The young girl in the dress gets completely splattered with blood as Elise's shot hits it's mark. The ruffian dies! The old woman returns to the alley and is very grateful that her granddaughter is safe and tells you that she won't forget this act of kindness.
Updating when I get home cuz I didn't bring the booklet with me LOL
As you all walk back into the Marketplatz, it's still pretty much chaos, enough chaos that no one heard Elise's pistols go off. You look around to see where you could run off to but..
Suddenly, a series of deafening staccato cracks echo across the Marketplatz. All eyes turn to a flame haired woman holding aloft a smoking repeater pistol. A minstrel, surprised, plays a bum note and stops playing. A pig skids across the pie laden floor and rams into a potter's stall with a squeal, sending clay pots everywhere. Soldiers in red and blue Altdorf uniforms, and watchmen wearing the blue and gold heraldry of Ubersreik, rush in to all sides. The abruptly brings the riot to an end. The Marketplatz is now surrounded by a score of soldiers and watchmen.
The woman then speaks, her clear voice echoing across the square.
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Gunnar steps behind a nearby horde member, hiding, and yells out "Yous louses should be arrested, bringin such lousy 'ntertainers here n all! Betse Wooster's Wondrous Cavalcade?! More like Betse Roosters a Rotten Old Maid!"
"Let's take advantage of the alley. They have not seen us. If we retreat to the other end of the alley we may remain inconspicuous. Search their bodies first."
Part two opens with you all imprisoned beneath the Watch Barracks in the Precinct district of Ubersreik. you've spent a crowded night with the other brawlers, all of whom are awaiting their arraignment. All weapons were confiscated with the assurance they will be returned if sentencing goes well. White faced mime artists surround the party gesticulating energetically but refuse to talk. These brilliantly garbed entertainers have argued for hours about the merits of various face paints, and such.
For hours, various cell mates are taken away in ones and twos. Rumor has it the legal apparatus of Ubersreik is rapidly throwing fines at everyone who participated in the brawl. The carnival folk claim it certainly wasn't them. Some blame Jungfreud supporters. Others blame the Altdorfers. The watchmen certainly aren't talking - most of them sport bruises and resentful glares.
OFF TO COURT
In the late morning, you all hear a Watchman calling out your names. As you exit the cell, you are clad in manacles and find a sizable escort of soldiers awaiting you all outside the barracks. Low lying fog drifts over the streets and slightly muffles sounds as you all are marched through the Precinct and over Ubersreik Bridge. As you approach the Marketplatz, you can hear the murmurs of a crowd in the distance. Your escort steers you towards a daunting stone building on the east side of the market: Ubersreik Town Hall.
A jeering crowd awaits you, only parting reluctantly as soldiers force them back to create a corridor. The crowd is yelling all sorts of encouragement and accusations, many of them wild and outrageous. You are led into the once pristine Nobles' Court from which House Jungfreud's representatives used to make their rulings. The courts stone walls are scarred with the marks of recent conflict. Bloodstains still show in several places where Jungfreud supporters were killed. Altdorf liveried soldiers line the walls and makeshift benches are installed oon an upper balcony for spectators. An elaborately robed judge draped in black and red, wearing a long, white wig sits upon a high dais peering down. A small pair of spectacles sits upon a long beaked nose.
He leans forward to study the party with evident interest. This is the right honorable Judge Melierte, a hard man, but generally considered fair. For an Empire judge, that is..
Judge Melierte looks at his clerks. "Are these the accused?" he asks. A clerk reads out your names one by one, pausing to look up each time awaiting a nod or similar signal from the name he called. "Very well." Judge Melierte says, "Read the charges."
"You stand accused of destruction of private property, disruption of commerce, inciting a riot, contributing to general lawlessness, and murder."
The Judge looks down at you all and asks, "How do you plead?"
Amris tensed up a bit when asked how they would like to plead, but manages to get out, "Uh... Not... Guilty?" A second passes and he asks quietly to someone near him, "Do we get a lawyer or something?"
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A black robed woman in a wig storms into the courtroom. She flashes a smile at you all, then, somewhat breathless, turns to the Judge. "Excuse me, your Honor, but I need a brief recess to consult with my clients before they say anything they'll regret."Judge Melierte looks from the woman to you all and asks, "These, Osanna? Really?" He snorts and shakes his head before pounding his gavel once. "We shall have a short recess. Hensil, fetch me a pie, preferably one that wasn't involved in the market riot."
You all are swiftly escorted into a nearby antechamber. One or two lingering guards are all but shoved out by the woman who firmly closes the door behind them, before turning to you all with a winning smile. "Well, it seems we're in a spot of trouble, eh?"Obviously this is a massive understatement. "I am Barrister Osanna Winandus."
