Dornin looks at Kallith, raising his eyebrows and giving an expression that confirms her suspicions without saying a single word. He leans forward in his chair pressing his elbows hard into the surface of the table to concentrate on what's going to happen next. Dornin now is focused heavily of the expression of the human bartender, Arfed, to try and see if he is in immediate danger. He speaks a simple word in giant-tongue to Kallith to help her understand the situation better "Thieves". From there he places a sturdy hand on the corner of the table, ready to flip it on its side if things turn ugly quick and needs to cover himself and Kallith from crossbow bolts.
The exceptionally tall Bugbear, even for one of his kind, peers down at you. He glances at the broken window with a calm and serene look upon his face then back at you. "The owner is not here right now, not sure where he is, I was only hired to mind the shop two days ago." He moves with an almost fluid grace collecting a broom from just inside the door and going to work on the broken glass. "You a glass worker? What are you doing out of the city?"
Kallith, Dornin
It is quite evident that they are armed, not trying to hide the weapons strapped to their belts or boot tops. The Hawkish man has two wicked looking daggers, almost long enough to be swords and curled in such a ways as to inflict pain as much as death. The muscled man behind him has a large hammer while only the Elf at the door has a weapon. The Dwarf appears unarmed. A small pouch with many pockets, the leather stamped with strange symbols sits where a dagger should.
Arfed's face flushes in anger, "I already paid Kurd yesterday, Hammon. This is too much you guys need to talk to each other" The Hawkish man sneers, " That sounded a little disrespectful Arfed" he turns to his companion, the muscles, "Didn't that sound a little disrespectful." The Big man smiles cruelly. "Want me to teach him some manners", clearly a well rehearsed routine.
"No wait, wait I've got todays sales but that's it" he pulls a small strong box out dumping the coins onto the bar top. The man continues to sneer like its his expression at rest. "I'm supposed to put up with your disrespect for this" he gestures at the meager 'Nibs' on the bar. "Teach him some respect, make that, a lot of respect!" As the man turns to the great room, "Looks like your friend Arfed cant make his payments this month so prices just went up, everybody toss your purses on the tables, come on support your friend, and show a little respect" He says this last part with a light hearted seriousness.
Octo, Saraphin
The young woman had barely finished tacking the notice to the door when the 'new patrons' arrived, she slowly shifts behind Octo with a look of fear, watching the Elf and Dwarf take their positions at the door. Mostly unnoticed by them she mumbles to her self "Oh man, Oh man, bad news" as she turns and dashes away.
Note
Nibs are copper pieces minted in Neverwinter and other Sword coast North cities.
(OOC: Edited the post to add context, seems to have added the manipulated tag. I forgot how awful the forum dice roller is, I'll use the character sheet one from here on out if that's alright :P)
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Kallith is staring at the scene with squinted eyes, still trying to figure out the dynamics at play. She only had a very light grasp on the concept of money, but others tended to make such a big fuss about it. And by the looks of it, this time it was worth even violence.
The firbolg is furiously thinking. Her eyes are racing around the tavern, waiting for an opportune moment. With studious care, she pours more hot water into her cup. In fact, she's filling her plate too. And offering some to Dornin. A little bit of hot water went a long way.
Then, she leans over out of the window, one broad arm on the sill. Kallith grins apologetically at Dornin and then bellows into the street at an imaginary person "OH HEY KURD. HAMMON'S TAKING YOUR SHARE!" [Performance 4] Oh boy here we go
Dornin, in almost a painful embarrassment for the firbolg's attempted deceptions, tries to now de-escalate. standing up to hopefully take some of the attention off Kallith and speaks "There is no need for this, he has already offered what he could and now you wish to take from their patrons? If this is place becomes known as the type of tavern to be robbed while you sip your ales, then nobody will return. Meaning next time you come to collect, there will be nothing to gain." He swallows down any fear he might have with a large gulp. "You are better leaving now and coming back when they have actually have coin to pay you." Dornin now looking down at the hawkish man's daggers, noting how terrible it would feel to get sliced by those things.
