Killilli’s Dragon Heist

"Dear gods..." Aldrik says as he looks over the carnage, sword lowering.

Aldrik glances to the two onlookers. "What villain did this?! What happened?!" He says as he approaches, knowing medicine is not within his talent wheelhouse... 

Cico looks up at the explosion and after turning away to avoid shards of glass in the face, he moves quickly to check on the two bodies that came through the window, not wanting to assume they're charred appearance means they dead.

Medicine?: 8  

"Is everyone in here okay?" he calls to the others as he checks the bodies.

Dead, alive, at this point, Cico assumes dead as he can't find a pulse or see anyway he can help the two who came through the window. But he notices the burning paper that is threatening to start the chairs and tables on fire. 

Cico quickly works at stomping out and smother the small embers before they set the whole inn on fire.

Perception to find any missed embers inside, if needed: 16 

Aimee quickly prestidigates the burning debris out inside before she follows Aldy out.

Looking around quickly she calls, too happily to be even vaguely respectful of the situation,

"I'll get the fires out, you can check the people! I'll put them out too if they are fire, first priority!"

If she notices the flying snake symbol she say,

"Oh, Zhentarium! We've met these guys, Lyss! Look at this!"

Once the fires are out she'll provide medical aid as best she can to whomever is nearest.

Med check: 6

With Aimee putting the fires out, Cico follows her outside.

"Zhentarium?" Cico asks as he surveys the scene. "They're one of the gangs of Waterdeep, yes?"

He closes his eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath, then opens his eyes and looks out over the scene again, but this time trying to gauge where the center of the blast was, trying to determine what the actual target was.

Investigation: 14   

"Aimee," Cico calls as he looks around. "We may want to seek out Hlam sooner than later."

The noblewoman hears Aldrik, and shakes her head, snapped out of her shock. A look of panic crosses her face as her eyes dart around, then up at the rooftops before she slips away around the corner. A moment later, a slender man in a trenchcoat and Fedora leaves the Tigers Eye smoking a pipe. He seems to be talking to himself. 

Fala, a Wood Elf with long braided hair looks around at the injured passerbys before they call back, “We need to help them, I have some potions in the shop.”

(They are in separate places so you’ll need to decide which to approach.)

Aimee puts out the embers, but getting burning people to stop moving so she can put out the fire is trying. They keep trying to roll on the floor as if that will do anything. 

As Cico survey’s the scene, he notes that the explosion centered very close to the gnome who in turn was extremely close and facing towards the Trollskull Manor. The gnome seems to have some kind of muck on his clothes.

Aldrik gives chase after the noblewoman, slotting his blade behind his back into its harness prior to turning the corner. 

"Ma'am, I must speak to you, please!" 

Edvord surveys the destruction, unable to make any sense of it. As Fala calls out, the mage senses an opportunity in the madness. He rushes across the street, stopping for a quick bow, "My lady, may I be of assistance administering your potions?"

The Noblewoman moves as fast as her bustle will allow, which is not very. Aldrik catches up to her at a crossroads where she halts, noting the watch arriving at the entrances to the alley, already setting up cordons. You hear a flapping of wings and the pair of you look up to see a Griffon of the cavalry circling over head as it descends on the scene, the rider blowing a horn. The Noblewoman looks around in a panic, before noticing your family crest. ”Sir… Sir Reinholdt. I… I can’t be seen here. I’ll tell you what you want, I’ll attend your sisters recitals, I’ll place bets on Buttercup, please just get me out unnoticed.”

Fala smiles politely at Edvord, beckoning he come to the shop. As they move, their flowy green robes trail behind them, a sweet floral scent lingering where they move. “I am no Lady, nor Gentleman, call me Fala.”

The fully glass windows of the storefront have mostly shattered, but the vibrant bouquet of flowers within still presents an oasis of beauty in this ugly scene. Fala grabs a handful of soil and throws it in the air as the pair of you pass underneath. “A blessing from Corellon” they mutter an incantation you recognise to not be neither arcane or divine, more likely druidic. (Cast Longstrider)

They unlock a cabinet under their counter revealing about six potions of healing. 

 "Stop moving! I'm trying to help! I'm a fire expert,  you just stay still!"

Once folks aren't burning she'll see see if any one is awake but in a bad way. She will tell that person:

"Hey! I'm Aimee! Stay alive, no dying!"

((Suggestion wisdom save of 14, I'm guessing at disadvantage?))

If it fails she'll repeat herself more loudly to the same person (so another save).

Edvord places his rapier back into his scabbard, "My apologies Fala, I intended no disrespect." Edvord scoops up a few of potions and turns to head back out into the street.

(Does Aldrik recognize the noblewoman in turn?)

History: 18, if adv from background 8

Kerri's feet are moving before her thoughts have time to catch up. She places her hands on the bodies and pushes a healing spell into them, not bothering to check to see if it's actually needed. ((Cure Wounds)) ((twinned spell))

She dashes out of the building, and seeing the child in the distance starts sprinting towards them, ignoring everything else.

Wis saves : 20 15

Aimee influences a scorched commoner not to die, their behaviour doesn’t particularly change but she feels a scaled hand on her shoulder. ” Now, now Book Wyrm. We can’t just throw magic at every problem. These people need our compassion, water, medical treatment. Altering their states with magic will only suppress their grief to come back stronger at a later time. It will also get you in trouble with the watch, who should be here very soon.” Rishaal looks down over his glasses with a warm yet sombre expression. 

"Hey Rish! I'm crap at healing, this way the guy is going to keep on trying so people that can help better gotta chance to show up! I didn't tell him not to be sad!"

She'll keep the spell up and follow Risha around providing help as she can with prestidigation.

Kerri, as you try to channel your healing magic into the two in front of you, you feel it failing. They’re dead, and it will take much more powerful magic to bring them back. You notice the male has the Zhentarim tattoo and a longsword. 

On the street, the teary eyed boy looks up at Kerri. He seems to be about ten years of age, his face half covered in ashes. “Can you bring them back? My friends were just dancing, like we always do. They’re really good, I swear.” he fidgets nervously with a necklace as he pleads.

If Edvord notices the longsword while he is helping administer healing potions he will try to take a discerning glance regarding whether the longsword is of common make or in anyway special.

(The one inside or outside the house?)