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So. do we roll initiative then or what..............................
"You want the entire city to roll for initiative? Do you have any idea how long that would take?"
"You could do groups?"
"Still no good. The Guild of Bakers would want to bake their own rolls for a start. You have no idea how hard it is to run a city sometimes."
"You seem to manage."
"Exactly. That's what I do. I'm senior management."
"We could suddenly attack you without rolling intiative. There are precedents," said Tahsa darkly.
"I know what you did to Mirzak. That was uncalled-for. Your DM shouldn't have allowed it."
"There is no DM. There is only me."
For the first time, Ming Vahz looked unsure of herself. "What do you mean, there is no DM? That is not possible. It would be anarchy."
"Works for us."
"But, but, who runs all my courtiers and guards and ... who is running me?"
"No-one."
"No-one? No-one??? But ... But ...
At this point, Footnote, who hadn't met Ming before and didn't know how dangerous she was, played a little melody on his pan-pipes and suggested with his most charming smile that perhaps the beautiful lady would care to dance? Ming was taken aback slightly but if there was one thing she was good at, it was footwork and she'd never danced with a half-satyr before. She laughed and graciously accepted. After all, she could have them all killed later.
Footnote played a tricky melody with a complex rhythm that went ti-ti-TUM-ti-TUM-ti, ti-ti-TUM-ti-TUM-ti, and he tapped his hoof on every "TUM". Ming quickly adapted to the odd six-step and she whirled around with Footnote, matching his every move expertly. As they went faster and faster, to the applause of the onlookers, some sort of resonance happened in the air between them. Something mystical happened. A part of Footnote's mind, the part that Tasha and Goatee had 'seen' beneath the surface, burst forth like a flower from its bud. Footnote transcended. There is no other word for it. He multiclassed and gained one level of UA Mystic3, Order of the Avatar, with the Mystic Charm talent and with Mantle of Awe, Mantle of Courage, and Mantle of Joy as his Disciplines. He was going places in the charm stakes. Ming failed saving throw afer saving throw and was captivated. She was putty in his hands. She dropped her guard, her eyes dancing with delight.
Tasha Detached and checked with Goatee.
Now?
Now. Strike swiftly. Sever that nerve bundle, under there.
Tasha's halberd nodded and, with a deft 'movement', it sliced there.
Ming felt something happen in her mind but shrugged it off. She was too bound up in the dance. The scent of satyr filled her nostrils like a drug. Gradually, Footnote slowed the pace. His music quietened. The dance ended and he released Ming. She knew she had been charmed but she didn't care. She felt young again.
The frolic over, Ming returned to her role as Sorcerer King. She ruled a city. Her old adversaries were a reminder of a time when she was weaker and easily defeated. They could not be allowed to live. She must show no weakness before the under-lords of the city. She raised her Orb and unleashed a mighty spell that would instantly annihilate the five adventurers. She intoned the Word of Death and ...
... nothing happened. She tried a lesser spell, and again nothing happened. She tried to summon a Mage Hand and ... nothing happened.
"Something wrong?" enquired Tasha, "Sorcery not working any more for you? Never mind, eh? You've put lots of levels into Monk, I expect? We're only level 7 or 8 and there are only the five of us ..."
With a scream of fury, Ming rained a flurry of blows onto Tasha's armour. But Tasha had the Heavy Armour Master feat and many of the blows were absorbed harmlessly. Thwarted, Ming fled with blinding speed to the safety of her palace, leaving our friends free to enter the city.
"How about, the first thing we do is, we find a tavern?" suggested Footnote.
"Good idea," agreed Albert, pocketing Ming's Orb.
It had been an ordinary morning in the Skull's Head Tavern ...
"You want the entire city to roll for initiative? Do you have any idea how long that would take?"
"You could do groups?"
"Still no good. The Guild of Bakers would want to bake their own rolls for a start. You have no idea how hard it is to run a city sometimes."
"You seem to manage."
"Exactly. That's what I do. I'm senior management."
"We could suddenly attack you without rolling intiative. There are precedents," said Tahsa darkly.
"I know what you did to Mirzak. That was uncalled-for. Your DM shouldn't have allowed it."
"There is no DM. There is only me."
For the first time, Ming Vahz looked unsure of herself. "What do you mean, there is no DM? That is not possible. It would be anarchy."
"Works for us."
"But, but, who runs all my courtiers and guards and ... who is running me?"
"No-one."
"No-one? No-one??? But ... But ...
At this point, Footnote, who hadn't met Ming before and didn't know how dangerous she was, played a little melody on his pan-pipes and suggested with his most charming smile that perhaps the beautiful lady would care to dance? Ming was taken aback slightly but if there was one thing she was good at, it was footwork and she'd never danced with a half-satyr before. She laughed and graciously accepted. After all, she could have them all killed later.
Footnote played a tricky melody with a complex rhythm that went ti-ti-TUM-ti-TUM-ti, ti-ti-TUM-ti-TUM-ti, and he tapped his hoof on every "TUM". Ming quickly adapted to the odd six-step and she whirled around with Footnote, matching his every move expertly. As they went faster and faster, to the applause of the onlookers, some sort of resonance happened in the air between them. Something mystical happened. A part of Footnote's mind, the part that Tasha and Goatee had 'seen' beneath the surface, burst forth like a flower from its bud. Footnote transcended. There is no other word for it. He multiclassed and gained one level of UA Mystic3, Order of the Avatar, with the Mystic Charm talent and with Mantle of Awe, Mantle of Courage, and Mantle of Joy as his Disciplines. He was going places in the charm stakes. Ming failed saving throw afer saving throw and was captivated. She was putty in his hands. She dropped her guard, her eyes dancing with delight.
Tasha Detached and checked with Goatee.
Now?
Now. Strike swiftly. Sever that nerve bundle, under there.
Tasha's halberd nodded and, with a deft 'movement', it sliced there.
Ming felt something happen in her mind but shrugged it off. She was too bound up in the dance. The scent of satyr filled her nostrils like a drug. Gradually, Footnote slowed the pace. His music quietened. The dance ended and he released Ming. She knew she had been charmed but she didn't care. She felt young again.
The frolic over, Ming returned to her role as Sorcerer King. She ruled a city. Her old adversaries were a reminder of a time when she was weaker and easily defeated. They could not be allowed to live. She must show no weakness before the under-lords of the city. She raised her Orb and unleashed a mighty spell that would instantly annihilate the five adventurers. She intoned the Word of Death and ...
... nothing happened. She tried a lesser spell, and again nothing happened. She tried to summon a Mage Hand and ... nothing happened.
"Something wrong?" enquired Tasha, "Sorcery not working any more for you? Never mind, eh? You've put lots of levels into Monk, I expect? We're only level 7 or 8 and there are only the five of us ..."
With a scream of fury, Ming rained a flurry of blows onto Tasha's armour. But Tasha had the Heavy Armour Master feat and many of the blows were absorbed harmlessly. Thwarted, Ming fled with blinding speed to the safety of her palace, leaving our friends free to enter the city.
"How about, the first thing we do is, we find a tavern?" suggested Footnote.
"Good idea," agreed Albert, pocketing Ming's Orb.
It had been an ordinary morning in the Skull's Head Tavern ...
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