"Oh, you know, calm and diffuse; tends to work in heated situation when I'm around." Anyllgrins before eyeing the elf up and down, "What did you have in mind?"
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Torke Aldrehas
Torke looses his grip on his longsword and sheathes it while approaching the man cautiously. He aims to stabilize his condition to observe his wounds more to know what he is facing. He turns to the alley door and will wait to see what becomes of the man before continuing to see what to do next.
Arophanis, while you do convince him that you just want to drink and talk, Frankie is now extremely uncomfortable. He is very clearly unsure of why you want to speak with him so badly and, as far as you know, he has no idea who any of you are. He continues to try and walk away, refusing politely, but sternly insisting he must go.
Torke, you kneel down to the man and notice three huge puncture wounds, the size of a hand in width. You attempt to locate the deepest wound...
...and you manage to bring the man out of unconsciousness by pressing on it. The pain revives him for a moment, but the sudden shock quickens his heartbeat and the other stab marks begin to bleed. He grabs your hand, pressing it deeper into the wound and grits his teeth. In between his clenched jaws he utters, "Police. Contest. W-" He then begins to shutter, pushing your hand to the side, opening his jacket and grabbing something in a pocket on the inside, closing his fist around it tightly.
He is unable to remove the item. His entire body begins to shake, and the light fades from his eyes.
The man is now dead. A pool of blood is slowly forming around his body, and you are covered in it. The door remains closed.
Hopper pipes up getting there attention. Taking his hand off of Frankie but staying right on his shoulder. Trying to secure Frankie but putting him at ease. Winks at Aphronis.
Wow that actually sounds really good. I don’t know if we met but I’m Hopper. Giving him a friendly slap on the back and in part to get him moving. Frankie you should definitely get the most expensive drink. I’m sure everyone will be thrilled! Hopper putting his hand to his chin like he’s thinking I believe they may have some drinks for the contestants at the staging area. I’m sure we can find around.
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Torke Aldrehas
Torke looks at the man in disdain, unfazed by the blood. He searches for his waterskin and pours a pint into the bloodied areas of his body away from the deceased man. After doing so, Torke looks at the alley door and braces his body as he tries to forcefully open the door with his weight.
He loses his footing as he pushes to break open the door, losing the benefit of his weight. In frustration, he takes out his longsword and mutters an incantation to fire a red-tinted oval of concentrated force to the door; eldritch blast: force damage- 10
Frankie is now upset, having been touched again, and he doesn't appear to be in the mood to talk or to drink. Without anyone firmly stopping him, he's now walked away from the crowd a good distance. Hopper and Arophanis are still within striking distance, while he's moved out of Samwell's. Those on the stage can no longer hear the conversation between Frankie and the other two even with increased abilities.
The masters on the stage watch on, unsure about how to proceed.
Torke, you blast open the entrance to a bar, hurling shards of wood into the wall across from you. The people who were drinking cower in fear and begin to shift and run to the back along with the customers just eating. One of the drinkers, however, stands up slowly and you notice by his dress that he is likely a wizard. You feel an immense magical aura coming from him. Its strong enough that just the act of standing up and facing you creates almost a second atmosphere of pressure around your entire body.
"You've better have a damn good reason for throwing doors around like that." Deep red eyes flaring in rage behind a grey beard and gritted teeth.
"Huh. Well, looking at it, I don't think I can make things worse..." Anyllwatches from afar and grimaces. The half-elf politely advances through the crowd towards Aphronis and Hopper, "Yes, congratulations, we won. No need to be scaring people off. Gods above, what are you doing?"
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Torke Aldrehas
Torke locks eyes to the wizard and sheathes the longsword without wny hesitation. His voice clears as he speaks in broken common, "I look for an old woman—I am sure they killed this man," he points to the deceased body with a blank expression on his face, "He spoke of a police and contest before he passed—I tried to keep them alive, but only for a moment it worked—They have an object clenched in his hands." Torke's posture shifts into a somewhat fearful stance.
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Torke, At first the wizard doesn't believe you, clenching his fists, but then he looks passed you and he sees the body on the ground. He immediately calms and runs over to the man on the floor. He checks around but sees that the man is dead and, defeated, he walks back over shoving a crumpled paper into your chest.
“This is what he was holding. Whatever old woman you're looking for didn't kill him. We just saw a man run in here with blood stains on his shirt and he'd said it was a nosebleed. We believed him because his face was busted up, but pretty obvious what happened now.”His head drooped, the wizard picks up his stool and asks for another drink.
Anyll and Hopper watch as Arophanis is swung around by the arm and slammed into the ground. A pair of shackles spring out of Frankie's back pocket. “You are under arrest for assaulting an officer of the law.” He mutters before the first clamp slaps down on Arophanis's wrist. Sam runs up behind Hopper just in time to hear the proclamation.
