The brute likes the kid's spirit, but kicks it up a notch. "He's righ', Yeni. Get Piggy 'n' his boys in 'ere to help. Go' any barrels fer us to use?" He thinks for a hot second, then asks something else, grimacing. "How full're the chamberpots, woman...?"
Asbestos beams at Fist's approval, getting a little bit more giddy. "Yes! Yes!"He runs towards the windows where two large decorative vases were held, knocks over whatever contents were inside, and rolls them over to Fist. "Not sure about barrels, no. But possibly they have some if they did have the wine, yes? Maybe check behind the counter? Um." He looks around, hanging onto that last thought for a second, "Yes, the chamberpots would work..."Although, sticky and smelly was his specialty.... but this. No. Sure, he understand why some animals would mark their scent and had come to appreciate it, even did it himself, but bodily fluids, much like being next to/being touched by other people, the key being 'other' and not initiated by him, was a whole 'nother level. He sensed there was likely going to be hesitation from the girls and even the other patrons. "Oh- okay I shall go."
He zig-zags back and forth before finding the way towards the bathrooms.
((Acrobatics check: 2 + 3 = 5 hahah this is what I guessed would happen))
He managed to find the chamberpots and lo and behold, they are, in fact, full. He stands there for a second, his mouth curls in a frown with his hands recoiling before he musters up the strength to pick it up. 'Why me? Why me? Why me?' His brain is panicking. He runs over to the nearest fire with the chamberpot hugged around his chest with his stride looking awfully like a penguin trying hard to win a race. "I got it. I got it. I got." The urine sloshing about in the pot was enough to make him nearly gag, but it was something that he just got to do, he reminded himself. By the time he reached the fire though, he of course tripped. Just like back at the bar, he had no idea how this happened and both a wave of humiliation and piss went over him as he lay dumbfounded on the floor. He was glad he kept his mouth closed. Salty tears ran down his scrunched up face. On the bright side, somehow, in the course of this mishap, he had actually put out one of the smaller fires.
He would have laid there longer if he had not seen the last two fires blazing about. Asbestos got up spitting and mumbling, slightly crying, with arms shaking as he tried very hard to wipe the filth off his face with no avail. He was practically dry-heaving now as the smell was catching up to him and permeating his cloak, and not to mention the fact that the scent was worsened by the smoke of the fire. "We- we need need to form a line."He started waving his arm about, directing the group, while the other arm was still trying to wipe/hide his face, "Go! Get someone to go go out, yes, and get the water. Fast. We need to be fast." He sniffled, looking up at blazing curtains and the scorched tables and chairs. He turned his shoulder to see that the girls and the patrons actually did take his orders, feeling a slight swell of pride in his own abilities. He then coughed, the taste of urine was still in his mouth. "Ugh."
((Persuasion check 13 + 2 = 15))
He kept trying to use Druidcraft on some of the remaining smaller fires, but joined in the line once it got started. Some of the patrons who seemed to have gone out to go get buckets seemed to have disappeared along the way. Asbestos sighed at the expected self-preservation, but hey at least they managed to form a line anyways. Each girl/client taking a vase or some other improved bucket while Pig and whoever else was fast ran to the dock and back with the water. Whilst putting out the fires, he asked. "Miss Madame. Um, who. Who would do a thing such as this? A rival? Bandits?" He spilled the water on a fire,then looked out at the window in thought, "Why?"
"You don't need three guesses to figure out who's behind this!" shouts Yeni as she removes her shawl with one hand while stopping one of the girls struggling even with one of the smaller vases and using the other hand tom soak her shawl before letting the girl continue on her way. "Probably the same ones who put Grander up to try something like shorting Fist!"
Your efforts quickly contain and extinguish another fire leaving only one and even that one is prevented from spreading, in a short while the 'bucket brigade' efforts will succeed.
"And don't bother asking why! We both know that with Biscotti's death there's a power vacuum and if something isn't done about it soon it's only going to get worse!"
