Radgar shakes his head, clearing the fuzziness and fog from his eyes and spins to take in the current battlefield. As Kurstin stabilizes the victim, the cleric grumbles and steps over to the crumbled body of the Thug who had felled him. "Oh no ya don't, yer not slipping away from us.'
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Fargrim ran after the Green Bandit, "And where are you running to, you craven fool?" He thought better of calling his shot this time since he missed spectacularly the last time. He swings with a double handed grip on his Warhammer Attack: 21 Damage: 11
He uses his Crusher feat to move the Green Bandit 5 feet diagonally SW out of the crowd.
Kaisaras, heavily wounded from the strikes to his person as he had spent most of the fight expending his arcane energy as well, sweated and panted, stanching the bleeding at his shoulder, looking over the defeated bandits and thug to see if any were alive and/or awake to question. Not having much luck he simply moved over towards the fallen noble to see the party's attempts to assist him.
Kaisaras glances down towards the Nobleman as he regained consciousness, giving a light nod to addressing him first, "Save your strength. You'll need it." He then straightened himself out and stepped up towards the guardsmen, holding his hands to his away from his body but at his sides, showing he was bearing no weapon, "Thank you for not assuming the worst of us. As they called out, the color-coded men on the floor had begun throwing blades into the crowd and at the man on the floor behind me."
Keeping his palms open, Kaisaras would slowly close the distance between himself and the guards. As he got what he thought was close enough, he spoke in a soft, not whispering, but not exclaimed, tone, "Furthermore, we came from Volshyenek Citadel, we have a message to pass directly to the field marshal. It comes from the current commander of the Citadel."
Kaisaras glances down towards the Nobleman as he regained consciousness, giving a light nod to addressing him first, "Save your strength. You'll need it." He then straightened himself out and stepped up towards the guardsmen, holding his hands to his away from his body but at his sides, showing he was bearing no weapon, "Thank you for not assuming the worst of us. As they called out, the color-coded men on the floor had begun throwing blades into the crowd and at the man on the floor behind me."
Keeping his palms open, Kaisaras would slowly close the distance between himself and the guards. As he got what he thought was close enough, he spoke in a soft, not whispering, but not exclaimed, tone, "Furthermore, we came from Volshyenek Citadel, we have a message to pass directly to the field marshal. It comes from the current commander of the Citadel."
"Everyone! It's time to disperse! This is now an official crime scene. Saffra, George, check on the bodies. Niles, go check on the victim. Parkers, get the crowd out of here." The leader called out after hearing Kaisaras' initial statement. When the bard shared his second message, the man leaned in and said quietly, "You've met with the Sergeant? What did she have to say and what's the Citadel's status? I'll hear it before deciding whether to bring you to the Marshall or not."
While the leader and Kaisaras spoke, the remaining guards moved as ordered. While the two guards - likely to be twins due to their name and uncanny appearance - began shooing the crowd away, Saffra and George began examining the bodies. "You lot did a real number on them." the one called George commented as he looked at one of the remains. Meanwhile, the guard called Niles approached the group around Amin. "Thank you for keeping him alive. Are any of you doctors? If not, let me take a look at him."
"I've studied medicae at the university, but I am no doctor," Kurstin replies to Niles. "Radgar here is a cleric and has magical healing skills - together we have done what we could for this man, saving him from multiple fatal wounds. These attackers were determined to kill him for some reason. We came upon these thugs assaulting him and, being the heroes that we are turning out to be, jumped in to help."
Kaisaras would wait patiently, albeit wobbly, for the one in charge to finish giving out his orders before offering his quiet reply, "We have, and she didn't go into extreme detail, only that they're spread thin, hence why she had to send us. As for the message itself, she asked us to verify the condition of the Castle and Marshall since no word has come back to the Citadel in some time wanted a line of communication." Gingerly reaching into his pockets to not open his cuts, he'd pull out Alena's note and hand it over to the man.
Radgar would nod gruffly at the guards as they asked if any of them were doctors 'Aye, he's right. We've stabilized 'im but he'll need some rest to get back to himself he will.'
Fargrim looked down at the Green Bandit that he just smashed and the Thug to see if he could remember where he recognized them from. He wanted to see if he could figure out what they were doing or who they might be working for. He thinks to himself, "This group is likely to be one of many. Anarchy and rioting is an excellent opportunity to consolidate power and take out rivals. We should figure out why Amin was targeted and who he is connected to. Someone is trying to make a move."
