I have not forgotten, but Valafar and Grimehouse were both before you two, but this was over a weekend, so giving a bit more time before moving on with the round
Harried on multiple sides, Grimehouse pulls another flask, and hurls it at the stubborn dwarf who felled his companion. Darruk please give me a DC 12 Dexterity Saving Throw or be Restrained. Glory, will also need your DC 10 Constitution Saving Throw before your next turn.
He follows this up with a Fire Bolt at the wizard who shot him, and then retreats back towards the carriage.
Current turn: (Blue Eyes and Saraba, if you prefer, I can take your already specified attacks, as you have enough movement to step forward and take them, but you may also change them, if you would rather. The saving throws will have to resolve first, as they may have an impact.)
Darruk steps lightly to the side as a flask of sticky goo explodes where he has been standing, while Glory manages to avoid succumbing to the noxious vapors he inhaled.
Meanwhile, Blue Eyes charges after the retreating Grimehouse, and his battle axe appears up to the task of finishing the severely wounded alchemist. The panicked wizard tosses up his hands defensively, and a shimmering field springs into existence to intercept the axe just before it cleaves his head open. Saraba is able to take advantage of this distraction and steer a backfist around the shield to land on Grimehouse’s temple, and the man drops.
”Well,” says the man who had emerged from the carriage, making no move to attack, but instead pulling out a curious device. “Your resumes seem impressive enough, and my organization suddenly has openings to fill. Shall we talk, or do the town guards hear of how a noble carriage was waylaid in the streets?”
He holds the object closer to his lips. "A man of my...means can summon the City Watch in a matter of minutes. You have no evidence...when they come upon a poor, harried noble forced from his carriage weeping for his servants dead in the street, and their blood on your hands, what conclusions will they draw?" He steps away from the coughing Leoros. "On the other hand, a man of my means is always on the lookout for fresh talent," he sighs and nudges the dead bandit with his foot, "and you seem a bit fresher than my current help."
He stops to look Darruk dead in the eye.
"So, we could involve the police, and see you off to jail, or you could have a drink with me at the Yawning Portal and learn how to become wealthy in Waterdeep!"
We can talk as much as you would like. Should you ever decide to resume combat, we will continue in initiative order. He used his turn to open this conversation.
From earlier this evening, you all understand the Sergeant, and the City Watch, is fair, though they can be strict and certainly do not care for unexplained violence in the streets.
Saraba pulls a bamboo bottle out of his sleeve and starts drinking heavily from it. He starts walking to the to the left, then sways to the right, then loses his balance and stumbles back to the right. This pattern continues until he finds himself behind the man from the carriage, he stops and drinks from the bottle again. (( The goal is to not be close enough to draw attention, but within striking distance if need be. Waiting to see what the others in the group do. Let me know if any rolls for stealth or performance are needed))
two things come to mind the first is when seconds matter the guards are minutes away and the second is always lead with an offer of drinks. The evening I've had...was that your imp? And you don't happen to have any magical abilities do you a dash of healing could go almost as far as drinks in earning trust. I'm Darruk by the way and you are?
as he finishes talking Darruk walks over and sticks his hand out
The man turns his head ever so slightly, and says over his shoulder at Saraba "that's alright, with your skills at hand, we can work on the acting."
He frowns slightly at the mention of an imp. "Alas, my talents are more in organization. Magic, I leave to others." He nods at Grimehouse. "And my organization has some openings there, as well."
He calls out to the others. "And you there? Does this dwarf speak for you?"
Darruk, Saraba, Blue Eyes, as the ones right up next to him, feel free to make an Insight Check
Saraba holds his bottle up to his ear shaking it the slight swishing of liquid can clearly be heard, he smiles at the sound. "No plan ever survives first contact with the enemy." Saraba drinks the last of the liquid from the bottle. "Clearly you were not prepared..." Saraba lets out a lighting quick punch that falls short of the mans face "...for the punch in the face your plan sustained from this imp that worries you so much." Saraba walks away from the man and sticks his head in the carriage looking around. "I would hear the story of what this imp is to you before I would consider being a lackey of yours." Saraba leans back out of the carriage and widely waves his arm towards the others. "The others might be interested in knowing too, or maybe not money does make some overlook details."
The man laughs, perhaps a bit too hard, before composing himself. "The imp? I had heard nothing of any imp ere your companion mentioned one. A suspicious man might conclude the imp came from you. But I am willing to overlook that possibility in light of your talents. But yes, the presence of any unforseen player concerns me. I loathe wild cards, almost as much as loose ends. Especially when I am left with less than I paid for at the end of an evening. Your first job in my organization will be to find out why., to find whom to punch back." He stops to look meaningfully at the bodies of his last employees. "Well, second job. A clean workspace is a happy workspace, after all."
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Darruk will begin rifling through pockets on the corpses. Not from here. You look like you don't get hassled, toss the bodies in the carriage and have the driver toss them off a bridge while we drink? investigation 6you didn't conjure the imp? I didn't either, big surprise huh. I don't know your business yet but I wonder if you have a rival you suspect. Someone who might be after the same whatever as you.
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Saraba a spins and throws a backfist at Grimehkise and then follow up with a spinning kick.
I have not forgotten, but Valafar and Grimehouse were both before you two, but this was over a weekend, so giving a bit more time before moving on with the round
Saraba points out I missed out on his 24 roll, which did in fact hit. Grimehouse is still not down, though he appears badly wounded.
