Cade looks at the letter he threw across the room. He sighs. He walks over to it. He picks it up. He unfurls the letter. It was written in Elvish. The letter itself looked tattered and worn. Cade had carried it with him for years. Many days he had the urge to rip it to pieces. He drops it. He was going to leave it right there. He was tired of looking at it. Tired of staring at the words on the page. He walked back over to his cot and closed his eyes. Embracing the nightmare he knew was going to appear again.
Cade found himself in his tent once again. Miles away from the battle that would eventually kill his brother. He looked down he was writing a letter. Cade could feel the anger welling up inside him. The dreams always started with him being happy. The tent flap opened and in walked Kol Rainmaker.
”You still writing to your girl?” Kol asked with a bright smile. Cade stared at his brother, the smile stung Cade.
”I think she would like to know where I am,” Cade responded. The dream occurred so many times that it felt like the words were being forced out of him. He gripped the letter tightly.
”I wouldn’t doubt it-“
”STOP IT,” Cade screamed.
”C’mon Sgt. Foxtrot-“
”Is dead!! None of this is real. You all die. Foxtrot, Cormac, Harper....You. You all die. Like every other time and I am tired of this. Tired of all this,” Cade complained. The smile on Kol Rainmaker’s face vanished.
”Then why don’t you move on,” Kol asked.
”I can’t. Do you know how hard that is?” Cade asked. He was crying this time. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
”Cade, nothing is ever easy. Things take time,” Kol stated. Cade was confused. His dreams were never this uplifting. Something was different. Something was wrong. Did someone cast a spell on him?
The scene quickly shifts and he’s on the battlefield. He watched as a group of Noctis were fighting his brother. He saw his brother being stabbed. The Noctii dispersed. He heard his name being called. He picked up his brother and carried him off the battlefield. Cade was crying. The scene shifted and he saw his brother fighting the Noctis once again. He was frozen in place and he watched the scene repeat several times. Each time it got more and more brutal. More graphic. Cade finally looked up to see the faces of his brother’s killers. Noctis. Those damn scum. He hated all of them.
“Whoa, whoa, we’re not going to go torturing anyone.” The thought is appalling to Emund. “I’m sure there are ways we can get more information without flirting with guards or knights, yeah?” Lay low is what Curtis had told him, and he intended to. The display they’d made to get Cade out of the warehouses was far beyond the type of attention he was hoping to draw and the best thing to do now was to not add to that attention.
Tonight, he’d make his rounds to the few gatherings he knew of where people worshipped the Broken God. He’d explain what was happening in terms of the Church’s presence and his needing to stay away as to not draw attention to himself or to them. It was a task that was hard enough and drawing the attention of more eyes would make it no easier.
Tharii looks over at Emund and gives a bit of a huff. "Fine. Just find a way to get the information out of him." He says, almost dismissive and upset at the fact they won't take what Tharii believes to be more practical measures. He stands, heading over to the door. "Just... make sure it happens."
----- While there is yet to be any firm place of worship to those that followed the Broken God, one of the more expensive houses in the city acted as a safe haven for those who did worship. A Mr. and Mrs. Hatch. A halfling couple that owned a rather nice townhouse that a bit of a hike from the main street. A small bakery sat across from it, normally giving their skinny three story home a sweet aroma. It was in their house that people would come and pray together. If one of the bedrooms ever had a light on at the top, it normally meant to stay away. Either that there was company, or, there was a issue and need to be secret. (Although sometimes they did just turn it on to have the house to themselves...) They listened to Emund, having him be more of the spokesperson for their small congregation. Although there were sometimes disagreements on the concepts and lessons to be learned, especially between Emund and a merchant called Jarrod Shaw, who seemed to focus more on the ideas of a their god and death. Nothing malicious in the disagreements, but, passionate. Jarrod wasn't always around - being a traveling merchant - but with Dunnour being such a heavy trading port he did come here more than other spots. Tonight was not one of those nights.
Mr. Shaw gave a small nod as he was fiddling with the red cord between his fingers. "I appreciate the warning. I'll make sure to leave the signal on. We probably can't get together for some time," he sighed. "Better safe than being forced to repent and tried."