Now that things have been pointed out, the Dragonborn watches the whole scene play out from a distance. "Come on Gnome. Looks like the others may be in some trouble. No need for a lookout now."
Dropping off the stage FrostBite pushes through the crowd to join up with Anyll.
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Torke Aldrehas
Torke snatches the paper and fails to say another words as he walks away from the alley, glancing at the deceased man for only a few seconds. As he re-emerges into the crowd, he keeps his gaze on the crumpled paper to see what it holds while he blindly walks back to the stage while shifting along with the crowd.
stealth: amount- 6 ((Rolling with disadvantage because of the rarity of his race around the area))
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"Oh me oh my, I told you all this was a terrible idea, terrible terrible." Prosinet runs back and forth on the stage 5 feet in every direction. Clearly in a state of panic as the situation plays out before them. "Should have stayed home, should have not come, bad idea, bad, bad, bad. Time to sleep time to rest, let's have a nap and then we can leave." Prosinet pulls a hand full of rose petals out of his robes, throws them up in the air, and casts sleep on Franke, then runs behind the stage to find somewhere to hide
Sleep HP25
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Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Frostbite jumps down, the huge dragonborn form forcing people to move as it sails to the ground. Prosinet casts his spell and Frankie's eyes tighten for less than a second before continuing his arrest. it would appear, in this instance, that Frankie is immune to charm.
Arophanis fails to shake Frankie's grasp and the second clamp slams down. Frankie is indeed a cop, though he may be in disguise, this is evident by both the standard issue shackles stamped with the city's hawk symbol, and the personalized badge Frankie pulls from his pocket.
Just as Arophanis is being arrested, Torke walks right passed them, through the crowd, and up to the stage. Everyone is quiet distracted with a master being arrested, as well as it having been some time since the contest ended. Torke puts the paper away committing its content to memory...
...The paper is a list of ordinances that the Contest held by the Speaker was breaking. There are directions to the alleyway scribbled at the bottom.
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"Oh, you know, calm and diffuse; tends to work in heated situation when I'm around." Anyll grins before eyeing the elf up and down, "What did you have in mind?"
Torke Aldrehas
Torke looses his grip on his longsword and sheathes it while approaching the man cautiously. He aims to stabilize his condition to observe his wounds more to know what he is facing. He turns to the alley door and will wait to see what becomes of the man before continuing to see what to do next.
medicine: roll amount- 10
Frankie, buddy, why you doing this? We just want to talk, that's all. Come on, this way, 1st round is on me...
Deception 5
Hopper? Bring him along, quietly, back to the stage. Arophanis says through the mindlink
Arophanis, while you do convince him that you just want to drink and talk, Frankie is now extremely uncomfortable. He is very clearly unsure of why you want to speak with him so badly and, as far as you know, he has no idea who any of you are. He continues to try and walk away, refusing politely, but sternly insisting he must go.
Torke, you kneel down to the man and notice three huge puncture wounds, the size of a hand in width. You attempt to locate the deepest wound...
...and you manage to bring the man out of unconsciousness by pressing on it. The pain revives him for a moment, but the sudden shock quickens his heartbeat and the other stab marks begin to bleed. He grabs your hand, pressing it deeper into the wound and grits his teeth. In between his clenched jaws he utters, "Police. Contest. W-" He then begins to shutter, pushing your hand to the side, opening his jacket and grabbing something in a pocket on the inside, closing his fist around it tightly.
He is unable to remove the item. His entire body begins to shake, and the light fades from his eyes.
The man is now dead. A pool of blood is slowly forming around his body, and you are covered in it. The door remains closed.
Hopper pipes up getting there attention. Taking his hand off of Frankie but staying right on his shoulder. Trying to secure Frankie but putting him at ease. Winks at Aphronis.
Wow that actually sounds really good. I don’t know if we met but I’m Hopper. Giving him a friendly slap on the back and in part to get him moving. Frankie you should definitely get the most expensive drink. I’m sure everyone will be thrilled! Hopper putting his hand to his chin like he’s thinking I believe they may have some drinks for the contestants at the staging area. I’m sure we can find around.
Torke Aldrehas
Torke looks at the man in disdain, unfazed by the blood. He searches for his waterskin and pours a pint into the bloodied areas of his body away from the deceased man. After doing so, Torke looks at the alley door and braces his body as he tries to forcefully open the door with his weight.
athletics: roll amount- 8
He loses his footing as he pushes to break open the door, losing the benefit of his weight. In frustration, he takes out his longsword and mutters an incantation to fire a red-tinted oval of concentrated force to the door; eldritch blast: force damage- 10
"I don't have anything in mind," Laucian comments. "I'm just curious why you think this will make things better."
