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Shiv, will lean flick his togue excitedly as he raises his crossbow and quickly fires it towards the driver of the cart. As he does he will yell out "Everyone drop your weapons! you are all under arrest!" as he drops his crossbow and pulls out his scimitars, bursting out the door of the building towards the cart.
With a strangled gurgle the cart driver plummets onto the cobblestone street. His body entangles the horses legs and the cart jolts to a halt. Then all hell breaks loose as the Slaine thugs and Watch soldiers stream into the street. Shouts of confusion and anger echo off of the clay buildings around you as the battle begins in chaos.
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"Yeah, hands up criminal scum!" Leaves said, before remembering she wasn't a guard anymore. "...Uh, I mean, your money or your lives! This is my Bandit Laugh, ahahaha! Take this you punters!"
She aimed for the obvious leader-that ugly face made a good bullseye.
Action: Aim my longbow at the Ogre Leader! CRITICAL HIT! 15 damage!
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"That was a little too forced, Seabeak. Let's see if he can play catch!" Jevyn lobbed a flask of oil towards the ogre, hoping to increase its flammability.
Action: Ranged Attack with Improvised Weapon (Flask of Oil): 5 [On a hit, the flask shatters, covering the ogre in oil. If the ogre takes any fire damage before the oil dries (1 minute/10 rounds), it takes an extra 5 fire damage. It was in the oil's item description, so I figured I'd give it a shot. And if it misses, then there's oil on the ground I can ignite.]
Movement: Up to the edge of the rooftop, and then back towards cover.
Bonus Action: None
"Maybe we should keep our faces as hidden as much as possible. To prevent the guards from recognizing us," Jevyn mutters, just loud enough that Leaves and Tak can hear.
"As if they can tell the difference between two Kenku. And our voices aren't exactly distinctive either." She stage whispered back, mimicking Jevyns voice with the end of her sentence in perfect tones.
Leaves buries an arrow in the ogre's eye, causing it to bellow in agony.
Jevyn hurls his flask of oil wide of the ogre, but it takes the monster's scarred handler full in the chest, thoroughly drenching him.
The Watch bursts onto the scene, filling one bandit full of arrows and dropping one of the horses. Gabriel himself tackles a Cazanarro thug to the ground and with a twist of his muscular arm snaps the man's neck.
(1 Thug, 1 Ogre (Wounds: 15) and 7 Bandits remaining)
"I don't remember the last time I said 'distinctive,' but you have a point Seabeak." Jevyn kept his hood up, lowering his voice further. "There aren't too many blue-nosed hobgoblins around, so I need to keep my profile low."
The scarred thug erupts in flames, an event which causes the man no small amount of displeasure.
Then the third playing piece enters this chaotic game of chess, and the Slaine Guild hurls themselves into the battle, shattering the door of the shop they were hiding out in. Hugs hurdles the fallen horse and launches himself at Gabriel with a howl, lifting the 300-pound man off the ground and locking him in a grip of iron. The sound of breaking bones is audible. Suddenly the name "Hugs" sounds a lot more ominous. Hugs' fellows employ an equally diverse array of tactics to subdue their foes, and a Watchman and Cazanarro bandit fall before their onslaught.
Kenku had perfect memory, so it wasn't surprising her superior mind recalled words even the original speaker couldn't.
"Well, a time ago I asked you very innocently what the word Distinctive meant, and you said, "Distinctive-characteristic of one person or thing, and so serving to distinguish it from others." And you should remember that every word you say I can remember and duplicate perfectly, heh heh.
Anyway, back to work!"
Leaves had in fact made a habit of gathering as many words from her companions as she could-she might want to take a new voice one day.
The thug offers no resistance to the blows. Badly burned and now sporting two bleeding gashes along his arms, he only chuckles maniacally. "Ain't nobody can stop what's coming, brother." With a bellow he tackles Shiv to the ground.
Athletics: 18
A second Cazannaro Guild thug lays Needles out with a swing of his scimitar, while several others launch a volley of crossbow bolts at the Watch members encamped on the roof. Several Watch members plummet onto the cobblestone street ten feet below, metal bolts protruding from their throats. Another volley, this time aimed at the shop windows, forces Jevyn, Leaves, and Tak to duck under cover.
Leaves Attack: 16 Damage: 9
Jevyn Attack: 14 Damage: 4
Tak Attack: 9 Damage: 7
The ogre, blinded by pain, crushes a Cazanarro thug against the side of the cart and lumbers towards the shop, seeking respite from the endless pain it has endured for years. The wooden wall collapses as half a ton of ogre barrels into it, burying a Slaine Thug in the rubble. Jevyn, Tak, and Leaves, Dexterity ST's.
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Dexterity Save: 20
Jevyn manages to maintain his balance as the ogre crashes into the wall. "Maybe I should get some wings like you, Tak. It would make things like this far more convenient."
Initiative Order:
Shiv 22 (Surprise)
Cazanarro Guild 18
Leaves 15 (Surprise)
Jevyn 10 (Surprise)
Watch 8 (Surprise)
Tak 5 (Surprise)
Slaine Guild 4 (Surprise)
Let the battle commence!
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Shiv, will lean flick his togue excitedly as he raises his crossbow and quickly fires it towards the driver of the cart. As he does he will yell out "Everyone drop your weapons! you are all under arrest!" as he drops his crossbow and pulls out his scimitars, bursting out the door of the building towards the cart.
