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Akira listens to the half-orc then speaks up. “Dear, by your own premise, virtually anyone could have killed your friend. So why single out my friend. What did he stand to gain from your friend’s death? I implore that you de-escalate this and let us work with you to find out who is responsible.”
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Whatever the woman's response would be is drowned out by a chorus of "Stay out of it!" and "Let them fight!" emanating from the crowd as they grow impatient.
Carlon's hand has lowered to his sword, muscles tensed and ready to draw it from its scabbard if needed. Jamna reaches up to place a hand on his wrist, and shakes her head. "She's got him trapped. Don't provoke the rest of them," she says.
While the crowd is roaring, distracted, and focused on the potential fight, Karib turns to the others. "We can't take them all on. Now may be the distraction you needed."
He glances meaningfully in the direction of the stairs. "Or you could create another distraction -- but if you do that, I suggest you cover your tracks."
After speaking, he shakes his head as if in resignation to Rogram's fate, and turns back to watch how events progress, ready to leap in should the lad fall.
Still with his empty hands raised, Rogram takes a deep breath and lets it out through his nose. "I don't understand how me beating you in a fight will prove my innocence to you, but I also suspect that if I am ever going to have a chance of winning your respect, I'm going to have to fight you."
He takes another deep breath and slowly reaches back to draw his sword. Taking a couple of steady steps to his right , he spins his sword with his left hand, letting the blade slice through the open air as his wrist warms up.
He bends his knees and begins shifting his weight back and forth between his feet. "As you are clearly drunk," he says with a slight smirk, "I'm going to refrain from using any magic. You have my word on that."
He bends his elbows and leans forward — blade in his left hand, shield on his right — and smiles. "I'm ready," he says. "Your move."
Longsword/Shortsword vs. Rogram (Disadvantage: Dodge):11, 12, 12
She doesn't need any further encouragement. She's already sprinting toward Rogram as he's saying "Your move." She is fast, faster than anyone in the crowd expected based on the oohs and ahhs that accompany her. Her initial strikes test Rogram's defenses, but the half-dwarf, already in a defensive stance, parries her longsword, steps aside the shorter sword that she draws and stabs forward, and then lowers to meet her longsword again and slap away her next strike.
She steps back, circling with Rogram to the cheers of the crowd.
"Or you could create another distraction -- but if you do that, I suggest you cover your tracks."
Jamna looks around them and frowns. "Not here, not while this crowd is right in front of the warehouse - someone is guaranteed to see." she says. "But...it might give us a chance to explore elsewhere, if any of you are willing to slip away from your friend here."
Merric moves to step forward to calm everyone down and stop the fight, but hesitates and takes a step back. He nods to Karib as he seems to read his mind and they both realize that this could be the distraction they need. He slips quietly toward the warehouse door, but Jamna is right, the fight is occurring right outside the door and it is too risky.
Merric curses silently under his breath and whispers back to Jamna. “I will go back upstairs and check out the living quarters. If we are lucky, one belongs to the half-orc running this place. Come along if you want, but someone give me a signal when Rogram wins or if anyone tries to follow me.” He retreats quietly up the stairs, but avoids the tavern and moves to check out the rooms.
Rogram's eyes go wide as he dances around the woman's attacks. She is much faster and twice as skilled as he anticipated given her apparent (and perhaps faked) inebriation.
When he finally has a chance to attack, he thrusts with his sword (attack: 10) and inwardly groans as she easily twists out of the way.
Rogram feels the wind as the cultist glides around him, twisting away from his sword. Her shortsword tangles with his sword in one hand, but as she twirls behind him, her longsword cuts once, then twice in an X pattern across the back of his armor - not deep enough to cut through, as his own sword has held some distance between them. More applause follows the move, more rousing cheers from her companions at one end of the circle. Rogram notices that Merric and Jamna have disappeared, but that fact seems to elude his opponent, who continues to taunt him.
"Come on, what's the matter? Need the cover of darkness for your sword to breakskin?" she shouts as if cornering prey.
Upstairs, Merric and Jamna walk over the loose floorboards covering the balcony, their creak easily covered by the sounds of applause and shouting in the courtyard below them. Ten doors ring the balcony, each closed but without a lock visible.
"We won't get a better chance than this," Jamna muses, peeking through the banister to the ongoing fight. "Take your pick, or shall we look through each one?"
OOC: The red square indicates Merric and Jamna's location. The fight is happening in the courtyard on the main floor.
Rogram scowls and makes a low grunting noise in response to the pain, but tries to hide it as he meets the woman's gaze again. "I didn't kill your friend," he says, lunging.
Attack: 9 — My word! Rogram is destined to lose to everyone.
