Singe pulls the group into a huddle "Team meeting. I have a plan I wanted to execute at the tavern, but now will have to do." Pointing at the bards and Lera, "You three break off, sneak along to the tavern." Pointing at Koll and Shanolia, "You two also break off, and skulk along in the shadows. Me and Perrin will make as much noise as possible. If we encounter a patrol of the team, we walk away and the second stealth team keeps moving." “This is a dangerous plan. Be careful.” Zamar says. "Wait," Shanolia speaks up for the first time since the team regrouped. "Three groups means about twenty contestants. Is splitting really our best option here?" "It might be. We will look less like a team if we are in small groups." Zamar points out. "They can't all be in the same place, that's a bad patrol," Singe adds, "The plan would be to never get in a fight. Just stand down, and do as we're told." "As long as the bards get to the contests that’s what matters. They will probably attempt to grab items on the list they don’t have already. Should we split them up among us or should someone on the sneaky team carry them.” Perrin remarks "But two friends, a halfling and genasi? Why would someone suspect us of participating?" Singe suggests. "I’d also like to warn you Singe that earlier me, Shanolia, and Koll were attacked by a group that recognized me as a participant in the scavenger hunt. They knew I was the one given the list as well." Perrin points out. Shanolia pipes up, "This is my point; If they picked us out of a crowd once, they're bound to do it again." Singe stops walking, "... Ok, um, well. That's a new dimension." "Lera, Zamar, Woe can any of you change the way you look?" Perrin asks. "Is it possible these aren’t participants but plants by Viscardi?" Zamar muses. "Regardless their goal might still be to stop us. If someone can disguise themselves to look like a simple person or maybe Needle there to enjoy the competition then they shouldn’t be bothered by the three teams. If they won’t be bothered then they should be carrying our items because like Shanolia said; we’ve been pointed out before we’re bound to be pointed out again," Perrin retorts. Zamar kicks the ground, "I can’t change my appearance. At least not without a disguise kit." Singe looks frustrated and stares at the halfling, "What do you suggest then? If fortune tells me anything, we're going to run into them, and soon." "I don’t dislike your original idea. In fact I like the idea of being a distraction. I just think that I shouldn’t be carrying any of the items if I’m going to be the distraction. I think Zamar or Woe or Lera should have them. We need to cause as much as a distraction as possible. Even get the guards involved. Fighting in the city cannot be that big of punishment. Anything to get them into the inn and hopefully win that diamond." Singe cocks his head, "Fire? A big fire!" Shanolia steps back from the genasi, "Just... try not to burn any buildings down. Arson is definitely worse than fighting." "Yes, I know."
Koll speaks for the first time, "Give us some time before, the patrols will be pretty tightly centered around the tavern. I think we can go for about 20 more minutes without worrying."
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
After the warning, Team Red can't help but feel a little paranoid as they continue travelling through the streets to the Blade and Stars. Every shadow seems to move. A silhouette on a rooftop feels like a scout waiting to fire, a scuffle and sounds from alleyways make you tense up, and at one point a drunkard comes stumbling out of a building, knocking a pile of crates over as he does. The group has passed two patrols as they make their way down the streets of Baldur's Gate, but so far there has been no sign of opposition. The Blade and Stars lies less than half an hour ahead, and it is here that they decide to formulate a plan.
“If I’m going to be the distraction I probably shouldn’t have this. Here Woe you can keep it safe..” as Perrin says this he gives Woe: their original scavenger hunters list and one from another team, a counterfeit coin, a space hamster (which is made out of wood) and a red wig.
Woe answers with a disgusted face: "uhhhh, I am not touching that wig!! Where did you get that??"
“From a Goliath blacksmith named Flint. It’s perfectly fine. Plus now Junior has room” Perrin replies.
Singe pulls the single feather out of his book and the tailored XXXL undergarments out of his pack and gives them to Woe. Woe will wrap the wig into the extra extra extra large undergarment and fill out her bra with it. Then she smiles "I am sure this will help my performance!!" Then she carefully puts the feather the two scavenger hunters lists and the flaming fist emblem in between the paper sheets of her scrolls and puts them back into the paper cylinder. She wraps the coin in a small piece of scrap paper and puts it in her purse and the space hamster goes into the bottom of her bag...
Woe asks: "so, the plan is, you distract, and we sneak/then run???" "Yep!" Singe answers. "Let's do it!!" Woe tries to fire up their enthusiasm... "May Lolth guide us from the shadows." Says Shanolia quietly.
After moving all the items and getting into the three separate teams for this mission the groups begin to move out. Perrin and Singe are part of Team Noisemaker. True to their name they start making noise, by casually talking, while traveling on the main road.
“So! I hear you’re quite the baker.” begins Singe.
“Yeah. I grew up on a Cherry Farm and my Ma taught me how ta bake. Cherry pastry are my specialty but I can do other stuff too.” Perrin replies.
“And you’re ripe out?” inquires Singe.
“Yeah. I was savin a couple for when we won but Junior ate them all. I was hopin to bake some more at the Inn while the bards play.” Perrin responds.
“Well, I don’t think they let just anyone use an inn’s kitchen. And it will be far from halfling sized.” Singe offers for Perrin to consider.
“You make do with what you got. Plus I can be persuasive. Just ask Koll how I convinced his brotha not to steal the diamond just with my pie and my words.” Perrin responds proudly.
"I know a few kitchens that would be more than happy to have cherry pies baking." Singe offers to Perrin.
“Really that’d be great. After this is all over I’d love for you to show me. I’d even bake you something personal as thanks for it.” Perrin happily replies.
"Thank you! Everything I make gets burned. I understand that no good baker reveals their secret ingredients, but you can't use any old cherries?" Singe says as he looks down at his flame hands.