Crossbow Attack: 21 Damage: 5
With a strangled gurgle the cart driver plummets onto the cobblestone street. His body entangles the horses legs and the cart jolts to a halt. Then all hell breaks loose as the Slaine thugs and Watch soldiers stream into the street. Shouts of confusion and anger echo off of the clay buildings around you as the battle begins in chaos.
Leaves!
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
"Yeah, hands up criminal scum!" Leaves said, before remembering she wasn't a guard anymore. "...Uh, I mean, your money or your lives! This is my Bandit Laugh, ahahaha! Take this you punters!"
She aimed for the obvious leader-that ugly face made a good bullseye.
Action: Aim my longbow at the Ogre Leader! CRITICAL HIT! 15 damage!
15 Attack Roll
12 Damage Roll
Bonus Crit Damage 8
"That was a little too forced, Seabeak. Let's see if he can play catch!" Jevyn lobbed a flask of oil towards the ogre, hoping to increase its flammability.
Action: Ranged Attack with Improvised Weapon (Flask of Oil): 5 [On a hit, the flask shatters, covering the ogre in oil. If the ogre takes any fire damage before the oil dries (1 minute/10 rounds), it takes an extra 5 fire damage. It was in the oil's item description, so I figured I'd give it a shot. And if it misses, then there's oil on the ground I can ignite.]
Movement: Up to the edge of the rooftop, and then back towards cover.
Bonus Action: None
"Maybe we should keep our faces as hidden as much as possible. To prevent the guards from recognizing us," Jevyn mutters, just loud enough that Leaves and Tak can hear.
"As if they can tell the difference between two Kenku. And our voices aren't exactly distinctive either." She stage whispered back, mimicking Jevyns voice with the end of her sentence in perfect tones.
Leaves buries an arrow in the ogre's eye, causing it to bellow in agony.
Jevyn hurls his flask of oil wide of the ogre, but it takes the monster's scarred handler full in the chest, thoroughly drenching him.
The Watch bursts onto the scene, filling one bandit full of arrows and dropping one of the horses. Gabriel himself tackles a Cazanarro thug to the ground and with a twist of his muscular arm snaps the man's neck.
(1 Thug, 1 Ogre (Wounds: 15) and 7 Bandits remaining)
Tak!
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Tak will rise toss a Produce Flame at the handler drenched in oil, then duck back down saying "Agreed.".
Attack: 17 Damage: 6
"I don't remember the last time I said 'distinctive,' but you have a point Seabeak." Jevyn kept his hood up, lowering his voice further. "There aren't too many blue-nosed hobgoblins around, so I need to keep my profile low."
The scarred thug erupts in flames, an event which causes the man no small amount of displeasure.
Then the third playing piece enters this chaotic game of chess, and the Slaine Guild hurls themselves into the battle, shattering the door of the shop they were hiding out in. Hugs hurdles the fallen horse and launches himself at Gabriel with a howl, lifting the 300-pound man off the ground and locking him in a grip of iron. The sound of breaking bones is audible. Suddenly the name "Hugs" sounds a lot more ominous. Hugs' fellows employ an equally diverse array of tactics to subdue their foes, and a Watchman and Cazanarro bandit fall before their onslaught.
Top of the order with Shiv!
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Kenku had perfect memory, so it wasn't surprising her superior mind recalled words even the original speaker couldn't.
"Well, a time ago I asked you very innocently what the word Distinctive meant, and you said, "Distinctive-characteristic of one person or thing, and so serving to distinguish it from others." And you should remember that every word you say I can remember and duplicate perfectly, heh heh.
Anyway, back to work!"
Leaves had in fact made a habit of gathering as many words from her companions as she could-she might want to take a new voice one day.
Shiv would run wildly straight towards the ogre's master, swinging hard with both swords. "I SAID YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!"
Attack: 7 Damage: 5
Attack: 11 Damage: 4
(also, if anyone within 5ft of me attacks me and hits... Shiv is going to use his reaction to hit them with his tail Attack: 17 Damage: 7)
The thug offers no resistance to the blows. Badly burned and now sporting two bleeding gashes along his arms, he only chuckles maniacally. "Ain't nobody can stop what's coming, brother." With a bellow he tackles Shiv to the ground.
Athletics: 18
A second Cazannaro Guild thug lays Needles out with a swing of his scimitar, while several others launch a volley of crossbow bolts at the Watch members encamped on the roof. Several Watch members plummet onto the cobblestone street ten feet below, metal bolts protruding from their throats. Another volley, this time aimed at the shop windows, forces Jevyn, Leaves, and Tak to duck under cover.
Leaves Attack: 16 Damage: 9
Jevyn Attack: 14 Damage: 4
Tak Attack: 9 Damage: 7
The ogre, blinded by pain, crushes a Cazanarro thug against the side of the cart and lumbers towards the shop, seeking respite from the endless pain it has endured for years. The wooden wall collapses as half a ton of ogre barrels into it, burying a Slaine Thug in the rubble. Jevyn, Tak, and Leaves, Dexterity ST's.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
(Shiv trying to avoid being tackled *acrobatics 24)
"Initiate evasive plan Golf Tango Foxtrot Oscar!" Leaves shouted, using her own unique classification.
Dex Save 16
Dex save: 21
Reaction: Grab Jevyn and hover. (If allowed) Grapple: 13
Shiv evades the scarred thug, driven to insanity by pain.
(Unfortunately I don't think Tak would realistically have time to save both himself and Jevyn.)
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Dexterity Save: 20
Jevyn manages to maintain his balance as the ogre crashes into the wall. "Maybe I should get some wings like you, Tak. It would make things like this far more convenient."
Leaves is up!
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash