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Post by aduceron on Aug 1, 2019 18:36:03 GMT
Kilyax initiative: W6EuP9DR1d20-1 DEX save: 1d20-1
1d20-1·1d20-1
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Post by Skell on Aug 1, 2019 20:53:59 GMT
Rolling for Initiative: 3NtFAb5l1d20+2
Rolling for Dex Save: 1d20+21d20+2·1d20+2
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Post by 3personal5me on Aug 1, 2019 22:29:41 GMT
Initiative: GQCYd0j41d20+31d20+3
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Post by sojourn on Aug 2, 2019 3:32:47 GMT
Unexpected action scene!Alrighty, Initiative order is: 23 - Craig ( 3personal5me ) 18 - City Watch/Carriage 17 - Boy 14 - City Watch Captain 11 - Ilar ( Skell ) 10 - Kilyax ( aduceron ) 9 - Miri ( moralhazard ) 6 - Kieran 6 (higher Dex) 6- Warden 6 ( Jarovbees )
While this isn't combat, it's a melee-like situation with skill rolls required for action to progress. I'll post reactions of NPCs and such in between everyone's initiative posts.In order to keep everyone sane, this will be the new posting order until we find ourselves in another situation that requires rolling initiative. Both Ilar and Kilyax made their Dex Saves, so you can RP avoiding the cart. As for the movement of the wagon, a draft horse moves at 40ft/round. A pair of draft horses pulling a cart full of prisoners made of mostly wood and iron in panic-mode is probably Dashing at 60-70ft/turn instead of the full 80ft. Cutting through Craig's back door, assuming he has one, puts characters in front of the wagon instead of behind it, though that, of course, will come with its own dangers! To catch up, I'd say it's a Dash action for your first turn and then you can act on the second turn once you catch up.
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Post by 3personal5me on Aug 3, 2019 22:59:40 GMT
"Yes! The alley!"
Craig burst through the front door of his shop, leaving it open behind him as he made a mad dash for his back door. He twirled around the counter, as he had hundreds of times, before accidently sending a tray and its cutlery clattering to the ground. He ignored the mess, resolving to clean it later, and shouldered out the back door and back into the sunlight. The cart was not in sight yet, but he imagined it wouldn't be long. He glanced back, hoping to see someone following him.
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Post by sojourn on Aug 5, 2019 16:27:29 GMT
T he carriage rumbles through the street: horses charging in their panic and people jumping out of the way. The City Watchman who fell off the wagon was nearly trampled by the agitated crowd, though should anyone look after him, they'd see he was slowly getting to his feet. The other guard on the prison cart busies himself with desperately attempting to gain some control over it all again in order to stop the crazy romp through the Trade Ward streets: Animal Handling: LjgZRLQW1d20+0
Meanwhile, the boy shouted after his mother, small enough to deftly slip between much bigger bodies, weaving in the crowd and chasing on little feet after the runaway cart.
The Captain, somewhat indignantly insulted by this entire turn of events, reaches beneath her tunic and pulls out a whistle, blowing loudly on it! Perhaps at first, it seems as though the woman is intent on stopping the wagon, but as members of the crowd turn back to look at her, eyes widening in surprise, it becomes clear that, no, she's summoning assistance! Is there another patrol within earshot? 1d20Unable to at all determine who threw the rock, she draws her blade and moves to stand next to her guard as he struggles to his feet, "Everyone who doesn't disperse is under arrest!" She threatens through grit teeth, urging her subordinate after the wagon and moving to follow. City Watch #2 will enter Initiative at 5.Skell is up next! 1d20+0·1d20
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Post by sojourn on Aug 5, 2019 16:28:25 GMT
As a note, because of the City Watch guard's Animal Handling success, the runaway cart will slow down at the end of this first turn.