“You probably burn everythang because of ya magic. Ya cannot cheat and use magic for cooking. It removes all the flavors. You’re right. A good baker never reveals his secrets. Let’s just say I had the best cherries around while I was on the farm. They’re a little hard to come by now so I cannot make the perfect pie like my Ma but I’m tryin to get close with what I have around me.”Perrin offers as an answer to Singe's questions.
"Yeah, food is always better without magic. But if you have it enough," Singe shrugs, "It becomes bearable." Singe twiddled his thumbs and looks around. (Perception Singe: 14 Perception Perrin: 7)
“Don’t worry buddy. As long as you’re with me I’ll be happy to do all the cooking. No more burnt or tasteless magic food for you.” Perrin gives him a nice hardy slap on the back.
Singe coughs, "You pack quite a punch." Slipping into halfling, Singe asks "So, you're a paladin?"
Responding back in halfling "Yeah. A paladin of Yondalla. I've only recently become one. Hey, you know halfing. Not many people I meet learn the language for most of the time you need to learn from someone speaking it to you, not by books."
Singe laughs "Yeah, spent my childhood surrounded by a halfling family."
"Ah must have been wonderful. I'm sure you were always asked to get stuff from up high. I must meet your family someday. Are they in the city?" Perrin inquires.
At this point, Singe and Perrin see someone from up the road pointing in their direction. A lookout? Maybe. He's soon joined by two others looking down the road. They make nothing of it and continue their discussion.
"Company." Singe says in Halfling, then in Common, "I will gladly introduce you to them, they're quite nice. But if they ask about Woe... Not. A. Word."
"I see. Let us start making some noise" Perrin replies in Halfling and then switches back to Common saying "Why not? She seems like a nice girl. If she was my type I'd considering going with her."
Singe sighs loudly "She's very nice. But she's nearly twice my age and I don't want my family to know about any romantic interests. The fact they know her name nixes her from consideration."
"You're family is going to know the name oh who you're with. Of course, if you want your family to stop asking if every girl you bring home is your girlfriend you can do what I did. Tell your parents that girls just aren't your type." Perrin responds.
Singe stops talking, and then snaps back, "But that be an objective lie! I've never lied to my family like that. Also, that won't stop it. It'll just change"
"Hmmm. True; it would change. And it is not always a lie. At least for me, it wasn't. Not like I brought home many boys or girls during my youth." Perrin comments back.
Singe laughs "Yes, you and I are in the same boat there. It probably would have helped if I was doing 'teenaged things' instead of holed up in a tower learning magic."
Perrin also laughs. "Yeah; spent a lot of time in the kitchen and in the Cherry Orchard. Not really book learning magic but I know Yondalla will bless me with some soon. Mostly protection based stuff. Do you specialize in any type of magic?"
"Well, I've always been partial to abjuration" Singe offers. Perrin looks at you like he doesn't understand what you said when you say abjuration. "But my mentor thought evocation would be more compatible." Perrin continues to stare at you like you're speaking gibberish when you say evocation.
Out of nowhere Shanolia begins to rush from rooftop to rooftop. Her silhouette is clearly defined as she attempts to get closer to the small group that has assembled ahead.
Suddenly as if Perrin kind of understands what Singe was trying to say he say "I thought she was supposed to be quiet and hidden. So your master did magic that causes harm. Hmm... I'd prefer stuff that protects and heals my friends."
Seeing Perrin's expression, Singe chuckles "I like protection magic, but my mentor thought because of my fire hands and what not, I would find harmful magic more satisfying. No, she could see things. The past, present, future. She knew what you were thinking and knew where you were."
At this point, it looks like someone is going to approach Singe and Perrin to say something. They quiet down waiting for the stranger to make themselves known.
After the three groups split again, Woe finds herself walking with Zamar and Lera. They hang back from the 'noisemakers' and try to give the display of a normal 'family', enjoying an evening stroll, commenting on the houses they pass. Even though it looks like they have no care in the world, Woe can feel the tension inside every one of them. They look into every shadow, every alleyway. Woe asks Zamar: "What instruments do you play? Your music was beautiful when you supported Lera through the obstacle course!"
He smiles at the compliment. “Lute, Pan flute, and Viol. And thank you for your kind words. Your piping was similarly inspiring. Very powerful. What else do you play?” He glances over at Lera and sees her grinning at the interaction. He rolls his eyes at her. Lera sends the equivalent of a heart emoji through the message cantrip to her father.
Woe is suddenly aware at the looks going from the daughter to the father. And quickly she understands what message Lera is trying to convey. I wonder what their backstory is, Woe thinks to herself. As if nothing happend she continues talking to Zamar: "I play the bagpipes, the drums and the lute. The bagpipes are great when you need to entertain a big crowd, or during a fight. I use the lute for slow music, for romantic events and when I just want to sing to myself at a fireplace. But my favorite instrument, even though it doesn't involve a tune, are my drums. They make everybody happy and they force them to dance, if they want to or not. Drums are the perfect instrument for magic rituals, and yes, to make people happy! I have always admired the viol. It is a very powerful instrument, the most suited to describe the pain of heartache and loss. What is your reason for chosing it?" With this Woe touches Zamar lightly on his arm, lasting only half a second.
“You are very perceptive, Woe. It is the instrument of heartache and loss. Lera’s mother was my one true love. She died bringing Lera into the world. I took up the Viol shortly thereafter.” He pauses as he gets a faraway look in his eye. After a reflective moment he continues. “I agree with you about the lute. Perfect for playing by the fire. The pan pipes are my instrument of joy. They are whimsical and playful and help to capture those moments of unbridled happiness.” Noticing Woe glancing at Lera, he realizes she is being as subtle as usual. “I’m sorry about Lera’s...exuberance. We have been on our own for so long. I’m sure she thinks she is helping. For all I know, she is. But I hope it does not make you uncomfortable.”
