Death in Freeport
OOC:
On his turn or if attacked, Aidan will do one of the following (in order of sequence):
1)Throw his chair at the sailor (leader) on the table.
2) Throw his chair at a nearby sailor (if option#1 isn't viable)
3) Smash an attacker with the chair if attacked prior to his turn
Not sure what modifiers to apply or damage to assume. Let me know.
On his turn or if attacked, Aidan will do one of the following (in order of sequence):
1)Throw his chair at the sailor (leader) on the table.
2) Throw his chair at a nearby sailor (if option#1 isn't viable)
3) Smash an attacker with the chair if attacked prior to his turn
Not sure what modifiers to apply or damage to assume. Let me know.
Voadam
Legend
Round 2 begins
Another dark haired sailor comes in from the entrance and moves to join baldy near the downed man, wearing a cocky grin.
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. She strides forward a little more but stops before coming into striking range of the two sailors nearest to her. Reaching into the satchel at her side she flings 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.
She catches the four sailors on the left side of the tavern and the newcomer and the closest sailor each drop to the floorboards. Baldy and sailor 4 blink and are left standing though they look a bit uncertain now.
The patrons who were up and running continue to run.
"Dagon! She's a witch! Knock her out Buly afore she puts a curse on us! Arnt get on her too" the leader shouts from atop his table, still surveying the goings on. Another sailor pushes in through the door and the leader says "Jenkl, over here." and he complies, sap out and ready, eyes wary on Arcata.
The sailor closest to Arcata still standing hesitates for a moment.
The bald sailor curses and rushes down to Arcata. He swings his sap too quickly for her to dodge but the leathers she wears for protection deflect part of the blow and it merely stings.
The sailor who hesitated curses and rushes down to join his bald companion. In his haste his foot catches in a chair for a moment and his sap swings through the air near Arcata's head as he mistimes his blow, but he is upon her too.
Round 2
18 sailor 6 unconscious
18 Arcata
17 patron 1
15 Toothless Leader
15 sailor 1 (Arnt/Baldy)
15 sailor 7 (Jenkl)
15 patron 2 unconscious
15 patron 4
11 sailor 4 (Buly)
Current Init
11 Grockuprim
10 sailor 3 unconscious
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
Another dark haired sailor comes in from the entrance and moves to join baldy near the downed man, wearing a cocky grin.
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. She strides forward a little more but stops before coming into striking range of the two sailors nearest to her. Reaching into the satchel at her side she flings 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.
She catches the four sailors on the left side of the tavern and the newcomer and the closest sailor each drop to the floorboards. Baldy and sailor 4 blink and are left standing though they look a bit uncertain now.
The patrons who were up and running continue to run.
"Dagon! She's a witch! Knock her out Buly afore she puts a curse on us! Arnt get on her too" the leader shouts from atop his table, still surveying the goings on. Another sailor pushes in through the door and the leader says "Jenkl, over here." and he complies, sap out and ready, eyes wary on Arcata.
The sailor closest to Arcata still standing hesitates for a moment.
The bald sailor curses and rushes down to Arcata. He swings his sap too quickly for her to dodge but the leathers she wears for protection deflect part of the blow and it merely stings.
The sailor who hesitated curses and rushes down to join his bald companion. In his haste his foot catches in a chair for a moment and his sap swings through the air near Arcata's head as he mistimes his blow, but he is upon her too.
Round 2
18 sailor 6 unconscious
18 Arcata
17 patron 1
15 Toothless Leader
15 sailor 1 (Arnt/Baldy)
15 sailor 7 (Jenkl)
15 patron 2 unconscious
15 patron 4
11 sailor 4 (Buly)
Current Init
11 Grockuprim
10 sailor 3 unconscious
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
doghead
thotd
ic - Death in Freeport.
Hinjo curses the designers of the city as he hurries to the destination. Once again he has managed to get lost in the maze of back streets and alleys that make up much of the city. He hopes that he isn't too. Brother Egil has been good to Hinjo since he arrived in Freeport, and Hinjo would hate to let Brother Egil down. But with a little luck, the tavern should be around the next corner and down the road a little.