The exceptionally tall Bugbear, even for one of his kind, peers down at you. He glances at the broken window with a calm and serene look upon his face then back at you. "The owner is not here right now, not sure where he is, I was only hired to mind the shop two days ago." He moves with an almost fluid grace collecting a broom from just inside the door and going to work on the broken glass. "You a glass worker? What are you doing out of the city?"
“I’ve got all my own equipment. Most city work is given to the guild workers with seniority, so I work freelance. If you want I can repair this even class it up a bit. What would that be worth to ya? And what was the big deal with the bum ya bounced?”
Saraphin looks up at the door with curiosity as the minotaur mentions the newcomers. "Is that so? Hmmm."
She moves over and stands near the exit, back to the wall and slightly obscured by the door. Surreptitiously she pulls a small knife from her belt and tucks it into her sleeve, one with a blade too small to be of any threat in a fight but sharp enough to cut a hair draped over the edge. Or the strings on a purse that belongs to a brigand.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
“Don’t need to be an expert in the goings on in this town to see that those two in the doorway are guarding the door for those that entered.” Octo mentions to Saraphin. “That dwarf looks like a caster, wonder how useful he would be if someone was to relieve him of that small pouch on his belt.” Octo adds, and winks at the elf, though most would think the minotaur was suffering from a sudden pain in his head, rather than think he was trying to deliver a sly wink.
"Like I said, just got hired. Mordeck should be back later. Hope he doesn't take it outta my..." He trails off as he stands, glancing over your shoulder. Staring up the boardwalk, "maybe you should come inside huh" He turns back to the bar, whistling, "Harden, go get the captain, do it, now. Out the back" The bugbear steps back out, he glances at you with a stern lip, before turning a hard stare across the alley, back towards the Purple Pony. Saraphin has risen from the table and appears to be 'stalking' towards the door.
Kallith, Dornin, Saraphin (Octo, can hear through the open window, but not see what is happening)
The Hawkish man looks over towards your table, a grin of true mirth beginning to creep upwards until almost uncontrollably a laugh bellows forth. Slapping his knee “Oh by Tymora’s tits we’ve got ourselves a joker over here” Before he can continue, Dornin stands to make his plea.
One of the daggers slides from the sheath, he points it at you, wags the tip in your direction like a mother scolding a child “That. is a, Great argument.” Smiling now as you would encountering a long friend. “These two, wow. Theeese two” his dagger gesturing back and forth, while he slowly looks around the room. “In my experience, people are going to drink. The worse life gets, the more they drink” He looks to his companions at the door “lets remind them why they drink” then scanning his dagger across the room, “Any of you Hraster’s move, and we’ll execute every Hrasting last one of you.” he exclaims, standing back to watch, “Make a lesson of these two”
The Elf from the door moves quickly, almost preternaturally, his dagger out crossing the distance towards Kallith. The dwarfs hand drops to his pouch, a quick wave as a ball of flame materializes in his other. Grunts of pain as the thud of muscled fist against the barkeep's face can be heard from behind the bar.
An incredulous Kallith listens to the mans words with a furious smile spreading on her face. A good shouting match, now that was proper culture, but too bad that knifes had been drawn. No easy peace would be had this day.
While grabbing the now full teacup and giving it a good spin, applying magic stone, the firbolg yells "Listen you bent weed, if all you're good for is tearing down the things that others have built up, you are no more useful than tits on a boar! Shove your grubby hands into your own pockets lest you're afraid you're not gonna find anything there!"
Turning to the advancing elf in a smooth motion, Kallith lets the teacup fly in his face [To hit: 11, Damage: 5 bludgeoning], all the while shouting "I'll drink you under the table anytime!"
The firbolg is hefting her shield and stands in front of Dornin and the other patron in the corner.
Octo watches the elf in the door fling a dagger towards the Firbolg lady. He hasn’t had a chance to talk to her yet, but was planning to tonight as he thinks they may both have something in common in this town of men and elves.
“finally” he thinks to himself, "a fight! best be careful though, I’m still a guest in this town.”
Octo stands, runs to the door and swings his greataxe at the dwarf in the doorway. He will attempt to hit with the flat of the blade to subdue, not kill.
Dornin, in pure instinct, leaps back against the wall. Placing a hand on the tome on his hip, and a points at the elf dashing towards him casting Hex:WIS. Immediately after he uses the energy from the book and his body is the conduit to cast Eldritch Blast at the elf as well.