"Ah, as grown up as she was during the contest today, right now I see a child who wants to see her father happy. If you really take up adventuring with her, she will have to grow up very quickly. But even then I am sure she will still try to make her father happy." Woe smiles. "You have a great and skilled daughter and if her mother was anything like her, then she was an extraordinary woman. I am very sorry for your loss. I will keep an eye out for Lera and I am looking forward to playing some tunes with you, whatever the situation. Let's just hope this one here doesn't get out of control." Woe says this with a worried look at the street ahead. Then feeling as if she needed to explain herself at least a little, she adds: "I have never really been in love, besides my first love, my grandparents, who brought me up. I travelled too much, and enjoyed life too much. No-one could tie me down. I really have mostly been a bird, flying where the wind takes me, singing my notes." Again, she smiles at Zamar and touches his arm. And he can tell that Woe is not regretting her single life one bit.
“That sounds like a lovely life and I am sure ours will be richer for having you in it. Love is a wonderful and terrible thing. I cannot decide if you are better or worse for not having it. But it is not a feeling of being tied down. Rather, it is a feeling of complete freedom to do as you wish, but all you wish is to make them happy.” He puts his hand on her shoulder and squeezes it briefly. “And I thank you for looking out for Lera. She is a sweet child, but overly enthusiastic. She gives me a hard time, but I know she wants to make me happy. And proud.” He chuckles to himself. “As to the adventuring, you will find that I am the reluctant party here. She is too full of the tales she grew up listening to me tell. She wants me to one day sing her story. I couldn’t let her go out on her own. So, here I am.” “But you need not explain” he smiles back at her. “Our relationship will be whatever it will be and only time will answer that for us.” He throws her a wink. “And you will learn to resist her hints before long.”
"We'll see what the future brings. But I can tell you, going on adventures is addictive. Soon you will not be able to stop!!"
The Blade and Stars looms ahead. You can already hear the music coming from the tavern. It's loud enough to drown out much of the noise in its immediate vicinity. Before the last turn in the road, the group of three that were watching Perrin and Singe's advance calls out, "Oi!" One of them yells, "Road's closed. Bugger off!"
They wait a moment for a reaction when the shattering sound of a rooftop tile pierces the night. All heads look up to see Shanolia, body outline highlighted by the lamplight, sprinting across the rooftops to get closer. "We've got a team!!" They shout out. Suddenly the small square is a flurry of action as others run to their location.
Woe sees a few people blocking the road ahead, waiting for Singe and Perrin. She pulls Lera towards the shadows on the right hand side of the street and motions for Zamar to follow. "We should dash into the next alley on the right and move quickly towards the Inn... hopefully the sneakers will follow us and alert us if we need to weave in and out of alleys!!"
Zamar agrees. "That’s probably a good idea, though I dislike leaving our friends. If only I could surreptitiously put them to sleep from the shadows. But it is too risky, and we need to get to that contest."
Woe tries to make eye contact with Shanolia and Koll to double-check plans, but is unable to get their attention. She decides to see if there is anything Lera can do to help. "Can you message Shanolia and ask her how many enemies are up ahead? And if she can see anything else we should know?"
Lera peers ahead and concentrates. "No good. She's too far." Lera pouts a bit.
Zamar frowns. "Hopefully at least one of them is watching and can see where we slip off to."
"Lera, Zamar, let's stick to the original plan and sneak around! We can do this!!" With this Woe steps a couple of steps into the alley on the right, then she turns to see if they are following. She needn't have worried. They are fast on her heels.
"Let's move!!" staying in the shadows, team rock-stars checks out that alleyway on the right. As they walk, Woe glances behind for signs of pursuit.
(Note: If nothing looks suspicious, we will then move in the shades along that alley until we reach a parallel street to the one we were originally on. the smaller an alley the better.)
"Fire?" Singe whispers to Perrin in Halfling. "Just don't get anyone killed." Perrin whispers back.
"Yes we are a team! We're here to take that prize, just him and I!" Singe yells at the people his darkvision barely catches.
"And there is nothing you three can do to stop us from getting that DIAMOND!" Perrin shouts as loud as he can.
Singe mutters a few arcane phrases as he lifts back his flaming hand. Flame licks off his hand as he flings a fire bolt at the aggressor. As the fire bolt hits, burning the aggressor, Singe turns to Perrin, smiling, his hair has begun to dance, "Ouch, that must have Singed him."
Singe cast fire bolt (12 on hit) at the aggressor for 5 fire damage.
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Just as a few others rush up to see what the commotion is about, Singe launches a moat of fire at the man that initially challenged them. He screams in pain as the fire sears his flesh. In response, his friend pulls up his crossbow and lets loose a bolt at Singe. It pierces his mage armor and embeds itself in Singe's side. Covering his burnt shoulder, the poor guy takes cover behind a wagon and calls out to Tymora. A soft light is seen and his expression softens. Taking up his ally's example, the third person in the group fires off a bolt at Perrin. It flies into a nearby building and the crossbow twangs as the string breaks. He curses and tosses the useless weapon aside.
The initial three are joined by another man in robes, a sketchy looking cutpurse, and a large half-orc.
Well, we got their attention. Perrin thinks when Singe throws a bolt of fire at them. However, Perrin instantly cringes when he sees his friend get pierced by a crossbow bolt from one of the guys across the street. Seeing his friend injured Perrin says a quick prayer up to Yondalla "Mother Goddess watch over and protect us." while radiant healing light pours out of his hands and into Singes body (Singe heals 4 HP). Perrin decides that he must draw all the attention to himself. So, once the healing energy stops pouring out he starts making his way towards the group (moving to H8) and while banging on his shield with his shortsword he taunts out "Is that all you got! I know one-eyed monkeys with better aim than that!"
Shanolia sees the first attack as her go-ahead to cause mayhem. Quickly, she darts from her position to an adjacent rooftop and hides behind the swell of the roof, out of sight of their attackers.
Movement = G5 -> M1 /r 1d20+7 #Hide ============================ Current Position = M1 (Hidden)
"Come now Tymora! For fairness's sake!" Singe wheezes, clutching the bolt, now a little less deep into his side. Seeing the new robed figure, Singe raises three fingers and throws three glowing darts at the robed man. "I'm in no mood for a wizard duel." Singe begins to move for cover.
A loud gurgling comes from the other side of the wagon which ends as quickly as it arose. The priest of Tymora next to him yells out, "You killed him!!"
Singe stops moving, and turns towards the wagon. "I have some repenting to do," he whispers before walking next to Perrin. Perrin stares slack jawed at Singe. Looking at the amateur adventurers, Singe barks "Stand down or you all die as quickly as he did!"
Singe casts magic missile at the now dead robed man, dealing 12 force damage. He moves to H9.
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Koll can hear the sounds of combat ahead of him, so he picks up his pace and finds himself looking around the corner of a building at two people. He can make out some of their words as they skulk in an alley trying to get sight of the combat on the other street. "Did you hear that scream?" One says. "I got goosepimples all over..."
As he concentrates on their words, Woe comes rushing past. He attempts to stop her with an outstretched hand, but she rushes by too quickly. Both of the people in the alley turn and see her.
Up on the main street one of the thugs rushes over to Perrin, fresh tears of rage on his face. He stabs his rapier forward, looking to kill the halfling, but the rapier slides off of Perrin's shield. Following the thug, the shady looking sneak comes up to his side and flings a dagger at the halfling after whispering a short prayer. The dagger flies wide and he curses.
The last thug reloads his crossbow and raises it at Singe. He takes a breath to steady himself, but his hands are shaking so badly that the bolt hits nothing but the street behind the wizard. When Singe turns his attention to him, he drops his crossbow and raises his hands - his face contorted in fear. Not one to be intimidated so easily, the half-orc charges forward past the cowardly thug with bloodlust in his eyes.
A drunkard stumbles forward from the Blade and Stars entrance, sees the fallen robed figure and stares. It takes a bit before he realizes what he's looking at, as half of the robed man's face is completely blown off revealing most of his skull. The drunkard tries to say something but ends up releasing the contents of his stomach instead.
The Acolyte of Tymora stands and flees. There's something about an ally's exposed skull that'll test the wits of their friends. Perhaps he's not meant to be an adventurer after all.
Round 2 Singe 3 hp down Robes @ q7 - Dead Robes 2 @q6 - Fled North
Perrin the throws of combat suddenly has his guard training come back to him. “I’m sorry about this” Perrin cries out as he quickly slams the butt of his sword into the man who attempted to Rapier him. His sword lands with a heavy hit; he’s definitely going to feel that tomorrow. Perrin will continue to stand his ground.
//Perrin attacked with his short sword (21 To Hit) on the man at I8 for 3 Damage//
Woe will run forward and shout at the two guys next to the house "YOU'RE NEXT IF YOU DON'T RUN AWAY - NOW!" If they don't move, she'll start shouting at them: "you stupid, simple idiots, you're little kids trying to be heroes, but you're going to be dead in a minute" but it's laced with subtle enchantments... targeted at the first guy.
Looking at the enraged half-orc, Singe whispers "What should I do?" He stands almost paralyzed. "We'll continue the mission first! We’ll deal with that later!" cries Perrin.
Regaining some function, Singe ducks out of the way of an incoming attack and runs.
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Sensing her opportunity, Shanolia ducks around the roof swell and takes aim at the first person she sees. Swiftly pulling a dagger from it's sheath at her waist she sends it flying through the air, perfectly hitting one of Perrin's attackers. The target stumbles forward a few steps towards Perrin, fumbling for the dagger in his head, before collapsing to the ground; dead.
Koll moves forward, staying hidden in the shadows, as Woe confronts the men in the alley. He crouches, ready with a throwing star in hand if they come at her. Why did these others have to turn this harmless contest into a battle? he wonders. Hearing the yelling and screaming from one street over, he worries about Perrin, Shanolia and Singe. He does not want to hurt these others, but he will defend his new friends if he must.
The bandit with the crossbow spotted Shanolia as she moved, and shot his crossbow at her, sinking a bolt into her shoulder causing her to fall to the ground.
The two in Perrin's face tried to slash at him, but their weapons bounced off his armor and shield, harmlessly.
Now that you are closer, you can see even more members of this newly formed "team" rushing to help prevent you from attaining your goal. A woman at the fountain screamed at the sight of Shanolia falling, and ran off to the east shouting for the guards.
As Woe got closer to the Blade and Stars, the two rough looking men stepped out from the alley. They laughed at her petty insults. "Oh, chickadee," said the half-orc. "You need to learn some manners. Don't you see? You aren't allowed in the tavern. If you don't turn back, we'll have to teach you some manners." The other bandit just stood staring at Woe, making kissy lips at her.
Round 3 Shanolia 0/8 HP i8 3 damage Singe 3 hp down
Zamar moves briskly up the alley, whistling a soothing tune as he gestures in the direction of those who would harm his friends. As the magic takes hold, the half-orc accosting Woe slumps to the ground, dreaming whatever thugs and bullies dream of. Probably punching an outnumbered foe, he muses.
Singe pulls the group into a huddle "Team meeting. I have a plan I wanted to execute at the tavern, but now will have to do."
Pointing at the bards and Lera, "You three break off, sneak along to the tavern." Pointing at Koll and Shanolia, "You two also break off, and skulk along in the shadows. Me and Perrin will make as much noise as possible. If we encounter a patrol of the team, we walk away and the second stealth team keeps moving."
“This is a dangerous plan. Be careful.” Zamar says.
"Wait," Shanolia speaks up for the first time since the team regrouped. "Three groups means about twenty contestants. Is splitting really our best option here?"