Hinjo slows as he approaches the tavern. The knot of men pushing through the entrance doesn't look good. Trouble comes in many guises in Freeport. But small groups of burly surly men is one of her more favoured forms. The flash of coloured light from within the tavern pretty much confirms that Trouble is in the house. And more than likely, Egil is in there too. Hinjo quickens his pace once more. Shrugging his shoulders, he settles his sword in place beneath his furs. Hopefully he won't have to use it. Drawing a blade is like sending a love letter to Trouble. With a little luck he should be able to convince the men to let him pass, even if he has to let his fists do the talking.
[sblock=ooc]Initiative (1d20=8) +1 = 9.
Hinjo will attempt to talk his way in. If that is unsuccessful, he will use his Unarmed Strike. Intimidate (CHA) +4, Unarmed +3 melee (1d3+3). He will not draw a blade unless someone else does so first.[/sblock]
Hinjo curses the designers of the city as he hurries to the destination. Once again he has managed to get lost in the maze of back streets and alleys that make up much of the city. He hopes that he isn't too. Brother Egil has been good to Hinjo since he arrived in Freeport, and Hinjo would hate to let Brother Egil down. But with a little luck, the tavern should be around the next corner and down the road a little.
Hinjo slows as he approaches the tavern. The knot of men pushing through the entrance doesn't look good. Trouble comes in many guises in Freeport. But small groups of burly surly men is one of her more favoured forms. The flash of coloured light from within the tavern pretty much confirms that Trouble is in the house. And more than likely, Egil is in there too. Hinjo quickens his pace once more. Shrugging his shoulders, he settles his sword in place beneath his furs. Hopefully he won't have to use it. Drawing a blade is like sending a love letter to Trouble. With a little luck he should be able to convince the men to let him pass, even if he has to let his fists do the talking.
[sblock=ooc]Initiative (1d20=8) +1 = 9.
Hinjo will attempt to talk his way in. If that is unsuccessful, he will use his Unarmed Strike. Intimidate (CHA) +4, Unarmed +3 melee (1d3+3). He will not draw a blade unless someone else does so first.[/sblock]
Voadam
Legend
Grockuprim presses forward toward the press gang and swipes a claw at the sailor Churl who tried talking to him, cutting off his orcish speech as the dragon-orc laborer's claw slashes powerfully into his side, spraying a great deal of blood. The sailor drops to the ground quickly losing consciousness from blood loss.
"He killed Churl!, the orc is out for blood, kill him and let's get out of here! We've got enough for te quota" the toothless sailor shouts to the sailors nearest Grockuprim as he and they draw out short stout clubs, cudgels and what those of you with nautical experience recognize as belaying pins.
With the sailor's on the left converging on Arcata Dogrynn finds a clear path straight down the hall then around the fire pit allowing him to close with the toothless sailor on the table. The firepit is too much of an obstacle to allow a straight charge but he now is close enough to read the curse tattooed on the man's knuckles and threaten him with his scimitar.
"Hold on Dog boy, we got enough, put aside your sword and we got no trouble wit you." the toothless sailor says to Dogrynn.
Outside Hinjo approaches the two sailors still outside, his sword settled on his hip. Hinjo tries talking his way past but the men bar his way and suggest he find another pub tonight, saps in their hands and scowls on their faces. One turns to look inside nervously as shouting increases. Just inside the doorway Hinjo can see a familiar robed body lying unconscious on the floor.
Rikki finishes his incantation and is now ready to shake his bone fetishes to direct the enchantment as he will.
Round 2
21 sailor 8 (outside) ready
18 sailor 6 unconscious
18 Arcata
17 patron 1
15 Toothless Leader
15 sailor 1 (Arnt/Baldy)
15 sailor 7 (Jenkl)
15 patron 2 unconscious
15 patron 4
11 sailor 4 (Buly)
11 sailor 9 (outside) ready
11 Grockuprim
10 sailor 3 unconscious
10 Dogrynn
9 Hinjo outside
9 patron 7
9 Brother Egil unconscious
8 sailor 2 (Churl) -9 hp unconscious bleeding
8 patron 8
Current Init
7 Rikki
7 patron 3 unconscious
6 patron 6
4 Aidan
4 sailor 5
4 patron 5 Unconscious
"He killed Churl!, the orc is out for blood, kill him and let's get out of here! We've got enough for te quota" the toothless sailor shouts to the sailors nearest Grockuprim as he and they draw out short stout clubs, cudgels and what those of you with nautical experience recognize as belaying pins.