Auntie Yeni then begins using her soaking wet shawl to smother a few of the smaller embers and prevent any flare ups from the blazes that were already put out.
After her efforts prove successful and she has a minute she again turns and addresses Asbestos, "Oh lad! I'm sorry for taking it out on you. It's just... look at what they're done to the Scarf. Promise me you'll make them pay! Promise!" And with that she slumps down in a heap, whether from her efforts tiring her out or her apparent despair over the current situation.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Fortune must indeed be smiling on Lace for within moments of arriving on deck amid the chaos of the fighting she notices a straight lane open between the jumble of crewmen and Silver Daggers, without hesitating or second guessing her luck she bolts across the deck narrowly avoiding the fighting and makes it to the railing.
Briefly glancing behind her she sees Smithy looking for his opening to follow suit.
(Reminder: Stealth rolls on deck are made with disadvantage due to the crowded fighting but luckily you only have to make one.)
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Fortune must indeed be smiling on Lace for within moments of arriving on deck amid the chaos of the fighting she notices a straight lane open between the jumble of crewmen and Silver Daggers, without hesitating or second guessing her luck she bolts across the deck narrowly avoiding the fighting and makes it to the railing.
Briefly glancing behind her she sees Smithy looking for his opening to follow suit.
(Reminder: Stealth rolls on deck are made with disadvantage due to the crowded fighting but luckily you only have to make one.)
(Sorry, it's just easier to roll twice on character sheet and take the lower for disavantage, than deal with the rotation and trying to type over the "do you want to copy" prompt, and remember the various adjustments to the roll using the phone to try and set up the die roller in the thread.
And If she's at the railing, is that "ready to step on the gangplank" or "out of the fighting so no more rolling at disadvantage"?)
She tries to use that same luck to make it off the ship. Figures if she makes it, she can put the barrels down hidden behind a crate and come back to help. and if she doesn't make it, maybe the attention is a help action for Smithy. Let me know how many die to roll.
"You don't need three guesses to figure out who's behind this!" shouts Yeni as she removes her shawl with one hand while stopping one of the girls struggling even with one of the smaller vases and using the other hand tom soak her shawl before letting the girl continue on her way. "Probably the same ones who put Grander up to try something like shorting Fist!"
Your efforts quickly contain and extinguish another fire leaving only one and even that one is prevented from spreading, in a short while the 'bucket brigade' efforts will succeed.
"And don't bother asking why! We both know that with Biscotti's death there's a power vacuum and if something isn't done about it soon it's only going to get worse!"
Auntie Yeni then begins using her soaking wet shawl to smother a few of the smaller embers and prevent any flare ups from the blazes that were already put out.
After her efforts prove successful and she has a minute she again turns and addresses Asbestos, "Oh lad! I'm sorry for taking it out on you. It's just... look at what they're done to the Scarf. Promise me you'll make them pay! Promise!" And with that she slumps down in a heap, whether from her efforts tiring her out or her apparent despair over the current situation.
Asbestos glances at her with sad eyes as he runs around with buckets. "Three guesses?" He mumbled. It would take him much more than that. So he decided to drop the subject. He wished he had time to stop like that and clean up ('the smell. the smell') but he was too zealous on fighting the fires, he continued on to the very last one. Finally, it was once he poured the last few vases of water at the same time with the other girls that he stood up to take in the surroundings.
The changeling walked over to the forlorn woman, reaching out to give her a pat on the back but then recoiled when he remembered how dirty he was. Definitely no one wanted to be touched by a piss-stained guy in a cloak. "I- I am so sorry to hear that."He gave her an air-pat instead and used Druidcraft to give a light breeze to cool her down. Asbestos looked over at Fist for clarity. Making them pay? That seemed way out of his wheelhouse. He was up for trickery and mischief, but flat out revenge? He wasn't so sure. Yet the fanged teeth started forming in his mouth. 'For Biscotti.' He reminded himself. But Biscotti was only a blow in the wind now, and they were never that close. He gave her a hopeful look before looking down again. "Yes... I guess?" He whimpered. What is it that is coming? A rival guild? Are they going to kill him? His friends? Would he have to find a new job?!