"It might be. We will look less like a team if we are in small groups." Zamar points out.
"They can't all be in the same place, that's a bad patrol," Singe adds, "The plan would be to never get in a fight. Just stand down, and do as we're told."
"As long as the bards get to the contests that’s what matters. They will probably attempt to grab items on the list they don’t have already. Should we split them up among us or should someone on the sneaky team carry them.” Perrin remarks
"But two friends, a halfling and genasi? Why would someone suspect us of participating?" Singe suggests.
"I’d also like to warn you Singe that earlier me, Shanolia, and Koll were attacked by a group that recognized me as a participant in the scavenger hunt. They knew I was the one given the list as well." Perrin points out.
Shanolia pipes up, "This is my point; If they picked us out of a crowd once, they're bound to do it again."
Singe stops walking, "... Ok, um, well. That's a new dimension."
"Lera, Zamar, Woe can any of you change the way you look?" Perrin asks.
"Is it possible these aren’t participants but plants by Viscardi?" Zamar muses.
"Regardless their goal might still be to stop us. If someone can disguise themselves to look like a simple person or maybe Needle there to enjoy the competition then they shouldn’t be bothered by the three teams. If they won’t be bothered then they should be carrying our items because like Shanolia said; we’ve been pointed out before we’re bound to be pointed out again," Perrin retorts.
Zamar kicks the ground, "I can’t change my appearance. At least not without a disguise kit."
Singe looks frustrated and stares at the halfling, "What do you suggest then? If fortune tells me anything, we're going to run into them, and soon."
"I don’t dislike your original idea. In fact I like the idea of being a distraction. I just think that I shouldn’t be carrying any of the items if I’m going to be the distraction. I think Zamar or Woe or Lera should have them. We need to cause as much as a distraction as possible. Even get the guards involved. Fighting in the city cannot be that big of punishment. Anything to get them into the inn and hopefully win that diamond."
Singe cocks his head, "Fire? A big fire!"
Shanolia steps back from the genasi, "Just... try not to burn any buildings down. Arson is definitely worse than fighting."
"Yes, I know."
Koll speaks for the first time, "Give us some time before, the patrols will be pretty tightly centered around the tavern. I think we can go for about 20 more minutes without worrying."
With that, the group continues on.
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
After the warning, Team Red can't help but feel a little paranoid as they continue travelling through the streets to the Blade and Stars. Every shadow seems to move. A silhouette on a rooftop feels like a scout waiting to fire, a scuffle and sounds from alleyways make you tense up, and at one point a drunkard comes stumbling out of a building, knocking a pile of crates over as he does. The group has passed two patrols as they make their way down the streets of Baldur's Gate, but so far there has been no sign of opposition. The Blade and Stars lies less than half an hour ahead, and it is here that they decide to formulate a plan.
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“If I’m going to be the distraction I probably shouldn’t have this. Here Woe you can keep it safe..” as Perrin says this he gives Woe: their original scavenger hunters list and one from another team, a counterfeit coin, a space hamster (which is made out of wood) and a red wig.
Woe answers with a disgusted face: "uhhhh, I am not touching that wig!! Where did you get that??"
“From a Goliath blacksmith named Flint. It’s perfectly fine. Plus now Junior has room” Perrin replies.
Singe pulls the single feather out of his book and the tailored XXXL undergarments out of his pack and gives them to Woe. Woe will wrap the wig into the extra extra extra large undergarment and fill out her bra with it. Then she smiles "I am sure this will help my performance!!" Then she carefully puts the feather the two scavenger hunters lists and the flaming fist emblem in between the paper sheets of her scrolls and puts them back into the paper cylinder. She wraps the coin in a small piece of scrap paper and puts it in her purse and the space hamster goes into the bottom of her bag...
Woe asks: "so, the plan is, you distract, and we sneak/then run???" "Yep!" Singe answers. "Let's do it!!" Woe tries to fire up their enthusiasm... "May Lolth guide us from the shadows." Says Shanolia quietly.
Team Noisemaker/Hafling Heritage
After moving all the items and getting into the three separate teams for this mission the groups begin to move out. Perrin and Singe are part of Team Noisemaker. True to their name they start making noise, by casually talking, while traveling on the main road.
“So! I hear you’re quite the baker.” begins Singe.
“Yeah. I grew up on a Cherry Farm and my Ma taught me how ta bake. Cherry pastry are my specialty but I can do other stuff too.” Perrin replies.
“And you’re ripe out?” inquires Singe.
“Yeah. I was savin a couple for when we won but Junior ate them all. I was hopin to bake some more at the Inn while the bards play.” Perrin responds.
“Well, I don’t think they let just anyone use an inn’s kitchen. And it will be far from halfling sized.” Singe offers for Perrin to consider.
“You make do with what you got. Plus I can be persuasive. Just ask Koll how I convinced his brotha not to steal the diamond just with my pie and my words.” Perrin responds proudly.
"I know a few kitchens that would be more than happy to have cherry pies baking." Singe offers to Perrin.
“Really that’d be great. After this is all over I’d love for you to show me. I’d even bake you something personal as thanks for it.” Perrin happily replies.
"Thank you! Everything I make gets burned. I understand that no good baker reveals their secret ingredients, but you can't use any old cherries?" Singe says as he looks down at his flame hands.
“You probably burn everythang because of ya magic. Ya cannot cheat and use magic for cooking. It removes all the flavors. You’re right. A good baker never reveals his secrets. Let’s just say I had the best cherries around while I was on the farm. They’re a little hard to come by now so I cannot make the perfect pie like my Ma but I’m tryin to get close with what I have around me.” Perrin offers as an answer to Singe's questions.
"Yeah, food is always better without magic. But if you have it enough," Singe shrugs, "It becomes bearable." Singe twiddled his thumbs and looks around. (Perception Singe: 14 Perception Perrin: 7)
“Don’t worry buddy. As long as you’re with me I’ll be happy to do all the cooking. No more burnt or tasteless magic food for you.” Perrin gives him a nice hardy slap on the back.