With the sailor's on the left converging on Arcata Dogrynn finds a clear path straight down the hall then around the fire pit allowing him to close with the toothless sailor on the table. The firepit is too much of an obstacle to allow a straight charge but he now is close enough to read the curse tattooed on the man's knuckles and threaten him with his scimitar.
"Hold on Dog boy, we got enough, put aside your sword and we got no trouble wit you." the toothless sailor says to Dogrynn.
Outside Hinjo approaches the two sailors still outside, his sword settled on his hip. Hinjo tries talking his way past but the men bar his way and suggest he find another pub tonight, saps in their hands and scowls on their faces. One turns to look inside nervously as shouting increases. Just inside the doorway Hinjo can see a familiar robed body lying unconscious on the floor.
Rikki finishes his incantation and is now ready to shake his bone fetishes to direct the enchantment as he will.
Round 2
21 sailor 8 (outside) ready
18 sailor 6 unconscious
18 Arcata
17 patron 1
15 Toothless Leader
15 sailor 1 (Arnt/Baldy)
15 sailor 7 (Jenkl)
15 patron 2 unconscious
15 patron 4
11 sailor 4 (Buly)
11 sailor 9 (outside) ready
11 Grockuprim
10 sailor 3 unconscious
10 Dogrynn
9 Hinjo outside
9 patron 7
9 Brother Egil unconscious
8 sailor 2 (Churl) -9 hp unconscious bleeding
8 patron 8
Current Init
7 Rikki
7 patron 3 unconscious
6 patron 6
4 Aidan
4 sailor 5
4 patron 5 Unconscious
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Erekose13
Explorer
"Ya ain't taking my friend, *!&##$&." replies Dog before smashing the man with the pomel of his sword, breaking his nose.
[sblock=ooc]strike to deal non-lethal damage +2 melee (1d6+3)
EDIT: Rolls: Attack vs. boss (1d20+2=22, 1d6+3=9)
Crit? confirm crit? (1d20+2=12, 1d6+3=5) <- don't think so.[/sblock]
[sblock=ooc]strike to deal non-lethal damage +2 melee (1d6+3)
EDIT: Rolls: Attack vs. boss (1d20+2=22, 1d6+3=9)
Crit? confirm crit? (1d20+2=12, 1d6+3=5) <- don't think so.[/sblock]
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Aidan hurls his chair at the sailor.
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1395164
(+1 for BAB [forgot to include it] - penalty for improvised weapon?)
Damage = ?
If retroactive to round 1: Target is toothless sailor.
If roll is for round 2: Target is sailor closest to Egil in Aidan's line of sight.
Next Action (round 2 or 3 as appropriate):
Aidan closes to sailor closest to Egil (preferred) or closest sailor to his position (he doesn't want to put any of them at his back) and begins brawling with the sailor.
Unarmed attack [non-lethal damage]:
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1395193
Damage: 1d3+3
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1395194
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1395164
(+1 for BAB [forgot to include it] - penalty for improvised weapon?)
Damage = ?
If retroactive to round 1: Target is toothless sailor.
If roll is for round 2: Target is sailor closest to Egil in Aidan's line of sight.
Next Action (round 2 or 3 as appropriate):
Aidan closes to sailor closest to Egil (preferred) or closest sailor to his position (he doesn't want to put any of them at his back) and begins brawling with the sailor.
Unarmed attack [non-lethal damage]:
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1395193
Damage: 1d3+3
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1395194
Arcata backs away from the sailors, now nervous.
"Leave these people alone," she demands. "Find some WILLING recruits!"
She lifts her hands, ready to cast again.
(5' step away from sailors, and if any of them come towards her, she'll put a Sleep spell aiming to include as many as she can...including whoever's coming towards her. DC is 15.)
"Leave these people alone," she demands. "Find some WILLING recruits!"
She lifts her hands, ready to cast again.
(5' step away from sailors, and if any of them come towards her, she'll put a Sleep spell aiming to include as many as she can...including whoever's coming towards her. DC is 15.)
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