In that instant, he pivoted around awkwardly on his heels to leave Fist up to solving this situation. The emotions welling up in his chest were all too confusing him, so his brain went 'well, goodbye' and he just had to leave.
He walked over with hands fidgeting to the center of the bucket brigade where the girls, clients, and whoever was left remaining, most of them sweating and sitting after the tiresome night. "Is everyone okay? Okay, yes?" He sniffed himself, then slumped on the floor to sit, "I wish it is raining now."
Steelclaw clambers up the stairs after Lace and Smithy, quickly sees an opening and nudges past Smithy to make it over to the railing. The fighting is chaotic and might soon draw the attention of the watch.
(Two of you can consider yourselves to have dealt with the ship encounter... I hope Smithy is able to join you with little trouble.)
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Despite being disappointed on the distinct lack of bloodshed, Fist nevertheless finds himself grinning. Now he's got a new face to attribute his anger to: that idiot Grander. He's a dead man walking, and he likely knows it. He's got some things to do first, though. Starting wit' Gotu...
The brute turns to the Ma'am wit' a grin. "Oi. Yeni. Te wizard's in te back. Take care 'o' him. I'll need 'im back in one piece." He turns back to where he last saw 'Sbestos. "Now, where'd tha' sorry lad run off to...?"
Asbestos was practically pretty much lying on the floor at this point. He was stinky, tried, wet, and smelly. Not that he wasn't used to those traits, but today his head was spiraling. Once he heard's Fist voice, he tilted his head over to him, but still didn't get up. "In the absence of an apex predator, the prey run wild. And eat all the grasses. Then the predators come back and the balance- they balance the cycle back out."He slowly props himself up at the end of that sentence, "The rain falls and the grasses grow again." He looks around deep in thought and continues mumbling. He rubs his eyes and picks himself off from the floor and goes towards Fist.
"Where is Gotu, yes? I'm glad no one is hurt, yes."He rummages his hair a bit, "What to do? What do we do, yes?"
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<---- Skippy Doo from A Pup Named Scooby Doo
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Smithy walks behind the others as stealthy as he can
Stealth: 6
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"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
((I'm mostly annoyed that Smithy still hasn't finished his infiltrator armor, or bag of holding:P))
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"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Steelclaw just sneaks away from the ensuing fight with the barrels not saying a word and not drawing attention as he makes his way back to where the group had been discussing their plans waiting for the others.
Seeing Smithy is in no immediate danger, Lace continues sneaking between the crates and looking for a hiding space on her way to the main Street away from the docks
If her Athletics roll (9) is too low to make it back, she'll hide a barrel. As far from the ship as possible, preferably an alley on the way back.
The 'Dead of Night' is a colloquialism used among Southport's underworld element similar to our 'Witching Hour.'
In case I forgot or it was overlooked it is now considered to be the 'Dead of Night' and we are past the halfway mark of this night. A light fog is rolling in and starting to blanket the city. The silence is broken by the distant bark of a dog (@Asbestos - a different dog, lol.) You all feel that this night is different, somehow there is a palpable sense of intangible dread, the very atmosphere is charged with a kind of gloom.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"T'em silver bastards hit Yeni's place, t'ough. Which means yer place is on te list, Jack. Unless Lace here wants 'nother roll in te sack, te nigh's too important to hang 'round here, s'much as I migh' want to... och, speakin' of; how're the twins? Can t'ey stand again, yet?"
"Always the inquisitive one huh, Fist. Word is, it's not the places that are on... the list, but the people. What I mean to say is it appears the Daggers are out hunting Ravens and any place that they show up becomes fair game. So as pleasant as your company is... if there's nothing pressing then we should cut this visit short."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Fist gives his best shit-eating grin. "Tch. In tha' case, maybe I will 'ave a roll. Lace here'll tell me when t'ey come 'n' I can break in someone new." He turns back to Jack, repeating his question: "...tha' is assumin' the twins Rowan 'n' Reina 'r' still out of commission?" He'd done far worse to those twins before, so this was likely just Jack bein' Jack; a more cautious prick there ne'er was. "Wha's it gonna be, Jack?"