Saraphin sighs as the confrontation erupts into violence, popping out from behind the doorway. With a flourish she sheathes the small knife and yanks a longer dagger from her boot. She darts forward towards the dwarf next to Octo. "Alright big guy, let's go." She uses the blind spot created by the minotaur's axe to aim a jab towards the dwarf's liver.
Attack: 8, Damage: 11
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Chandle ignores the bugbears suggestion, Saraphin and Octo leap forward before she can even understand what is happening. A flash of light and fire, shattering crockery and the tang of metal forces her to action. With no foes in sight she struggles to understand what happened. The lookout down the boardwalk turns, a dagger pulled as he slides behind Saraphin.
Chandle's arrow flies true, taking the lookout in the chest. He didn't notice you until then. In reaction he flings his dagger, spinning end over end.
Dagger agaisnt Chandle; Attack: 20 Damage: 2
The dwarf ducks under Octo's massive swing, the axe taking a chunk of wood from the door. Using the Minotaur's bulk against Saraphin, she cant get a good angle to strike. "You should ave staid seated cow" the dwarf growls, the flame in his hand leaping towards Octo's chest.
Fire Bolt at Octo; Attack: 17 Damage: 9
The teacup, infused with energy darts towards the Elf, glancing off his shoulder and ricocheting into a hundred pieces tinkling to the floor, the Elf doesn't even flinch. "You should of taken the beating, now, i'll make sure you don't stand up" Quick and lithe he dodges past Kallith's shield, dagger poised, he thrusts it towards his gut. The Elf is suddenly thrown backwards, a bolt of purple black energy hammering into him. He drops to the ground unmoving.
The Hawkish man never loses the sneer, even as his Elven companion falls he exudes confidence. "Juk leave the barkeep, cover Thorden, take the Cow," The daggers leave their scabbards "Can you dance big man or just toss about crockery, I think I'd like to play" He thrusts forward, leaning one way then the other as he closes with Kallith, a dagger comes in low, slashing towards the back of his leg, the man pivots, he uses the hilt of the other straight to the jaw.
Wicked Dagger to Kallith: Attack: 13 Damage: 2
Hilt to Kalliths Jaw: Attack: 7 Damage: 2 (Non lethal, he is trying to knock you out)
Juk, The muscled man drops the unconscious barkeep at the first call of his name. He leaps over the bar with a scream of anger and rage. Muscles flexed he grabs a hold of Octo standing in the door, by the Horns and tries to flip him to the ground.
Grapple against Octo:19 (If succeeds Octo is grappled)
"SHIT!" Kallith curses as Dornins bolt crackles past her and kills the elf dead in his tracks. Dead! She felt sick.
She notices how the minotaur had gotten involved, now wrestling with the hammer brute, and there were sounds of fighting outside as well. The elf that has previously saved the boy suddenly reappears next to the dwarf, with the glint of a dagger. This was getting out of hand, fast.
She cusses further as the hawkish mans attacks bounce against her shield. "Just bleedin' great! You miserable cockerel could stop this at any time. Say the word!" Kallith grabs her staff from beside the table with one hand and wheels it around, trying to catch his temple. To hit: 19, Damage: 3 bludgeoning, non-lethal
Dornin has hesitated after his deadly blow to the elf. Is he just as evil? Surely not. If it wasn’t for him doing what he did he would have killed me for sure with little remorse. He snaps back in to reality noticing Kallith squaring off with the hawkish man. He will not let someone else be a victim. Not here and not for that. “I hope the coins were worth it, *******”. He moves the curse from the dead elf to the man next. Upon doing so he cocks his hand back and tries to not look directly at him before firing off another blast.
BA: Hex:WIS to the hawkish man
Attack to hit: 4+5= 9 Damage:1F+4Necrotic
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Dornin looks at Kallith, raising his eyebrows and giving an expression that confirms her suspicions without saying a single word. He leans forward in his chair pressing his elbows hard into the surface of the table to concentrate on what's going to happen next. Dornin now is focused heavily of the expression of the human bartender, Arfed, to try and see if he is in immediate danger. He speaks a simple word in giant-tongue to Kallith to help her understand the situation better "Thieves". From there he places a sturdy hand on the corner of the table, ready to flip it on its side if things turn ugly quick and needs to cover himself and Kallith from crossbow bolts.
