The Four Lands - The Intelligence Service

[HolyMan]

[sblock=ooc] Yeah thought Kagehiro would be first to post and to maybe draw swords somehow I posted before him lol.

To Mowgli: Very good post I thought LOL wish you knew I had my shield on my back to make that *Thang* sound as the guy bounces off but you did good anyway I hope for a little jailhouse reverly and bonding and to sleep off the hangover [/sblock]

 

[Lou]

Charley Demmo, Priest of the Light

Charley feels a body bump him hard in the back, making him spill his ale down the front of his cloak. Quickly drinkin the rest of his glass, Charley growls at the barkeep, "Is it always so rowdy in here?" As his hat falls behind the bar, he adds, "Hang on to that for me. Will you?" Charley starts chanting a spell.

[sblock=OOC]
cast Sanctuary
[/sblock]

 

[J. Alexander]

Nico 23
Orion 23
Scott 20
Stalker 17
Braxton 16
Llyr 9
Donovan 5
Charlie
Friggin

Moving with great speed Nico trips the man and send him tumbling into the hulking Friggin cause him to lose his balance and in turn stumbly into Charlie who had just begin some sort of mumbling. With the chain reaction other begin to join the fray. One weasel looking man throws a crock of mead ad Llyr soundly hitting him in the shoulder. Another ignores Donovan's plea's and soundly raps him across the check with a back handed blow. "Why dont you go back to the temple where you belong pretty boy..real men drink here" he says. Before that Orion begins to try and calm the crowd only setting the tone for the treatment of the others as several people thorw mugs and other crockery at him. Several pieces of heavy pewter and pottery stike Orion about the body. Aeiri makes a cry for his fellow watchmen to join him back to back only to be swarmed by other combatnats. "Here's our chance boy's lets deal with the watch like they deal with uhs" Aeiri finds himself confronted by 5 attackers who close in on him in a half moon formation. Stalker try's his bluff only to also be meet by catcalls and crockery. Two drovers move on him in a meancnig manner. Braxton is meet with several more punches and one man lands a solid blow into his chest causing him to stumble heavily into the already off balance Frigin. As they collid Frigin heavily lands on the foor only to quickly get up. The hulking form of Frigin thows his half full cup at one of his attacker soundly hitting him in the face. He then quickly rabbit punches Braxton in the kidneys..

Actions...

 

[HolyMan]

Frigin

[sblock=ooc] I'm taking it that Frigin is in some sort of frenzy blinded fighting rage to hit his new friend. "Sorry I didn't mean it."
Well you follow a rabbit puch with a quick head lock so that's what I"ll do. lol oh and I found a pic of Frigin's mw armor [/sblock]

 

[ghostcat]

"Well you've had your warning and selected the hard way. So, no more mister nice guy." Stalker says to the two brawlers approaching him.

Without any further warning, he launches a rapid right-left attack with his nightsticks. One tap on each of the pair drovers that made the mistake of are approaching him.

[sblock="Mechanics"]Two-weapon Nightstick Attack:
- Attack, damage on drovers. (1d20+3=11, 1d6=5, 1d20+3=23, 1d6=2),
- Critical hit confirm, damage. (1d20+3=22, 1d6=4)
AC with Two-weapon Defense=16[/sblock]

 

[Kagehiro]

Netzach steps back from the fight preferring the officiality of a duel, he'd rather not splatter the blood of these drunkards who haven't even formally introduce themselves so that honor is had by felling them.
"hmph, fools!"

((sorry guys was at a Vampire LARP all weekend. I'm a myrmidon and so my participation is manditory. especially since I was defending a diablerist this weekend))

 

[Rhun]

Braxton retreats away from Friggin and other attackers, going over the bar in search of some shelter. He wasn't a coward, but fisticuffs in a bar full of drunkards was not his style at all.


Total Defense for AC of 26.
Tumble or jump over the bar (Tumble +10 or Jump +10, whichever is appropriate).

 

[Scott DeWar]

Aeri glances to the half moon of 5 combatants and rolls his sholders, his fists still clenched. feighning a left punch to the guy to the right, he spins and slams the meat of his right hand in the face of the guy to the left.

"the monistary never taught us how to defend against people that don't fight fair. oh well."

non lethal attack:
1d20+6=7, 1d6=2

Whoosh! the attack was a misrable miss (natural 1, ugh!!)

 

[jkason]

Donovan Tepari, human cleric

Donovan gimaces at the physical and verbal attack, but says nothing. Instead, he takes a step back, mumbling something as his hands move in vagues circles. Smoke seems to billow forth from him, filling the room, even as he cries out "Fire! Fire! Run for your lives!"

[sblock=OOC]Casting Obscuring Mist. He probably can't get out of AoO range, so his Concentration is +9 if he takes damage. Trying to convince the combatants that the mist is smoke to break them out of their fight and into flight, as it were.[/sblock]

 

[Dragonwriter]

Orion

Orion winces and cowers a little as the objects fly at him. As the mist/smoke begins to fill the room, he mumbles, "Oh dear, this isn't going well... Naberius help me..."

Then the scholar's eyes flash. He points at one of the men nearer the door. He shouts out, his voice suddenly growing deep and harsh, "FLEE!"

He then steps from his stool-top to the bar and hops down to take cover there.

[sblock=Actions]
Using Naberius' Persuasive Words (ToM 42). Effectively a command to flee, Will DC 14 negates. Then hiding behind the bar. [/sblock]