After taking down another bandit, Danse twirled his scimitars high in the air and deeply bowed to the crowd, a pleasant grin on his features. Both scimitars neatly slid into the scabbards hidden within Danse's fraying, ostentatious robes. "Come visit the daring demonstrations of magical mystery and spectacular sportsmanship of Danse, the best swordsmanship on this corner of Korvosia! The streets of Bridgefront hold many hidden extravagant displays of skill and entertainment nestled within the alleyways - this show has been but a mere selection of the spectacles to be seen!" he announced to the crowd. A street performer had to be an opportunist - and this event could draw many eyes to Danse's activities. And when there was attention, coin shortly followed. Danse rswirled around and returned to the party, an entertained look plastered over his grinning features. He allowed Kaiseras to do the speaking - he wasn't one for dealing with nobility. He didn't truly respect them - yet he found his indifference prevailing over his own gripes with the rulers of the city.
"I've studied medicae at the university, but I am no doctor," Kurstin replies to Niles. "Radgar here is a cleric and has magical healing skills - together we have done what we could for this man, saving him from multiple fatal wounds. These attackers were determined to kill him for some reason. We came upon these thugs assaulting him and, being the heroes that we are turning out to be, jumped in to help."
Radgar would nod gruffly at the guards as they asked if any of them were doctors 'Aye, he's right. We've stabilized 'im but he'll need some rest to get back to himself he will.'
"It seems there's been increased violence against the lower nobility since the riots began." the medic began as he knelt next to Amin and began administering additional aid. "From what I've heard, most were not as fortunate as Amin to have folks like yourselves save him. Even more considerate considering you have no connection to him at all."
Amin, who had regained a bit more of his wits, looked towards the party members around him and said (a bit shakily), "Thank you for saving me. One moment I was trying to get home, the next, a mob was out for my head. Everything is fuzzy after that." He paused for a moment as he winced in pain from the wounds he had just received. "I would like to thank you in someway in I am able. But, who are you? And why did you help me?"
Kaisaras would wait patiently, albeit wobbly, for the one in charge to finish giving out his orders before offering his quiet reply, "We have, and she didn't go into extreme detail, only that they're spread thin, hence why she had to send us. As for the message itself, she asked us to verify the condition of the Castle and Marshall since no word has come back to the Citadel in some time wanted a line of communication." Gingerly reaching into his pockets to not open his cuts, he'd pull out Alena's note and hand it over to the man.
"I see..." the man replied after reading over the contents of the letter. "If this is the case, then I'll bring you over to see the Marshall. She's still currently stationed at the Castle with the Queen. Will you be alright though? You look like you're about to pass out... and your Dwarven friend does not seem to be doing much better..." he added as he pointed towards Radgar.
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Radgar helps the nobleman up onto still unsteady legs, checking him over one last time 'We're no-ones at all, just happened to be in the right spot at the right moment when things went wrong fer ya, as it were.'
"Will you be alright though? You look like you're about to pass out... and your Dwarven friend does not seem to be doing much better..." he added as he pointed towards Radgar.
"I'll be fine, it'll take more than a bit of a tussle with these roustabouts to keep a Stonebreaker down for long it will.' As he speaks, the cleric moves towards Kai, stowing his shield and his warhammer as he does. Clapping his hands together and mumbling under his breath, a faint glow can be seen coming from his cupped palms, almost as if a tiny forge had been lit. Grabbing the young bard by the shoulders, the light and heat flare briefly before flowing into his body, his wounds and flesh seem to melt before they flow back and knit together. Cure Wounds6. 'There now, he's right as rain he is, ready to face another dozen attackers on the way to find this Grand Marshall of yours. Let's be about it now!'
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Moroza perception check - 9
Danse brought two fingers to his lips and emitted an ear-piercing whistle to attract the attention of the guard. "Before it leaves my mind - follow the owl! The last of them is fleeing."
Seeing the victim being tended to by the guard medic, Kurstin stood and listened to the discussions. His head swung around at Danse's whistle and words, and the young artificer grabbed his enchanted crossbow and took off after the swordsman, not wanting to let one escape justice. The people of Korvosa needed to know that order still held! (Move and shoot if he can, or dash to follow the owl and the fleeing thug!)
