I reckon she's angry enough at the pirates who murdered her friends, and maybe doesn't have much anger left over for you,Varet says quietly to Seldor, and then downs the rest of his ale. But sure, I'll tag along with her, see what's up. Meet you at the docks, I guess - one way or another. Hey,don't leave without us. He places his mug on the bar, and looks quickly around the room. Depending on how busy it is, and the layout of the room, if it's a viable option he will try to sneak out without attracting the attention of Carl and his buddy: Stealth 11.
Outside, he jogs to catch up with Alex, who I assume is walking away at some speed, and falls in beside her. I'm sorry for your loss,he says. He keeps walking, jogging if necessary to keep up with the monk. I was also thinking of taking a walk up to see this Trade Federation guy, Ellaren. He seems to be an important and permanent fixture around these parts. My original idea was to ask him about our fine Captain Abraham, as he might know more than our friendly barkeeper. And unless you've done so already, we could also ask about pirate groups in the area where your ship was attacked; Federation bigwigs tend to keep track of that kind of information. What do you think - want to come with?
Noting the brouhaha bubbling in this ragtag bunch who had only just met, and despite not being particularly interested in the plights of a total stranger, nor bringing gifts to yet another unknown individual on the off chance that they might be hired, Ve was beginning to find purchase in these strings of impasses he seemed to find himself in. He turned to the one ‘man’ here who looked to be more carefree than him, the scarred tabaxi with some definite stories to tell - and not all good, it seemed - “And yourself?” - he inquired of Thrash - “What’s your plan of action for this little conundrum we find ourselves in?”
On one side was an ominous, wizened old man who just about swore some of his crew wouldn’t be making it back. On the other a band who was quite literally threatening them into labour. And in the middle, a group of perfect strangers that seemed to pull in every conceivable direction at once, at every juncture. Some of these guys didn’t look to be all there, but all in all, this was shaping up to be an interesting ride. And what could be more fun than that?
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Thrash Perception check 17
Thrash will turn his head away from Ve after noticing Alex storm out of the room before looking back to him... "Well normally I am just looking for whatever job pays best... but I also will not allow myself to be.... " The tabaxi will look to the two men before finishing his sentence "forced into service... never again..." He will say in a low growl. "I guess that leaves us working with good old captain Abraham..." He will say with a smile looking back to Ve. The tabaxi would wait a moment for a response from Ve before turning and looking to the two men once more. "I appreciate your offer and your commadant sounds like a lovley woman but I think we are going to pass..." Thrash will say in a calm voice but with a threatening undertone and showing a little more teeth than normal before turning to head out the door.
Hearing Varet jog up behind her, Alex lets out an audible sigh and drops her shoulders. "I did not mean to snap back there. This is still fresh for me. I have been on this island for a month or so." Alex turns the ranger with a look of suprise on her face. Why am I telling this strange my life story? After a visible pause her face is back to normal. "You said something about going to the Fedaration. Thats not a bad idea. Let me grab my stuff and we can head that way." She points to the beach and starts to run.
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Tha- Whoa!!exclaims Varet, unable really to say anything else as Alex zooms off towards the beach at breakneck speed. He races after her, but can’t manage to make up the gap, and eventually slows down to let her pull away, content to keep her in his line of sight. He takes the opportunity to gather his thoughts, now that he’s out of the noise and bustle of the tavern’s bar. So, the Trade Federation at odds with a bunch of pirates – Philanthropists, no doubt. Well, that was nothing new, and nothing likely to cause any trouble for Varet. Maybe after talking to Mr Ellaren, we can find out what this Commander has to say; there could be some opportuni – and with that, Varet came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the path. 'Commander'. 'The Commander', they had said the first time, but the second time they had said 'The Commandant'. As in, 'Dread Commandant'? His mind raced, thinking of everything he knew about the Philanthropists – maybe it was a common title, shared by dozens of captains all across the sea: History 16
He slowly started walking, then jogging after Alex. The Dread Commandant; that’s a big fish right there. Big enough to squash little folk like Varet and not even notice. Except apparently their group had been noticed. Crap. What does all this mean? Crap, he says, this time out loud.
Quickly shoving through the meager crowd, Varet manages to exit the bar rather unceremoniously. Looking behind him at the large man, Carl, and his smooth-talking friend, they don't seem to notice the Dun-Aelle exit the building. Instead they appear to focus their attention on the large cat-man, Thrash. After an exchange with Alex, who was visibly apologetic for her being upset, the half-elf pondered over what they had just learned. Alex sprinted off to collect her belongings, agreeing to meet with Ellaren of the Trade Federation. She was familiar with the Federation, and knew them to be very kind and helpful people whose interests seemed always vested in the side of the merchant. They were trustworthy, and a friend to any seller of wares, and enemy to all raiders - that much was certain, and merely common knowledge to anyone who had spent any time sailing and trading talks amongst the ports of Meer.
VARET
You mull over the names you had heard - specifically The Dread Commandant. This Dread bit was key here. You recall a passage in a lorebook that detailed some of the vaguer histories of the world, namely its mention of The Philanthropists. It was said to have originally been an intentionally faux-moniker - it was declared the name of the armies of the Great Darkness. Almost a milennia ago, the Dread Beetle Cocytus and the Dread Baron Von Strigoi made their deathly presence known to the world of men. They marched swarms of fiery hell-beasts and dark forest-dwellers from the ruinous wastes of the North onto the kingdom of Kalimdorran, ending its first rule. For almost five-hundred years, they ruled over Kalimdorran II, another tongue-in-cheek name, as the lands were wastelands in all but name. About that time, they disappeared from the public eye, and the war between them and Heaven's Palladia, which had been raging ever since, began to die down. After this time, Kalimdorran II became known more as a Wilderness, with no real centralized government, and many of its inhabitants rebelling against their weakened overlords. Tribes of wandering men, sharing nothing but a tumultuous history fought one another for territorial control as the forces of Cocytus and Strigoi began to recede completely from the lands. It was then that a new ruler, named under The Philanthropists as Dread King Gazoff, took up control over Kalimdorran. A native tribesman from the land, he was exonerated by The Philanthropists, who had for the past half-century operated under a more "steal from the rich, give to the poor" modus operandi. Gazoff fought, forged, and allied with the disparate tribes of the land, and brought them under his new fold: Kalimdorran the Third. This is all you can recall from your knowledge that pertains to the name "Dread."
THRASH | SELDOR | VE
The air in the tavern has certainly become more agitated. Stray looks from drinkers begin to make their way directly at the large Tabaxi, the equally large man, and the Dun-Aelle. Thrash and Ve go over their options, seeming to conclude that Abraham was their best bet. The tabaxi gets up from his seat, walking over to Carl and his companion. Thrash seemed... Determined. As if he had a point to get across, and dammit it was going to get across. He spoke calmly, yet viciously towards the two men. "Ahahah, I see," the moustached-man spoke a bit nervously. "I assure you, sir, that was not at all our intention! W-we understand, and we won't stand in your way." Thrash, having said his peace, begins towards the door - when he is stopped by a large hand. Turning around, he sees Carl for only a second, before his fist comes crashing down over the cat's head! Seemingly meant only to get his attention, Thrash shrugs off the blow, as the bald, muscle-bound dummy utters: "Mum wants to talk. Yer comin' with."
(( Combat is handled under the variant rule "Sides." The first person to go in combat rolls initiative for their side, then everyone goes in any order, then my side goes in one post, then so on and so forth. If one person on a side is surprised, everyone is surprised. I.e., a rogue's sneak attacks open up initiative for the entire party to wail on the enemies before they even have a chance to collect themselves. Wreckzorz is familiar with this ruling, follow his lead. ))
"Oh, you've made a mistake now friend... now you've gone and made me angry" the tabaxi will growl through barred teeth before letting our a deep gutteral roar with his arms outstretched and his claws bared before looking down at the bald man and quickly drawing his scimitar and slashing hard at his attacker.
Varet is a little out of breath as he finally catches up with Alex, who has probably finished collecting her stuff by the time he arrives. So, yeah, the, uh, Federation guy, he says; I can't say I've explored much on this island beyond the bottom of a mug of ale, but I heard he works out of that place at the top of the hill(if it's visible from where they are, he'll point, otherwise he'll wave his hand vaguely in what he hopes is the right direction).
If Alex has finished, they will set off together up the hill. I can't say I've ever had much in the way of direct dealings with the Federation, Varet comments. I mean, I know of them of course, everyone does. So, your ship, was it a merchant vessel, something like that?
As Thrash and Veldor converged on the bald hooligan, Ve's combative instincts kicked into place and, being in distance the individual drew his blade and slashed at the individual in a practiced way. Still inebriated, and having returned from a war-zone not that long ago, the instinct to strike happened before anything could be done about it. Having only now fallen into reality, the individual froze, looking at his own, bloodied blade. "Shit." - he cursed, knowing that whatever happened next, it wouldn't be good.
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"You little *****es!" Carl exclaimed loudly and slothfully, ejecting a massive wad of blood and mucous from his nose. By this point, the man was bleeding profusely from multiple lacerations and stab-wounds; three-on-one wasn't turning out in his favor already, and he had barely thrown his first punch. "Carl, stop!" the moustached man at the bar yelled, having realized what was now going on. Not listening to his friend at all, Carl stepped forward, making two wide swings at the tabaxi - the first sliding off his fur, barely nicking him - the second connecting with the cat's face, sending a shockwave of trauma through Thrash's nose. (( 7 )) Smugly satisfied with himself, but still gushing blood, Carl uttered a shitty chuckle while backing up, positioning himself near two tables and a wall. Only vulnerable to attack from one front, Carl motioned at the tabaxi to come for him.
With her short sword strapped to her waist and throwing her pack on. "I was on a merchant ship and had dealings with the Federation. Capt Shamus took care of the direct contact stuff."
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Thrash will shake off the blow and smile at the man as blood out of his nose and begins to cover his bared teeth. The tabaxi will slam his scimitar down hard into a nearby table nearly splitting it in half, all the while never breaking eye contact with the Carl... "Alright, If that is how you wanna do this.." Thrash will growl, rolling his shoulders before stepping towards the man and slashing his large claws towards the mans throat.
Attack: 13 Damage: 5
(That would have been a 17 attack and 9 damage if I was allowed to use dex instead of strength as the modifier with my claws)
Varet nods, and decides against asking anything further about Alex's ship or former crewmates for the moment; she'd probably think it was none of my business and tell me so, he thinks. No matter; maybe there'll be time for such stories in the future.
As they travel up the hill towards the Trade Federation's building, Varet stays mostly quiet unless Alex speaks first, and instead takes in the sights of the island, keeping an eye on the the time. I should have scouted this place out days ago, he thinks to himself. Careless of me, but I didn't expect to be leaving so soon. At least it's good weather for a sea voyage. Squinting up at the blazing sun, he enjoys the warmth and lets it burn away the memories of the torrential rain and storms of the past weeks. Yes, I definitely should have done this days ago.
"The Sunbeam was my former home. I sailed with Capt Shamus for many years and had a great love for my family. We were hauling mostly common goods when we were set upon but a pirate ship. We were still a week or more out from our port of call. We tried to run but their boat was lighter and faster than us. We managed to make our way near here before we had our haul breached by a few shots. I was thrown from the ship and awoke on the beach with no sign of the ship other than some debris." She feels a few tears well up in her eyes and wipes them away. Alex looks over at Varet to see if he notices the tears. Assuming he did not see she will try to change the subject. "So how did you end up on this mud puddle of an island?"