The brute likes the kid's spirit, but kicks it up a notch. "He's righ', Yeni. Get Piggy 'n' his boys in 'ere to help. Go' any barrels fer us to use?" He thinks for a hot second, then asks something else, grimacing. "How full're the chamberpots, woman...?"
Asbestos beams at Fist's approval, getting a little bit more giddy. "Yes! Yes!" He runs towards the windows where two large decorative vases were held, knocks over whatever contents were inside, and rolls them over to Fist. "Not sure about barrels, no. But possibly they have some if they did have the wine, yes? Maybe check behind the counter? Um." He looks around, hanging onto that last thought for a second, "Yes, the chamberpots would work..." Although, sticky and smelly was his specialty.... but this. No. Sure, he understand why some animals would mark their scent and had come to appreciate it, even did it himself, but bodily fluids, much like being next to/being touched by other people, the key being 'other' and not initiated by him, was a whole 'nother level. He sensed there was likely going to be hesitation from the girls and even the other patrons. "Oh- okay I shall go."
He zig-zags back and forth before finding the way towards the bathrooms.
((Acrobatics check: 2 + 3 = 5 hahah this is what I guessed would happen))
He managed to find the chamberpots and lo and behold, they are, in fact, full. He stands there for a second, his mouth curls in a frown with his hands recoiling before he musters up the strength to pick it up. 'Why me? Why me? Why me?' His brain is panicking. He runs over to the nearest fire with the chamberpot hugged around his chest with his stride looking awfully like a penguin trying hard to win a race. "I got it. I got it. I got." The urine sloshing about in the pot was enough to make him nearly gag, but it was something that he just got to do, he reminded himself. By the time he reached the fire though, he of course tripped. Just like back at the bar, he had no idea how this happened and both a wave of humiliation and piss went over him as he lay dumbfounded on the floor. He was glad he kept his mouth closed. Salty tears ran down his scrunched up face. On the bright side, somehow, in the course of this mishap, he had actually put out one of the smaller fires.
He would have laid there longer if he had not seen the last two fires blazing about. Asbestos got up spitting and mumbling, slightly crying, with arms shaking as he tried very hard to wipe the filth off his face with no avail. He was practically dry-heaving now as the smell was catching up to him and permeating his cloak, and not to mention the fact that the scent was worsened by the smoke of the fire. "We- we need need to form a line." He started waving his arm about, directing the group, while the other arm was still trying to wipe/hide his face, "Go! Get someone to go go out, yes, and get the water. Fast. We need to be fast." He sniffled, looking up at blazing curtains and the scorched tables and chairs. He turned his shoulder to see that the girls and the patrons actually did take his orders, feeling a slight swell of pride in his own abilities. He then coughed, the taste of urine was still in his mouth. "Ugh."
((Persuasion check 13 + 2 = 15))
He kept trying to use Druidcraft on some of the remaining smaller fires, but joined in the line once it got started. Some of the patrons who seemed to have gone out to go get buckets seemed to have disappeared along the way. Asbestos sighed at the expected self-preservation, but hey at least they managed to form a line anyways. Each girl/client taking a vase or some other improved bucket while Pig and whoever else was fast ran to the dock and back with the water. Whilst putting out the fires, he asked. "Miss Madame. Um, who. Who would do a thing such as this? A rival? Bandits?" He spilled the water on a fire, then looked out at the window in thought, "Why?"
<---- Skippy Doo from A Pup Named Scooby Doo
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Ibahalii Vriwhulth; Test Run
"You don't need three guesses to figure out who's behind this!" shouts Yeni as she removes her shawl with one hand while stopping one of the girls struggling even with one of the smaller vases and using the other hand tom soak her shawl before letting the girl continue on her way. "Probably the same ones who put Grander up to try something like shorting Fist!"