Being healed up, Kasiaras snapped his fingers to quickly cast Prestidigitation on himself and other members of the party. If they were going to meet the Queen, even if he was going to keep his identity secret as he could, he would wish that they keep clean and uniformed....well, as uninformed as they could. Looking back to the Guard captain, Kaisaras nodded, "We will be fine. The times being as they are would hardly allow us the time to wait idly by when there is so much to do." Motioning for the others to gather up, he would speak to the captain again, "I think we're ready to move when you and your men are."
Lets see if Kurstin can find and capture the runaway bandit! (I'll fluff up the chase in the recap)
@Kurstin, you do not have a visual on the bandit at the moment. Please make Perception check to see if can spot Moroza up above (if you're dashing make it at disadvantage)
Radgar shakes his head, clearing the fuzziness and fog from his eyes and spins to take in the current battlefield. As Kurstin stabilizes the victim, the cleric grumbles and steps over to the crumbled body of the Thug who had felled him. "Oh no ya don't, yer not slipping away from us.'
Spare the Dying
Fargrim ran after the Green Bandit, "And where are you running to, you craven fool?" He thought better of calling his shot this time since he missed spectacularly the last time. He swings with a double handed grip on his Warhammer Attack: 21 Damage: 11
He uses his Crusher feat to move the Green Bandit 5 feet diagonally SW out of the crowd.
"Take that, you Jolly Green Dipshit!"
Kaisaras, heavily wounded from the strikes to his person as he had spent most of the fight expending his arcane energy as well, sweated and panted, stanching the bleeding at his shoulder, looking over the defeated bandits and thug to see if any were alive and/or awake to question. Not having much luck he simply moved over towards the fallen noble to see the party's attempts to assist him.
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Kaisaras glances down towards the Nobleman as he regained consciousness, giving a light nod to addressing him first, "Save your strength. You'll need it." He then straightened himself out and stepped up towards the guardsmen, holding his hands to his away from his body but at his sides, showing he was bearing no weapon, "Thank you for not assuming the worst of us. As they called out, the color-coded men on the floor had begun throwing blades into the crowd and at the man on the floor behind me."
Keeping his palms open, Kaisaras would slowly close the distance between himself and the guards. As he got what he thought was close enough, he spoke in a soft, not whispering, but not exclaimed, tone, "Furthermore, we came from Volshyenek Citadel, we have a message to pass directly to the field marshal. It comes from the current commander of the Citadel."
Kurstin stayed with the man on the ground, and helped him up when he was ready. (Waiting for the guardsmen... =)
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"Everyone! It's time to disperse! This is now an official crime scene. Saffra, George, check on the bodies. Niles, go check on the victim. Parkers, get the crowd out of here." The leader called out after hearing Kaisaras' initial statement. When the bard shared his second message, the man leaned in and said quietly, "You've met with the Sergeant? What did she have to say and what's the Citadel's status? I'll hear it before deciding whether to bring you to the Marshall or not."
While the leader and Kaisaras spoke, the remaining guards moved as ordered. While the two guards - likely to be twins due to their name and uncanny appearance - began shooing the crowd away, Saffra and George began examining the bodies. "You lot did a real number on them." the one called George commented as he looked at one of the remains. Meanwhile, the guard called Niles approached the group around Amin. "Thank you for keeping him alive. Are any of you doctors? If not, let me take a look at him."
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"I've studied medicae at the university, but I am no doctor," Kurstin replies to Niles. "Radgar here is a cleric and has magical healing skills - together we have done what we could for this man, saving him from multiple fatal wounds. These attackers were determined to kill him for some reason. We came upon these thugs assaulting him and, being the heroes that we are turning out to be, jumped in to help."
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Kaisaras would wait patiently, albeit wobbly, for the one in charge to finish giving out his orders before offering his quiet reply, "We have, and she didn't go into extreme detail, only that they're spread thin, hence why she had to send us. As for the message itself, she asked us to verify the condition of the Castle and Marshall since no word has come back to the Citadel in some time wanted a line of communication." Gingerly reaching into his pockets to not open his cuts, he'd pull out Alena's note and hand it over to the man.
Radgar would nod gruffly at the guards as they asked if any of them were doctors 'Aye, he's right. We've stabilized 'im but he'll need some rest to get back to himself he will.'