The Pirate wasn't looking well, and a proper brawl had started. But there might be a way to salvage things, through the man that stood beside this 'Carl'. It would've been much easier to do had he not swung a ******* sword at the man but, there was no salvaging the past, only a shot and improving the future. Sheathing his longsword, Ve would take a breath to steel his emotions and hopefully keep his drunken state under control long enough for him to think about what to say that might actually help.
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SELDOR | VE | THRASH
(( idk if I worded it poorly but you guys (Seldor and Ve) cannot currently attack Carl. he specifically set himself up so that Thrash would be goaded into attacking him head-on, making it a one-on-one, which then happened. also, sorry hadnt read the thread all day, Thrash gets an attack of opportunity, coz Carl disengaged. i'll try to use more explicit wording in the future ))
Carl's 'plan' seemed to work - the tabaxi followed him into the corner, making it a more personal struggle; but not before getting a good blow in. (( Wreckzors roll unarmed damage for AOO before your next action)) The cat seemed determined, too, lunging at Carl with animal ferocity. The bald man blocked Thrash's swings at the last second, but very poorly. Thrash's claws sunk deep into his forearms, ripping some of the flesh from his limbs. Carl then retaliated with a well-timed three-punch combo, two of the hits powerful enough for the cat to feel. (( 10 )) Carl was looking very tired, and beat down, but he clearly wasn't budging. Seldor and Ve, in the moment, were forced to stand back and watch, with no clear path to Carl now thanks to all the tables.
VARET | ALEX
As you approach the Trade Federation headquarters, you can hear some upset voices coming from the building. They quickly subside, as a tall, silver-haired man dressed in blue and gold garments steps out of the building. He might have been one of the voices. He stands and stares at one of the strange rock formations protruding from the island. He doesn't appear to notice the pair.
(( It's only been a couple minutes, so it's still just past noon. The size of Port Nevara on the map isn't underrepresented; it's basically Port 7-11. Only like, for real, 20 people maximum live there, and most probably spend a fair amount of time at sea, traveling to the larger islands. Takes maybe half an hour to walk around the entire beach and island. ))
Varet takes some times before answering Alex's question. She just told me about probably the worst thing that ever happened to her; I guess I owe her the whole story. Well, the short version at least.
I was running, he says quietly, keeping pace with her as they walk up the hill. Me and some friends back home, we... got into trouble and had to get away, and a few of us made it out, but most didn't. He takes a deep breath. They're dead. I mean, I don't know for sure, but I think they're dead. My friends,he clarifies, realising he's not telling it as clearly as he'd hoped. So I ran, from ship to ship, from island to island. I don't suppose anyone was actually chasing me, but I wasn't thinking too clearly back then. Hence my splendid decision to sail through the Storm's Harrowing. He looks at her, and gives a rueful grin. And the storm brought me here, just a few days ago.
By this time, Alex and Varet have arrived at the Trade Federation headquarters, and see the man in blue and gold exit the building and stare off into the distance. When he's about twenty feet away, Varet stops and clears his throat. Excuse me, sir? We're visitors to the island, seeking to gain an audience with Mr. Ellaren of the Trade Federation. Hoping that his guess is correct and that 'formal' is the right way to approach officials of the Federation, he watches to see if there's any response.
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I reckon she's angry enough at the pirates who murdered her friends, and maybe doesn't have much anger left over for you, Varet says quietly to Seldor, and then downs the rest of his ale. But sure, I'll tag along with her, see what's up. Meet you at the docks, I guess - one way or another. Hey, don't leave without us. He places his mug on the bar, and looks quickly around the room. Depending on how busy it is, and the layout of the room, if it's a viable option he will try to sneak out without attracting the attention of Carl and his buddy: Stealth 11.
