IG's "Those Left Behind" Chapter 3

[industrygothica]

"Why thank you." Talashia smiles a flirty smile at the winner and offers him her hand.

"I'm ashamed to say I lost some money on you," she says coyly. "But I got something worth far more. A pleasant surprise. It's so rare to see someone buck the odds and pull victory from the jaws of defeat. In fact, I'd like to invite you to my table if you have a moment. I would very much like to know more about you. I suspect we have a great deal in common, you and I."

The fighter starts to speak, but is interrupted by the white-plumed man. "Unfortunately he doesn't have a moment, as we've some personal business to take care of. Now if you'll excuse us, please." He escorts the winner away and nods to the thugs behind you, who quickly step in front of you, blocking your path to move any farther.

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You guys are up in initiative, if you want to continue the fight. Rogash has 1 minute before he needs to make another save.

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric6

Uulark takes another shot at the beast.

1d20+6=15, 1d8=3
(probably a miss, but it's the best U can do this round. *sigh*)

 

[Scott DeWar]

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"Certainly," Talashia replies without missing a beat. "I'd like a chance to speak with tonight's winner, so it would be a great service if you wouldn't spirit him away before I could do that."

"Well then," white-plume smiles. "By all means, speak your mind." He gestures to the fidgety winner as if to say "he's all yours," but shows no intent to leave your to yourselves. It appears that whatever you've got to say, you won't be doing it in private.

"Why thank you." Talashia smiles a flirty smile at the winner and offers him her hand.

"I'm ashamed to say I lost some money on you," she says coyly. "But I got something worth far more. A pleasant surprise. It's so rare to see someone buck the odds and pull victory from the jaws of defeat. In fact, I'd like to invite you to my table if you have a moment. I would very much like to know more about you. I suspect we have a great deal in common, you and I."

The fighter starts to speak, but is interrupted by the white-plumed man. "Unfortunately he doesn't have a moment, as we've some personal business to take care of. Now if you'll excuse us, please." He escorts the winner away and nods to the thugs behind you, who quickly step in front of you, blocking your path to move any farther.

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Caerwyn Is inwardly smiling as he sees a chance to act. He looks to his sister to try and discern what her plan might be at this time.

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

OOC: Double Post

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

Taking a step back, the dwarf unleashes another volley of arrows (1d20+9=15, 1d20+9=25, 1d20+3=7) at the chaos beast, but again only one finds the mark (1d8+4=6).

 

[Shayuri]

Talashia stands still for a moment, smoldering and watching her prize get spirited away. Then she flicks her ice blue eyes to the two guards blocking her.

"Who was that man?" she asks, deliberately leaving it vague as to which of the two men she was referring to.

 

[Friadoc]

"Depends, are you referring to the foppish @sshole or the guy from the cage fight?" Buurt asks with a cool smirk.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Caerwyn nudges Buurt with his elbow and says, "I think she was asking the guards"

 

[jkason]

Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid

Shai bites his lip, eyeing both the guards and Talashia, not sure which he's more nervous of.

 

[Friadoc]

Caerwyn nudges Buurt with his elbow and says, "I think she was asking the guards"

"Oh, really," says Buurt in mock-surprise. "Well, I'll stand by what I said."