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Post by Skell on Aug 7, 2019 23:14:58 GMT
Somewhat surprised Ilar watched as the commander of the guards complied with his suggestion. He knew the logic and sense of his words better than anyone but also knew how hard could be to think straight under fear and tension. If the soldiers would or not answer with more aggressivity was no more than a bet. A bet he had won.
At first the commander was hesitant. Her answer started defensive. The City Watch is more than capable of making an informed decision without the interference of civilians. Ilar felt like laughing. At least on that turmoil the City Watch seemed capable of everything, except for an informed decision. She is trying to protect her pride, he thought when the dark haired woman threatened him and a dragonborn.
He wore chainmail and was armed with shield and mace. His scales were brass and his left eye was amber. The right eye rested white and lifeless upon a scar that carved his face from jaw to brow. How in the Nine Hells I didn’t notice him before? Ilar questioned himself imagining how easily the dragonborn could have killed him if they were enemies. And when did I became so paranoid?
There was no time to find the answers. As soon as the commander of the guards opened the prison wagon’s door a rock hit a horse, making it panic, run and almost hit both Ilar and the dragonborn. They jumped out of the way in time and as soon as afoot the scaled warrior spoke about how they should halt the cart.
“Stopping the wagon will no longer help the prisoners.” He said when the sound of a whistle started do cut through the air, soon followed by the voice of the commander of the guards. Ilar imagined that after the chaos caused by the rock she would be less than inclined to release the prisoners but now that the woman called reinforcements she would be able to defend her catches and make new ones. ”I have a better idea but I need your help.” At least I hope it's better than fighting the City Guard, he thought trying to weigh the odds. ”Take the child following the wagon to a safe place and please do not insult, provoke, fight or even approach the soldiers.” He had to add the last part, after all the dragonborn seemed to have a special gift for provoking others. ”I’ll do the rest. Or at least try.”
Ilar did not wait for an answer. He concentrated his mind on Hyde, telepathically commanding him to remain invisible, fly no higher than ten feet from the ground and follow the wagon. Upon reaching it the little creature should position himself over the crowd so the prisoners would think that whatever he said came from a citizen of Waterdeep.
”There are more guards coming!” Said the invisible Imp, with his own hoarse voice echoing from over the crowd the words Ilar had put on his mind. ”Run if you want to be free! To a safe place!”
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Post by aduceron on Aug 11, 2019 21:00:22 GMT
I had to admit I didn’t know what to do next. As much as I wanted to help, I felt useless. My words had little effect other than offending the guards. I was ready to give them another taste of my mind before I noticed the young half drow standing but a few feet from me. He spoke smoothly with a precise and throughout choice of words. So much so he had me staring blankly at his argument. How in the world is he doing that? Is he really managing to turn the tides just by talking to them? I seemed to have the support of some of the crowd but he single handedly talked for hundreds. We ended up looking at each other with our drastically different approaches before hell broke loose. I found myself suddenly bracing for impact as the horses started rushing down the street. I shook myself ready to chase after it without a second thought, but I heard the same voice directed towards me. He was right, the cart seemed to be slowing down after the initial rush, and there was a child now running through this mayhem. I had to give it to him, that was some seriously fast thinking for the amount of pressure we were under. I reached for his shoulder with a firm grip “I hope you are right with this one. Count on me” I quickly nodded as I turned towards the child, trying to ignore the guards as I ran around them from a safe distance, I traced a diagonal to intercept the child while using gaps in the crowd to gain some momentum ”Hey! Hey kid, slow down! It is not s...” I was constantly interrupted by the occasional bystander i couldn’t dodge in time. It only made it harder to track the little one though the mob. I extended my arm as far as I could trying to gain a few inches on the child. If what I heard was right, we didn’t have much time before more guards arrived and then for sure it would be an even uglier situation. Kilyax will try to grapple the child if he can get to him with his movement. Otherwise, he would dash to get close enough. I will leave an athletics check just in case.
Athletics: 7dbh6BwX1d20+3
Just some notes that might or might not be needed as these are things I’m supposed to declare after a long rest.
Spells prepared (apart from forge domain spells): Cure wounds Shield of faith Locate object Spiritual weapon Bane
I would also have used blessing of the forge to get a +1 to my ac
1d20+3
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Post by moralhazard on Aug 14, 2019 1:24:32 GMT
The crowd was boiling; Miri watched, raising her eyebrows.
“Good to meet you, Craig,” Miri glanced sideways at the baker with a grin, and her eyes skipped over Kieran for a brief moment before focusing back on the crowd.
Whatever Warden had been about to say was lost in the horse’s sudden panic, the sharp abrupt movement of the cart. Miri inhaled, sharply watching, the burst of noise sending a spike of pain through her head. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment.
If Walker got killed, Miri thought grimly, she’d pay herself to have the bastard resurrected, and get it out of him somehow.
Craig and Warden were already starting to move - the crowd was churning around them - and Miri acknowledged Kieran’s plan with a curt nod. She dashed off in the direction he’d indication, edging past the paladin weighed down with her heavy armor, and weaved with an effortless (if hungover) grace through the edges of the teeming crowd and into the alley, hooking around.
As she ran, Miri murmured the nonsense words for a prestidigitation spell her breath, hands shaping the familiar gesture. She came up at the back of the cart. A loud if harmless voice, confident in its authority, echoed from in front of the horses, full strength: “WHOA!”
Movement: full movement towards the cart Bonus action: Miri uses dash as a bonus action to reach the cart in time for an action! Action: Miri uses prestidigitation to yell “whoa” in an authoritative voice from in front of the horses.
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Post by sojourn on Sept 3, 2019 17:23:46 GMT
K ieran ignored the completely untimely flood of words that rushed against his well-trained will into his already focused, decisive thoughts at Miri's brief nod, unable to entirely keep himself from scowling at her back once she took off behind Warden, easily outpacing the tiefling. Craig had indicated the way through his shop and Kieran shifted on his light feet, swiftly following and quickly outpacing the other man, simply by the nature of his training and familiarity with Waterdeep's streets. The wagon was slowing—he heard shouts and words and even the loud woah ringing out above the surprise and panic. Perhaps the remaining soldier had managed to gain control of the frightened horses or perhaps everyone's combined efforts had simply lulled the beasts into a confused sort of stupor, but just as quickly as everything had exploded into action, everything for a breath or two suddenly stopped with a clatter of hooves and the crunch of wood against cobblestones. Bodies inside the prison wagon were tossed and the restless crowd was quick to flood toward the doors at the mysterious exclamation that more of the City Watch was coming—opening the doors by force while the breathless guard on top of the wagon stared in cautious disbelief. He sure as the Nine Hells wasn't about to jump down in the middle of that! Interference against a riled group of citizens was too far above his pay grade and his Commander was still huffing her way up the street, looking pissed. The boy found himself caught up in large, scaled arms and he squealed in surprise, "Oi, monster! Lemme go! We gotta get outta here." He squirmed a bit, pointing toward his mother as the beggars and homeless and whoever else got caught up in the coin crisis decree as it was carried out today rushed out of the wagon. The boy was caught by the dragonborn and scowled at him, tears having left streaks down his rather dirty, crumb-covered face. Curling grimy fingers around the larger creature's wrist, he begged, "I know it's no' safe. Them City Watch done seen yer face! C'mon. I can take y' somewhere t' hide w' me!"Kieran arrived before the others, brushing roughly past Kilyax, not noticing the boy in his grasp in his haste. "Mister!" The child shouted at the half-drow's back, "My ma—""Enough!" A loud, clearly magically altered voice rang out above the crowd. Another patrol of soldiers arrived, though behind them an experienced man on horseback was swiftly approaching, leather armor and insignias indicating him as possibly a spell guard of the Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors, probably working with the City Watch. As people spilled from the wagon, no one paid his shout any heed right away. Miri and Warden and even Ilar and Craig would, however, feel a hand or two on them or hear a voice spoken close to them as people