Outside, he jogs to catch up with Alex, who I assume is walking away at some speed, and falls in beside her. I'm sorry for your loss, he says. He keeps walking, jogging if necessary to keep up with the monk. I was also thinking of taking a walk up to see this Trade Federation guy, Ellaren. He seems to be an important and permanent fixture around these parts. My original idea was to ask him about our fine Captain Abraham, as he might know more than our friendly barkeeper. And unless you've done so already, we could also ask about pirate groups in the area where your ship was attacked; Federation bigwigs tend to keep track of that kind of information. What do you think - want to come with?
Noting the brouhaha bubbling in this ragtag bunch who had only just met, and despite not being particularly interested in the plights of a total stranger, nor bringing gifts to yet another unknown individual on the off chance that they might be hired, Ve was beginning to find purchase in these strings of impasses he seemed to find himself in. He turned to the one ‘man’ here who looked to be more carefree than him, the scarred tabaxi with some definite stories to tell - and not all good, it seemed - “And yourself?” - he inquired of Thrash - “What’s your plan of action for this little conundrum we find ourselves in?”
On one side was an ominous, wizened old man who just about swore some of his crew wouldn’t be making it back. On the other a band who was quite literally threatening them into labour. And in the middle, a group of perfect strangers that seemed to pull in every conceivable direction at once, at every juncture. Some of these guys didn’t look to be all there, but all in all, this was shaping up to be an interesting ride. And what could be more fun than that?
Thrash Perception check 17
Thrash will turn his head away from Ve after noticing Alex storm out of the room before looking back to him... "Well normally I am just looking for whatever job pays best... but I also will not allow myself to be.... " The tabaxi will look to the two men before finishing his sentence "forced into service... never again..." He will say in a low growl. "I guess that leaves us working with good old captain Abraham..." He will say with a smile looking back to Ve. The tabaxi would wait a moment for a response from Ve before turning and looking to the two men once more. "I appreciate your offer and your commadant sounds like a lovley woman but I think we are going to pass..." Thrash will say in a calm voice but with a threatening undertone and showing a little more teeth than normal before turning to head out the door.
Thrash intimidation 16
Hearing Varet jog up behind her, Alex lets out an audible sigh and drops her shoulders. "I did not mean to snap back there. This is still fresh for me. I have been on this island for a month or so." Alex turns the ranger with a look of suprise on her face. Why am I telling this strange my life story? After a visible pause her face is back to normal. "You said something about going to the Fedaration. Thats not a bad idea. Let me grab my stuff and we can head that way." She points to the beach and starts to run.
Alexander Leatherer Ranger: Dragons of Autumn
Fenlamin Aloro Wizard: Journey Across The Planes
Tha- Whoa!! exclaims Varet, unable really to say anything else as Alex zooms off towards the beach at breakneck speed. He races after her, but can’t manage to make up the gap, and eventually slows down to let her pull away, content to keep her in his line of sight. He takes the opportunity to gather his thoughts, now that he’s out of the noise and bustle of the tavern’s bar. So, the Trade Federation at odds with a bunch of pirates – Philanthropists, no doubt. Well, that was nothing new, and nothing likely to cause any trouble for Varet. Maybe after talking to Mr Ellaren, we can find out what this Commander has to say; there could be some opportuni – and with that, Varet came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the path. 'Commander'. 'The Commander', they had said the first time, but the second time they had said 'The Commandant'. As in, 'Dread Commandant'? His mind raced, thinking of everything he knew about the Philanthropists – maybe it was a common title, shared by dozens of captains all across the sea: History 16
He slowly started walking, then jogging after Alex. The Dread Commandant; that’s a big fish right there. Big enough to squash little folk like Varet and not even notice. Except apparently their group had been noticed. Crap. What does all this mean? Crap, he says, this time out loud.