---
That night, the Falcon was it's usual happening self. Nikoli at the bar, serving out drinks. A few of the other employees he had bringing out lagers, whiskeys, and bits of food that he had been making from the market. People talking and discussing the day. From warehouse workers to those smelling of the fisher district. Isabella sat near the stage (either watching Yorvalor currently playing, or waiting for him to come and play). A few seats closer than her usual spot. In her hand was a note, clutched a little too tightly to her chest.
The front door opens with a bit of a slam. Four rather rough looking figures move inside, each with a small crossbow out and armed.
Yorvalor is entertaining the crowd as he usually does (Performance: 12 ). He notices Isabela entering the Falcon, and his heart brightens a bit. He does a low bow to her, and he continues his performance. Then he sees that Isabela is not sitting at her usual spot, but closer to the stage, which is unusual. With a slight puzzled look on his face, he looks at Isabela to see if he can tell if there is anything wrong (Insight: 10).
The front door slams. He whispers to himself "It's Showtime." He drops the lute he uses for his performance and straps Slash to his back. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please accept my apologies, for I need to take a slight break. I should be right back." He smiles and winks to the crowd (to anybody that is still paying any attention to him).
Yorvalor walks to where Emund is. "I guess it didn't take long for our "friends" to makes us a visit. What's the plan?" He gets the attention of the bartender, and he gestures with his hands and whispers "Four beers please."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Keegan would have been okay with the idea of torture, but before he could respond to Edmund rejected the idea. More than willing to let Edmund take point on the conversation, all Keegan could give was a wink to Tharii, letting him know that he would do what is necessary.
Upon seeing the 4 men burst in Keegan will duck behind the bar and sneak in to a position where he can watch with out being seen. (stealth roll: 15)
As the tavern door crashes open and the men baring crossbows appear and enter the building, Emund hand into the air above his head, fingers extended. As the red threads dangle against his wrist, Emund feels a presence around him and his hand grows heavy, as though he were holding up something of substantial weight. Channeling the Broken God, Emund makes a Demand of every person in the room, his voice seemingly reinforced by another: "Let's be calm." He lowers the hand and points to the men with the crossbows and adds, "And you four drop those, so we can have a chat." (This is Order's Demand, so each creature who can see my holy symbol or hear my voice has to make a Wisdom saving throw, though against what I'm not sure–spell save is DC 13--if they fail, they're charmed by me and if I ask it of them, they drop what they're holding.)
Yorvalor's performance was solid, but nothing too flashy. Enough to give those watching some entertainment, and those who were nearby could tune it out and continue their own conversations. Isabella while watching, that little smile on her face, did seem energized; unable to tell if it was nervousness or excitement as her hands continued to hold the note in her hands.
A few people who were in heated discussions around Emund seem to calm down, but it's the four armed ones at the back that...
(WIS Saves (v DC 13) )
#1 6 / #2 17 / #3 10 / #4 17
Two of them remove the tension of the crossbows. Removing the bolt taking a step closer into the room, placing their crossbow down on some of the nearby tables - surprising the patrons sitting there. "Yeah, a chat sounds pretty good."
The other two in the back of the room look at each other then to the others. "Boss told us to be careful!" one shouts. The other takes aim with the crossbow, swinging it around towards Emund, finger on the trigger. "What'cha do to them!" he demands. Looking a little bit nervous after seeing the two disarm and head closer, without a care in the world.
Keegan, as you watch from your spot, tucked behind some people and with a bit of cover, your eyes drift over to the window. Outside in the faint lights of the street you see a few more figures. Nothing out of the ordinary until there's a few strikes of what could be flint or a set of matches. Someone's trying to set something on fire outside, and it isn't a cigarette.
Yorvalor looks at the one that has the crossbow pointed at Emund. He says: "My good man. Do you happen to know why do dragons refuse to eat paladins? Well, because they taste so Lawful!!" (OCC: Quoted from Pinterest :) "Get it? Law Ful?? Ohhhh, never mind." He grabs Slash and strums a ear piercing note to the person and he casts Hideous Laughter on him.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
“Goodness knows we’re trying to be careful. You’re the ones with weapons drawn. Your mates here just seem to understand chatting might be more fruitful.”