Harried on multiple sides, Grimehouse pulls another flask, and hurls it at the stubborn dwarf who felled his companion. Darruk please give me a DC 12 Dexterity Saving Throw or be Restrained. Glory, will also need your DC 10 Constitution Saving Throw before your next turn.
He follows this up with a Fire Bolt at the wizard who shot him, and then retreats back towards the carriage.
Current turn: (Blue Eyes and Saraba, if you prefer, I can take your already specified attacks, as you have enough movement to step forward and take them, but you may also change them, if you would rather. The saving throws will have to resolve first, as they may have an impact.)
Bandit: 16Dex save 4
Con Save: 22
Lot's of stuff ...
Darruk steps lightly to the side as a flask of sticky goo explodes where he has been standing, while Glory manages to avoid succumbing to the noxious vapors he inhaled.
Meanwhile, Blue Eyes charges after the retreating Grimehouse, and his battle axe appears up to the task of finishing the severely wounded alchemist. The panicked wizard tosses up his hands defensively, and a shimmering field springs into existence to intercept the axe just before it cleaves his head open. Saraba is able to take advantage of this distraction and steer a backfist around the shield to land on Grimehouse’s temple, and the man drops.
”Well,” says the man who had emerged from the carriage, making no move to attack, but instead pulling out a curious device. “Your resumes seem impressive enough, and my organization suddenly has openings to fill. Shall we talk, or do the town guards hear of how a noble carriage was waylaid in the streets?”
Pretty sure we tried to settle this with words once, I don't see any guards...talk fast and convincingly
He holds the object closer to his lips. "A man of my...means can summon the City Watch in a matter of minutes. You have no evidence...when they come upon a poor, harried noble forced from his carriage weeping for his servants dead in the street, and their blood on your hands, what conclusions will they draw?" He steps away from the coughing Leoros. "On the other hand, a man of my means is always on the lookout for fresh talent," he sighs and nudges the dead bandit with his foot, "and you seem a bit fresher than my current help."
He stops to look Darruk dead in the eye.
"So, we could involve the police, and see you off to jail, or you could have a drink with me at the Yawning Portal and learn how to become wealthy in Waterdeep!"
We can talk as much as you would like. Should you ever decide to resume combat, we will continue in initiative order. He used his turn to open this conversation.
From earlier this evening, you all understand the Sergeant, and the City Watch, is fair, though they can be strict and certainly do not care for unexplained violence in the streets.
Saraba pulls a bamboo bottle out of his sleeve and starts drinking heavily from it. He starts walking to the to the left, then sways to the right, then loses his balance and stumbles back to the right. This pattern continues until he finds himself behind the man from the carriage, he stops and drinks from the bottle again. (( The goal is to not be close enough to draw attention, but within striking distance if need be. Waiting to see what the others in the group do. Let me know if any rolls for stealth or performance are needed))
Performance check for your tipsy swaying, please
Performance: 10
two things come to mind the first is when seconds matter the guards are minutes away and the second is always lead with an offer of drinks. The evening I've had...was that your imp? And you don't happen to have any magical abilities do you a dash of healing could go almost as far as drinks in earning trust. I'm Darruk by the way and you are?
as he finishes talking Darruk walks over and sticks his hand out
The man turns his head ever so slightly, and says over his shoulder at Saraba "that's alright, with your skills at hand, we can work on the acting."
He frowns slightly at the mention of an imp. "Alas, my talents are more in organization. Magic, I leave to others." He nods at Grimehouse. "And my organization has some openings there, as well."
He calls out to the others. "And you there? Does this dwarf speak for you?"
Darruk, Saraba, Blue Eyes, as the ones right up next to him, feel free to make an Insight Check
Insight 24
PM me what I might learn please.
Insight 12
If they want to that's fine, but I don't claim to speak for them.
Saraba holds his bottle up to his ear shaking it the slight swishing of liquid can clearly be heard, he smiles at the sound. "No plan ever survives first contact with the enemy." Saraba drinks the last of the liquid from the bottle. "Clearly you were not prepared..." Saraba lets out a lighting quick punch that falls short of the mans face "...for the punch in the face your plan sustained from this imp that worries you so much." Saraba walks away from the man and sticks his head in the carriage looking around. "I would hear the story of what this imp is to you before I would consider being a lackey of yours." Saraba leans back out of the carriage and widely waves his arm towards the others. "The others might be interested in knowing too, or maybe not money does make some overlook details."
The man laughs, perhaps a bit too hard, before composing himself. "The imp? I had heard nothing of any imp ere your companion mentioned one. A suspicious man might conclude the imp came from you. But I am willing to overlook that possibility in light of your talents. But yes, the presence of any unforseen player concerns me. I loathe wild cards, almost as much as loose ends. Especially when I am left with less than I paid for at the end of an evening. Your first job in my organization will be to find out why., to find whom to punch back." He stops to look meaningfully at the bodies of his last employees. "Well, second job. A clean workspace is a happy workspace, after all."
Darruk will begin rifling through pockets on the corpses. Not from here. You look like you don't get hassled, toss the bodies in the carriage and have the driver toss them off a bridge while we drink? investigation 6 you didn't conjure the imp? I didn't either, big surprise huh. I don't know your business yet but I wonder if you have a rival you suspect. Someone who might be after the same whatever as you.