lyan's interference.
Amano steps forward, his scimitar flashing, and presses his advantage against the retreating thug. He can see a flash of panic in the thug's eyes as the realization that he might not survive this fight sets in.
Angvar, enraged by his wounds, steps away from Lyan's warhammer and holds out his left hand. Bolts of white lightning leap from his fingertips, spraying outward, seeking Amano, Lyan, and Audric. Audric is the only one of the three unable to dodge the crackling bolts, and he feels his muscles contract as electricity leaps about his body . After flinging lightning at you, Angvar bends down and grabs the shrunken chest that sits at his feet.
Triss, bleeding badly from her head, tries to concentrate on the reminder of the battle. Agitated at both mage and halfling, she mutters a couple of words, and a large ball of fire appears between Angvar and Thuvalia. With a sign from Triss, the ball lunges towards Angvar and ignites him. Wincing from her pain, Triss lets herself a small grin.
Atk Vs. Mage (Vs. Ref);Damage;Aura damage (1d20+4=24, 2d6+4=10, 1d4+4=8)
Triss feels inspired to keep fighting by Amano's commanding presence. She forces her mind to clear, ignoring the pains in her head and site, and stands up straight again.
Shae takes a small step backwards and another glowing lance comes from the heaven's towards a thug.
Triss ball of fire explodes into being between the mage and the halfling, scorching both, although Angvar seems to take the brunt of the attack. The carpeting and podium also suffer some cosmetic damage.
As Shaeryyn's attack from the heavens misses its mark, Thuvalia curses at the her smoking hair and armor, fires a volley of sling stones in the general direction of Audric, Lyan, and Amano, and scampers towards the main door. "Come on, Angvar!" she pants, desperately looking to escape.
Audric calls upon otherworldly forces, and a ray of magical energy springs from his hand, streaking toward the halfling 1d20+4=22, 1d10+4=13, and knocking her to the ground with a cry and a crash. She lies there, immobile. Angvar cries out, "Thuvalia! No!"
The thugs take the collapse of the halfling as their cue that things have officially failed to work out, but each takes a swing at Lyan before retreating. Both manage to land solid blows: and then move away from Lyan, looking for paths of escape.
After the devastating blows, Lyan takes a moment to recover his wits, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs.
Seeing Lyan wounded, Amano exhorts him to: "Never give up!"
Amano then slashes at his opponent.
Seeing Lyan wounded, Amano exhorts him to: "Never give up!"
Amano then slashes at his opponent.
Amano's scimitar slashes across the arm of the thug standing before him, adding another wound to his already torn and bloody leathers. Seeming on the verge of collapse, the bandit desperately seems to be trying to retreat, waving his mace ineffectually.
Angvar the mage, carrying the shrunken gold chest, makes a move to step around the large sphere of fire blazing near him on the podium, the overwhelming heat is too much for him, and he collapses to the ground with a groan.
Smiling as both leaders of her enemies fell unconcious from her magic, Triss concentrates and commands the flaming sphere to move towards one of the remaining thugs, trying to ignite him as well.
Flaming sphere vs. Ref.;Damage;Aura Damage (1d20+4=13, 2d6+4=13, 1d4+4=6)
A thug finds himself staring a giant ball of fire in the face, but he manages to avoid the tongue of flame that shoots from its side directly toward him. He will almost certainly feel the effects of the tremendous heat the sphere gives off.
Triss, GM:
Shae holds back, not wanting to get close to the thugs now that she is clear of them.
Shae holds back, not wanting to get close to the thugs now that she is clear of them.
Audric fires another bolt of force at the thug.
Audric's blast of magical energy strikes the thug, and he screams as bones crack under the onslaught of eldritch power . Seeing that the caper is a failure, the wounded thug steps away from Amano's flashing scimitar and then hustles to the doors, trying to escape . The other thug is overcome by the heat of the flaming ball of fire and falls to the ground, his hair and clothes smoldering.
Seemingly unconcerned about the fleeing thug, Lyan starts checking the fallen bodies of the antagonists to see whom might still live.
Triss, GM:
Seemingly unconcerned about the fleeing thug, Lyan starts checking the fallen bodies of the antagonists to see whom might still live.
All of the would-be thieves are still alive, merely unconscious. Angvar the Mage, though, is unlikely to survive his continued to exposure to the giant ball of fire that is sitting near him on the podium.