As Yorvalor begins weaving his spell on one of the two who aren’t charmed, Emund waves the two who are charmed to come and sit at a nearby table with him. Turning to the other uncharmed one, he pulls back another seat for the man and bellows Sit (Command). As he watches the man, he speaks with the two charmed fellows. “So what brings you here tonight? Orders from ‘the boss’, huh? Would love to know if we could help you out so you can get to enjoy your evening rather than working through it.” (Deception: 14 and 7 for advantage)
After Yorvalor cast his spell, he motions to one of the waiters to serve the beers he ordered previously to the new patrons. He then turns his attention to the one that hasn't been charmed yet.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Cade slowly rises from his cot. Leaving the letter where he had thrown it. He decided to head back to the main floor of the tavern. He looks around at his companions. He shrugs. Jumps over the counter and pours himself a drink. Cade always liked Cider more than Ale. He sees Yorvalor and decides to head over.
”I am sorry about earlier,” Cade says ignoring the four men who had entered
The one with the crossbow aimed.... (7 v DC 13)... falls on to the floor, rolling in laughter.
The other who remains uncharmed.... (6 v DC 13)... sits himself down in a chair. But seems confused as to why he's even doing that.
The two near Emund who are charmed shake their heads a bit. The charming effect somewhat beginning to fade, but not entirely. "Well. Boss said that some people from here are causing trouble. Said that we need to teach 'em a lesson. Think he said play with fire be burned."
Yorvalor goes to the person laughing hysterically on the floor. He grabs the person's crossbow, shoots at the ceiling to release the bolt, and gently put it down on the floor away from its owner. Yorvalor ends the charming spell and with a calming voice says "Stand down my friend. There is no need for violence. Would you care to join your friends at the table? What about some free beer?" He motions his right arm to the table were Emund is sitting with the other visitors.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Seeing the four newcomers quickly calmed and/or subdued by Yorvalor and Edmund, Keegan starts to quickly make his way outside grabbing Cade by the arm as he goes. "Outside, quickly! Me thinks they're trying to set fire to our Nest!" Keegan says in tones low enough so the other four don't hear. Stepping outside, Keegan heads to where he say the spark of flame.
“Interesting. Quite the task!” Emund smiles at the three men sat at the table. “We had a Mr Masus express that very thing, yesterday. You wouldn’t happen to know him would you?” He directs his attention at the one who is presently not charmed and watches his face for acknowledgment (Insight: 9).
“Interesting. Quite the task!” Emund smiles at the three men sat at the table. “We had a Mr Masus express that very thing, yesterday. You wouldn’t happen to know him would you?” He directs his attention at the one who is presently not charmed and watches his face for acknowledgment (Insight: 9).
They're a little difficult to read.
One of them eventually blurts out a "No, we don't know the boss in a rather crude attempt of a lie."
Outside, Keegan (and Cade if he follows) see a group of three standing about 30 feet away from the main door. In their hands are a few bottles of some kind of liquid, probably a liquor, with a rag hanging out. The winds off the ocean making it a little difficult for the fire to catch. But it's clear they're getting ready to light and throw into the windows of the Nest.
Cade having been dragged outside by Keegan wonders how they were going to handle this. He didn’t have his swords, one of the swords was still with Yorvalor. Cade did, however, still have two daggers. He gripped them tightly as he approached. He looked at the men trying to set the tavern on fire. He tosses one of the daggers at the men.
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Seeing the men about to light the bottles Keegan begins to draw his bow, as he begins to knock an arrow a deep, hollow voice consumes his thought "SHOOT!", Keegans vision narrows and focuses on one of the men, the rest of the world becomes blurry. Without thinking Keegan aims his bow at the man and a beam of crackling energy streaks towards the man.
(Eldritch Blast- Attack: 15 Damage: 5 )
Keegans vision returns and a look of shock comes over him, he has no clue what just happened. Did that come from him or his weapon?