Singe coughs, "You pack quite a punch." Slipping into halfling, Singe asks "So, you're a paladin?"
Responding back in halfling "Yeah. A paladin of Yondalla. I've only recently become one. Hey, you know halfing. Not many people I meet learn the language for most of the time you need to learn from someone speaking it to you, not by books."
Singe laughs "Yeah, spent my childhood surrounded by a halfling family."
"Ah must have been wonderful. I'm sure you were always asked to get stuff from up high. I must meet your family someday. Are they in the city?" Perrin inquires.
At this point, Singe and Perrin see someone from up the road pointing in their direction. A lookout? Maybe. He's soon joined by two others looking down the road. They make nothing of it and continue their discussion.
"Company." Singe says in Halfling, then in Common, "I will gladly introduce you to them, they're quite nice. But if they ask about Woe... Not. A. Word."
"I see. Let us start making some noise" Perrin replies in Halfling and then switches back to Common saying "Why not? She seems like a nice girl. If she was my type I'd considering going with her."
Singe sighs loudly "She's very nice. But she's nearly twice my age and I don't want my family to know about any romantic interests. The fact they know her name nixes her from consideration."
"You're family is going to know the name oh who you're with. Of course, if you want your family to stop asking if every girl you bring home is your girlfriend you can do what I did. Tell your parents that girls just aren't your type." Perrin responds.
Singe stops talking, and then snaps back, "But that be an objective lie! I've never lied to my family like that. Also, that won't stop it. It'll just change"
"Hmmm. True; it would change. And it is not always a lie. At least for me, it wasn't. Not like I brought home many boys or girls during my youth." Perrin comments back.
Singe laughs "Yes, you and I are in the same boat there. It probably would have helped if I was doing 'teenaged things' instead of holed up in a tower learning magic."
Perrin also laughs. "Yeah; spent a lot of time in the kitchen and in the Cherry Orchard. Not really book learning magic but I know Yondalla will bless me with some soon. Mostly protection based stuff. Do you specialize in any type of magic?"
"Well, I've always been partial to abjuration" Singe offers. Perrin looks at you like he doesn't understand what you said when you say abjuration. "But my mentor thought evocation would be more compatible." Perrin continues to stare at you like you're speaking gibberish when you say evocation.
Out of nowhere Shanolia begins to rush from rooftop to rooftop. Her silhouette is clearly defined as she attempts to get closer to the small group that has assembled ahead.
Suddenly as if Perrin kind of understands what Singe was trying to say he say "I thought she was supposed to be quiet and hidden. So your master did magic that causes harm. Hmm... I'd prefer stuff that protects and heals my friends."
Seeing Perrin's expression, Singe chuckles "I like protection magic, but my mentor thought because of my fire hands and what not, I would find harmful magic more satisfying. No, she could see things. The past, present, future. She knew what you were thinking and knew where you were."
At this point, it looks like someone is going to approach Singe and Perrin to say something. They quiet down waiting for the stranger to make themselves known.
Group Rock Stars
After the three groups split again, Woe finds herself walking with Zamar and Lera. They hang back from the 'noisemakers' and try to give the display of a normal 'family', enjoying an evening stroll, commenting on the houses they pass. Even though it looks like they have no care in the world, Woe can feel the tension inside every one of them. They look into every shadow, every alleyway. Woe asks Zamar: "What instruments do you play? Your music was beautiful when you supported Lera through the obstacle course!"
He smiles at the compliment. “Lute, Pan flute, and Viol. And thank you for your kind words. Your piping was similarly inspiring. Very powerful. What else do you play?” He glances over at Lera and sees her grinning at the interaction. He rolls his eyes at her. Lera sends the equivalent of a heart emoji through the message cantrip to her father.
Woe is suddenly aware at the looks going from the daughter to the father. And quickly she understands what message Lera is trying to convey. I wonder what their backstory is, Woe thinks to herself. As if nothing happend she continues talking to Zamar: "I play the bagpipes, the drums and the lute. The bagpipes are great when you need to entertain a big crowd, or during a fight. I use the lute for slow music, for romantic events and when I just want to sing to myself at a fireplace. But my favorite instrument, even though it doesn't involve a tune, are my drums. They make everybody happy and they force them to dance, if they want to or not. Drums are the perfect instrument for magic rituals, and yes, to make people happy! I have always admired the viol. It is a very powerful instrument, the most suited to describe the pain of heartache and loss. What is your reason for chosing it?" With this Woe touches Zamar lightly on his arm, lasting only half a second.
“You are very perceptive, Woe. It is the instrument of heartache and loss. Lera’s mother was my one true love. She died bringing Lera into the world. I took up the Viol shortly thereafter.” He pauses as he gets a faraway look in his eye. After a reflective moment he continues. “I agree with you about the lute. Perfect for playing by the fire. The pan pipes are my instrument of joy. They are whimsical and playful and help to capture those moments of unbridled happiness.” Noticing Woe glancing at Lera, he realizes she is being as subtle as usual. “I’m sorry about Lera’s...exuberance. We have been on our own for so long. I’m sure she thinks she is helping. For all I know, she is. But I hope it does not make you uncomfortable.”
"Ah, as grown up as she was during the contest today, right now I see a child who wants to see her father happy. If you really take up adventuring with her, she will have to grow up very quickly. But even then I am sure she will still try to make her father happy." Woe smiles. "You have a great and skilled daughter and if her mother was anything like her, then she was an extraordinary woman. I am very sorry for your loss. I will keep an eye out for Lera and I am looking forward to playing some tunes with you, whatever the situation. Let's just hope this one here doesn't get out of control." Woe says this with a worried look at the street ahead. Then feeling as if she needed to explain herself at least a little, she adds: "I have never really been in love, besides my first love, my grandparents, who brought me up. I travelled too much, and enjoyed life too much. No-one could tie me down. I really have mostly been a bird, flying where the wind takes me, singing my notes." Again, she smiles at Zamar and touches his arm. And he can tell that Woe is not regretting her single life one bit.
