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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cage-Rattler" data-source="post: 4038922" data-attributes="member: 52785">István, Sonata:[sblock] ooc: Ambrus, you're right; I forgot István's AoO last round.  Here it comes: "Previously, in Round 5..."   <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f61b.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":p" title="Stick out tongue    :p"  data-smilie="7"data-shortname=":p" /> ...ducking low under his adversary's wild swing, the crystal blade once more caused sparks to fly from the reave's armor.  (AC 18 hits; 7 damage before DR.)As István and the reave whirled apart, each attempting to gauge the state of the other, a clear, strong voice suddenly breaks into song.  The reave looks about in bewilderment; István, momentarily imagining himself as being in the midst of an epic battle, takes advantage of his opponent's confusion and lunges hard and fast, his rapier leading the way.The blade plunges in deep; deeper than even the gnome expected.  With some surprise, István realises that he found the gap between the reave's breastplate and heavy belt.The reave blinks at the gnome, equally surprised -- before he topples to the hard ground with a crash.  (Natural 19+11 threatens; 17+11 confirms critical; 9 WP damage, no DR.  Hooray for two criticals in subsequent rounds!  Hooray for Bard Song's damage boost!   <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /> )In the relative silence that follows, shrill whistles can be heard, carried on the night air and approaching quickly.Status:István = 13 VP / 12 WPReave = Dead or Dying [/sblock]The thug swallowed a little thickly.  "Er, right you are, cutter.  Now the Dogs, they fancy themselves to be a bunch of high-up coney-catchers and crow-feeders; chant is their top-shelf bashers used to be Blood War mercs.  Chant also says they've got a bit of fiendish muscle to back 'em up, too.  Don't know if that's all screed or not, myself.   They're more than just a bunch o' gleamin' pips, though; they know how to run the cross-trade, and they've been offerin' a gad o' jink for any knight who helps 'em scrag those primes what they've been peery about."  He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Ah, that's where me and my bloods came in.  Anyway, the best way to get a hold of the Black Dogs is to pass the word around the Hive's night markets -- it never hurts to drop some garnish, either -- and if they think you're offerin' something worthwhile, one of them'll come to you."As he speaks, faint shrill whistles can be heard from far off, carried on the night air and approaching quickly.  Gerad fidgeted a bit and licked his lips."Oi, that'll be the Hardheads, then.  So, whaddya say, cutters?  Let me give those addle-coves  the slip, and I'll put in a good word to the Dogs for ya."=======================================There was a round of general agreement, and the small group of friends returned to their beds and eventually, sleep.  Despite his weariness, Anthony slept fitfully, jerking awake more than once at unremembered nightmares.  Each time, though, the waking world was as it should be, and eventually the aasimar managed to pass the rest of the night in undisturbed slumber.OOC Anthony Orchidaceae:[sblock]We're a little ahead of the other group, and I'll try to speed myself up so you can rejoin each other, if you want to sit tight.  If you don't want to sit tight, you're always free to take the initiative in rejoining them, too.   <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /> [/sblock]</blockquote>

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