Eroril deftly dodges the drunken sailor's clumsy swipe. "Honest Men? Hmmph! Honest men don't take swings at innocent bystanders trying to assist them. It's not coin you are looking for here, its trouble. And by Torag, you've found it!"
Initiative:
Initiative
"Gentlemen, please exit the establishment, or we will be forced to thrash you."
Kozaric pulls his bow up and draws the string to his cheek sighting on the seeming leader."Citizens, you have been told to leave! Know that the Gold Goblin will not tolerate lawlessness, and we will meet force with force! If you do not walk out now, you will be carried out in a few minutes! This is entirely your choice!"
Initiative:
Initiative:
Brawlin' it is!
Initiative:
"This shouldn't take long"
Attack
Damage
Eroril pulls out his warhammer and swings at the sailor who took a swing at him, yelling, "Perhaps this will teach you how to behave in civilized company!"
Attack
Damage (non-lethal)
Kozaric centers himself, taking careful aim at the lead sailor.
Perfect Strike: You must declare that you are using this feat before you make your attack roll. You can roll your attack roll twice and take the higher result. If one of these rolls is a critical threat, the other roll is used as your confirmation roll. [/ooc]
Perfect Strike:
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Roll #2:
Damage:
Diego will scramble back 10 feet, drawing his whip as he goes. He'll attempt to trip one of the sailors.
Trip!
Cephadrel casts sleep on as many opponents as possible with out hitting allies. DC is 16
Kozaric draws and releases twice in rapid succession, this time at sailor #3.
Flurry of Blows
1st arrow to hit:
Damage:
2nd arrow to hit:
Damage:
Eroril shouts, "Now look what you have made me do, that will come out of your refund! And watch your language, there are gentlewomen and gentlemen present! They did not come to here you spout such filth!" and takes another swing at Sailor who swung at him, this time not pulling his punch.
Attack:
Damage:
"Remember, you have brought this upon yourselves, curs!' Ironleg shouts as wipes his bloody lip from the punch he took to the face.
Attack
Damage
Cephadrel conjures an acid dart and launches it at any sailor that remains standing
Touch Attack:
Damage:
Seeing the situation well under control, Diego grandstands a bit, playing to the crowd!
"Ladies and gentlemen! See the ferocious drunken oafs get their just desserts! He snatches a pie or other appropriate dessert from nearby, kicks it toward the last sailor standing, then attempts to trip the sailor, thus ensuring that it ends up sitting in the pie!
Trip!
Eroril signals for the other casino security to gather up the drunken sailors and escort them rudely out the door. He then returns to his table to resume dealing cards to his players. "Sorry for the disruption folks. As you can see, I'm a better dealer than I am a fighter. Now, place your bets, please."
Diego nods to the crowd, resets his whip by his side and escorts security as they oust the drunken brawlers. He resumes his post by the door, directing visitors to their pleasures.
As the drunkards are hauled away, Kozaric speaks in a voice loud enough for all patrons to hear.
”Citizens! Let it be known that the Gold Goblin will no longer tolerate lawlessness of such you have all witnessed tonight! This establishment will only be open to fine upstanding citizens in search of good clean wholesome enjoyment that only a grand casino such as this one can give! And if trouble walks through the door we will be here to insure that it is promptly carried back out and deposited into the street! Please go back to your evening entertainment. All is well!” Kozaric then turns and exits the catwalk to check on his companions.
"The punk tagged me pretty good, guys," Ironleg laughs, realizing he might have a bit of a puffy eye the next day. "And that was quite a trick with the pie, Diego. Talk about entertaining your customers..."
Diego grins. "Thanks, Mikhail! Let me see if I can do something about that eye..." Diego sings a soft tune, holding his hand over the eye, not quite touching it.
Healing:
Diego grins. "Thanks, Mikhail! Let me see if I can do something about that eye..." Diego sings a soft tune, holding his hand over the eye, not quite touching it.
Healing:
Diego grins. "Thanks, Mikhail! Let me see if I can do something about that eye..." Diego sings a soft tune, holding his hand over the eye, not quite touching it.