Fargrim looked down at the Green Bandit that he just smashed and the Thug to see if he could remember where he recognized them from. He wanted to see if he could figure out what they were doing or who they might be working for. He thinks to himself, "This group is likely to be one of many. Anarchy and rioting is an excellent opportunity to consolidate power and take out rivals. We should figure out why Amin was targeted and who he is connected to. Someone is trying to make a move."
After taking down another bandit, Danse twirled his scimitars high in the air and deeply bowed to the crowd, a pleasant grin on his features. Both scimitars neatly slid into the scabbards hidden within Danse's fraying, ostentatious robes. "Come visit the daring demonstrations of magical mystery and spectacular sportsmanship of Danse, the best swordsmanship on this corner of Korvosia! The streets of Bridgefront hold many hidden extravagant displays of skill and entertainment nestled within the alleyways - this show has been but a mere selection of the spectacles to be seen!" he announced to the crowd. A street performer had to be an opportunist - and this event could draw many eyes to Danse's activities. And when there was attention, coin shortly followed. Danse rswirled around and returned to the party, an entertained look plastered over his grinning features. He allowed Kaiseras to do the speaking - he wasn't one for dealing with nobility. He didn't truly respect them - yet he found his indifference prevailing over his own gripes with the rulers of the city.
"It seems there's been increased violence against the lower nobility since the riots began." the medic began as he knelt next to Amin and began administering additional aid. "From what I've heard, most were not as fortunate as Amin to have folks like yourselves save him. Even more considerate considering you have no connection to him at all."
Amin, who had regained a bit more of his wits, looked towards the party members around him and said (a bit shakily), "Thank you for saving me. One moment I was trying to get home, the next, a mob was out for my head. Everything is fuzzy after that." He paused for a moment as he winced in pain from the wounds he had just received. "I would like to thank you in someway in I am able. But, who are you? And why did you help me?"
"I see..." the man replied after reading over the contents of the letter. "If this is the case, then I'll bring you over to see the Marshall. She's still currently stationed at the Castle with the Queen. Will you be alright though? You look like you're about to pass out... and your Dwarven friend does not seem to be doing much better..." he added as he pointed towards Radgar.
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Radgar helps the nobleman up onto still unsteady legs, checking him over one last time 'We're no-ones at all, just happened to be in the right spot at the right moment when things went wrong fer ya, as it were.'
"Will you be alright though? You look like you're about to pass out... and your Dwarven friend does not seem to be doing much better..." he added as he pointed towards Radgar.
"I'll be fine, it'll take more than a bit of a tussle with these roustabouts to keep a Stonebreaker down for long it will.' As he speaks, the cleric moves towards Kai, stowing his shield and his warhammer as he does. Clapping his hands together and mumbling under his breath, a faint glow can be seen coming from his cupped palms, almost as if a tiny forge had been lit. Grabbing the young bard by the shoulders, the light and heat flare briefly before flowing into his body, his wounds and flesh seem to melt before they flow back and knit together. Cure Wounds 6. 'There now, he's right as rain he is, ready to face another dozen attackers on the way to find this Grand Marshall of yours. Let's be about it now!'
To the guards, Fargrim would ask, "I assume you'll be taking this thug away. Can I please have a word with him first?"
Moroza perception check - 9
Danse brought two fingers to his lips and emitted an ear-piercing whistle to attract the attention of the guard. "Before it leaves my mind - follow the owl! The last of them is fleeing."
Seeing the victim being tended to by the guard medic, Kurstin stood and listened to the discussions. His head swung around at Danse's whistle and words, and the young artificer grabbed his enchanted crossbow and took off after the swordsman, not wanting to let one escape justice. The people of Korvosa needed to know that order still held! (Move and shoot if he can, or dash to follow the owl and the fleeing thug!)
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Being healed up, Kasiaras snapped his fingers to quickly cast Prestidigitation on himself and other members of the party. If they were going to meet the Queen, even if he was going to keep his identity secret as he could, he would wish that they keep clean and uniformed....well, as uninformed as they could. Looking back to the Guard captain, Kaisaras nodded, "We will be fine. The times being as they are would hardly allow us the time to wait idly by when there is so much to do." Motioning for the others to gather up, he would speak to the captain again, "I think we're ready to move when you and your men are."
"Hey Guard! Nevermind me having a chat with this guy. He came down with a rough case of the ol' mushbrain."
Lets see if Kurstin can find and capture the runaway bandit! (I'll fluff up the chase in the recap)
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