Longsword/Shortsword vs. Rogram: 12, 17, 14 Damage: 11 slashing
Rogram's sword is parried by the cultist's shortsword, which works up in a circle to throw his arm wide. He gets his shield in place in time to block the strikes from her other sword, but the second strike bites into the shield with enough force to numb his arm.
"Come then, use your tricks," she taunts him, continuing to circle her prey. "It's obvious you need them. Let everyone watch you fall in spite of your magic."
Rogram grits his teeth. How is she so fast? "I'm not going back on my word," he says with effort. He lunges again. (Attack: 24, damage: 8 — defensive flourish: 8) He feels a certain amount of satisfaction as he finally catches her with her guard down. Perhaps she has decided he isn't worth her full attention. As he withdraws, he angles his blade in an attempt to block her next flurry of attacks.
Merric tries to tune out the sounds of the fight going on below, and tries to ignore the thought of Rogram fighting for his life. He quickly scans the doors lining the balcony and whispers back to Jamna “We check them all, or as many as we can. Let’s each take a door, but stay next to each other in case there is trouble. Let’s start with the side by the main door.” Merric moves quietly to his left, to the far door along the shorter balcony and quickly checks for a lock before softly pushing the door open.
Rogram's defensive maneuver, causing his opponent to stumble off balance and give him the upper hand, draws more applause from the crowd. It seems to infuriate his opponent, however, who dives back in, leading with her longsword. Rogram, already in the defensive posture that ended his flourish, crosses that blade with his own, then maneuvers his shield to block the stab of the shortsword from her off-hand. She unexpectedly tears the longsword further up, masterfully using the shortsword as a distraction, and Rogram barely spins away, but not before the blade cuts through studded leather at his shoulder, eliciting another gasp from the audience, and cheers from her companions.
First blood had been drawn.
"Lyra," she growls at Rogram, spitting to accentuate the name. Briferhew and the half-orc supervisor still watch on, neither one applauding or seeming displeased by the entertainment, though Briferhew wears a visible frown.
Jamna nods to Merric, following his lead by searching the room next to the one he chooses. None of the doors have any locks - Merric pushes his open to reveal an empty corner room, nothing inside it aside from dusty floorboards. Jamna emerges from hers, reporting, "Looks like you'd expect, bunks for four people. Some trunks with belongings in them, just some travel gear inside. Nothing noteworthy."
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OOC: sorry for the delays between posts - stupid crazy life right now
Akira listens to the half-orc then speaks up. “Dear, by your own premise, virtually anyone could have killed your friend. So why single out my friend. What did he stand to gain from your friend’s death? I implore that you de-escalate this and let us work with you to find out who is responsible.”
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Aradurk - Half-Orc Fighter - Barty's "The Hidden War" (Doom Portals Part 4A)
Aradurk - Half-Orc Fighter - Barty's "The Whispered Word (Doom Portals Part 5)
Garu - Tabaxi Paladin - Barty's "Beyond Twilight" (Rikirta Part 3)
Whatever the woman's response would be is drowned out by a chorus of "Stay out of it!" and "Let them fight!" emanating from the crowd as they grow impatient.
Carlon's hand has lowered to his sword, muscles tensed and ready to draw it from its scabbard if needed. Jamna reaches up to place a hand on his wrist, and shakes her head. "She's got him trapped. Don't provoke the rest of them," she says.
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While the crowd is roaring, distracted, and focused on the potential fight, Karib turns to the others. "We can't take them all on. Now may be the distraction you needed."
He glances meaningfully in the direction of the stairs. "Or you could create another distraction -- but if you do that, I suggest you cover your tracks."
After speaking, he shakes his head as if in resignation to Rogram's fate, and turns back to watch how events progress, ready to leap in should the lad fall.
Still with his empty hands raised, Rogram takes a deep breath and lets it out through his nose. "I don't understand how me beating you in a fight will prove my innocence to you, but I also suspect that if I am ever going to have a chance of winning your respect, I'm going to have to fight you."
He takes another deep breath and slowly reaches back to draw his sword. Taking a couple of steady steps to his right , he spins his sword with his left hand, letting the blade slice through the open air as his wrist warms up.
He bends his knees and begins shifting his weight back and forth between his feet. "As you are clearly drunk," he says with a slight smirk, "I'm going to refrain from using any magic. You have my word on that."
He bends his elbows and leans forward — blade in his left hand, shield on his right — and smiles. "I'm ready," he says. "Your move."
Action: dodge
Initiative:
Attack Rolls:
She doesn't need any further encouragement. She's already sprinting toward Rogram as he's saying "Your move." She is fast, faster than anyone in the crowd expected based on the oohs and ahhs that accompany her. Her initial strikes test Rogram's defenses, but the half-dwarf, already in a defensive stance, parries her longsword, steps aside the shorter sword that she draws and stabs forward, and then lowers to meet her longsword again and slap away her next strike.
