Naedash steps forward, drawing the blade from their back, and mutters under their breath, "We aren't going to kill them. Just need them to realize we could." It's a subtle thing, but the sword almost seems to writhe, though maybe Naedash just twisted the weapon strangely.
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A odd clicking sound comes from under Laydds cloak. Has he draws back his arm to store and is cloak parts just enough to see him holding a short sword in his hand as he stabs at the torso of the thug.
Attack: 10 Damage: 6 plus 1 for favored foe if he hits.
((I believe it is the gang's turn as they rolled above Naedash. I was holding off on posting my action, but wanted to check in case I was supposed to beforehand.))
Ander will rush over to the thug Bas just attacked.
Rapier: 13 Damage: 10
Slashing at the thug's chest, after him being caught off guard from the spell, your rapier pierces his chest piece, narrowly avoiding any major organs but still knocking the leader further off balance as he looks down at the wound, seeming in shock and not exactly seeing the seriousness of the wound.
Aurora as the brawl begins quickly targets two of four veterans that are not already being engaged by her companions with her Storm Bolt cantrip.
Storm Bolt (Action) Attack: 11 Damage: 10
Storm Bolt (Bonus Action) Attack: 10 Damage: 9
You hit the two thugs directly in the chest, the second being slightly shielded from his leather chestpiece but his companion being knocked back to the floor of the alley, smoke rising from the blackened blast wound on his still body. Not a kill shot, to be sure, but that guy won't be getting up again.
Ferdinand pulls out his arcane pepperbox and targets one of the ruffians behind the leader with a disruptive shot
Attack: 9 for 10 piercing damage and -4 to his next saving throw
Targeting the final untargeted thug, the pepperbox emits a loud *bang* and shocks nearly everyone as the guy you were targeting flinches and curls up in a feeble attempt to avoid harm, which may have saved his life. Making a mental note to increase the firepower for next time, the bullet from the pepperbox sticks in the thugs leather armour, still knocking him over from the sheer speed of the projectile.
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A odd clicking sound comes from under Laydds cloak. Has he draws back his arm to store and is cloak parts just enough to see him holding a short sword in his hand as he stabs at the torso of the thug.
Attack: 18 Damage: 4 plus 2 for favored foe if he hits.
(Your favored foe is humanoids? A surprise to be sure but not an unwelcome one) Stabbing towards the leader once more catching him on his arm, the thug leader's sword arm twitches and he drops the hilt.
Their leader disarmed and both remaining thugs realizing that with two spell slingers, a gunslinger, and an armed warforged, they should both be flat on the ground dead. Helping each other up they turn tail and run, stumbling over each other as they try to get away.
Their leader calls after them "COWARDS" and tries to reach for his sword before falling to his knees. Recognizing defeat and still in a fair amount of shock from all the direct hits, he coughs up some blood before raising his hands behind his head in surrender.
Laydd places his sword just below the man's chin. As he does he glances back at Ferdinand and gesturing to the injured warforged says 'can you fix him? I know you don't work for free, I'll cover the cost.'
Then he lifts the thugs chin with his sword and solemnly asks 'why?'
Laydd places his sword just below the man's chin. As he does he glances back at Ferdinand and gesturing to the injured warforged says 'can you fix him? I know you don't work for free, I'll cover the cost.'
Then he lifts the thugs chin with his sword and solemnly asks 'why?'
The Thug spits out some blood onto the ground and tries for a cocky smile, he fails and you can see the fear in his eyes by the dim light of the everbright lanterns, but you can also tell it’s not your blade he fears, in an obvious facade of confidence, his voice trembles a bit as he says “I surrendered, don’t mean I’m sayin nothin”
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Naedash sighs slightly when they don't have to wield their blade against these ruffians. But they listen closely when Laydd starts to interrogate the remaining one. ((Insight 5))
Naedash walks up calmly and gently touches the blade at the man's throat. "May I?" He looks the thug in the face and says calmly, "You be wise to answer our questions. You don't appear to be the kind of man who can deal with the consequences. My comrades here already bested you, but my blade still hungers." ((Intimidate 10))
Naedash sighs slightly when they don't have to wield their blade against these ruffians. But they listen closely when Laydd starts to interrogate the remaining one. ((Insight 18))
Naedash walks up calmly and gently touches the blade at the man's throat. "May I?" He looks the thug in the face and says calmly, "You be wise to answer our questions. You don't appear to be the kind of man who can deal with the consequences. My comrades here already bested you, but my blade still hungers." ((Intimidate 17))
Naedesh hears the tremble in the man's voice, his fear, there's something else, someone else, he was commissioned, not through money but through threats. This man is scared for more than his life. However, he seems to hear some of the whispers from your twisted blade, which seems to loosen his lips. Not all the way, but enough to get the information you're wanting.
"okok look, this crazy-ass ogre, stunk like hell, came aknocking to collect a debt I owed to Daask. I would have fought her, might have held my own too, I wasn't about to underestimate her like I did you folk, but she offered me an out instead. I could beat up a specific Warforged for her, or I could go play tag with something worse than a Cockatrice. Called it her lil pet. Laughed like too, unhinged ya know? She told me that somewhere down here was a Warforged missing an arm. Easy target. So I thought. I did my job, nothin more nothin less. There, I told ya everything, happy?"
"One and the same to me tin can, may I leave now? That fella's wife won't be too happy when I bring him home with a scorch mark on his chest, and I'd rather get it over with tonight rather than deal with the anxiety and fallout of tomorrow ya feel me?"