(Insight- 8+2=10)
Chandle
The exceptionally tall Bugbear, even for one of his kind, peers down at you. He glances at the broken window with a calm and serene look upon his face then back at you. "The owner is not here right now, not sure where he is, I was only hired to mind the shop two days ago." He moves with an almost fluid grace collecting a broom from just inside the door and going to work on the broken glass. "You a glass worker? What are you doing out of the city?"
Kallith, Dornin
It is quite evident that they are armed, not trying to hide the weapons strapped to their belts or boot tops. The Hawkish man has two wicked looking daggers, almost long enough to be swords and curled in such a ways as to inflict pain as much as death. The muscled man behind him has a large hammer while only the Elf at the door has a weapon. The Dwarf appears unarmed. A small pouch with many pockets, the leather stamped with strange symbols sits where a dagger should.
Arfed's face flushes in anger, "I already paid Kurd yesterday, Hammon. This is too much you guys need to talk to each other" The Hawkish man sneers, " That sounded a little disrespectful Arfed" he turns to his companion, the muscles, "Didn't that sound a little disrespectful." The Big man smiles cruelly. "Want me to teach him some manners", clearly a well rehearsed routine.
"No wait, wait I've got todays sales but that's it" he pulls a small strong box out dumping the coins onto the bar top. The man continues to sneer like its his expression at rest. "I'm supposed to put up with your disrespect for this" he gestures at the meager 'Nibs' on the bar. "Teach him some respect, make that, a lot of respect!" As the man turns to the great room, "Looks like your friend Arfed cant make his payments this month so prices just went up, everybody toss your purses on the tables, come on support your friend, and show a little respect" He says this last part with a light hearted seriousness.
Octo, Saraphin
The young woman had barely finished tacking the notice to the door when the 'new patrons' arrived, she slowly shifts behind Octo with a look of fear, watching the Elf and Dwarf take their positions at the door. Mostly unnoticed by them she mumbles to her self "Oh man, Oh man, bad news" as she turns and dashes away.
Note
Nibs are copper pieces minted in Neverwinter and other Sword coast North cities.
As stated in the recruitment thread, you can use any dice roller, or IRL dice you wish. (Paper chits in a hat?). Just be honest, roll the dice and stick with the roll. Without the element of randomness this is just collaborative story telling.
Kallith is staring at the scene with squinted eyes, still trying to figure out the dynamics at play. She only had a very light grasp on the concept of money, but others tended to make such a big fuss about it. And by the looks of it, this time it was worth even violence.
The firbolg is furiously thinking. Her eyes are racing around the tavern, waiting for an opportune moment. With studious care, she pours more hot water into her cup. In fact, she's filling her plate too. And offering some to Dornin. A little bit of hot water went a long way.
Then, she leans over out of the window, one broad arm on the sill. Kallith grins apologetically at Dornin and then bellows into the street at an imaginary person "OH HEY KURD. HAMMON'S TAKING YOUR SHARE!" [Performance 4] Oh boy here we go
Dornin, in almost a painful embarrassment for the firbolg's attempted deceptions, tries to now de-escalate. standing up to hopefully take some of the attention off Kallith and speaks "There is no need for this, he has already offered what he could and now you wish to take from their patrons? If this is place becomes known as the type of tavern to be robbed while you sip your ales, then nobody will return. Meaning next time you come to collect, there will be nothing to gain." He swallows down any fear he might have with a large gulp. "You are better leaving now and coming back when they have actually have coin to pay you." Dornin now looking down at the hawkish man's daggers, noting how terrible it would feel to get sliced by those things.
(Persuasion- 8+5=13)
“I’ve got all my own equipment. Most city work is given to the guild workers with seniority, so I work freelance. If you want I can repair this even class it up a bit. What would that be worth to ya? And what was the big deal with the bum ya bounced?”
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Saraphin looks up at the door with curiosity as the minotaur mentions the newcomers. "Is that so? Hmmm."
