Khazan moves to the noble, grabs him by the shirt and pulls him and stares at him in the eyes. Cold rage in the dwarf's eyes. "Now listen 'ere umgi. Ye better start act nice an' polite tae us 'less ye want tae eat soup fer the rest of yer short life. When the guard comes ye better tell the truth an' tell this is just a big misunderstanding. My companions were just tryin' tae help. Am I understood?"
Khazan Strength check: 19 Lord Ramiro Strength check: 10
With a mighty heave, the dwarf slings the man from the man from the bed and crashes his face into the laminated wooden flooring, purposely avoiding the large carpet that catches a few splatters of the lord's blood...
Damage: 4
Immediately after the bouncer widens his solid arms and goes to encase the dwarf to pin him...
With unsurprising retaliation, the bouncer of the establishment wrapped his hands around the dwarf; the others watch the bouncer interlock his fingers with well-practised technique and pretty sure Khazan is going anywhere as he is now restrained.
Bart was trying hard not to let things escalate this way, but he’s realized a certain attachment to the ugly little dwarf.
He puts his grappling hook through the body guard’s belt, and runs to the window, opening it up and jumps out holding onto the rope with just s little bit of slack.
The bouncer is left confused for a moment, taking care of the dwarfwith a sealing grip, unprepared for the swift work of the half-elf strapping a hook to his person.
However, the efficiency of getting the window open wasn't smooth as planned. Bartleaps from the window with not much speed as he would've like and feels the rope attached to the hook firmly tighten and is left dangling outside on the cool clear night into the ascending lands of Silverhill.
Daffafleand Wulcrathare left awkwardly staring at a daring plan that quite clearly failed...
Lord Ramiro is left bloodied and furious as he is swiftly stuffing a satchel with things before taking out a vial out of a side-pocket. Downing the contents, he catches eyes with the halfling and dragonborn and gives a gentle wave with his fingers as his form disappears completely from sight...
"No!" Daffafle shakes her head, waking up from her frozen stupor. With no way of seeing the now invisible Lord Ramiro, and recognizing the danger her friends are in, she turns to the guard grappling Khazan.
"Release the dwarf," she orders, her words laced with arcane phrases as her eyes begin to glow a bright red (prestidigitation). "Or there will be consequences." A loud roar explodes from behind the guard, like that of a hungry lion (minor illusion).
Bouncer's Insight against Daffafle's Intimidaton: 6
The bouncer meets Daffafle's eyes and he cannot look away. Feeling the roar of the creature lets the dwarf go to swing at whatever was behind him... to see if it was nothing...
Wulcrath's Strength check: 4
The dragonborn heaves and heaves, but not much success. Maybe it's the leverage or his grip on the rope? Bartisn't getting lifted back any time soon at this rate....
As the bouncer is distracted, Daffaflewould notice key in the door turn and swing open. Only for guards to rush in a moment later with the owner of the establishment.
"Clearly not...It was a good idea though." Wulcrath chuckles back down to him.
Hanging out by the window, Wully gives the guards a nod. "It's um, kind of a long story Sir... And one I'm not sure will make this look any better."
Sheepishly tapping his foot on the floor, he looks the room over. "Well, let's start at the beginning." Wulcrath starts relaying the events of the last few eventful minutes to the guards.
As the bouncer lets go of Khazan, the dwarf takes the moment to back towards the window and interposing himself between the guards and the rest of the party.
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Bartquickly makes it back to the room, despite the tugging on someone seemingly trying to help. He scans the room looking for the Lord Ramiro, who seemingly disappeared in the room with the door now ajar...
Wulcrath and Daffafletry to win a moment of the guard's time with a truthful account of the night's events... Daffafle's charisma check: 11
They are understandable and are willing to hear you out. The bouncer does also state that the attack on the Lord did happen from the dwarf and points to the splatters of blood on the flooring, which the guard cannot ignore.
"Alright, a lot has happen tonight. We are going to have to take you in for questioning, and try and contact the Lord to get his account..." The two guards exchange look.
"Right, we are going to have to take in shackles. Please, it would be a lot simpler if you do not resist or try to take the law in your hands this time..."
Wulcrath breathes a sigh of relief, finally relaxing a bit, putting his wrists out, readily complying.
"That's no problem." Looking at Khaz, he grows a bit concerned, a little frown adorning his face as he begins to feel uneasy. "C'mon Khaz, just put your hands out this shouldn't take long. We'll be fine as long as we comply."
Khazan raises his hands to show he's not armed and slowly walks to the guards "A'right, I'm comin' with ye. I'm not resistin'. But our things are still in our rooms, I'd like tae go and take 'em with me if possible."
Seeing her party cooperate peacefully, Daffafle sighs in relief, holding her hands out for the shackles. “Thank you for your pursuit of the truth, goodly guards,” she adds.
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Khazan moves to the noble, grabs him by the shirt and pulls him and stares at him in the eyes. Cold rage in the dwarf's eyes.
"Now listen 'ere umgi. Ye better start act nice an' polite tae us 'less ye want tae eat soup fer the rest of yer short life. When the guard comes ye better tell the truth an' tell this is just a big misunderstanding. My companions were just tryin' tae help. Am I understood?"
Intimidation: 9
“Oh my gods, why...?” Bart is just huddled in a corner, feeling his dreams slip away.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Lord Ramiro holds the dwarf's stare with his own, not even resisting, with a small smile curled on his lips.
