(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn IV

[Ruined]

This cannot be good, Kristoff thought as he watched the trio. Still, they obviously murdered Masthead. They’ll likely try the same with us.

He pulled his sword free from its scabbard and held it before him. Kristoff truly hoped he and Gurian could dissuade them from fighting in the tavern. But if it came to that, he would not be caught unaware.

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OOC: Umm, hoping it won't come to it here in the tavern, but do you need to know my memorized spells Jack? Here's the typical allotment:
0 - Detect Magic, Light , Mending
1 – Bless, Shield of Faith
Domain – Magic Weapon

Also, I'm curious how to do the Luck domain granted power here on the message boards.

 

[Scorpio]

[OOC:Just got 4 days of threads all at once....Grrrrrr]

D'Artagnon stands up, whip in clear view.

"Why don't you," staring at Patch, 'eye-to-eye', "Explain yourself, your business, and your...pets"? He drinks a deep draught of ale...

"Let me re-phrase that, I'm not asking. Explain."
He uncoils the whip with a hissssing sound.

 

[Cule]

Izra sees this new turn of events and stands up from his chair. Even though he just met this group of adventurers he decides to throw his lot with them. He prepares his barkskin spell just in case the situation resorts to combat.

 

[neoweasel]

[Just a quick OOC question: if a person gets into combat with someone who they know to be a murderer, by the murderer's own admission, and kills them is that illegal or are there some sort of self-defense/pro-vigilanteism laws?]

Also, I'd like to ready a trip (using the guisarme and improved trip if you allow readies outside of combat) for the first of the three thugs who moves within 10' of Gurian. If they're already within 10', a change that to a 5' step back and a trip on the first one to attack.

(Trip attack: +4 touch attack, Trip opposed check +7, follow-up attack +4, damage 2d4+4 crit x3)

 

[Jack Haggerty]

[Just a quick OOC question: if a person gets into combat with someone who they know to be a murderer, by the murderer's own admission, and kills them is that illegal or are there some sort of self-defense/pro-vigilanteism laws?]

OOC: That, I suspect, is one for the judges, or whoever designed Orussus to decide. I'd suspect that either way, you'd probably be better off not getting into a lethal brawl in the middle of the Red Dragon Inn.

...They’ll likely try the same with us....

...Kristoff truly hoped he and Gurian could dissuade them from fighting in the tavern...

OOC: Umm, hoping it won't come to it here in the tavern...

Then, perhaps a there is a better way to dissuade such ruffians, a little voice at the back of Kristoff's mind warns him, rather than drawing weapons, and threatening them.

Then again, when has a cleric of Grendath ever listened to such voices.

Also, I'm curious how to do the Luck domain granted power here on the message boards.

OOC: Unless there's a better answer, I'll use my good judgement as a DM, and you'll get the advantage when you need it. Back to the action...

The trio look thrououghly unimpressed at the blustering of the landlubbers.

"Nothin' coherent, eh?" Patches replies with knowing leer, "Now that is unfortunate, mate. Comes from all the rum. Masthead an' I, ye see, we had a li'l misunderstandin'. He done stole somthin' from us, that we'd like back... 'Tis nothin' fer you lubbers to worry yer pretty heads about, now."

Patch steps forward, apparently to search the body, but Gurian's guisarme swings out low for his ankles. The thug notices the movement out of the corner of his eye, and lifts his foot to let the hook swing by beneath. At the last moment, he stomps down on the blade, and leans over with all his weight. With the sudden jar, Gurian loses his grip on the weapon, and it clatters to the floor. "I ain't a tree to be pruned with a farmer's hook, lubber."

Taking the lead from Patch, Muscles walks up to Kristoff, towering over him. He reaches out with a deftness belied by his size and grasps Kristoff's sword hand in an iron clutch. With a crushing twist, he wrenches the priest's longsword free, and brandishes his new toy.

Foot steps can be heard coming up the stairs from the cellar.

"Mighty poor hospitality to show a couple old salts coming in fer a drink, mates," Patch announces. "And mighty disrespectiful of good ol' Joe, our host, eh?"

 

[neoweasel]

Foot steps can be heard coming up the stairs from the cellar.

"Mighty poor hospitality to show a couple old salts coming in fer a drink, mates," Patch announces. "And mighty disrespectiful of good ol' Joe, our host, eh?"

"I feel no compunction to be hospitable to a group of admitted murderers," snarls Gurian, "and I meant no disrespect to our host. I felt that he would prefer not to be bothered to take out the trash that blew into his establishmen, if someone else were willing to do so."

 

[Ruined]

Kristoff managed a smile up at the towering brute known as Muscles. So this is how it goes, Kristoff? You blink and this one takes your sword away from you?. He held up his hands to show he meant no harm to these killers.

"It'd probably be best if Jack did come up here." He directed his comment at Patch, while saying it loud enough that hopefully anyone in the cellar would hear. "A man's been murdered, and its making the patrons jumpy, as you can see."

 

[Jack Haggerty]

"It'd probably be best if Jack did come up here."

OOC: That's Joe, not Jack...

The steps from the cellar grow closer, and just before the cellar door opens, Patch nods to Muscles, who promptly thrusts Kristoff's sword through the gash in the dead sailor's back. Shorty's knife vanishes in the blink of an eye, and the trio step back a few paces.

Joe walks in from the cellar carrying a fresh keg of ale. He sets the keg down on the bar, and surveys in the tableau. Crossing his arms, he raises a questioning eyebrow.

"Don't know what happened, Joe," Patch jumps in. "We just made anchor and decided to come in fer a drink or two, and what do we find? This poor feller what's got a sword in his back. We never saw a thing, though... Must have happened just 'fore we walked in. I don't s'ppose ye'll be needin' us to stick around as witnesses, eh?"

Joe shakes his head and points toward the door.

"Then we'll be back to our ship, Joe. Ye'll know where to find us, if'n ye'll be needin' us."

The three thugs smugly leave the inn by the front door.

Joe sternly stands back by the bar, arms still crossed, apparently waiting for an explaination.

 

[neoweasel]

OOC: That's Joe, not Jack...

Joe sternly stands back by the bar, arms still crossed, apparently waiting for an explaination.

Gurian turns to Joe, fuming, and says "Well, congratulations. You just let the people who killed this man go. You didn't even summon the watch before sending them on their way! No one touch that sword. Maybe we can get a spellcaster to use some sort of magic to see that the last "person" to touch it was a hobgoblin."

 

[Jack Haggerty]

Plainly unwilling to to take that sort of guff from anyone in his own inn, Joe furrows his brow and frowns at Gurian, whose distinctive polearm still lies on the floor at his feet.

The serving girl walks in from the kitchen, carrying a plateful of that young and tender meat ordered earlier. She lets loose a little exclamation of surprise at the sight of the dead body. "Why don't I go get Brother Cadfel," she suggests to Joe, setting the plate of food aside. Joe nods, and she hurries out the front door.

Joe, now tapping his foot impatiently, looks pointedly at the sword planted firmly in Masthead's back before raising a questioning eyebrow toward Kristoff and his empty scabbard.