She moves over and stands near the exit, back to the wall and slightly obscured by the door. Surreptitiously she pulls a small knife from her belt and tucks it into her sleeve, one with a blade too small to be of any threat in a fight but sharp enough to cut a hair draped over the edge. Or the strings on a purse that belongs to a brigand.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
“Don’t need to be an expert in the goings on in this town to see that those two in the doorway are guarding the door for those that entered.” Octo mentions to Saraphin. “That dwarf looks like a caster, wonder how useful he would be if someone was to relieve him of that small pouch on his belt.” Octo adds, and winks at the elf, though most would think the minotaur was suffering from a sudden pain in his head, rather than think he was trying to deliver a sly wink.
Chandle
"Like I said, just got hired. Mordeck should be back later. Hope he doesn't take it outta my..." He trails off as he stands, glancing over your shoulder. Staring up the boardwalk, "maybe you should come inside huh" He turns back to the bar, whistling, "Harden, go get the captain, do it, now. Out the back" The bugbear steps back out, he glances at you with a stern lip, before turning a hard stare across the alley, back towards the Purple Pony. Saraphin has risen from the table and appears to be 'stalking' towards the door.
Kallith, Dornin, Saraphin (Octo, can hear through the open window, but not see what is happening)
The Hawkish man looks over towards your table, a grin of true mirth beginning to creep upwards until almost uncontrollably a laugh bellows forth. Slapping his knee “Oh by Tymora’s tits we’ve got ourselves a joker over here” Before he can continue, Dornin stands to make his plea.
One of the daggers slides from the sheath, he points it at you, wags the tip in your direction like a mother scolding a child “That. is a, Great argument.” Smiling now as you would encountering a long friend. “These two, wow. Theeese two” his dagger gesturing back and forth, while he slowly looks around the room. “In my experience, people are going to drink. The worse life gets, the more they drink” He looks to his companions at the door “lets remind them why they drink” then scanning his dagger across the room, “Any of you Hraster’s move, and we’ll execute every Hrasting last one of you.” he exclaims, standing back to watch, “Make a lesson of these two”
The Elf from the door moves quickly, almost preternaturally, his dagger out crossing the distance towards Kallith. The dwarfs hand drops to his pouch, a quick wave as a ball of flame materializes in his other. Grunts of pain as the thud of muscled fist against the barkeep's face can be heard from behind the bar.
Nobody is Surprised by what happens next
Initiative has begun
Positions
Ruffians
Chandle flashes Saraphin in thieves cant, “Everything okay? Trouble?”
Stealthily she draws out her bow, (action) ready to attack anyone hostile towards Saraphin.
If Saraphin attacks or is attacked Chandle will then attack 15 to hit and 5 damage.
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
An incredulous Kallith listens to the mans words with a furious smile spreading on her face. A good shouting match, now that was proper culture, but too bad that knifes had been drawn. No easy peace would be had this day.
While grabbing the now full teacup and giving it a good spin, applying magic stone, the firbolg yells "Listen you bent weed, if all you're good for is tearing down the things that others have built up, you are no more useful than tits on a boar! Shove your grubby hands into your own pockets lest you're afraid you're not gonna find anything there!"
Turning to the advancing elf in a smooth motion, Kallith lets the teacup fly in his face [To hit: 11, Damage: 5 bludgeoning], all the while shouting "I'll drink you under the table anytime!"
The firbolg is hefting her shield and stands in front of Dornin and the other patron in the corner.
Octo watches the elf in the door fling a dagger towards the Firbolg lady. He hasn’t had a chance to talk to her yet, but was planning to tonight as he thinks they may both have something in common in this town of men and elves.
“finally” he thinks to himself, "a fight! best be careful though, I’m still a guest in this town.”
Octo stands, runs to the door and swings his greataxe at the dwarf in the doorway. He will attempt to hit with the flat of the blade to subdue, not kill.
Greataxe Attack on dwarf: 8 damage: 13
Bonus action: If 8 hits him, Hammering Horns, push dwarf 10 feet from me, preferably out of doorway. DC 13 Str for him.
Dornin, in pure instinct, leaps back against the wall. Placing a hand on the tome on his hip, and a points at the elf dashing towards him casting Hex:WIS. Immediately after he uses the energy from the book and his body is the conduit to cast Eldritch Blast at the elf as well.
