Well then...
Round 1
Ormizd casts Summon Instrument to summon a small bongo drum.
Initiative:
Mario hides behind the cover Ormizd provided, desperately trying to blink away the dazzling light. Around him, most of the casino's other patrons are doing the same, though some have also dropped to the ground, following the commands of the woman with the eyepatch.
Three of the thugs move to strike at some of the casino's guards, bringing saps crashing down on their heads, causing the men to collapse in boneless heaps. A fourth strikes at Antaniel, hoping to do the same to the elf warrior. The last forces his way through the panicking crowd to get behind Tsadok, though getting there takes all of his efforts.
The woman in the eyepatch stares haughtily at the half-orc monk with her one good eye, pulling a pinch of wool from a pouch at her belt and saying, "Fsxr!" The effort of not exposing herself to Tsadok's attacks, however, seems to ruin whatever it was she was about to try. Looking annoyed, she draws a rapier and points it toward Tsadok. "No mercy, boys!" she shouts. "Heroes especially!"
Despite his success in keeping her from casting her spell, however, Tsadok's own attempts at bravado and pugilism are equally ineffective.
Hammered by the thug's sap, Antaniel staggers. "Craven coward!" he roars. "Let us see how you fare against those with eyes to strike you down!"
The man with the goatee pulls a new scroll from within his coat and begins pushing through the crowd toward the dais that contains the prize chest.
Round 2
Ormizd decides to encourage those fighting back against the robbers and starts playing an exciting fast paced percussion music.
Tippy completes his spell and a riding dog appears in a puff of magical smoke next to the chest of gold. Smiling in satisfaction Tippy points at the closest brigand near the chest and commands the summoned creature to attack.
Having seen her magical prowess, he yells "Caster by me!" to anyone listening.
Tsadok then takes a couple of fast jabs at the woman with the eyepatch (flurry of blows).
The man with the goatee pulls a new scroll from within his coat and begins pushing through the crowd toward the dais that contains the prize chest.
Lyre's spell sears the back of one of the sap-wielding attackers, who spins angrily to look for this new source of danger. His eyes fall on the gnome peeking out from under the table, and he swears a curse.
Tipello finishes his spell, and abruptly a large dog, looking like a St. Bernard with silver and gold highlights in its coat, materializes next to the chest. The goateed man with the scroll pulls up in shock, and the dog leaps for him, trying to sink its teeth into his leg. Just before its jaws make contact, however, they strike something: a shimmering disc of magical energy that flares into visibility as it blocks the dog's attack. Disappointed, the halfling readies the weapon of his goddess.
Near Mario, Ormizd begins a rapid, inspiring beat on his newly-created bongos, filling the air with encouraging rhythms. The instictive defenders of the Gold Goblin feel themselves invigorated by the beat. The woman in the eyepatch looks shocked, and though she doesn't take her attention entirely off of the monk currently threatening her, she looks quickly around for the source of the music.
Mario draws his rapier and waits for his vision to clear.
Two of the thugs move to their next blinded targets and bring their saps crashing down on their heads just as with the guards before. The one struck by Lyre's magic missile, however, pushes through the crowd and tries to attack the crouching gnome. The man sliced so deeply by Antianel's blade turns and runs, staggering through the crowd toward the door, while the thug flanking Tsadok takes advantage of the situation by trying to brain the half-orc with his sap.
The woman with the eyepatch also strikes out at Tsadok, hoping to take advantage of the distraction her ally is providing.
Tsadok is unimpressed by the martial skill of his foes, yet returns in kind. Two quick strikes later, and the woman with the eyepatch is rocking back, blood pouring out of her nose, looking shocked at her own pain.
Hearing the cry of "caster!" from one of the other patrons, Antianel turns in that direction. Seeing a half-orc warrior surrounded by the casino's attackers, he forgets the man who just fled from him and makes his way over to aid the valiant monk. He turns his wrath on the woman with the eyepatch. "Test your blade against mine, witch!" he challenges her as he swings. The attack, combined with Tsadok's strike, overwhelms her, and she collapses to the ground.
Seeing the woman with the eyepatch fall, the man with the goatee shouts, "Thuvalia!" in a horrified tone. In a burst of anger, he fixes his gaze on Antianel and, taking a step away from the riding dog, raises his hand. "Zshov zoddar!" he shouts, and a fist-full of white fire appears on his palm, fire that he hurls at Antianel and sears the elven warrior with mystic force. He then drops the scroll he had produced, and instead draws out a long, thin wand of crooked metal.
Managing to duck behind the table and avoid the sap Lyre steps back and shoots another magic missile at the thug
Damage
Managing to duck behind the table and avoid the sap Lyre steps back and shoots another magic missile at the thug
Damage
1d4 + 1
A second blast of mystic fire scorches the thug, and his eyes widen in fear. Bleeding profusely, he staggers back a step, and he peers quickly around, as if looking for escape.
Seeing Lyre's attacker looking for a place to run, Tippy is willing to let him. Seeing a greater threat in the obvious caster he wings his starknife at the goatee'd man who just cast something at the elf with the curved blade.
