The man just bwside the door, leaning on a walking stick replies to Angus, "Aye, it's a volunteer clinic. Been waiting all week to have i'm look me knee, what got twisted up when I took a tumble on the stair. Been hopping around since. Line's moving oretty quick, probably no more 'an a hour's wait if you queue up now."
See these events unfold sam “right” puts down the hood “now now let’s not get to pent up here, right so who’s in charge here” he says with a friendly grin having his hands up in the air
<ooc: sorry for this devopment, but this is a really xenophobic city. There's barely a halfling or elf paying to live here - it's not free in the fiscal sense. Sam would definitely stand out and they would assume he's hostile. It's not fair, but they're not good people.
Consider this. You can grab some stuff and run. Technically, you're all here illegally. If you fight, you'll lose. Most likely you'll end up imprisoned if your caught. That's not game over, but it is a setback. and, although these PCs don't know it yet, there is a timer, of sorts, running here: so I would advise against capture as you'll probably lose like a day>
"It can talk?" a man screams in disbelief as they trip and fall on a sewer grate while trying to flee. Scrambling to his feet, he hurries away down the street.
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Cryptic Gravity
Gravity whistles gleefully while observing the response of the crowd. She leaps forward to unmount from the steel defender, then moves within the melee range of Sam. She will prick the large comrade with her screwdriver and Sam should lose the extra height and weight to transform into a medium creature. (Reduce)
"Ladies and gentlemen! We mean you no harm. We come in peace". She makes peace sign by sticking out the index and middle finger as if she has been trying to communicate with aliens. She has regained her natural weight and height, thus she doesn't look like a halfling. Then she will create the illusory image of a white flag and wave it side by side to provide further proof of their peaceful intention. (Prestidigitation)
"It can talk?" a man screams in disbelief as they trip and fall on a sewer grate while trying to flee. Scrambling to his feet, he hurries away down the street.
Sam looks at T giving a quick single as to not step out of the shadows “well I’m guessing this is going side ways let the worlds serpent give you mercy…from me” as he says that he will cast wall of wind and say to gravity “quick nick some useful stuff” and Sam will run the nearest smith and goes “weapons now!!”
Angus thanks the man, and with his permission, briefly lays hands on his knee for a point or two of healing, before excusing himself and following after the guard to see what all the fuss is about.
OOC If I understood right, this sort of divine magic is tolerated. If I misunderstood, cancel this action.
OOC If I understood right, this sort of divine magic is tolerated. If I misunderstood, cancel this action.
<Yeah, technically it is, there's just not a lot of it going on in the city, mostly youd get it from like a bard. Not too many paladins of non-evil deities in town.>
The man looks a bit surprised thst a stranger ger is touching his wounded knee, but ceases his protests when he notices relief. "Ah. Hmm. Uhhh. Thank you, sir. Hmm." and he departs. The rest of the the crows mumbles to one another. "Free" "giving it away" "a mage' they look to Angus with hungry eyes. As they move toward him, descending into a small huddle, a micro-mob, the street us flooded with a dozen or more pedestrians fleeing from the direction in which the city watch set off.
More whistles sound as armor clad figures run theough tbe streets toward the alley. "Watchman down! Call for a Cloak." At this three blasts of a whistle in tje sistsnce sound. The footsteps draw near. Three guards arrive at the end of the alleyway. Feom disparate directions, converging on the trio of Sam, Tetrevess and Gravity. "Oi! Halt. You are charged with assaulting an officer and disturbing the peace. Come along quietly for questioning and you'll be dealt with according to the law. Do not resist!" one shouts.
More whistles sound as armor clad figures run theough tbe streets toward the alley. "Watchman down! Call for a Cloak." At this three blasts of a whistle in tje sistsnce sound. The footsteps draw near. Three guards arrive at the end of the alleyway. Feom disparate directions, converging on the trio of Sam, Tetrevess and Gravity. "Oi! Halt. You are charged with assaulting an officer and disturbing the peace. Come along quietly for questioning and you'll be dealt with according to the law. Do not resist!" one shouts.
