stabilisation check (previous round)
1d100
Stabilisation check dc 17
Mario's rapier stabs deep into the snake's hide, piercing the thick scales to hit something vital within. It lets out an odd, inhuman scream and turns toward him, fangs flashing.
Daelin grabs the fallen gnome and pulls her back away from the fight, getting herself and Lyre both out of harm's way.
The snake lashes out at the source of its pain, trying to end that pain quickly. The thing's wounds are clearly affecting it, however, and Mario easily knocks the blow aside with his blade.
Stabilisation check dc 18
Poison save
Tippy holds up his left hand, and the butterfly shaped mark on his palm glows, as a wave of warmth and contentment bursts from him.
Desna, lighten our burdens!
Edit: Sweet, I'm liking that roll!
"Who ordered the snake sausages?"
Flurry of Blows (figuring the +2 flanking bonus in):
Strike One:
Strike Two:
"Try feasting on something closer to your own size!" shouts Antianel as he swings as the snake.
A wave of healing energy washes over the group from Tippello's hands, soothing Lyre's and Martha's wounds. While Tsadok's blows do not manage to drive through the snake's thick scales, Antianel manages to slash deeply enough that, combined with Mario's earlier thrust, the snake can take no more, and it falls to the kitchen floor, bleeding out its life on the ceramic tiles.
Perception
Tsadok will point out the basket as shown in the spoiler, and also observe:
"That snake's much too large for this basket. Perhaps a bit of magic was involved. Anyone see anything on the basket?"
"I'm beginning to believe Mr. Zincher was a decoy. That snake literally had Saul's name on it." Daelin comments while propping Lyre's head against her knee.
Tippy looks relieved when the snake finally drops. And then rather annoyed to find out that Clegg Zincher was quite possibly responsible for the trouble. He then raises his left hand again and another wave of energy pulses from him as he praises Desna.
Tippy sees that Lyre is still not coming around and moves over to check on her.
As Tippello treats Lyre, Martha stirs and opens her eyes, looking around in confusion. At the same time, Saul bursts into the kitchen, looking around in confusion, Larur right behind him. "What's going on in here?" Saul cries, eyes widening at the sight of the dead snake. Larur looks shocked as well, but he moves first to check on Lyre and to speak quietly to Martha, taking her hand and helping her to slowly sit up.
As Tippello treats Lyre, Martha stirs and opens her eyes, looking around in confusion. At the same time, Saul bursts into the kitchen, looking around in confusion, Larur right behind him. "What's going on in here?" Saul cries, eyes widening at the sight of the dead snake. Larur looks shocked as well, but he moves first to check on Lyre and to speak quietly to Martha, taking her hand and helping her to slowly sit up.
Smiling to Saul, Tsadok says "We've got a new special for a couple of days. Antaniel and Mario've already insured the butchering. All we need now is an open fire and a tin can."
Speaking directly to Saul, "Outside of the new blue plate special, I believe your life is directly in danger, and this casino may be part of that danger."
DM:
"I'll have it breakfast, lunch and dinner," Martha mutters under her breath, feeling gingerly where the now-closed wound on her leg was. The area is still swollen and purple-black, and it will probably be days yet before she is completely recovered, but she nevertheless struggles to her feet (with Larur's help) and limps to Tippello, at which point she gives the halfling a bonecrushing hug. "Thank you," she says, smiling down at him. "Thank you so much."
Speaking directly to Saul, "Outside of the new blue plate special, I believe your life is directly in danger, and this casino may be part of that danger."
"What do you mean?" Saul asks, frowning. "Was this some kind of attack?"
Lyre is actually more concerned about whether the snake is dead or not (basically if there is still a chance to stabilise it or not.
Lyre is actually more concerned about whether the snake is dead or not (basically if there is still a chance to stabilise it or not.
"We cant eat the snake" Lyre suddenly pipes up from where she is seated on the floor "I mean it's not his fault someone else put him in a basket and dumped him in the middle of our kitchen."
"We could make it the Goblins new mascot?" Lyre chimes in as she attempts to stabilise the snake
Heal check
"Err a little help please?"
Looking up from his study of the basket, with an incredulous expression for Lyre.
By Desna's sparkling wings, you can't b e serious? That thing nearly killed you!
Heal check
While Lyre and Tippello work to save the snake's life, Saul takes the note and reads it. His face darkens as his eyes move down the page, and he crumples up the note and hurls it to the floor when he finishes it, snarling, "I will not be frightened like a little child!"
Larur picks up the note and smoothes it out for reading. His thick eyebrows climb nearly up to his hairline, but all he says is, "Martha, why don't you take the rest of the night off, and I'll be sure that there is a little something extra with your pay this week, okay?" The cook nods and Larur helps her hobble up the stairs to the worker's dormitory.
There is no magical aura on the basket. There is, however, a lingering aura on the snake itself; with some squinting, Tippy is able to recognize it as a transmutation effect, though the aura dims to imperceptibility even as he is looking at it.
