Death in Freeport

Init: 18

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Arcata waves at Egil when she sees him and beckons him towards her table, getting up to greet him. The warmth she feels turns to ice when he's attacked from behind! A sudden rage fills her. It's too much. Dispossessed, brothers dead, father probably dead or captured, nation in chaos, conquered...and now her only friend in the world struck down? There was only so much you could take. That much, no more.

"Egil! No!" Mouth curling into a snarl, Arcata strides forward, reaching into the satchel at her side and flinging out a handful of colored sand as she spat, "Kailaide illuminus!"

The sand seemed to erupt into a fierce ghostly riot of colors that played over tables, chairs, and press gang sailors like intense St Elmo's Fire. Pastel shades of red and blue and gold, with streamers of green and purple and white undulating throughout. As dazzling as the display was from outside, it was nothing compared to the assault on the senses that the sailors felt within the cone of the effect.

(Color Spray! 15' cone burst. Moving up to 30' to include as many of them as I can without actually entering a threatened square. Will DC 14 to negate.)

Initiative = 4

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"Drac's balls,"curses Aidan as things swiftly descend into chaos. Jumping to his feet he picks up his chair/stool and hurls it at the pirate on the table.

Lorthanoth said:

Rikki saunters over to Dog (well, his version of a saunter which has more of a random bobbing and weaving quality to it than most) and clamps a bony hand on the sibbecai's shoulder, "Awight, Dog me ol' mucker; whassat yer got there? Looks like a wossname, letter, innit?" he says in a friendly tone.

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"Oy, Rikki." he says in greeting. "Its from my friend Egil. Says he needs my help. Stick around, if he needs me, I'm sure he will need a few hands."

He stands up as Brother Egil enters ready to move and embrace his friend. As he sees the press gang move in behind though he draws his sword and shield, a growl growing in his throat. He will move to intercept the press gang and to place himself between Egil and the thugs.

init vs. press gang (1d20=10)

Initiative, innit? (1d20+1=7)

"Flippin' 'eck!" exclaims the lanky soothsayer as all hell breaks loose. He fumbles around with some bits and bobs of dried herbs and mutters cryptically, "Nighty-night, maties..." ooc:casts sleep.

Tavern floorplan

The attached image is a floorplan for the tavern. What looks like a door on the right is actually the only sizeable window.

Dogrynn and Rikki started at the bar, Arcata at a table to the far left near the stairs, Aidan at the table north of her, GrockUprim at a table alone in the middle of the ones to the right side of the central fire pit.

ooc: Where is Brother Egil? I assume that the thugs are right at the door.

Grockuprim

Grockuprim moves toward the press gang and swipes a claw attack at one of them.

OOC:
Init: 11
Attack: 25
Damage: 12

Erekose13 said:

ooc: Where is Brother Egil? I assume that the thugs are right at the door.

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A step past the first chandelier towards the fire pit.

Init

18 Arcata
17 patron 1
15 Toothless Leader
15 sailor 1
15 patron 2
15 patron 4
11 sailor 4
11 Grockuprim
10 sailor 3
10 Dogrynn
9 patron 7
8 sailor 2
8 patron 8
7 Rikki
7 patron 3
6 patron 6
4 Aidan
4 sailor 5
4 patron 5

Arcata waves at Egil when she sees him and beckons him towards her table, getting up to greet him. The warmth she feels turns to ice when he's attacked from behind! A sudden rage fills her. It's too much. Dispossessed, brothers dead, father probably dead or captured, nation in chaos, conquered...and now her only friend in the world struck down? There was only so much you could take. That much, no more.

"Egil! No!" Mouth curling into a snarl, Arcata strides forward, reaching into the satchel at her side knowing she was still too far for the magic she planned but ready for the moment she stepped close enough.

A dockworker closest to the sailors leaps up from his chair and dashes frantically towards the back of the room, leaving his slightly slower companion behind at their table.

The toothless man cackles gloatingly to his mates saying "Look at the coneys run." He eyes the hall more carefully and frowns scowlingly as he spies Dogrynn in his armor.

The bald sailor on the left who had sapped Egil rushes over to the slightly slower dockworker still seated near the entrance and gives him a clout to the head with his sap, the man staggers to his feat only to be dropped on the floor as baldy saps him again.

Another patron between Arcata and the gang gets up and takes off for the back, ducking around the fire pit heading to the kitchens shouting for his companion to follow.

Two tattooed sailors (3 and 4) press in to assault the man left behind and sap him, dropping the poor fellow just outside of Arcata's range.

Grockuprim gets up from his table and moves towards the leader and one other sailor with him, closing about half the distance, flexing his clawed hands in anticipation.

"Hsst Churl, over here with this 'ere orc." The man says as Grockuprim approaches him, the second sailor who sapped Egil, one with a big scar across his cheek looks up and nods.

Dogrynn stands up as Brother Egil enters ready to move and embrace his friend. As he sees the press gang move in behind though he draws his sword and shield, a growl growing in his throat as he begins to move to intercept the press gang hoping to place himself between Egil and the thugs before they make off with him. He makes it to about the second row of driftwood chandeliers up the middle from the bar.

The second sailor, Churl moves to intercept Grockuprim and says "Camarada relaxar, nós só precisamos quatro, não estamos aqui para você." orcish [sblock]"Buddy relax, we only need four, we're not here for you."[/sblock]

Another patron runs to place Grocuprim between him and the gang.

"Flippin' 'eck!" exclaims the lanky soothsayer as all hell breaks loose. He fumbles around with some bits and bobs of dried herbs and mutters cryptically, "Nighty-night, maties..." and begins a long incantation.[/QUOTE]

Another patron on the right side leaves a companion to dash for the kitchens and a sailor follows up to sap that companion, who cries out and tries to stagger to his feat only to be dropped to the floor hard with another blow to the back of the head.

"Drac's balls,"curses Aidan as things swiftly descend into chaos. Jumping to his feet he steps away from his bench against the wall and picks up the stool at the end of his table, a possible improvised missile.

Init

18 Arcata
17 patron 1
15 Toothless Leader
15 sailor 1 (Baldy)
15 patron 2 unconscious
15 patron 4
11 sailor 4
11 Grockuprim
10 sailor 3
10 Dogrynn
9 patron 7
8 sailor 2 (Churl)
8 patron 8
7 Rikki
7 patron 3 unconscious
6 patron 6
4 Aidan
4 sailor 5
4 patron 5 Unconscious

Cooling off a bit, Arcata takes a moment to look for the best concentration of press gangers, so she can take as many as possible.

(Moving again, with the above stipulation in mind...I can't tell on the map where people are, so I'll just believe your judgement about where she has to go to affect as many as she can with a 15' cone within 30'. Then apply the special effects from the first post. Sorry...didn't know she was so far back. )