I always feel guilty when the B Team gets butchered. How'd your players receive it?
Carlao holds out his badge, “I, Carlao, am a constable of the Royal Homeland Constabulary. Lorcan Kell, it is both my duty and pleasure to inform you that you are under arrest for 985 counts of burglary, 354 counts of murder-”
Kell interrupts: “Now I’m no numbers man, but…” Lorcan waves his index finger around, making it obvious he is counting the constables “I think that’s 358 counts of murder.”
In one lightning quick action, Kell pulls a machete out from his coat and impales it in a gap between Carlo’s upper and lower armour. “Quinten was a good mate, you know.”
The scene devolves into chaotic battle. Dima goes to cast hold person on Kell, but the woman flanking Kell counterspells it. Josiah opens fire on the gunmen behind Kell. Serena advances on the elven woman, Kate Glenn, after quickly deducing that she is armed with magic. The man flanking Kell, Nick Reder, closes in on Carlao, throws him to the floor. With his feet, he steps on the cavaliers back and with his hand he pulls Carlao’s arm backwards and dislocates a shoulder.
Dima looks between Carlao and Serena. She could help the cavalier, but she knows Carlao is best equipped to deal with a foe in melee. Instead, she opts to close in on Kate with Serena, knowing the rogue benefits from teamfighting tactics. Dima and Serena trade blows with Kate. Lorcan joins the fray by walking up to Dima, fury on his face, and striking her to down to near unconsciousness.
Then, a bullet pings off Lorcan’s tophat, knocking it to the ground. The gunslinger fires again, but Lorcan grabs Dima, and raises her off the ground to intercept the bullet. Then, Lorcan throws her to the ground. She is left bleeding, helplessly watching the fight unfold. Lorcan turns, smiling at Josiah.
He walks to Josiah whilst suffering a barrage of bullets. Some harmlessly skim his coat but one pierces his chest. Blood begins to pool. Josiah goes to solidify his victory with another shot. His gun clicks. And clicks again. It’s jammed. Josiah desperately tries to clear it as Lorcan closes in. Now in close quarters, Josiah does not stand a chance. He is killed in a matter of seconds, far faster than Dima fell.
Meanwhile, Kate tries to approach Lorcan to heal his wounds. In a moment of weakness, a bloodied Serena lands a critical blow, slicing Kate’s neck. She falls to the ground next to Dima.
Carlao manages to reach for his longsword and strike out at Nick, who retaliates by stomping on Carlao’s head. Claro nearly manages to break the grapple, but plates from Nick’s armour begin to dislodge, travel towards his hand, and manifest as an iron grip grasping Claro’s arm. Lorcan by this point is approaching Serena. Serena throws a dagger which penetrates Lorcan’s shoulder. He rips it out, and throws it back at the rogue. It flies past her, deftly slicing her throat. Blood pours out of her neck, and she too falls to the ground.
Kell withdraws another dagger from his coat and slides it along the ground to Nick. Nick and Carlao are now both bloody after their traded blows. The full metal monk and the cavalier reach for the dagger. At this point, Carlao sees the bodies of his fallen comrades. It creates a moment of hesitation that allows Nick to secure the weapon, and end Carlao’s life.
Lorcan reaches down for his hat, dusts it off and places it on his head. He tips his tophat to the Brakken, who stands paralyzed by shock. “Afternoon mediator.” His courteous greeting contrasts harshly with the pools of blood and lifeless bodies that decorate the floor. Lifeless except one. Dima’s breathing brings a beaming smile to the butcher’s face. “Nick, get her on her feet.”
Nick lifts the cleric to her feet. Dima, barely conscious, wheezes in pain. Lorcan checks his pocket watch. “Trust me, I would love to draw this out, but my ride out arrives shortly. So let’s make this quick.” Lorcan gestures around him. “Take a good look, constable.” Dima struggles to raise her eyes at Carlao, the noble, Serena, her good sister, and Josiah, prince charming. As Dima gazes, Kell inspects his machete, shakes his head and places it in the inner pocket of his coat. Instead, he withdraws this old, rusted dagger. “Take a good look at your dead friends. Coz it’s the last thing you’ll ever see!” Lorcan lunges at the dwarf with his dagger...Dima cannot even summon the breath to scream.
The scene is reflected in Brakken’s eyes, the minotaur still too powerless to move.
I hope Kieran is as mad as Tinker.the alchemist in my campaign is the younger brother to Tinker Oddcog
Price 3,000 gp
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