Your efforts quickly contain and extinguish another fire leaving only one and even that one is prevented from spreading, in a short while the 'bucket brigade' efforts will succeed.
"And don't bother asking why! We both know that with Biscotti's death there's a power vacuum and if something isn't done about it soon it's only going to get worse!"
Auntie Yeni then begins using her soaking wet shawl to smother a few of the smaller embers and prevent any flare ups from the blazes that were already put out.
After her efforts prove successful and she has a minute she again turns and addresses Asbestos, "Oh lad! I'm sorry for taking it out on you. It's just... look at what they're done to the Scarf. Promise me you'll make them pay! Promise!" And with that she slumps down in a heap, whether from her efforts tiring her out or her apparent despair over the current situation.
Fortune must indeed be smiling on Lace for within moments of arriving on deck amid the chaos of the fighting she notices a straight lane open between the jumble of crewmen and Silver Daggers, without hesitating or second guessing her luck she bolts across the deck narrowly avoiding the fighting and makes it to the railing.
Briefly glancing behind her she sees Smithy looking for his opening to follow suit.
(Reminder: Stealth rolls on deck are made with disadvantage due to the crowded fighting but luckily you only have to make one.)
(Sorry, it's just easier to roll twice on character sheet and take the lower for disavantage, than deal with the rotation and trying to type over the "do you want to copy" prompt, and remember the various adjustments to the roll using the phone to try and set up the die roller in the thread.
And If she's at the railing, is that "ready to step on the gangplank" or "out of the fighting so no more rolling at disadvantage"?)
She tries to use that same luck to make it off the ship. Figures if she makes it, she can put the barrels down hidden behind a crate and come back to help. and if she doesn't make it, maybe the attention is a help action for Smithy. Let me know how many die to roll.
Asbestos glances at her with sad eyes as he runs around with buckets. "Three guesses?" He mumbled. It would take him much more than that. So he decided to drop the subject. He wished he had time to stop like that and clean up ('the smell. the smell') but he was too zealous on fighting the fires, he continued on to the very last one. Finally, it was once he poured the last few vases of water at the same time with the other girls that he stood up to take in the surroundings.
The changeling walked over to the forlorn woman, reaching out to give her a pat on the back but then recoiled when he remembered how dirty he was. Definitely no one wanted to be touched by a piss-stained guy in a cloak. "I- I am so sorry to hear that." He gave her an air-pat instead and used Druidcraft to give a light breeze to cool her down. Asbestos looked over at Fist for clarity. Making them pay? That seemed way out of his wheelhouse. He was up for trickery and mischief, but flat out revenge? He wasn't so sure. Yet the fanged teeth started forming in his mouth. 'For Biscotti.' He reminded himself. But Biscotti was only a blow in the wind now, and they were never that close. He gave her a hopeful look before looking down again. "Yes... I guess?" He whimpered. What is it that is coming? A rival guild? Are they going to kill him? His friends? Would he have to find a new job?!
In that instant, he pivoted around awkwardly on his heels to leave Fist up to solving this situation. The emotions welling up in his chest were all too confusing him, so his brain went 'well, goodbye' and he just had to leave.
He walked over with hands fidgeting to the center of the bucket brigade where the girls, clients, and whoever was left remaining, most of them sweating and sitting after the tiresome night. "Is everyone okay? Okay, yes?" He sniffed himself, then slumped on the floor to sit, "I wish it is raining now."
<---- Skippy Doo from A Pup Named Scooby Doo
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Ibahalii Vriwhulth; Test Run
Steelclaw just holds the barrels tight as he tries to sneak past all the fighting.
OOC:
Stealth Check w/ Disadvantage: 23 (14+9)
other roll was 26 (17+9)
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Steelclaw clambers up the stairs after Lace and Smithy, quickly sees an opening and nudges past Smithy to make it over to the railing. The fighting is chaotic and might soon draw the attention of the watch.