Seeing Lyre's attacker looking for a place to run, Tippy is willing to let him. Seeing a greater threat in the obvious caster he wings his starknife at the goatee'd man who just cast something at the elf with the curved blade.
Tippy's knife is also deflected by the same shimmering disc that blocked his summoned dog's attack.
Round 3
Ormizd continues to Inspire Courage.
He glances at Mario.
"Can you see yet?"
Mario's show of bravado draws the attention of one of the thugs, who pushes through the crowd toward him, sap raised high. He stops short of stabbing range, however, obviously looking for some kind of angle to attack. The man looming over Tippello and Lyre decides that repeated magic missiles is more than he is getting paid for, so he withdraws as well, racing for the door. Seeing the knot of resistance forming around the fallen woman with the eyepatch, the last remaining thug moves to try to attack Antianel again, and he and his companion assault the elf and the half-orc respectively.
"Stand down!" Tsadok yells as he strikes out, beginning to sound angry, perhaps a bit desperate as he feels the pain of the sap in his neck.
Tsadok's opponent ducks and weaves past his blows, and he can't quite manage to land a solid hit.
Antianel spins toward the thug who just attacked him. "Learned you nothing from the witch's fate?" he demands, bringing the blade around in a wet, red arc.
Another thug falls to Antianel's exotic blade, but the thief's place is immediately taken by the spellcaster with the goatee, his face still a mask of rage as he swipes at Antianel with the wand he now carries. A massive spark jumps from the wand tip to the metal studs on Antianel's armor, and he jerks in pain.
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Round 4
Mario grins as the thug approaches.
"Ah! A new player enters the game eh? You know it's... Dealers Choice!"
(Standard act) Mario kicks a convenient stack of coins and/or chips and or cards into the face of the thug facing him, intending to blind him.
Touch attack:
(Move act) Mario then somersaults forward off the table to engage the thug.
Acrobatics:
Tippy moves from beneath the table seeing Lyre will probably be safe there and heads towards the downed woman with the eyepatch with the intention to stabilize her. On the way he puts forth his hand and a wave of energy flashes from him in a burst of pleasant thoughts of butterflys and flowery meadows.
Lyre peeking up from the table once again begins to cast another spell on the rather angry looking mage
Casting sleep Dc 16 will save or off to the land of nod (at the start of my next turn I think)
Lyre begins casting an enchantment on the mage across the room. It will likely catch a few patrons in its effect as well, but it won't hurt them, and it might end the fight for good - she hopes, anyway.
Tippello unleashes a burst of healing energy as he moves toward the fallen spellcaster with the eyepatch.
Ormizd continues his inspiring rhythm.
Mario attempts to distract his attacker with a spray of chips in the other man's face.
The distracted man nevertheless makes a swipe at his flamboyant opponent with his sap. Across the room, Tsadok's foe once again tries to knock him down:
Round 4
Ormizd continues to play, cautiously peeking around the table.
Bluff check for the feint: 1d20+7
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Round 5
Current HP: 5 (58%)
After landing in front of the thug, Mario is slammed by a wild swing of a sap.
Reflex save to avoid spilling his drink:
Mario wobbles back and forth, but he doesn't spill a drop.
Mario fixes his foe with a steely glare.
"You, Sir, nearly made me spill my drink."
He lunges at the thug and
Rapier damage if hit:
Round 5
Ormizd abandons playing the drums in order to cast Ghost Sound behind the goateed thug. The sound of a blade sliding from it's sheath; to distract him from attacking Antaniel.
Bluff:
Round 5
Ormizd abandons playing the drums in order to cast Ghost Sound behind the goateed thug. The sound of a blade sliding from it's sheath; to distract him from attacking Antaniel.
Bluff: 1d20+7
The goateed man frowns, looking over his shoulder at the sudden noise - he snorts disparagingly, but his attention nevertheless seems divided between what's behind him and his foe in front of him.
DM:
Tsadok tries to subddue the last of the thugs, trying to flurry him into submission..
"I said STAND DOWN!"
Strike one
Strike two
Tsadok's blows, though enraged, seem to come to naught as the thug dodges each one in succession.
Suddenly invigorated by the flow of healing power from Tippello, Antianel raises his weapon once more. "Your tricks will not save you, warlock!" he spits at the goateed arcanist, and suddenly lashes out, trying to twist the metal wand from the wizard's hand.
Antianel's fancy bladework also fails to produce any meaningful result.
The wizard lashes out again with the wand in his hand. Antianel dances away from the wand, whose tip continues to spark and snap dangerously.
Across the room, Lyre completes her spell, and a wave of somnolent energy sweeps across the room. Several cowering patrons slump snoring to the ground , but it catches both the wizard and Tsadok's opponent in its area as well. Both targets manage to avoid succumbing to the spell's effects, however.
"Oops" is all that comes out of Lyre's mouth as everyone but the ones she wanted to fall over asleep. Deciding to go back to what works she throws a magic missile at the thug that stayed awake
The arcane energy sears the thug's flesh, and he curses in what sounds like Goblin.
Tippy makes his way carefully over to the woman with the eyepatch and tears a strip of cloth from her garments to bandage her wounds.