The thudding footsteps on the large doorman are head as he overshadows Khazan, his voice a booming tremble, "Put him down... NOW."
"Down? Aye lad."
Khazan moves one of his hand behind Lord Ramiro's head and tries to slam his head onto the floor.
Khazan Strength check: 19
Lord Ramiro Strength check: 10
With a mighty heave, the dwarf slings the man from the man from the bed and crashes his face into the laminated wooden flooring, purposely avoiding the large carpet that catches a few splatters of the lord's blood...
Damage: 4
Immediately after the bouncer widens his solid arms and goes to encase the dwarf to pin him...
Bouncer's Strength check: 17
Khazan's Strength check: 13
With unsurprising retaliation, the bouncer of the establishment wrapped his hands around the dwarf; the others watch the bouncer interlock his fingers with well-practised technique and pretty sure Khazan is going anywhere as he is now restrained.
Bart was trying hard not to let things escalate this way, but he’s realized a certain attachment to the ugly little dwarf.
He puts his grappling hook through the body guard’s belt, and runs to the window, opening it up and jumps out holding onto the rope with just s little bit of slack.
“Get off him *******!”
acrobatics 5
Paladin - warforged - orange
The bouncer is left confused for a moment, taking care of the dwarf with a sealing grip, unprepared for the swift work of the half-elf strapping a hook to his person.
However, the efficiency of getting the window open wasn't smooth as planned. Bart leaps from the window with not much speed as he would've like and feels the rope attached to the hook firmly tighten and is left dangling outside on the cool clear night into the ascending lands of Silverhill.
Daffafle and Wulcrath are left awkwardly staring at a daring plan that quite clearly failed...
Lord Ramiro is left bloodied and furious as he is swiftly stuffing a satchel with things before taking out a vial out of a side-pocket. Downing the contents, he catches eyes with the halfling and dragonborn and gives a gentle wave with his fingers as his form disappears completely from sight...
"No!" Daffafle shakes her head, waking up from her frozen stupor. With no way of seeing the now invisible Lord Ramiro, and recognizing the danger her friends are in, she turns to the guard grappling Khazan.
"Release the dwarf," she orders, her words laced with arcane phrases as her eyes begin to glow a bright red (prestidigitation). "Or there will be consequences." A loud roar explodes from behind the guard, like that of a hungry lion (minor illusion).
Intimidation: 12
Eyes shifting worriedly between the Bouncer and the now Ramiro'less space, Wulcrath sees a chance to make a move of some kind.
Moving to the window and grabbing Bart's rope,. He begins pulling the Half-Elf back up. "Hang on, I've got you!"
Bouncer's Insight against Daffafle's Intimidaton: 6
The bouncer meets Daffafle's eyes and he cannot look away. Feeling the roar of the creature lets the dwarf go to swing at whatever was behind him... to see if it was nothing...
Wulcrath's Strength check: 4
The dragonborn heaves and heaves, but not much success. Maybe it's the leverage or his grip on the rope? Bart isn't getting lifted back any time soon at this rate....
As the bouncer is distracted, Daffafle would notice key in the door turn and swing open. Only for guards to rush in a moment later with the owner of the establishment.
"What is going on here?!"
Bart tried to climb back up and in the window. “That didn’t work like I thought,” he calls.
athletics 15
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Clearly not...It was a good idea though." Wulcrath chuckles back down to him.
Hanging out by the window, Wully gives the guards a nod. "It's um, kind of a long story Sir... And one I'm not sure will make this look any better."
Sheepishly tapping his foot on the floor, he looks the room over. "Well, let's start at the beginning." Wulcrath starts relaying the events of the last few eventful minutes to the guards.
As the bouncer lets go of Khazan, the dwarf takes the moment to back towards the window and interposing himself between the guards and the rest of the party.
“Where did Lord Ramiro go?” Bart looks around
perception 14
and with help
12
Paladin - warforged - orange
“The great Lord Ramiro has drunk a potion of invisibility to escape the law,” Daffafle relays to Bart with a helpless shrug.
Bart quickly makes it back to the room, despite the tugging on someone seemingly trying to help. He scans the room looking for the Lord Ramiro, who seemingly disappeared in the room with the door now ajar...
Wulcrath and Daffafle try to win a moment of the guard's time with a truthful account of the night's events...
Daffafle's charisma check: 11
They are understandable and are willing to hear you out. The bouncer does also state that the attack on the Lord did happen from the dwarf and points to the splatters of blood on the flooring, which the guard cannot ignore.
"Alright, a lot has happen tonight. We are going to have to take you in for questioning, and try and contact the Lord to get his account..." The two guards exchange look.
"Right, we are going to have to take in shackles. Please, it would be a lot simpler if you do not resist or try to take the law in your hands this time..."
Wulcrath breathes a sigh of relief, finally relaxing a bit, putting his wrists out, readily complying.
"That's no problem." Looking at Khaz, he grows a bit concerned, a little frown adorning his face as he begins to feel uneasy. "C'mon Khaz, just put your hands out this shouldn't take long. We'll be fine as long as we comply."
Bart looks at Khaz to see which way the wind is blowing on this one
Paladin - warforged - orange
Khazan raises his hands to show he's not armed and slowly walks to the guards
"A'right, I'm comin' with ye. I'm not resistin'. But our things are still in our rooms, I'd like tae go and take 'em with me if possible."
Seeing her party cooperate peacefully, Daffafle sighs in relief, holding her hands out for the shackles.
“Thank you for your pursuit of the truth, goodly guards,” she adds.