Elustran Days

The tiefling squints at the hand, and slowly nods, “Yeah... alright. Where do you want to go, big guy?”

Ashe watches with a guffaw. Wow, you are certainly forward. I'll keep an eye out for you, dear, Ashe spells toward Alijurn. She follows Alijurn and the tiefling but maintains some distance. Seeing a drow and a lizard together might stir the pot. She keeps an eye out in case anyone else has noticed this exchange. 

(Perception: 19)

Alijurn is baffled by the question, but does his best to hide it. "Just come with me, pretend like nothing`s happened." Alijurn nudges her to get up from her chair towards the exit. He is ready to grab her if tries to run for it. 

She nods, and then slaps you. “Nothing happened!? How could you say that! How could you cheat on me with her! You’re nothing but a brute! A pig!” The fight club’s attention turns to the scene. She’s putting on a show! Are those real tears!? She turns away quickly, but you see a cocky gleam in her eye, as if to say, ‘try it.’ She’s going to Disenegage and Run, go ahead and try to grab her if you’d like.

Excelent! Dahme'dre pings her allies, let's tail her. Mondra'goran tries to keep on her as Dahme'dre slips up the (fire escape) ladder. M'G tries to get positioned for cupcake to catch a ride with the girl.

Alijurn sighs as the mental note enters his mind. He doesn't want to more of a scene than already has been made. He follows her out into the main room and as the exits the door he shouts at her "HALT!" casting Command (DC 12).

(If the spell works he would like to grapple her 7 OR if she manages to resist he continues running after her.)

Cupcake is ready for this attempt. She is an expert on hanging out in hair.

Ashe follows the scene, but doesn't yet get involved.

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Alijurn sighs as the mental note enters his mind. He doesn't want to more of a scene than already has been made. He follows her out into the main room and as the exits the door he shouts at her "HALT!" casting Command (DC 12).

(If the spell works he would like to grapple her 24 OR if she manages to resist he continues running after her.)

 Realizing that you only have a moment before she gets away, you abandon the spell and launch yourself into a grapple. She’ll try to dodge, (19), and while she is nimble, you catch her arm in your claw. She winces, leaning in and whispering, “Bad move.” She then takes up the act again, making pained sobs. The club’s attention is still drawn, and you see some people might be getting up in a moment. What’s the plan?

Alijurn, not realising he isn't in the most law abiding corners of the town says things as they are. Mostly. "This woman has wronged me and is nothing more than a liar. I will simply ask her a few questions as of why and will be on my way shortly" He catches the looks he is getting. "This is a matter of respect and honor, and I would like to regain mine".

(Persuasion?: 9 if a roll is necessary)

Dahme'dre watches through Mondra's eyes and takes a sharp breathe amplifying the power of her voice with Thaumaturgy, but she doesn't speak... Yet. She wants to see where this goes. She reaches into her component pouch and pulls out a fluffy bit of down. She begins casting Minor Illusion imagining the sounds of a police raid surrounding a hole like this. She holds the spell Ready in case things go south any further. She rolls the down anxiously between her fingers, and a tremor almost imperceptibly rattles the room with her nerves.

The room seems conflicted. They don’t really feel that comfortable with you manhandling a crying girl, but you get the feeling some think that she’s laying it on a little thick. Some go back to doing what they were, while others are whispering to each other. One man, a stout, stubby human shouts over, “So what’d she do then?” Others kind start mumbling and nodding along with him. The tiefling seems very confused by this turn of events.

Meanwhile, Ellywick Stumbleduck, what are you doing?

(Funny you should ask!)

In a darker corner of the room a small crowd has formed around a bar table. Sitting with his small hobnailed boots propped upon the tabletop, a gnome is playing a soft ballad on a little lute (about the size of a ukulele). There is no magic in his music (beyond the normal sort), but the tale he is weaving is illustrated with glowing images that accompany his words and song. A mythic creature with the wings of a moth, a perfect sphere cracked by fire... The patrons around him take turns oohing softly and laughing with surprise and delight at the performance. He plays a soft, half-resolved chord (clearly building to a piece of drama) and then the scuffle caused by the main party finally breaks through into his little bubble.

He frowns in irritation at the interruption and, still leaning against his chair shouts, "Oy, Holy Dragonman! Let the lady be! Don't you lot get enough bowing and scraping during the daylight hours?"

Some of the crowd ooo’s at the remark, while the patrons he was entertaining laugh.

While the crowd is distracted, Ashe will weave a spell over her person, changing her appearance to a dashing, but rough looking woman. She tucks her veil away and runs up to Alijurn. She places her hand on the tiefling's other shoulder and tries to bolster the lie as she addresses the bard fellow directly.

"And yet you should hold your tongue. It isn't safe to get involved in the business of others..." A dangerous tone plays on Ashe's lips. She made sure to put a fierce scar across her face. 

(JC what would you prefer me to roll?)

I’ll say an Intimidation check for the crowd. It’ll be up to Elly if he’s intimidated by it.

With the 5 Ashe rolled, the crowd boos, “Come on!- We want to hear the story!- Yeah, we’re involved now!”

(Wick has a scar of his own; maybe an intimidation contest?)

The softly glowing images swirling about the gnome's head become a crown of keen-edged daggers. Wick maintains eye contact and puts on a smirk. He resumes his playing, which has taken on an threatening tone.

Intimidate: 23

Ashe shrugs, "None of ya damn business," and tries to drag the tiefling away. Surely the crowd would stop paying attention if they stopped making a scene...?