VARET | ALEX
Quickly shoving through the meager crowd, Varet manages to exit the bar rather unceremoniously. Looking behind him at the large man, Carl, and his smooth-talking friend, they don't seem to notice the Dun-Aelle exit the building. Instead they appear to focus their attention on the large cat-man, Thrash. After an exchange with Alex, who was visibly apologetic for her being upset, the half-elf pondered over what they had just learned. Alex sprinted off to collect her belongings, agreeing to meet with Ellaren of the Trade Federation. She was familiar with the Federation, and knew them to be very kind and helpful people whose interests seemed always vested in the side of the merchant. They were trustworthy, and a friend to any seller of wares, and enemy to all raiders - that much was certain, and merely common knowledge to anyone who had spent any time sailing and trading talks amongst the ports of Meer.
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You mull over the names you had heard - specifically The Dread Commandant. This Dread bit was key here. You recall a passage in a lorebook that detailed some of the vaguer histories of the world, namely its mention of The Philanthropists. It was said to have originally been an intentionally faux-moniker - it was declared the name of the armies of the Great Darkness. Almost a milennia ago, the Dread Beetle Cocytus and the Dread Baron Von Strigoi made their deathly presence known to the world of men. They marched swarms of fiery hell-beasts and dark forest-dwellers from the ruinous wastes of the North onto the kingdom of Kalimdorran, ending its first rule. For almost five-hundred years, they ruled over Kalimdorran II, another tongue-in-cheek name, as the lands were wastelands in all but name. About that time, they disappeared from the public eye, and the war between them and Heaven's Palladia, which had been raging ever since, began to die down. After this time, Kalimdorran II became known more as a Wilderness, with no real centralized government, and many of its inhabitants rebelling against their weakened overlords. Tribes of wandering men, sharing nothing but a tumultuous history fought one another for territorial control as the forces of Cocytus and Strigoi began to recede completely from the lands. It was then that a new ruler, named under The Philanthropists as Dread King Gazoff, took up control over Kalimdorran. A native tribesman from the land, he was exonerated by The Philanthropists, who had for the past half-century operated under a more "steal from the rich, give to the poor" modus operandi. Gazoff fought, forged, and allied with the disparate tribes of the land, and brought them under his new fold: Kalimdorran the Third. This is all you can recall from your knowledge that pertains to the name "Dread."
THRASH | SELDOR | VE
The air in the tavern has certainly become more agitated. Stray looks from drinkers begin to make their way directly at the large Tabaxi, the equally large man, and the Dun-Aelle. Thrash and Ve go over their options, seeming to conclude that Abraham was their best bet. The tabaxi gets up from his seat, walking over to Carl and his companion. Thrash seemed... Determined. As if he had a point to get across, and dammit it was going to get across. He spoke calmly, yet viciously towards the two men. "Ahahah, I see," the moustached-man spoke a bit nervously. "I assure you, sir, that was not at all our intention! W-we understand, and we won't stand in your way." Thrash, having said his peace, begins towards the door - when he is stopped by a large hand. Turning around, he sees Carl for only a second, before his fist comes crashing down over the cat's head! Seemingly meant only to get his attention, Thrash shrugs off the blow, as the bald, muscle-bound dummy utters: "Mum wants to talk. Yer comin' with."
(( Combat is handled under the variant rule "Sides." The first person to go in combat rolls initiative for their side, then everyone goes in any order, then my side goes in one post, then so on and so forth. If one person on a side is surprised, everyone is surprised. I.e., a rogue's sneak attacks open up initiative for the entire party to wail on the enemies before they even have a chance to collect themselves. Wreckzorz is familiar with this ruling, follow his lead. ))
watch me streem gaem
"Oh, you've made a mistake now friend... now you've gone and made me angry" the tabaxi will growl through barred teeth before letting our a deep gutteral roar with his arms outstretched and his claws bared before looking down at the bald man and quickly drawing his scimitar and slashing hard at his attacker.
(bonus action to rage and then action to attck)
Attack: 19 Damage: 10
"Now here's something I can't screw up by talking too much."