<ooc: feel free to resist.>
“I am samogri the primus tryannus reborn word and judgement of the world serpent” and then proceeded to pull out his holy symbol “I come to collect my peoples property that your ruler zastam holds” “ I will come peacefully I only need your word by blood I will not be harmed and I will help heal your friend and give him money for his family or himself”
sam also pulls out a head out of his bag of holding
“Tell him maghandam has been slay by me and I wish to speak with him directly” he raises the head high above for the guard and the clock to see
Angus pushes his way through the crowd, easily losing those following him as they are caught in the chaos of the fleeing pedestrians. He follows the guard by ear as he hears the spu d of multiple whistles blasting to see a guard swept off his feet and thrown backwards, landing on the ground, hard. Fi di g the guard he followed joined by two others, Angus looks on as he shouts loudly into a side street (the alleyway, bit Angus wouldn't know it's an alley)
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"Tell it to the Blade o' Just..!" the guard starts to shout over Sam, halting as he sees him pull a disembodied head from his bag. "He's got a head!" The guard shouts.
On of the other guards takes aim with a crossbow. "Drop it! On the ground, now! All of you!"
Chadderlay Wittmoore steps out of the Embassy and down the few short steps to the snow covered ground below, his footsteps crunching in the snow and his breath steaming in the crisp wintery air. He has a bald, tattooed head and long flowing red robes that mark him easily identifiable as a wizard of some sort. Noticing a capable warrior of some sort wearing a orange greatcoat of fine quality with golden ornamentation, not something commonly seen but there are a few people wearing them, usually very important people that are noteworthy to some degree, heading toward an alley along with some guards, Chadderlay feels this might be of some interest and follows on the heels of the procession quickly.
Calling out to those ahead, hoping to get some sort of explanation of just what is going on, "Ho there! What is all the commotion about? What is going on here?"
Chadderlay will summon his cat familiar from it's pocket dimension about half way between himself and the group heading toward the alleyway. It is piebald colored cat with a tuxedo coloration pattern having some black on its head and body but having white on it's face, underbelly and paws, thus giving it the color name tuxedo.
"Mister Fancy, run ahead and see what is happening." Chadderlay will give instructions to his familiar.
"Tell it to the Blade o' Just..!" the guard starts to shout over Sam, halting as he sees him pull a disembodied head from his bag. "He's got a head!" The guard shouts.
On of the other guards takes aim with a crossbow. "Drop it! On the ground, now! All of you!"
<Roll initiative>
CW1(yelling, sword) 14
CW2 (spear) 7
CW3 (crossbow) 8
“fine you leave me with no choice” sam will pull out his flame toung weapon Initiative 13
The man just bwside the door, leaning on a walking stick replies to Angus, "Aye, it's a volunteer clinic. Been waiting all week to have i'm look me knee, what got twisted up when I took a tumble on the stair. Been hopping around since. Line's moving oretty quick, probably no more 'an a hour's wait if you queue up now."
See these events unfold sam “right” puts down the hood “now now let’s not get to pent up here, right so who’s in charge here” he says with a friendly grin having his hands up in the air
<ooc: sorry for this devopment, but this is a really xenophobic city. There's barely a halfling or elf paying to live here - it's not free in the fiscal sense. Sam would definitely stand out and they would assume he's hostile. It's not fair, but they're not good people.
Consider this. You can grab some stuff and run. Technically, you're all here illegally. If you fight, you'll lose. Most likely you'll end up imprisoned if your caught. That's not game over, but it is a setback. and, although these PCs don't know it yet, there is a timer, of sorts, running here: so I would advise against capture as you'll probably lose like a day>
"It can talk?" a man screams in disbelief as they trip and fall on a sewer grate while trying to flee. Scrambling to his feet, he hurries away down the street.
Cryptic Gravity
Gravity whistles gleefully while observing the response of the crowd. She leaps forward to unmount from the steel defender, then moves within the melee range of Sam. She will prick the large comrade with her screwdriver and Sam should lose the extra height and weight to transform into a medium creature. (Reduce)
"Ladies and gentlemen! We mean you no harm. We come in peace". She makes peace sign by sticking out the index and middle finger as if she has been trying to communicate with aliens. She has regained her natural weight and height, thus she doesn't look like a halfling. Then she will create the illusory image of a white flag and wave it side by side to provide further proof of their peaceful intention. (Prestidigitation)
Charisma [Deception] 19
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
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Sam looks at T giving a quick single as to not step out of the shadows “well I’m guessing this is going side ways let the worlds serpent give you mercy…from me” as he says that he will cast wall of wind and say to gravity “quick nick some useful stuff” and Sam will run the nearest smith and goes “weapons now!!”
tetrevess sighs and says “I guess we’ve made an entrance. Remember, I’m just a scholar”. He steps into the shadowy alley.