(Could you roll a medicine check for me if you please?)
Naedash Initiative: 10
Naedash steps forward, drawing the blade from their back, and mutters under their breath, "We aren't going to kill them. Just need them to realize we could." It's a subtle thing, but the sword almost seems to writhe, though maybe Naedash just twisted the weapon strangely.
Aurora Initiative: 5
Ander Initiative: 26
Bas looks to the big one. “You should think before you speak.”
Cast Mind Sliver. Int Save 18 Damage 1 Subtract 4 from next saving throw
Ander will rush over to the thug Bas just attacked.
Rapier: 13 Damage: 10
Aurora as the brawl begins quickly targets two of four veterans that are not already being engaged by her companions with her Storm Bolt cantrip.
Storm Bolt (Action) Attack: 11 Damage: 10
Storm Bolt (Bonus Action) Attack: 10 Damage: 9
Ferdinand pulls out his arcane pepperbox and targets one of the ruffians behind the leader with a disruptive shot
Attack: 10 for 6 piercing damage and -2 to his next saving throw
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A odd clicking sound comes from under Laydds cloak. Has he draws back his arm to store and is cloak parts just enough to see him holding a short sword in his hand as he stabs at the torso of the thug.
Attack: 10 Damage: 6 plus 1 for favored foe if he hits.
((I believe it is the gang's turn as they rolled above Naedash. I was holding off on posting my action, but wanted to check in case I was supposed to beforehand.))
Big Guy's Int Save: 15
Farewell.
The Big guy seems slightly startled, but not in a horrid amount of pain, he seems more surprised by being hit with a spell than anything.
Slashing at the thug's chest, after him being caught off guard from the spell, your rapier pierces his chest piece, narrowly avoiding any major organs but still knocking the leader further off balance as he looks down at the wound, seeming in shock and not exactly seeing the seriousness of the wound.
You hit the two thugs directly in the chest, the second being slightly shielded from his leather chestpiece but his companion being knocked back to the floor of the alley, smoke rising from the blackened blast wound on his still body. Not a kill shot, to be sure, but that guy won't be getting up again.
Targeting the final untargeted thug, the pepperbox emits a loud *bang* and shocks nearly everyone as the guy you were targeting flinches and curls up in a feeble attempt to avoid harm, which may have saved his life. Making a mental note to increase the firepower for next time, the bullet from the pepperbox sticks in the thugs leather armour, still knocking him over from the sheer speed of the projectile.
(Your favored foe is humanoids? A surprise to be sure but not an unwelcome one) Stabbing towards the leader once more catching him on his arm, the thug leader's sword arm twitches and he drops the hilt.
Their leader disarmed and both remaining thugs realizing that with two spell slingers, a gunslinger, and an armed warforged, they should both be flat on the ground dead. Helping each other up they turn tail and run, stumbling over each other as they try to get away.
Their leader calls after them "COWARDS" and tries to reach for his sword before falling to his knees. Recognizing defeat and still in a fair amount of shock from all the direct hits, he coughs up some blood before raising his hands behind his head in surrender.
Farewell.
Laydd places his sword just below the man's chin. As he does he glances back at Ferdinand and gesturing to the injured warforged says 'can you fix him? I know you don't work for free, I'll cover the cost.'
Then he lifts the thugs chin with his sword and solemnly asks 'why?'
The Thug spits out some blood onto the ground and tries for a cocky smile, he fails and you can see the fear in his eyes by the dim light of the everbright lanterns, but you can also tell it’s not your blade he fears, in an obvious facade of confidence, his voice trembles a bit as he says “I surrendered, don’t mean I’m sayin nothin”
Farewell.
Laydd slowly leans in pressing the blade to the man's throat 'why?...'
intimidate:17
“Them Warforged don’t belong here, I was just making sure that tin can over there knew that”
(Roll Insight)
Farewell.
Naedash sighs slightly when they don't have to wield their blade against these ruffians. But they listen closely when Laydd starts to interrogate the remaining one. ((Insight 5))
Naedash walks up calmly and gently touches the blade at the man's throat. "May I?" He looks the thug in the face and says calmly, "You be wise to answer our questions. You don't appear to be the kind of man who can deal with the consequences. My comrades here already bested you, but my blade still hungers." ((Intimidate 10))
Naedesh hears the tremble in the man's voice, his fear, there's something else, someone else, he was commissioned, not through money but through threats. This man is scared for more than his life. However, he seems to hear some of the whispers from your twisted blade, which seems to loosen his lips. Not all the way, but enough to get the information you're wanting.
"okok look, this crazy-ass ogre, stunk like hell, came aknocking to collect a debt I owed to Daask. I would have fought her, might have held my own too, I wasn't about to underestimate her like I did you folk, but she offered me an out instead. I could beat up a specific Warforged for her, or I could go play tag with something worse than a Cockatrice. Called it her lil pet. Laughed like too, unhinged ya know? She told me that somewhere down here was a Warforged missing an arm. Easy target. So I thought. I did my job, nothin more nothin less. There, I told ya everything, happy?"
Farewell.
'no. Just satisfied' Laydd brushes past the thug to check on the injured warforged.
"One and the same to me tin can, may I leave now? That fella's wife won't be too happy when I bring him home with a scorch mark on his chest, and I'd rather get it over with tonight rather than deal with the anxiety and fallout of tomorrow ya feel me?"
(Could you roll a medicine check for me if you please?)
Farewell.
Medicine:10