(Two of you can consider yourselves to have dealt with the ship encounter... I hope Smithy is able to join you with little trouble.)
Despite being disappointed on the distinct lack of bloodshed, Fist nevertheless finds himself grinning. Now he's got a new face to attribute his anger to: that idiot Grander. He's a dead man walking, and he likely knows it. He's got some things to do first, though. Starting wit' Gotu...
The brute turns to the Ma'am wit' a grin. "Oi. Yeni. Te wizard's in te back. Take care 'o' him. I'll need 'im back in one piece." He turns back to where he last saw 'Sbestos. "Now, where'd tha' sorry lad run off to...?"
Asbestos was practically pretty much lying on the floor at this point. He was stinky, tried, wet, and smelly. Not that he wasn't used to those traits, but today his head was spiraling. Once he heard's Fist voice, he tilted his head over to him, but still didn't get up. "In the absence of an apex predator, the prey run wild. And eat all the grasses. Then the predators come back and the balance- they balance the cycle back out." He slowly props himself up at the end of that sentence, "The rain falls and the grasses grow again." He looks around deep in thought and continues mumbling. He rubs his eyes and picks himself off from the floor and goes towards Fist.
"Where is Gotu, yes? I'm glad no one is hurt, yes." He rummages his hair a bit, "What to do? What do we do, yes?"
<---- Skippy Doo from A Pup Named Scooby Doo
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Ibahalii Vriwhulth; Test Run
Lace keeps walking, hoping her luck holds out until she can hide behind a crate or duck into an alley. Do I need a Roll?
Then see if we need to help Smithy, bust a few silver dagger heads or all just head successfully back to meet Fist.
Smithy walks behind the others as stealthy as he can
Stealth: 6
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
[OoC: I kind of imagined Smit'y being a safe cracker. It's too bad he doesn't have something explosive on hand right now.]
((I'm mostly annoyed that Smithy still hasn't finished his infiltrator armor, or bag of holding:P))
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Steelclaw just sneaks away from the ensuing fight with the barrels not saying a word and not drawing attention as he makes his way back to where the group had been discussing their plans waiting for the others.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Seeing Smithy is in no immediate danger, Lace continues sneaking between the crates and looking for a hiding space on her way to the main Street away from the docks
If her Athletics roll (9) is too low to make it back, she'll hide a barrel. As far from the ship as possible, preferably an alley on the way back.
If Smithy is attacked, she'll snipe.
Do I need to roll anything else?
The 'Dead of Night' is a colloquialism used among Southport's underworld element similar to our 'Witching Hour.'
In case I forgot or it was overlooked it is now considered to be the 'Dead of Night' and we are past the halfway mark of this night. A light fog is rolling in and starting to blanket the city. The silence is broken by the distant bark of a dog (@Asbestos - a different dog, lol.) You all feel that this night is different, somehow there is a palpable sense of intangible dread, the very atmosphere is charged with a kind of gloom.
The brute scratches his chin.
"T'em silver bastards hit Yeni's place, t'ough. Which means yer place is on te list, Jack. Unless Lace here wants 'nother roll in te sack, te nigh's too important to hang 'round here, s'much as I migh' want to... och, speakin' of; how're the twins? Can t'ey stand again, yet?"
"Always the inquisitive one huh, Fist. Word is, it's not the places that are on... the list, but the people. What I mean to say is it appears the Daggers are out hunting Ravens and any place that they show up becomes fair game. So as pleasant as your company is... if there's nothing pressing then we should cut this visit short."
Fist gives his best shit-eating grin. "Tch. In tha' case, maybe I will 'ave a roll. Lace here'll tell me when t'ey come 'n' I can break in someone new." He turns back to Jack, repeating his question: "...tha' is assumin' the twins Rowan 'n' Reina 'r' still out of commission?" He'd done far worse to those twins before, so this was likely just Jack bein' Jack; a more cautious prick there ne'er was. "Wha's it gonna be, Jack?"