Cade looks at the letter he threw across the room. He sighs. He walks over to it. He picks it up. He unfurls the letter. It was written in Elvish. The letter itself looked tattered and worn. Cade had carried it with him for years. Many days he had the urge to rip it to pieces. He drops it. He was going to leave it right there. He was tired of looking at it. Tired of staring at the words on the page. He walked back over to his cot and closed his eyes. Embracing the nightmare he knew was going to appear again.
Cade found himself in his tent once again. Miles away from the battle that would eventually kill his brother. He looked down he was writing a letter. Cade could feel the anger welling up inside him. The dreams always started with him being happy. The tent flap opened and in walked Kol Rainmaker.
”You still writing to your girl?” Kol asked with a bright smile. Cade stared at his brother, the smile stung Cade.
”I think she would like to know where I am,” Cade responded. The dream occurred so many times that it felt like the words were being forced out of him. He gripped the letter tightly.
”I wouldn’t doubt it-“
”STOP IT,” Cade screamed.
”C’mon Sgt. Foxtrot-“
”Is dead!! None of this is real. You all die. Foxtrot, Cormac, Harper....You. You all die. Like every other time and I am tired of this. Tired of all this,” Cade complained. The smile on Kol Rainmaker’s face vanished.
”Then why don’t you move on,” Kol asked.
”I can’t. Do you know how hard that is?” Cade asked. He was crying this time. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
”Cade, nothing is ever easy. Things take time,” Kol stated. Cade was confused. His dreams were never this uplifting. Something was different. Something was wrong. Did someone cast a spell on him?
The scene quickly shifts and he’s on the battlefield. He watched as a group of Noctis were fighting his brother. He saw his brother being stabbed. The Noctii dispersed. He heard his name being called. He picked up his brother and carried him off the battlefield. Cade was crying. The scene shifted and he saw his brother fighting the Noctis once again. He was frozen in place and he watched the scene repeat several times. Each time it got more and more brutal. More graphic. Cade finally looked up to see the faces of his brother’s killers. Noctis. Those damn scum. He hated all of them.
“Whoa, whoa, we’re not going to go torturing anyone.” The thought is appalling to Emund. “I’m sure there are ways we can get more information without flirting with guards or knights, yeah?” Lay low is what Curtis had told him, and he intended to. The display they’d made to get Cade out of the warehouses was far beyond the type of attention he was hoping to draw and the best thing to do now was to not add to that attention.
Tonight, he’d make his rounds to the few gatherings he knew of where people worshipped the Broken God. He’d explain what was happening in terms of the Church’s presence and his needing to stay away as to not draw attention to himself or to them. It was a task that was hard enough and drawing the attention of more eyes would make it no easier.
Tharii looks over at Emund and gives a bit of a huff. "Fine. Just find a way to get the information out of him." He says, almost dismissive and upset at the fact they won't take what Tharii believes to be more practical measures. He stands, heading over to the door. "Just... make sure it happens."
-----
While there is yet to be any firm place of worship to those that followed the Broken God, one of the more expensive houses in the city acted as a safe haven for those who did worship. A Mr. and Mrs. Hatch. A halfling couple that owned a rather nice townhouse that a bit of a hike from the main street. A small bakery sat across from it, normally giving their skinny three story home a sweet aroma. It was in their house that people would come and pray together. If one of the bedrooms ever had a light on at the top, it normally meant to stay away. Either that there was company, or, there was a issue and need to be secret. (Although sometimes they did just turn it on to have the house to themselves...) They listened to Emund, having him be more of the spokesperson for their small congregation. Although there were sometimes disagreements on the concepts and lessons to be learned, especially between Emund and a merchant called Jarrod Shaw, who seemed to focus more on the ideas of a their god and death. Nothing malicious in the disagreements, but, passionate. Jarrod wasn't always around - being a traveling merchant - but with Dunnour being such a heavy trading port he did come here more than other spots. Tonight was not one of those nights.
Mr. Shaw gave a small nod as he was fiddling with the red cord between his fingers. "I appreciate the warning. I'll make sure to leave the signal on. We probably can't get together for some time," he sighed. "Better safe than being forced to repent and tried."