“That sounds like a lovely life and I am sure ours will be richer for having you in it. Love is a wonderful and terrible thing. I cannot decide if you are better or worse for not having it. But it is not a feeling of being tied down. Rather, it is a feeling of complete freedom to do as you wish, but all you wish is to make them happy.” He puts his hand on her shoulder and squeezes it briefly. “And I thank you for looking out for Lera. She is a sweet child, but overly enthusiastic. She gives me a hard time, but I know she wants to make me happy. And proud.” He chuckles to himself. “As to the adventuring, you will find that I am the reluctant party here. She is too full of the tales she grew up listening to me tell. She wants me to one day sing her story. I couldn’t let her go out on her own. So, here I am.” “But you need not explain” he smiles back at her. “Our relationship will be whatever it will be and only time will answer that for us.” He throws her a wink. “And you will learn to resist her hints before long.”
"We'll see what the future brings. But I can tell you, going on adventures is addictive. Soon you will not be able to stop!!"
He laughs. “I pray you are right!”
The Blade and Stars looms ahead. You can already hear the music coming from the tavern. It's loud enough to drown out much of the noise in its immediate vicinity. Before the last turn in the road, the group of three that were watching Perrin and Singe's advance calls out, "Oi!" One of them yells, "Road's closed. Bugger off!"
They wait a moment for a reaction when the shattering sound of a rooftop tile pierces the night. All heads look up to see Shanolia, body outline highlighted by the lamplight, sprinting across the rooftops to get closer. "We've got a team!!" They shout out. Suddenly the small square is a flurry of action as others run to their location.
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Team Rockstar
Woe sees a few people blocking the road ahead, waiting for Singe and Perrin. She pulls Lera towards the shadows on the right hand side of the street and motions for Zamar to follow. "We should dash into the next alley on the right and move quickly towards the Inn... hopefully the sneakers will follow us and alert us if we need to weave in and out of alleys!!"
Zamar agrees. "That’s probably a good idea, though I dislike leaving our friends. If only I could surreptitiously put them to sleep from the shadows. But it is too risky, and we need to get to that contest."
Woe tries to make eye contact with Shanolia and Koll to double-check plans, but is unable to get their attention. She decides to see if there is anything Lera can do to help. "Can you message Shanolia and ask her how many enemies are up ahead? And if she can see anything else we should know?"
Lera peers ahead and concentrates. "No good. She's too far." Lera pouts a bit.
Zamar frowns. "Hopefully at least one of them is watching and can see where we slip off to."
"Lera, Zamar, let's stick to the original plan and sneak around! We can do this!!" With this Woe steps a couple of steps into the alley on the right, then she turns to see if they are following. She needn't have worried. They are fast on her heels.
"Let's move!!" staying in the shadows, team rock-stars checks out that alleyway on the right. As they walk, Woe glances behind for signs of pursuit.
(Note: If nothing looks suspicious, we will then move in the shades along that alley until we reach a parallel street to the one we were originally on. the smaller an alley the better.)
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Noisemakers
"Fire?" Singe whispers to Perrin in Halfling. "Just don't get anyone killed." Perrin whispers back.
"Yes we are a team! We're here to take that prize, just him and I!" Singe yells at the people his darkvision barely catches.
"And there is nothing you three can do to stop us from getting that DIAMOND!" Perrin shouts as loud as he can.
Singe mutters a few arcane phrases as he lifts back his flaming hand. Flame licks off his hand as he flings a fire bolt at the aggressor. As the fire bolt hits, burning the aggressor, Singe turns to Perrin, smiling, his hair has begun to dance, "Ouch, that must have Singed him."
Singe cast fire bolt (12 on hit) at the aggressor for 5 fire damage.
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Noisemakers
Just as a few others rush up to see what the commotion is about, Singe launches a moat of fire at the man that initially challenged them. He screams in pain as the fire sears his flesh. In response, his friend pulls up his crossbow and lets loose a bolt at Singe. It pierces his mage armor and embeds itself in Singe's side. Covering his burnt shoulder, the poor guy takes cover behind a wagon and calls out to Tymora. A soft light is seen and his expression softens. Taking up his ally's example, the third person in the group fires off a bolt at Perrin. It flies into a nearby building and the crossbow twangs as the string breaks. He curses and tosses the useless weapon aside.
The initial three are joined by another man in robes, a sketchy looking cutpurse, and a large half-orc.
Round 1
Singe 7/8 hp
Robes @ q6 - Healed for 5hp
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Well, we got their attention. Perrin thinks when Singe throws a bolt of fire at them. However, Perrin instantly cringes when he sees his friend get pierced by a crossbow bolt from one of the guys across the street. Seeing his friend injured Perrin says a quick prayer up to Yondalla "Mother Goddess watch over and protect us." while radiant healing light pours out of his hands and into Singes body (Singe heals 4 HP). Perrin decides that he must draw all the attention to himself. So, once the healing energy stops pouring out he starts making his way towards the group (moving to H8) and while banging on his shield with his shortsword he taunts out "Is that all you got! I know one-eyed monkeys with better aim than that!"
Noise Makers
Shanolia sees the first attack as her go-ahead to cause mayhem. Quickly, she darts from her position to an adjacent rooftop and hides behind the swell of the roof, out of sight of their attackers.
