(IC) DND 3.5 Enter Planescape


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"Mordrigaarz, friend." Luke nods at unexpected arrivals.

"Some clueless just dropped in, and I was lucky to be there to greet and orient them. We got pulled into a task to find a berk lost. And now these are trying to 'help' my primes. The woman is the caster..."
he finds a position to aim at the woman and release the moment she starts to cast.
"I'd like to not kill any of the bleakers, but if we enter the fight anything goes. I'd like to avoid it if possible, do you think you could disable few of them without others knowing? Charm maybe?"
 

Bimble

After the jump and some muffled attacks, Bimble directed Rao next to Mr Black in front of the witch. He checked the man out, and got a sense that he seemed to be in control of his means. Staring at the spellcaster, he defiantly said: "we don't want trouble, but we'll protect our own!"

OOC: Both Bimble and Rao will ready an action and attack the spellcaster if she casts
 

Round 3: Conversations
The gaunt women clears her throat and says "Harassing patrons and looking for barmies, your the sodding berk's we've been hunting for murder!" ((Convincing her otherwise will require a diplomacy check and a good one at that to convince her or surrender. A skillful lie will also work.))

"EH? Worms Counting will be they, soft have gotten you? Too talk soft now. Easily blade my can inscribe, the book dead in." You remember how annoying xaostics speak at some parts of the hive, and how most members want to kill first ask questions never.
 

Mr. Black
Perception: 0
Sense Motive: 4
Search: 6
AC: 14;
FF: 13;
Touch: 11
Spell Slots"
0: [X] [X] [] [] []
1st: [X] [x] [X] []
HP: 8
Init: 1
Fort: 2
Ref: 1
Will: 2
Buffs: none


"Murder?! Like I told you, I've hardly been here for six hours. I've been wandering aimlessly, dodging thugs and pick-pockets, just looking for a place to eat and sleep. Can we de-escalate and be reasonable? I, literally, have no idea who anyone is, including you. Why are you casting spells on me? Who got murdered??

Mr. Black, sheaths his sword and moves next to the dog, with Bimble behind him. He's intent to not use any of the local lingo to punctuate the fact that he has no motive or clue as to what its going on. He's also careful to move in a position where his next spell will hit the maximum number of targets.

Move so I can hit the spellcaster with a narrow part of the cone, miss the dog, have Bimble behind me and have the cone spread out towards her goons.

Not casting, though. Currently using my action to use diplomacy.
diplomacy: 1D20+6 = [16]+6 = 22

Edit: Also, is she telling the truth??? or is she trying to con me?
Sense Motive: 1D20+4 = [10]+4 = 14
 

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