Healing:
"Thank you very much, Diego. That hits the spot. You know, watching you during the fight, you should perform some tricks for the audience. I am sure we could bring a crowd in to watch you put on a display with that whip of yours."
"Thank you sir for the ale." Eroril takes a long drink from the ale, and let's out a satisfied sigh. He wipes the froth from his beard and then with a hearty laugh, he says "Yes, mighty fine ale. Thank you again. But I must be honest, satisfying the thirst of your dealer will not get you better cards. Everyone place your bets."
Diego, seeing the cook's fury and feeling guilty for ruining his dessert, goes over to talk to him.
"Good gracious, my friend! I have to thank you. Your timing with that dessert was impeccable. Were you ever in theater? I mean, you are an excellent cook, but if you ever decide to change careers, with comedic timing like that you could be a star!"
Diplomacy:
Diego then finds Mikhail and hears his suggestion. "Hmm. I'll have to consider that. I might have the idea for a few tricks to show off!"
Diego will spend the evening sipping ale and entertaining the crowd with tales, songs and occasional whip tricks.
Ironleg follows Deigo to the cook, and agrees wtih Diego's compliments. "I agree. You were really quite skillful with your timing, chef."
Diplomacy Aid Another
Kozaric enters the main floor of the Goblin and moves to the ruffians. "This could have been avoided if you would have acted peacefuly." He bends down and checks the badly wounded sailor to see if he is in danger of death.
Heal:
"Now leave and be glad that you can, and stay away from the Golden Goblin, or next time we will be forced to treat you as combatants."
With that, Kozaric turns and moves to find his friends.
Diego, seeing Kozaric kneeling by the sailor, heads over to help. He whistles a reassuring tune as he lays a hand over the sailor's wound.
Cure Light Wounds
"Bad form to kill the patrons, even the drunk and stupid ones. Oh well, at least he'll live to be stupid another day."
In an effort to placate the still grumpy cook, and to make up for his poor oratory, Diego takes the slop bucket and cleans up his mess, breaking halfway into an improptu tango, using the mop as his partner. He saunters saucily around the room with it, using his whip to spin it 15 feet away and then back to his hands. He concludes with a flourish as he finishes cleaning up at the same time the dance ends.
Perform: Dance:
Eroril arises the next morning, meditates to prepare his spells for the day, then goes to the kitchen to look for some breakfast.
"HMMMM, Pancakes and syrup, what a wonderful breakfast. Thank you Dyfrig. If you have any strong tea, I would most appreciate it. I hope you were not too upset with Diego for ruining your Eton Mess. He is quite the theatrical one.
All in all, given the weird happenings the past few days, if all we have to deal with for now on our drunken sailors, I will be fine."
Eroril begins to eat his breakfast and waits for the others to come down for the day.
Cephadrel shambles down from his room and into the dining area, giving no head to the conversation in progress he says
"Good Morning Eroril, Dyfrig breakfast please."
Cephadrel sits down props open his spell book and begins preparing spells.
Diego stumbles down from his roost, looking somewhat haggard. He looks at the pancakes, nods and grunts in a needy sort of way. It is clear, Diego is NOT a morning person.
Ironleg arrived late to the berakfast. He had been enjoying a particularly vigorous training session, followed by a short period of meditation upon things. Before he knew it the time had gotten away from him. "Did I miss anything? Those pancakes smell delicious!
Kozaric enters behind Ironleg, carrying his bow and a quiver of arrows in his hand.
"Yes sir Mr. Vancaskerkin. We shall be here and ready to work.
Eroril finishes his pancakes and drinks his tea. "Excellent breakfast Dyfrig. Thank you."
Turning to the others, Eroril continues "Unless someone has a need of something, I think I will return to the Cyphergate and continue my studies until our shift begins. I have been away from my studies for too long. Perhaps, with the recent strange happenings, something has changed with the Cyphergate."
Eroril begins to go upstairs to gather his papers and pens.
Having gotten a bit of a positive reputation, after helping roust the thugs at the Goblin, Ironleg decides to go towards the arena and see what is going on there, checking for any promising new fighters.
Diego is going to go in search of new stories and songs, hitting the pubs and bars during lunch to hear the young up and comers.