She steps back, circling with Rogram to the cheers of the crowd.
Jamna looks around them and frowns. "Not here, not while this crowd is right in front of the warehouse - someone is guaranteed to see." she says. "But...it might give us a chance to explore elsewhere, if any of you are willing to slip away from your friend here."
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Merric moves to step forward to calm everyone down and stop the fight, but hesitates and takes a step back. He nods to Karib as he seems to read his mind and they both realize that this could be the distraction they need. He slips quietly toward the warehouse door, but Jamna is right, the fight is occurring right outside the door and it is too risky.
Merric curses silently under his breath and whispers back to Jamna. “I will go back upstairs and check out the living quarters. If we are lucky, one belongs to the half-orc running this place. Come along if you want, but someone give me a signal when Rogram wins or if anyone tries to follow me.” He retreats quietly up the stairs, but avoids the tavern and moves to check out the rooms.
Rogram's eyes go wide as he dances around the woman's attacks. She is much faster and twice as skilled as he anticipated given her apparent (and perhaps faked) inebriation.
When he finally has a chance to attack, he thrusts with his sword (attack: 10) and inwardly groans as she easily twists out of the way.
Attack Rolls:
Rogram feels the wind as the cultist glides around him, twisting away from his sword. Her shortsword tangles with his sword in one hand, but as she twirls behind him, her longsword cuts once, then twice in an X pattern across the back of his armor - not deep enough to cut through, as his own sword has held some distance between them. More applause follows the move, more rousing cheers from her companions at one end of the circle. Rogram notices that Merric and Jamna have disappeared, but that fact seems to elude his opponent, who continues to taunt him.
"Come on, what's the matter? Need the cover of darkness for your sword to break skin?" she shouts as if cornering prey.
Upstairs, Merric and Jamna walk over the loose floorboards covering the balcony, their creak easily covered by the sounds of applause and shouting in the courtyard below them. Ten doors ring the balcony, each closed but without a lock visible.
"We won't get a better chance than this," Jamna muses, peeking through the banister to the ongoing fight. "Take your pick, or shall we look through each one?"
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Rogram scowls and makes a low grunting noise in response to the pain, but tries to hide it as he meets the woman's gaze again. "I didn't kill your friend," he says, lunging.
Attack: 9 — My word! Rogram is destined to lose to everyone.
Attack Rolls:
Rogram's sword is parried by the cultist's shortsword, which works up in a circle to throw his arm wide. He gets his shield in place in time to block the strikes from her other sword, but the second strike bites into the shield with enough force to numb his arm.
"Come then, use your tricks," she taunts him, continuing to circle her prey. "It's obvious you need them. Let everyone watch you fall in spite of your magic."
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Rogram grits his teeth. How is she so fast? "I'm not going back on my word," he says with effort. He lunges again. (Attack: 24, damage: 8 — defensive flourish: 8) He feels a certain amount of satisfaction as he finally catches her with her guard down. Perhaps she has decided he isn't worth her full attention. As he withdraws, he angles his blade in an attempt to block her next flurry of attacks.
Merric tries to tune out the sounds of the fight going on below, and tries to ignore the thought of Rogram fighting for his life. He quickly scans the doors lining the balcony and whispers back to Jamna “We check them all, or as many as we can. Let’s each take a door, but stay next to each other in case there is trouble. Let’s start with the side by the main door.” Merric moves quietly to his left, to the far door along the shorter balcony and quickly checks for a lock before softly pushing the door open.
Attack Rolls:
Rogram's defensive maneuver, causing his opponent to stumble off balance and give him the upper hand, draws more applause from the crowd. It seems to infuriate his opponent, however, who dives back in, leading with her longsword. Rogram, already in the defensive posture that ended his flourish, crosses that blade with his own, then maneuvers his shield to block the stab of the shortsword from her off-hand. She unexpectedly tears the longsword further up, masterfully using the shortsword as a distraction, and Rogram barely spins away, but not before the blade cuts through studded leather at his shoulder, eliciting another gasp from the audience, and cheers from her companions.
First blood had been drawn.
"Lyra," she growls at Rogram, spitting to accentuate the name. Briferhew and the half-orc supervisor still watch on, neither one applauding or seeming displeased by the entertainment, though Briferhew wears a visible frown.
Jamna nods to Merric, following his lead by searching the room next to the one he chooses. None of the doors have any locks - Merric pushes his open to reveal an empty corner room, nothing inside it aside from dusty floorboards. Jamna emerges from hers, reporting, "Looks like you'd expect, bunks for four people. Some trunks with belongings in them, just some travel gear inside. Nothing noteworthy."
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