Typically, Barristers only represent very wealthy clients, as they are the only lawyers allowed to address the higher appellate courts of the Empire. She pauses to read over a scroll she claimed form one of the law clerks. "They're trying to lay the whole of the riot at your feet. Says here you started the brawl, attacked soldiers, near ransacked the town and..oh dear. Killed Fosten the Fiery? The children will never forgive you for that. I have somewhat of a reputation for taking on lost cause cases."
Gunnar let's out a long, breathtaking burp: Braaaaaaaappppppppppp! "Aye, n' who in the nine hells are the children? I ain't deal with no children. No way. They're always gettin' in me way!"
Charm (vs 18!): 95
"You, on the other hand, my dear, are a looker! What say you and I blow this popsicle stand and go get a sip o' ale?"
OOC: HOLY #@&*#()@&*#()@&*#@&#*@T#&@*TGU@*#YU*@#TY@&*(#TY@&RY#Q)*_U$#)$Y #@&*Y@*(#Y@(*Q#Y*@(#Y*()! I MADE that charm roll!
“Number one, we didn’t start the brawl, it came to us.” Amris corrected. “Number two, like Elise said we don’t know who that is but if you’re referring to one of the guys we stabbed, it was totally in self defense! Guys were gonna kidnap this sweet little old lady and some woman in a dress!”
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"Of course, dear, of course."Osanna pats your hand. "One fact is clear, however. You saved an old lady and her granddaughter from knife wielding ruffians. The Karstadts care very much about their family and they remember their friends. Young Jocelin's mother thanks you with all her heart..and my humble services."
"Hmm. We did not know that. We simply weren't going to let some ruffians harm two defenseless women. Is there anything that you will need us to do for this legal case?"
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Clearly having charmed the pants off the barrister, Gunnar saddles up next to her and wraps an arm around her waist. “So what’s the plan to help us walk outta here?”
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Elise does 11 damage after Toughness.
She blows on her smoking gun as she attempts to reload it.
BS(58): 69
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The young girl in the dress gets completely splattered with blood as Elise's shot hits it's mark. The ruffian dies! The old woman returns to the alley and is very grateful that her granddaughter is safe and tells you that she won't forget this act of kindness.
Updating when I get home cuz I didn't bring the booklet with me LOL
Elise says "Nice" for no clear reason.
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Gunnar races up to the scuffle in the alley and stares at Elise’s gun in awe. “Dang. I coulda used that weapon in my last troll hunt!”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
As you all walk back into the Marketplatz, it's still pretty much chaos, enough chaos that no one heard Elise's pistols go off. You look around to see where you could run off to but..
Suddenly, a series of deafening staccato cracks echo across the Marketplatz. All eyes turn to a flame haired woman holding aloft a smoking repeater pistol. A minstrel, surprised, plays a bum note and stops playing. A pig skids across the pie laden floor and rams into a potter's stall with a squeal, sending clay pots everywhere. Soldiers in red and blue Altdorf uniforms, and watchmen wearing the blue and gold heraldry of Ubersreik, rush in to all sides. The abruptly brings the riot to an end. The Marketplatz is now surrounded by a score of soldiers and watchmen.
The woman then speaks, her clear voice echoing across the square.
"You are ALL under arrest."
Gunnar steps behind a nearby horde member, hiding, and yells out "Yous louses should be arrested, bringin such lousy 'ntertainers here n all! Betse Wooster's Wondrous Cavalcade?! More like Betse Roosters a Rotten Old Maid!"
Intimidate (43 + (3 advantage points * 10 each) = 73): 36
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Ferdinand Gruber | Human | Class: Academic | Career: Wizard | Career level: Wizard's Apprentice | Career path: Scion*, Wizard's Apprentice | Status: Brass 3 | Spells: 3
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"Let's take advantage of the alley. They have not seen us. If we retreat to the other end of the alley we may remain inconspicuous. Search their bodies first."
(You guys are all caught between the guards. It is very clear you were part of the scuffle due to the fact some of you are covered in pie.)
PART TWO: LAW AND ORDER
Part two opens with you all imprisoned beneath the Watch Barracks in the Precinct district of Ubersreik. you've spent a crowded night with the other brawlers, all of whom are awaiting their arraignment. All weapons were confiscated with the assurance they will be returned if sentencing goes well. White faced mime artists surround the party gesticulating energetically but refuse to talk. These brilliantly garbed entertainers have argued for hours about the merits of various face paints, and such.
For hours, various cell mates are taken away in ones and twos. Rumor has it the legal apparatus of Ubersreik is rapidly throwing fines at everyone who participated in the brawl. The carnival folk claim it certainly wasn't them. Some blame Jungfreud supporters. Others blame the Altdorfers. The watchmen certainly aren't talking - most of them sport bruises and resentful glares.