Tsadok's former jovial facade disappears as he speaks once Martha has left.
"Saul, who does this type of thing? Was it one of Clegg's men? Perhaps someone who wants to do things to frame Clegg? These are important questions, as we should be able to stop this kind of behavior in the future if we know who to look for."
Tsadok thinks for a moment, "We shouldn't be this direct, though. There's not a good reason for that."
To Tipello, "Do we know if magic was involved in the basket?"
DM:
To Tipello, "Do we know if magic was involved in the basket?"
Magic was not involved with the basket. There was however a lingering aura on the snake.
If I had to make a guess, I would say someone somehow shrunk the snake, then had it delivered and just let the spells effect wear off naturally.
Ah to be honest Lyre probably hasn't thought that far a head. Letting it be used in the arena would be fine with her long as they kept it fed and such.
"How powerful is that sort of magic, Tippello? I want to know the general power level of those that are tormenting us if we can. A general range would be nice if you could." Tsadok inquires, his brow furrowed. "What do you want us to do, Saul? I'd be happy to look into it, but I would be hopelessly outnumbered, I'm sure. That, and not having any spellcasting talent of my own might prove to be a problem."
"How powerful is that sort of magic, Tippello? I want to know the general power level of those that are tormenting us if we can. A general range would be nice if you could."
I'm not entirely sure, more advanced than anything I can do for certain. And I'm quite sure it's not somethng Desna could grant me, it isn't divine in nature. Perhaps Lyre could tell you more.
"Fair enough, thank you Tippello. What say you, Lyre?" Tsadok says earnestly.
"I want to know what I need to do to make security work here, if I don't have an idea, I can't do anything about it. Saul, perhaps it would be wise to bring someone with some magical talent up to the rafters to watch for something of this nature with me."
"What do you want us to do, Saul? I'd be happy to look into it, but I would be hopelessly outnumbered, I'm sure. That, and not having any spellcasting talent of my own might prove to be a problem."
"Do about it?" Saul asks, looking surprised. "Nothing, of course. There's really nothing we can do. I'm sure it's Zincher, but in this town, justice is all in who is stronger and who's got more influence, and we can't come close to matching him either way. We'll have to keep a sharper eye out to protect ourselves, but any aggressive moves at this point would be suicide, really, nothing more."
"I want to know what I need to do to make security work here, if I don't have an idea, I can't do anything about it. Saul, perhaps it would be wise to bring someone with some magical talent up to the rafters to watch for something of this nature with me."
"If Tippello or Lyre want to join you in the catwalks, they're welcome to, but I can't possibly hire any magical security - wizards just cost too much, especially in this town, with the Cyphermages muscling in wherever they can. The only good thing about that is that they're too expensive for Zincher to use regularly either, I'd bet, so we probably won't have to worry about that kind of attack often. This was Zincher making a point, I think; I doubt he'll be that flashy next time."
A short while later, Saul's surly animal handler, Bojask, comes upstairs to start wrestling the snake down the stairs to the pens; it takes him, Antianel and Mario together to manage it. As they get the snake settled in one of the cages near the arena, Bojask smiles unsettlingly and licks his lips as he considers his new acquisition.
The next couple of days are fairly quiet, and at long last, the Goblin's first week of business comes to a close. Saul retires to the counting room to assess the week's profits and hand out shares.
Antianel continues his work at the front door, glaring at anyone who seems likely to cause trouble for the casino or its patrons.
Lyre spends her days convincing people to come to the goblin
Bluff
Daelin spends her time performing tricks on the main floor and being a barker outside of the Goblin.
Lyre spends her days convincing people to come to the goblin
Bluff
1d20 + 8
Lyre will stick to what she is good at
Bluff
"Saul, if you please, I know someone with magical talent, who is looking for work at this time, who could prove quite valuable. I'm sure that the salary would be easily negotiated. However, the person I'm thinking of should not be part of the "normal" security, like me. I would only recommend them if they were to remain out of harm's way, only looking for the magical problems." Tsadok says. "As a matter of fact, they are doing research right now, and do have the requisite magical talent to find unwanted magical auras."
DM:
Saul nods thoughtfully. "If you want to hire this person and we can afford it, I'm willing to talk to them," he says.
1d20 + 9
Perception (second roll)
"Thank you, Saul. I'll be sure to have them stop by."
Saul comes out of the counting room, humming to himself, and he smiles broadly as he passes out the first week's wages to the group - 10 gp for each part-owner. He seems quite pleased with how things are turning out.
The next day is Sunday, and the casino is closed, but Saul introduces you all to his latest hire: a half-elven woman with distinctive tattoos across her face and down her right arm named Samaritha ("Call me Sam!") Beldusk, who is apparently a cyphermage-wannabe brought on board via Tsadok to help with magical security. She greets you all with a mixture of curiosity and shyness, but she seems completely comfortable with the half-orc monk.
Perception rolls for the goblin:
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Anybody got any plans for the next week around the Goblin?