Ember - Dex Save:  Nat 20 + 3 == 23

heh...  CON Save:  12

Alexia talks to the assassin. "That guy is clearly either dead or badly hurt, so either tell us the truth or tell it to the authorities from prison."

Dex save: 25

*also btw Alexia's only 19 so probably not that much older than the assassin*

Grey begins to glow a bright pink. Dex: 4

But he keeps an eye on Alexia and the assassin, ready to join in a good old fashion bar brawl. That is way more interesting to the dwarven raised elf then dancing!

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Alexia talks to the assassin. "That guy is clearly either dead or badly hurt, so either tell us the truth or tell it to the authorities from prison."

 

He looks at you in surprise, then starts to laugh, "Prison? HAHAHAhahahha!" and he runs out the door.

OOC: You could try to stop him, but it may lead to Initiative roll.

Alexia mutters something about getting no respect, then walks over towards the guy who got stabbed. 

Grey, while a cleric of war, is still a cleric. He will stand and go inspect the man that had fallen, and, to his observation may have been stabbed.

First he'll check him out, stabilize if possible. Medicine: 15

Additionally, what does Grey think of this ruffian? Insight: 10

If he needs more, I'll cure wounds for: 17

"Ah shit, is he dead?"

"He's dead."

"He ain't dead, but he is bleedin out."

One of the men at the table draws out the dagger, it has a diamond shaped cut-out in the pommel, "Ah it's one of Baskeville's recruits. We'll get 'em back later."

They initially glare at the party but when it looks like you are going to render aid, they gladly step aside. Coughing up blood and thrashing about, the victim awakes thanks to the magic of Grey. "Thanks mister! I owe one!" When it appears the fellow is ok, everybody goes back to drinking and eating. Reeda drops off a bucket and some rags, "Clean that up!"

"Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am."

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Jackblack nods, "Yeah the Howling Dogs are one of the groups that hang around here. Most of the folks in this tavern are Black Scarves. Different gangs but we're all Queen's Men in the end." he nods in the direction of the ruckus, "If you want to become a member of the Howling Dogs, you gotta kill somebody. Looks like junior failed because of you." he shrugs. 

The drink is citrusy and a little bitter, refreshing with just a hint of honey.

The food is simple, warm dark bread with a ladle of hot cheese poured over it.

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"If you want to become a member of the Howling Dogs, you gotta kill somebody. Looks like junior failed because of you." he shrugs. 

"Ah f**k. That means he'll be back for revenge." Alexia leaves her blade out and next to her, but sits back down. 

"No problem" Grey says to the man. "If it was a fair fight, I probably would have left ya" he shrugs, and returns to the others.

Hearing Jackblack, he adds "Guessing I didn't make any friends with the Howling Dogs then."

He smirks, "This little village of ruffians and miscreants is often prone to violence. Some live, some die. What they don't know won't hurt them." then Jackblack chuckles, "I'm not going to tell that young sprout he failed. He'll find out soon enough if the boys over there decide to teach him a lesson."

Do you plan to stay the whole day or go back to Smoulderhome?

You could spend the night?

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Do you plan to stay the whole day or go back to Smoulderhome?

You could spend the night?

*spending the night so we don't travel back in the dark sounds like a good idea*

The Wiz stands in shock and amazement. He didn't see the attempted murder, but he does note the large pool of blood and the casual dismissal by the gang who had very nearly lost one of their members being skewered by the dagger. The Wiz grabs his own throat and massages away the sensation his mind conjures up. An essay of thoughts and emotions starts to swirl in the hazy mists of his mind. Then it is gone like a puff of smoke as his heart rate falls to normal and his face relaxes into a sleepy smile.

"Dang, that's crazy. How do you become a member of the Black Scarves?" He asks while still illuminated with magical glitter. 

"You're interested in joining up? You don't have to do something quite so drastic as killing anybody. You just have to steal a weapon from another gang and add it to our wall," he points to the aforementioned wall of blades.

The Wiz waves his hand lazily in the air and looks toward the wall of blades. "Nah. Being part of a gang seems like a lot of work. I kind of just coast, you know?" The Wiz snakes his arm through the air when he says 'coast'. "But these guys are a pretty cool bunch. They saved my life, which I like a lot. Sort of like your friend over there, mopping up his own blood, but they stopped it before I got stabbed too hard." The Wiz gestures down to the 'gentle' stab wound on his chest. He looks back to Jackblack. "Anyway, uh..." 

His thoughts seem to drift across the vast, incomprehensible infinity that is his own mind. 

Ember turns to Jackblack, "It appears we are staying the night.  Can you recommend a good, secure place to rest?"   The fairy leans forward and lowers his voice, "And,  we can transport the 'hot rock' back to Smoulderhome if that is your preference."

Flitting up off the tabletop, Ember turns to regard his fellow travellers, "So, it is a night of rest and then two weeks of travel back to Smoulderhome for Charles.  I wonder if we should pick up yackle food and fresh water before heading out in the morning?  Do you think Chip will remember us when we return? "

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Ember turns to Jackblack, "It appears we are staying the night.  Can you recommend a good, secure place to rest?"   The fairy leans forward and lowers his voice, "And,  we can transport the 'hot rock' back to Smoulderhome if that is your preference."

Flitting up off the tabletop, Ember turns to regard his fellow travellers, "So, it is a night of rest and then two weeks of travel back to Smoulderhome for Charles.  I wonder if we should pick up yackle food and fresh water before heading out in the morning?  Do you think Chip will remember us when we return? "

Alexia rolls her eyes. "It's been a month, not ten years. And we're hard to forget about."

"Well folks," Jackblack looks at you, "you're not part of any of the gangs so I can't guarantee your safety." Then he shrugs, "You could stay here. At least I know you, and that fella owes you one." 

He waggles his hand, "yeah going to Smoulderhome in the dark isn't ideal either. Probably just as dangerous."