Realizing the danger to their captive on inspecting the mage, Lyan barks, "Move that thing away!"
With most of the thugs either incapacitated or fleeing, Amano deems it prudent to consolidate today's gains and leave the fleeing thugs for tomorrow. But he remains vigilant.
Triss quickly realizes Lyan's advice about keeping the mage alive for questioning. Looking at the other thug rushing away, she commands her sphere to try and hit him instead.
Flaming Sphere;Damage;Aura Damage (1d20+4=13, 2d6+4=10, 1d4+4=6)
The ball of fire rolls after the fleeing thug, and his skin begins to blister from its heat.
Shae can see that Lyan looks to be hurt and calls down the blessing of her goddess on him.
The thug his skin crackling from the heat of the fireball, throws open the main door to the gambling hall and flees into the night. Based on the severity of his wounds, you don't expect to see him again anytime soon.
Triss quickly moves towards the halfling and mage, kicking both their weapons out of reach. She then kneels down next to the mage and checks his pockets for anything special he could use in order to escape, such as the blinding item he used earlier. She also tries to find anything that would help her find out what did this gang do here.
Triss quickly moves towards the halfling and mage, kicking both their weapons out of reach. She then kneels down next to the mage and checks his pockets for anything special he could use in order to escape, such as the blinding item he used earlier. She also tries to find anything that would help her find out what did this gang do here.
Angvar's gnarled wooden staff lies near his outstretched hand, blackened from magical fire. Triss kicks away the burnt and useless thing, kneels, pushes aside his cloak, and rifles his pouches ...
Triss:
There are still many patrons in the gambling hall, hiding behind the various tables and bars or lying on the floor, trying to clear their eyes from the dancing white spots that blinded them. Now that quiet has descended on the room, you can hear some of them sobbing and others starting to grumble about losing their money in the ruckus.
Although there are several Gold Goblin employees among the bystanders, no one immediately steps forward to take command of the scene.
After taking a few moments to collect herself and to make sure her dress is in decent shape, Shae starts to circulate through the crowd tending to whatever minor injuries there might be with non magical means.
Amano flicks the blood from his blade and sheathes it. He looks at the chaos that is the Golden Goblin and shakes his head. "Damn paperwork," he mutters to himself.
"Alright, where's the boss of this place?!"
Shaeryyn is able to find many patrons who are in need of some medical help, and they gratefully allow her to minister to their bruises and burns, although they grumble about "'Smodeus-damned wizards, throwin' around fire 'n thunder, nevermind who's standin' about."
Those who are unhurt, though, echo Amano's question and begin demanding someone to replace their winnings. In a matter of seconds, the scene has devolved into chaos as bickering and enraged guests loudly demand refunds as they attempt to cash in their chips.
A harried dwarf, who, based on the soot on his clothes and the smoke rising from the end of his dark, bushy beard, was a bit too close to some of the pyrotechnics during the battle, quickly climbs atop the central podium, looking at Triss and the unconscious body of Angvar the mage. "Quick, m'lass. Give ta me the wee chest, so's I can lock it up afore this crowd a' deginnerits gits any bright ideas!" He holds out his hand expectantly. "Dinna' worry, m'lass, I'm Larur Feldin, th' floor manniger."
Triss:
DM
Triss stands up and confronts the dwarf. "I think the chest would be safer with me, at least until some official arrives here and makes the arrangements so that I and these brave patrons (she points towards the other PC's) get paid for their troubles. I do expect some compensation towards the gamblers as well, after all your security was so full of holes a band of orcs could have come in. Not only that, not even one of the officials or guards actually fought these thugs." Triss eyes the dwarf, hinting about her meaning.
GM:
DM
** spoiler omitted **Triss stands up and confronts the dwarf. "I think the chest would be safer with me, at least until some official arrives here and makes the arrangements so that I and these brave patrons (she points towards the other PC's) get paid for their troubles. I do expect some compensation towards the gamblers as well, after all your security was so full of holes a band of orcs could have come in. Not only that, not even one of the officials or guards actually fought these thugs." Triss eyes the dwarf, hinting about her meaning.
"Yes, but none of us shall be paid if you steal the chest. Now, shall we all *gestures to PCs* retire to the back rooms? It seems the natives are getting restless."
"Gold. Is it really such a big deal?" Triss sighs, then takes a single gold coin out of the chest and hands the chest over to the dwarf. "This is my gold piece, which I'm taking back as obviously the gambling event is over."