---
That night, the Falcon was it's usual happening self. Nikoli at the bar, serving out drinks. A few of the other employees he had bringing out lagers, whiskeys, and bits of food that he had been making from the market. People talking and discussing the day. From warehouse workers to those smelling of the fisher district. Isabella sat near the stage (either watching Yorvalor currently playing, or waiting for him to come and play). A few seats closer than her usual spot. In her hand was a note, clutched a little too tightly to her chest.
The front door opens with a bit of a slam. Four rather rough looking figures move inside, each with a small crossbow out and armed.
...what do you all do?
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Yorvalor is entertaining the crowd as he usually does (Performance: 12 ). He notices Isabela entering the Falcon, and his heart brightens a bit. He does a low bow to her, and he continues his performance. Then he sees that Isabela is not sitting at her usual spot, but closer to the stage, which is unusual. With a slight puzzled look on his face, he looks at Isabela to see if he can tell if there is anything wrong (Insight: 10).
The front door slams. He whispers to himself "It's Showtime." He drops the lute he uses for his performance and straps Slash to his back. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please accept my apologies, for I need to take a slight break. I should be right back." He smiles and winks to the crowd (to anybody that is still paying any attention to him).
Yorvalor walks to where Emund is. "I guess it didn't take long for our "friends" to makes us a visit. What's the plan?" He gets the attention of the bartender, and he gestures with his hands and whispers "Four beers please."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Keegan would have been okay with the idea of torture, but before he could respond to Edmund rejected the idea. More than willing to let Edmund take point on the conversation, all Keegan could give was a wink to Tharii, letting him know that he would do what is necessary.
Upon seeing the 4 men burst in Keegan will duck behind the bar and sneak in to a position where he can watch with out being seen. (stealth roll: 15)
As the tavern door crashes open and the men baring crossbows appear and enter the building, Emund hand into the air above his head, fingers extended. As the red threads dangle against his wrist, Emund feels a presence around him and his hand grows heavy, as though he were holding up something of substantial weight. Channeling the Broken God, Emund makes a Demand of every person in the room, his voice seemingly reinforced by another: "Let's be calm." He lowers the hand and points to the men with the crossbows and adds, "And you four drop those, so we can have a chat." (This is Order's Demand, so each creature who can see my holy symbol or hear my voice has to make a Wisdom saving throw, though against what I'm not sure–spell save is DC 13--if they fail, they're charmed by me and if I ask it of them, they drop what they're holding.)
Yorvalor's performance was solid, but nothing too flashy. Enough to give those watching some entertainment, and those who were nearby could tune it out and continue their own conversations. Isabella while watching, that little smile on her face, did seem energized; unable to tell if it was nervousness or excitement as her hands continued to hold the note in her hands.
A few people who were in heated discussions around Emund seem to calm down, but it's the four armed ones at the back that...
(WIS Saves (v DC 13) )
#1 6 / #2 17 / #3 10 / #4 17
Two of them remove the tension of the crossbows. Removing the bolt taking a step closer into the room, placing their crossbow down on some of the nearby tables - surprising the patrons sitting there. "Yeah, a chat sounds pretty good."
The other two in the back of the room look at each other then to the others. "Boss told us to be careful!" one shouts.
The other takes aim with the crossbow, swinging it around towards Emund, finger on the trigger. "What'cha do to them!" he demands. Looking a little bit nervous after seeing the two disarm and head closer, without a care in the world.
Keegan, as you watch from your spot, tucked behind some people and with a bit of cover, your eyes drift over to the window. Outside in the faint lights of the street you see a few more figures. Nothing out of the ordinary until there's a few strikes of what could be flint or a set of matches. Someone's trying to set something on fire outside, and it isn't a cigarette.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Yorvalor looks at the one that has the crossbow pointed at Emund. He says: "My good man. Do you happen to know why do dragons refuse to eat paladins? Well, because they taste so Lawful!!" (OCC: Quoted from Pinterest :) "Get it? Law Ful?? Ohhhh, never mind." He grabs Slash and strums a ear piercing note to the person and he casts Hideous Laughter on him.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
“Goodness knows we’re trying to be careful. You’re the ones with weapons drawn. Your mates here just seem to understand chatting might be more fruitful.”