Seldor runs up to Thrash and stabs the man he's fighting with his rapier and will his a Bonus Action to stab with the dagger in his off-hand.
Rapier Attack: 7 Damage: 4
Bonus Action: Attack: 11 Damage: 4
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Varet is a little out of breath as he finally catches up with Alex, who has probably finished collecting her stuff by the time he arrives. So, yeah, the, uh, Federation guy, he says; I can't say I've explored much on this island beyond the bottom of a mug of ale, but I heard he works out of that place at the top of the hill (if it's visible from where they are, he'll point, otherwise he'll wave his hand vaguely in what he hopes is the right direction).
If Alex has finished, they will set off together up the hill. I can't say I've ever had much in the way of direct dealings with the Federation, Varet comments. I mean, I know of them of course, everyone does. So, your ship, was it a merchant vessel, something like that?
As Thrash and Veldor converged on the bald hooligan, Ve's combative instincts kicked into place and, being in distance the individual drew his blade and slashed at the individual in a practiced way. Still inebriated, and having returned from a war-zone not that long ago, the instinct to strike happened before anything could be done about it. Having only now fallen into reality, the individual froze, looking at his own, bloodied blade. "Shit." - he cursed, knowing that whatever happened next, it wouldn't be good.
To hit: 18 If it hits, damage: 6
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"You little *****es!" Carl exclaimed loudly and slothfully, ejecting a massive wad of blood and mucous from his nose. By this point, the man was bleeding profusely from multiple lacerations and stab-wounds; three-on-one wasn't turning out in his favor already, and he had barely thrown his first punch. "Carl, stop!" the moustached man at the bar yelled, having realized what was now going on. Not listening to his friend at all, Carl stepped forward, making two wide swings at the tabaxi - the first sliding off his fur, barely nicking him - the second connecting with the cat's face, sending a shockwave of trauma through Thrash's nose. (( 7 )) Smugly satisfied with himself, but still gushing blood, Carl uttered a shitty chuckle while backing up, positioning himself near two tables and a wall. Only vulnerable to attack from one front, Carl motioned at the tabaxi to come for him.
watch me streem gaem
(I am raging so it would be half damage, so 4 right? I think everything is normally rounded down?)
With her short sword strapped to her waist and throwing her pack on. "I was on a merchant ship and had dealings with the Federation. Capt Shamus took care of the direct contact stuff."
Alexander Leatherer Ranger: Dragons of Autumn
Fenlamin Aloro Wizard: Journey Across The Planes
Thrash will shake off the blow and smile at the man as blood out of his nose and begins to cover his bared teeth. The tabaxi will slam his scimitar down hard into a nearby table nearly splitting it in half, all the while never breaking eye contact with the Carl... "Alright, If that is how you wanna do this.." Thrash will growl, rolling his shoulders before stepping towards the man and slashing his large claws towards the mans throat.
Attack: 13 Damage: 5
(That would have been a 17 attack and 9 damage if I was allowed to use dex instead of strength as the modifier with my claws)
Attack with Rapier: 14 Damage: 6
Bonus Action with Dagger: 6 Damage: 1
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Varet nods, and decides against asking anything further about Alex's ship or former crewmates for the moment; she'd probably think it was none of my business and tell me so, he thinks. No matter; maybe there'll be time for such stories in the future.
As they travel up the hill towards the Trade Federation's building, Varet stays mostly quiet unless Alex speaks first, and instead takes in the sights of the island, keeping an eye on the the time. I should have scouted this place out days ago, he thinks to himself. Careless of me, but I didn't expect to be leaving so soon. At least it's good weather for a sea voyage. Squinting up at the blazing sun, he enjoys the warmth and lets it burn away the memories of the torrential rain and storms of the past weeks. Yes, I definitely should have done this days ago.
(@GM: About what time is it now?)