OFF TO COURT
In the late morning, you all hear a Watchman calling out your names. As you exit the cell, you are clad in manacles and find a sizable escort of soldiers awaiting you all outside the barracks. Low lying fog drifts over the streets and slightly muffles sounds as you all are marched through the Precinct and over Ubersreik Bridge. As you approach the Marketplatz, you can hear the murmurs of a crowd in the distance. Your escort steers you towards a daunting stone building on the east side of the market: Ubersreik Town Hall.
A jeering crowd awaits you, only parting reluctantly as soldiers force them back to create a corridor. The crowd is yelling all sorts of encouragement and accusations, many of them wild and outrageous. You are led into the once pristine Nobles' Court from which House Jungfreud's representatives used to make their rulings. The courts stone walls are scarred with the marks of recent conflict. Bloodstains still show in several places where Jungfreud supporters were killed. Altdorf liveried soldiers line the walls and makeshift benches are installed oon an upper balcony for spectators. An elaborately robed judge draped in black and red, wearing a long, white wig sits upon a high dais peering down. A small pair of spectacles sits upon a long beaked nose.
He leans forward to study the party with evident interest. This is the right honorable Judge Melierte, a hard man, but generally considered fair. For an Empire judge, that is..
Judge Melierte looks at his clerks. "Are these the accused?" he asks. A clerk reads out your names one by one, pausing to look up each time awaiting a nod or similar signal from the name he called. "Very well." Judge Melierte says, "Read the charges."
"You stand accused of destruction of private property, disruption of commerce, inciting a riot, contributing to general lawlessness, and murder."
The Judge looks down at you all and asks, "How do you plead?"
Amris tensed up a bit when asked how they would like to plead, but manages to get out, "Uh... Not... Guilty?" A second passes and he asks quietly to someone near him, "Do we get a lawyer or something?"
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
"As a matter of fact, you do." A voice calls out.
A black robed woman in a wig storms into the courtroom. She flashes a smile at you all, then, somewhat breathless, turns to the Judge. "Excuse me, your Honor, but I need a brief recess to consult with my clients before they say anything they'll regret." Judge Melierte looks from the woman to you all and asks, "These, Osanna? Really?" He snorts and shakes his head before pounding his gavel once. "We shall have a short recess. Hensil, fetch me a pie, preferably one that wasn't involved in the market riot."
You all are swiftly escorted into a nearby antechamber. One or two lingering guards are all but shoved out by the woman who firmly closes the door behind them, before turning to you all with a winning smile. "Well, it seems we're in a spot of trouble, eh?" Obviously this is a massive understatement. "I am Barrister Osanna Winandus."
Typically, Barristers only represent very wealthy clients, as they are the only lawyers allowed to address the higher appellate courts of the Empire. She pauses to read over a scroll she claimed form one of the law clerks. "They're trying to lay the whole of the riot at your feet. Says here you started the brawl, attacked soldiers, near ransacked the town and..oh dear. Killed Fosten the Fiery? The children will never forgive you for that. I have somewhat of a reputation for taking on lost cause cases."
"I don't even know who Fosten the Fiery is. But what do you need from us? I assume that you are not doing this out of sympathy for us."
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Gunnar let's out a long, breathtaking burp: Braaaaaaaappppppppppp! "Aye, n' who in the nine hells are the children? I ain't deal with no children. No way. They're always gettin' in me way!"
Charm (vs 18!): 95
"You, on the other hand, my dear, are a looker! What say you and I blow this popsicle stand and go get a sip o' ale?"
OOC: HOLY #@&*#()@&*#()@&*#@&#*@T#&@*TGU@*#YU*@#TY@&*(#TY@&RY#Q)*_U$#)$Y #@&*Y@*(#Y@(*Q#Y*@(#Y*()! I MADE that charm roll!
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
“Number one, we didn’t start the brawl, it came to us.” Amris corrected. “Number two, like Elise said we don’t know who that is but if you’re referring to one of the guys we stabbed, it was totally in self defense! Guys were gonna kidnap this sweet little old lady and some woman in a dress!”
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
"Of course, dear, of course." Osanna pats your hand. "One fact is clear, however. You saved an old lady and her granddaughter from knife wielding ruffians. The Karstadts care very much about their family and they remember their friends. Young Jocelin's mother thanks you with all her heart..and my humble services."
"Wait a moment. Those women that we saved, they were nobles?"
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"Yes, indeed, and they are very grateful. They have hired me to assist you all."
"Hmm. We did not know that. We simply weren't going to let some ruffians harm two defenseless women. Is there anything that you will need us to do for this legal case?"
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Clearly having charmed the pants off the barrister, Gunnar saddles up next to her and wraps an arm around her waist. “So what’s the plan to help us walk outta here?”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?