As Yorvalor begins weaving his spell on one of the two who aren’t charmed, Emund waves the two who are charmed to come and sit at a nearby table with him. Turning to the other uncharmed one, he pulls back another seat for the man and bellows Sit (Command). As he watches the man, he speaks with the two charmed fellows. “So what brings you here tonight? Orders from ‘the boss’, huh? Would love to know if we could help you out so you can get to enjoy your evening rather than working through it.” (Deception: 14 and 7 for advantage)
After Yorvalor cast his spell, he motions to one of the waiters to serve the beers he ordered previously to the new patrons. He then turns his attention to the one that hasn't been charmed yet.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Cade slowly rises from his cot. Leaving the letter where he had thrown it. He decided to head back to the main floor of the tavern. He looks around at his companions. He shrugs. Jumps over the counter and pours himself a drink. Cade always liked Cider more than Ale. He sees Yorvalor and decides to head over.
”I am sorry about earlier,” Cade says ignoring the four men who had entered
The one with the crossbow aimed.... (7 v DC 13)... falls on to the floor, rolling in laughter.
The other who remains uncharmed.... (6 v DC 13)... sits himself down in a chair. But seems confused as to why he's even doing that.
The two near Emund who are charmed shake their heads a bit. The charming effect somewhat beginning to fade, but not entirely. "Well. Boss said that some people from here are causing trouble. Said that we need to teach 'em a lesson. Think he said play with fire be burned."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Yorvalor goes to the person laughing hysterically on the floor. He grabs the person's crossbow, shoots at the ceiling to release the bolt, and gently put it down on the floor away from its owner. Yorvalor ends the charming spell and with a calming voice says "Stand down my friend. There is no need for violence. Would you care to join your friends at the table? What about some free beer?" He motions his right arm to the table were Emund is sitting with the other visitors.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Seeing the four newcomers quickly calmed and/or subdued by Yorvalor and Edmund, Keegan starts to quickly make his way outside grabbing Cade by the arm as he goes. "Outside, quickly! Me thinks they're trying to set fire to our Nest!" Keegan says in tones low enough so the other four don't hear. Stepping outside, Keegan heads to where he say the spark of flame.
“Interesting. Quite the task!” Emund smiles at the three men sat at the table. “We had a Mr Masus express that very thing, yesterday. You wouldn’t happen to know him would you?” He directs his attention at the one who is presently not charmed and watches his face for acknowledgment (Insight: 9).
They're a little difficult to read.
One of them eventually blurts out a "No, we don't know the boss in a rather crude attempt of a lie."
Outside, Keegan (and Cade if he follows) see a group of three standing about 30 feet away from the main door. In their hands are a few bottles of some kind of liquid, probably a liquor, with a rag hanging out. The winds off the ocean making it a little difficult for the fire to catch. But it's clear they're getting ready to light and throw into the windows of the Nest.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Cade having been dragged outside by Keegan wonders how they were going to handle this. He didn’t have his swords, one of the swords was still with Yorvalor. Cade did, however, still have two daggers. He gripped them tightly as he approached. He looked at the men trying to set the tavern on fire. He tosses one of the daggers at the men.
Attack: (16)
Damage: (4)
”I am not in the mood for games,” Cade says
Seeing the men about to light the bottles Keegan begins to draw his bow, as he begins to knock an arrow a deep, hollow voice consumes his thought "SHOOT!", Keegans vision narrows and focuses on one of the men, the rest of the world becomes blurry. Without thinking Keegan aims his bow at the man and a beam of crackling energy streaks towards the man.
(Eldritch Blast- Attack: 15 Damage: 5 )
Keegans vision returns and a look of shock comes over him, he has no clue what just happened. Did that come from him or his weapon?
One of the three falls down, holding the shoulder that has a dagger stuck in it from Cade.
"Hurry!" one says to the other. Lighting one of the canisters and hurl it over at Cade.
Attack: 5 Damage: 6 Fire Damage
The guy throwing releases way too early, hurling it behind himself with a loud crash and small explosion of burning liquid.
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Cade is able to avoid the canister quite easily. Cade turns to Keegan and stares in amazement.
“Am I the only one who can’t use magic?” Cade exclaims. Cade stares at the men.