Angus thanks the man, and with his permission, briefly lays hands on his knee for a point or two of healing, before excusing himself and following after the guard to see what all the fuss is about.
OOC If I understood right, this sort of divine magic is tolerated. If I misunderstood, cancel this action.
@InkedBee: are you lying? Do you mean them harm? Seems like it would be a persuasion check, rather than deception. Unless I'm missing something.
Guard Str save 12 (vs. Wind wall)
You hear more guards on theor way.
<what's in the alley? I mean, I put you there to not immediately spring this result. There are some crstes abd barrels and some other old junk.>
That guard takes 12
The guard's down, but he blew the whistle; next round more are showing up.
<Yeah, technically it is, there's just not a lot of it going on in the city, mostly youd get it from like a bard. Not too many paladins of non-evil deities in town.>
The man looks a bit surprised thst a stranger ger is touching his wounded knee, but ceases his protests when he notices relief. "Ah. Hmm. Uhhh. Thank you, sir. Hmm." and he departs. The rest of the the crows mumbles to one another. "Free" "giving it away" "a mage' they look to Angus with hungry eyes. As they move toward him, descending into a small huddle, a micro-mob, the street us flooded with a dozen or more pedestrians fleeing from the direction in which the city watch set off.
More whistles sound as armor clad figures run theough tbe streets toward the alley. "Watchman down! Call for a Cloak." At this three blasts of a whistle in tje sistsnce sound. The footsteps draw near. Three guards arrive at the end of the alleyway. Feom disparate directions, converging on the trio of Sam, Tetrevess and Gravity. "Oi! Halt. You are charged with assaulting an officer and disturbing the peace. Come along quietly for questioning and you'll be dealt with according to the law. Do not resist!" one shouts.
<ooc: feel free to resist.>
“I am samogri the primus tryannus reborn word and judgement of the world serpent” and then proceeded to pull out his holy symbol “I come to collect my peoples property that your ruler zastam holds” “ I will come peacefully I only need your word by blood I will not be harmed and I will help heal your friend and give him money for his family or himself”
sam also pulls out a head out of his bag of holding
“Tell him maghandam has been slay by me and I wish to speak with him directly” he raises the head high above for the guard and the clock to see
16 persuasion
Angus will attempt to slip away in the sudden influx of pedestrians, and follow the guards.
Angus pushes his way through the crowd, easily losing those following him as they are caught in the chaos of the fleeing pedestrians. He follows the guard by ear as he hears the spu d of multiple whistles blasting to see a guard swept off his feet and thrown backwards, landing on the ground, hard. Fi di g the guard he followed joined by two others, Angus looks on as he shouts loudly into a side street (the alleyway, bit Angus wouldn't know it's an alley)
"Tell it to the Blade o' Just..!" the guard starts to shout over Sam, halting as he sees him pull a disembodied head from his bag. "He's got a head!" The guard shouts.
On of the other guards takes aim with a crossbow. "Drop it! On the ground, now! All of you!"
<Roll initiative>
CW1(yelling, sword) 5
CW2 (spear) 2
CW3 (crossbow) 3
Chadderlay Wittmoore steps out of the Embassy and down the few short steps to the snow covered ground below, his footsteps crunching in the snow and his breath steaming in the crisp wintery air. He has a bald, tattooed head and long flowing red robes that mark him easily identifiable as a wizard of some sort. Noticing a capable warrior of some sort wearing a orange greatcoat of fine quality with golden ornamentation, not something commonly seen but there are a few people wearing them, usually very important people that are noteworthy to some degree, heading toward an alley along with some guards, Chadderlay feels this might be of some interest and follows on the heels of the procession quickly.
Calling out to those ahead, hoping to get some sort of explanation of just what is going on, "Ho there! What is all the commotion about? What is going on here?"
Chadderlay will summon his cat familiar from it's pocket dimension about half way between himself and the group heading toward the alleyway. It is piebald colored cat with a tuxedo coloration pattern having some black on its head and body but having white on it's face, underbelly and paws, thus giving it the color name tuxedo.
"Mister Fancy, run ahead and see what is happening." Chadderlay will give instructions to his familiar.
“fine you leave me with no choice” sam will pull out his flame toung weapon
Initiative 13
(@Wile_E_Coyote, Gravity doesn't want to harm them. The fact is that she doesn't believe in 'peace', so it's a half lie.)
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
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