"The Sunbeam was my former home. I sailed with Capt Shamus for many years and had a great love for my family. We were hauling mostly common goods when we were set upon but a pirate ship. We were still a week or more out from our port of call. We tried to run but their boat was lighter and faster than us. We managed to make our way near here before we had our haul breached by a few shots. I was thrown from the ship and awoke on the beach with no sign of the ship other than some debris." She feels a few tears well up in her eyes and wipes them away. Alex looks over at Varet to see if he notices the tears. Assuming he did not see she will try to change the subject. "So how did you end up on this mud puddle of an island?"
Alexander Leatherer Ranger: Dragons of Autumn
Fenlamin Aloro Wizard: Journey Across The Planes
The Pirate wasn't looking well, and a proper brawl had started. But there might be a way to salvage things, through the man that stood beside this 'Carl'. It would've been much easier to do had he not swung a ******* sword at the man but, there was no salvaging the past, only a shot and improving the future. Sheathing his longsword, Ve would take a breath to steel his emotions and hopefully keep his drunken state under control long enough for him to think about what to say that might actually help.
SELDOR | VE | THRASH
(( idk if I worded it poorly but you guys (Seldor and Ve) cannot currently attack Carl. he specifically set himself up so that Thrash would be goaded into attacking him head-on, making it a one-on-one, which then happened. also, sorry hadnt read the thread all day, Thrash gets an attack of opportunity, coz Carl disengaged. i'll try to use more explicit wording in the future ))
Carl's 'plan' seemed to work - the tabaxi followed him into the corner, making it a more personal struggle; but not before getting a good blow in. (( Wreckzors roll unarmed damage for AOO before your next action)) The cat seemed determined, too, lunging at Carl with animal ferocity. The bald man blocked Thrash's swings at the last second, but very poorly. Thrash's claws sunk deep into his forearms, ripping some of the flesh from his limbs. Carl then retaliated with a well-timed three-punch combo, two of the hits powerful enough for the cat to feel. (( 10 )) Carl was looking very tired, and beat down, but he clearly wasn't budging. Seldor and Ve, in the moment, were forced to stand back and watch, with no clear path to Carl now thanks to all the tables.
VARET | ALEX
As you approach the Trade Federation headquarters, you can hear some upset voices coming from the building. They quickly subside, as a tall, silver-haired man dressed in blue and gold garments steps out of the building. He might have been one of the voices. He stands and stares at one of the strange rock formations protruding from the island. He doesn't appear to notice the pair.
(( It's only been a couple minutes, so it's still just past noon. The size of Port Nevara on the map isn't underrepresented; it's basically Port 7-11. Only like, for real, 20 people maximum live there, and most probably spend a fair amount of time at sea, traveling to the larger islands. Takes maybe half an hour to walk around the entire beach and island. ))
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Varet takes some times before answering Alex's question. She just told me about probably the worst thing that ever happened to her; I guess I owe her the whole story. Well, the short version at least.
I was running, he says quietly, keeping pace with her as they walk up the hill. Me and some friends back home, we... got into trouble and had to get away, and a few of us made it out, but most didn't. He takes a deep breath. They're dead. I mean, I don't know for sure, but I think they're dead. My friends, he clarifies, realising he's not telling it as clearly as he'd hoped. So I ran, from ship to ship, from island to island. I don't suppose anyone was actually chasing me, but I wasn't thinking too clearly back then. Hence my splendid decision to sail through the Storm's Harrowing. He looks at her, and gives a rueful grin. And the storm brought me here, just a few days ago.
By this time, Alex and Varet have arrived at the Trade Federation headquarters, and see the man in blue and gold exit the building and stare off into the distance. When he's about twenty feet away, Varet stops and clears his throat. Excuse me, sir? We're visitors to the island, seeking to gain an audience with Mr. Ellaren of the Trade Federation. Hoping that his guess is correct and that 'formal' is the right way to approach officials of the Federation, he watches to see if there's any response.