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Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Frankie is now upset, having been touched again, and he doesn't appear to be in the mood to talk or to drink. Without anyone firmly stopping him, he's now walked away from the crowd a good distance. Hopper and Arophanis are still within striking distance, while he's moved out of Samwell's. Those on the stage can no longer hear the conversation between Frankie and the other two even with increased abilities.
The masters on the stage watch on, unsure about how to proceed.
Torke, you blast open the entrance to a bar, hurling shards of wood into the wall across from you. The people who were drinking cower in fear and begin to shift and run to the back along with the customers just eating. One of the drinkers, however, stands up slowly and you notice by his dress that he is likely a wizard. You feel an immense magical aura coming from him. Its strong enough that just the act of standing up and facing you creates almost a second atmosphere of pressure around your entire body.
"You've better have a damn good reason for throwing doors around like that." Deep red eyes flaring in rage behind a grey beard and gritted teeth.
"Huh. Well, looking at it, I don't think I can make things worse..." Anyll watches from afar and grimaces. The half-elf politely advances through the crowd towards Aphronis and Hopper, "Yes, congratulations, we won. No need to be scaring people off. Gods above, what are you doing?"
Torke Aldrehas
Torke locks eyes to the wizard and sheathes the longsword without wny hesitation. His voice clears as he speaks in broken common, "I look for an old woman—I am sure they killed this man," he points to the deceased body with a blank expression on his face, "He spoke of a police and contest before he passed—I tried to keep them alive, but only for a moment it worked—They have an object clenched in his hands." Torke's posture shifts into a somewhat fearful stance.
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persuasion: roll amount- 13
deception: roll amount- 15
Grapple 19
Arophanis attempts to grab Frankie, however the subtleties of wrestling are not one of his strong suits:(
When Sam sees Arophanis attempt to stop the strange man, he springs into action, leaping forward off the stage and toward the fray.
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Torke, At first the wizard doesn't believe you, clenching his fists, but then he looks passed you and he sees the body on the ground. He immediately calms and runs over to the man on the floor. He checks around but sees that the man is dead and, defeated, he walks back over shoving a crumpled paper into your chest.
“This is what he was holding. Whatever old woman you're looking for didn't kill him. We just saw a man run in here with blood stains on his shirt and he'd said it was a nosebleed. We believed him because his face was busted up, but pretty obvious what happened now.” His head drooped, the wizard picks up his stool and asks for another drink.
Anyll and Hopper watch as Arophanis is swung around by the arm and slammed into the ground. A pair of shackles spring out of Frankie's back pocket.
“You are under arrest for assaulting an officer of the law.” He mutters before the first clamp slaps down on Arophanis's wrist. Sam runs up behind Hopper just in time to hear the proclamation.
FrostBite | Dragonborn Barbarian
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Now that things have been pointed out, the Dragonborn watches the whole scene play out from a distance. "Come on Gnome. Looks like the others may be in some trouble. No need for a lookout now."
Dropping off the stage FrostBite pushes through the crowd to join up with Anyll.
Torke Aldrehas
Torke snatches the paper and fails to say another words as he walks away from the alley, glancing at the deceased man for only a few seconds. As he re-emerges into the crowd, he keeps his gaze on the crumpled paper to see what it holds while he blindly walks back to the stage while shifting along with the crowd.
stealth: amount- 6 ((Rolling with disadvantage because of the rarity of his race around the area))
Escaping a Grapple, P195, is Acrobatics :) 22
o snap! This is so akward. Is that what the Silver Vests mean?
"Oh me oh my, I told you all this was a terrible idea, terrible terrible." Prosinet runs back and forth on the stage 5 feet in every direction. Clearly in a state of panic as the situation plays out before them. "Should have stayed home, should have not come, bad idea, bad, bad, bad. Time to sleep time to rest, let's have a nap and then we can leave." Prosinet pulls a hand full of rose petals out of his robes, throws them up in the air, and casts sleep on Franke, then runs behind the stage to find somewhere to hide
Sleep HP 25
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Frostbite jumps down, the huge dragonborn form forcing people to move as it sails to the ground. Prosinet casts his spell and Frankie's eyes tighten for less than a second before continuing his arrest. it would appear, in this instance, that Frankie is immune to charm.
Arophanis fails to shake Frankie's grasp and the second clamp slams down. Frankie is indeed a cop, though he may be in disguise, this is evident by both the standard issue shackles stamped with the city's hawk symbol, and the personalized badge Frankie pulls from his pocket.
Just as Arophanis is being arrested, Torke walks right passed them, through the crowd, and up to the stage. Everyone is quiet distracted with a master being arrested, as well as it having been some time since the contest ended. Torke puts the paper away committing its content to memory...
...The paper is a list of ordinances that the Contest held by the Speaker was breaking. There are directions to the alleyway scribbled at the bottom.