To Hit:14+5=19 Damage:10+2 from Hex.
Saraphin sighs as the confrontation erupts into violence, popping out from behind the doorway. With a flourish she sheathes the small knife and yanks a longer dagger from her boot. She darts forward towards the dwarf next to Octo. "Alright big guy, let's go." She uses the blind spot created by the minotaur's axe to aim a jab towards the dwarf's liver.
Attack: 8, Damage: 11
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Chandle ignores the bugbears suggestion, Saraphin and Octo leap forward before she can even understand what is happening. A flash of light and fire, shattering crockery and the tang of metal forces her to action. With no foes in sight she struggles to understand what happened. The lookout down the boardwalk turns, a dagger pulled as he slides behind Saraphin.
Chandle's arrow flies true, taking the lookout in the chest. He didn't notice you until then. In reaction he flings his dagger, spinning end over end.
Dagger agaisnt Chandle; Attack: 20 Damage: 2
The dwarf ducks under Octo's massive swing, the axe taking a chunk of wood from the door. Using the Minotaur's bulk against Saraphin, she cant get a good angle to strike. "You should ave staid seated cow" the dwarf growls, the flame in his hand leaping towards Octo's chest.
Fire Bolt at Octo; Attack: 17 Damage: 9
The teacup, infused with energy darts towards the Elf, glancing off his shoulder and ricocheting into a hundred pieces tinkling to the floor, the Elf doesn't even flinch. "You should of taken the beating, now, i'll make sure you don't stand up" Quick and lithe he dodges past Kallith's shield, dagger poised, he thrusts it towards his gut. The Elf is suddenly thrown backwards, a bolt of purple black energy hammering into him. He drops to the ground unmoving.
The Hawkish man never loses the sneer, even as his Elven companion falls he exudes confidence. "Juk leave the barkeep, cover Thorden, take the Cow," The daggers leave their scabbards "Can you dance big man or just toss about crockery, I think I'd like to play" He thrusts forward, leaning one way then the other as he closes with Kallith, a dagger comes in low, slashing towards the back of his leg, the man pivots, he uses the hilt of the other straight to the jaw.
Wicked Dagger to Kallith: Attack: 13 Damage: 2
Hilt to Kalliths Jaw: Attack: 7 Damage: 2 (Non lethal, he is trying to knock you out)
Juk, The muscled man drops the unconscious barkeep at the first call of his name. He leaps over the bar with a scream of anger and rage. Muscles flexed he grabs a hold of Octo standing in the door, by the Horns and tries to flip him to the ground.
Grapple against Octo: 19 (If succeeds Octo is grappled)
Initiative
Athletics 8 - Octo is Grappled
"NOT"... "THE" ... "HORNS!"
Bonus Action: Rage
Greataxe Attack on Juk: 21 Damage: 7
"SHIT!" Kallith curses as Dornins bolt crackles past her and kills the elf dead in his tracks. Dead! She felt sick.
She notices how the minotaur had gotten involved, now wrestling with the hammer brute, and there were sounds of fighting outside as well. The elf that has previously saved the boy suddenly reappears next to the dwarf, with the glint of a dagger. This was getting out of hand, fast.
She cusses further as the hawkish mans attacks bounce against her shield. "Just bleedin' great! You miserable cockerel could stop this at any time. Say the word!" Kallith grabs her staff from beside the table with one hand and wheels it around, trying to catch his temple. To hit: 19, Damage: 3 bludgeoning, non-lethal
Chandler fires again 24 damage 8. With a clear target her aim is true. Still she holds her position.
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Dornin has hesitated after his deadly blow to the elf. Is he just as evil? Surely not. If it wasn’t for him doing what he did he would have killed me for sure with little remorse. He snaps back in to reality noticing Kallith squaring off with the hawkish man. He will not let someone else be a victim. Not here and not for that. “I hope the coins were worth it, *******”. He moves the curse from the dead elf to the man next. Upon doing so he cocks his hand back and tries to not look directly at him before firing off another blast.
BA: Hex:WIS to the hawkish man
Attack to hit: 4+5= 9 Damage:1F+4Necrotic