Movement = G5 -> M1
/r 1d20+7 #Hide
============================Current Position = M1 (Hidden)
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Sharyn Savonath - Open Sea Paladin 4 (Triton) - PoPI
Zephyr - Four Elements (Revised) Monk 4 (Air Genasi) - IO
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Avrui Sirsash - Genie Warlock 2 (Wildhunt Shifter) - WotBS
Noisemakers
"Come now Tymora! For fairness's sake!" Singe wheezes, clutching the bolt, now a little less deep into his side. Seeing the new robed figure, Singe raises three fingers and throws three glowing darts at the robed man. "I'm in no mood for a wizard duel." Singe begins to move for cover.
A loud gurgling comes from the other side of the wagon which ends as quickly as it arose. The priest of Tymora next to him yells out, "You killed him!!"
Singe stops moving, and turns towards the wagon. "I have some repenting to do," he whispers before walking next to Perrin. Perrin stares slack jawed at Singe. Looking at the amateur adventurers, Singe barks "Stand down or you all die as quickly as he did!"
Singe casts magic missile at the now dead robed man, dealing 12 force damage. He moves to H9.
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Koll can hear the sounds of combat ahead of him, so he picks up his pace and finds himself looking around the corner of a building at two people. He can make out some of their words as they skulk in an alley trying to get sight of the combat on the other street. "Did you hear that scream?" One says. "I got goosepimples all over..."
As he concentrates on their words, Woe comes rushing past. He attempts to stop her with an outstretched hand, but she rushes by too quickly. Both of the people in the alley turn and see her.
Up on the main street one of the thugs rushes over to Perrin, fresh tears of rage on his face. He stabs his rapier forward, looking to kill the halfling, but the rapier slides off of Perrin's shield. Following the thug, the shady looking sneak comes up to his side and flings a dagger at the halfling after whispering a short prayer. The dagger flies wide and he curses.
The last thug reloads his crossbow and raises it at Singe. He takes a breath to steady himself, but his hands are shaking so badly that the bolt hits nothing but the street behind the wizard. When Singe turns his attention to him, he drops his crossbow and raises his hands - his face contorted in fear. Not one to be intimidated so easily, the half-orc charges forward past the cowardly thug with bloodlust in his eyes.
A drunkard stumbles forward from the Blade and Stars entrance, sees the fallen robed figure and stares. It takes a bit before he realizes what he's looking at, as half of the robed man's face is completely blown off revealing most of his skull. The drunkard tries to say something but ends up releasing the contents of his stomach instead.
The Acolyte of Tymora stands and flees. There's something about an ally's exposed skull that'll test the wits of their friends. Perhaps he's not meant to be an adventurer after all.
Round 2
Singe 3 hp down
Robes @ q7 - Dead
Robes 2 @q6 - Fled North
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Team “Pacifist”
Perrin the throws of combat suddenly has his guard training come back to him. “I’m sorry about this” Perrin cries out as he quickly slams the butt of his sword into the man who attempted to Rapier him. His sword lands with a heavy hit; he’s definitely going to feel that tomorrow. Perrin will continue to stand his ground.
//Perrin attacked with his short sword (21 To Hit) on the man at I8 for 3 Damage//
Team "abandon the plan"
Woe will run forward and shout at the two guys next to the house "YOU'RE NEXT IF YOU DON'T RUN AWAY - NOW!" If they don't move, she'll start shouting at them: "you stupid, simple idiots, you're little kids trying to be heroes, but you're going to be dead in a minute" but it's laced with subtle enchantments... targeted at the first guy.
//movement 30ft to j18
// attack on m16 - vicious mockery WIS DC 13 - SAVED
Looking at the enraged half-orc, Singe whispers "What should I do?" He stands almost paralyzed. "We'll continue the mission first! We’ll deal with that later!" cries Perrin.
Regaining some function, Singe ducks out of the way of an incoming attack and runs.
Singe disengages and moves to B8
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Sensing her opportunity, Shanolia ducks around the roof swell and takes aim at the first person she sees. Swiftly pulling a dagger from it's sheath at her waist she sends it flying through the air, perfectly hitting one of Perrin's attackers. The target stumbles forward a few steps towards Perrin, fumbling for the dagger in his head, before collapsing to the ground; dead.
2d20kh1+5 Hit with advantage = (17)+5 = 22
1d4+1d6+3 Damage = (4)+(1)+3 = 8
Lethal Damage.
Movement = M1 -> L4
Enemy @L6 - 8 Damage = Dead
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Koll moves forward, staying hidden in the shadows, as Woe confronts the men in the alley. He crouches, ready with a throwing star in hand if they come at her. Why did these others have to turn this harmless contest into a battle? he wonders. Hearing the yelling and screaming from one street over, he worries about Perrin, Shanolia and Singe. He does not want to hurt these others, but he will defend his new friends if he must.
The bandit with the crossbow spotted Shanolia as she moved, and shot his crossbow at her, sinking a bolt into her shoulder causing her to fall to the ground.
The two in Perrin's face tried to slash at him, but their weapons bounced off his armor and shield, harmlessly.
Now that you are closer, you can see even more members of this newly formed "team" rushing to help prevent you from attaining your goal. A woman at the fountain screamed at the sight of Shanolia falling, and ran off to the east shouting for the guards.
As Woe got closer to the Blade and Stars, the two rough looking men stepped out from the alley. They laughed at her petty insults. "Oh, chickadee," said the half-orc. "You need to learn some manners. Don't you see? You aren't allowed in the tavern. If you don't turn back, we'll have to teach you some manners." The other bandit just stood staring at Woe, making kissy lips at her.
Round 3
Shanolia 0/8 HP
i8 3 damage
Singe 3 hp down
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Zamar moves briskly up the alley, whistling a soothing tune as he gestures in the direction of those who would harm his friends. As the magic takes hold, the half-orc accosting Woe slumps to the ground, dreaming whatever thugs and bullies dream of. Probably punching an outnumbered foe, he muses.
Move -> g18
Cast sleep: 18 Hp affected
Enemy at K18 unconscious
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