began to attempt to flee the area. Their attempts to help had apparently not gone unnoticed by both the Watch and the citizenry, and everyone knew that being arrested was hardly a pleasant experience. It seemed as though something else was happening, however, something strange and organized, and that those who'd stood up for everyone were being invited toward safety: "Follow me! Let me help you in return." Said one. "Thank the gods! This way! Quickly." Whispered another. "C'mon b'fore y' get arrested. Allow me to thank you." Said a third, tugging gently on a hand. "Let's go!" The boy pleaded with Kilyax. "Stickin' around isn't a good option." Kieran agreed, violet gaze lingering on the mounted mage as he clearly began to consider a spell. The Commander was out of earshot of the half-drow, but he could see her lips moving as she pointed next to the horse. The guards who'd arrived had begun to push their way through the crowd, though it was obvious now they were content to let their once-prisoners go in favor of those who they now blamed with the interruption! "We have somewhere safe you can hide while this blows over." Someone else murmured. The people in the street were all scrambling to disperse. Decision time!Alrighty, posting order for now is still: Craig Ilar Kilyax Miri Kieran Warden and so Jarovbees is next.
The danger of combat still lingers and it looks as though the City Watch has decided to name a few troublemakers—you! Do you trust the strangers to all lead you somewhere safe to hide from arrest or will you be striking out on your own? If you trust the various mix of homeless and beggars who are dragging each of you in a different direction, you're welcome to play out the strange route they take you on. Everyone will end up in the same place: an alley with an entrance to the sewers! If you choose to engage the City Watch in combat, I will revise our initiatives and use the same numbers as if "combat" had never ended. Just let me know!
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Post by Jarovbees on Sept 3, 2019 18:33:09 GMT
It was pure chaos as Warden fought to catch up, dashing as fast as she could to make up for the heaviness of her armor. (Maybe this would be incentive to consider armor made from that fancier, lighter metal, if she could ever afford it.) The tiefling didn't have any particular skill with animals, or horses in particular, but she would have tried to recklessly leap onto the moving cart and attempt to halt it. Between Miri's supernaturally loud shout and the efforts of that soldier, the horse was slowing and that could only be a good thing. That didn't stop her from moving to catch up regardless, helping people out of the prison cart as quickly as she and they could manage.
Glancing over her shoulder upon hearing the other magically-enhanced shout, Warden gritted her teeth. Of course the City Watch were just that efficient when it came to reinforcements against people who didn't have the power to bribe or threaten them. As low as her opinion was of the watch and their arcane toadies, she knew openly fighting against them would be very unwise. And yet she wasn't going to stick around and let them arrest her for standing up against a cruel and backward law, either. So when grateful people began throwing out offers to spirit them away, Warden nodded in agreement with Kieran, red eyes meeting his own violet ones.
"Time to hustle, then. C'mon." That voice had been spoken uncomfortably close and she could see the guards pushing their way past the crowd, intent on the loudest and best-armed targets. Them. Which was 'fine', or at least better than them focusing on those who couldn't defend themselves, but that still encouraged Warden to leave as soon as possible.
Warden nodded to the person tugging on her hand and allowed them to lead her off, hoping the others would likewise take the cue to leave instead of engage in futile combat. Even the combat-eager tiefling knew that there were times one had to pick their battles.
Movement/Action: Full Movement, Dash.
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Post by aduceron on Sept 20, 2019 19:55:13 GMT
Kilyax stopped as soon as he made contact with the boy, making him come to a sudden halt only to find and unfamiliar most likely unwelcome face. His expression framed the emotion of the crowd, one of anger and desperation as the situation did not seem to de escalate.
The boy yanked trying to free himself from Kilyax’s grasp to no avail. The child’s words made him stop for a second and reassess the situation. His head showing once again slightly above the crowd was enough to see he was indeed not the only one getting involved, there were in fact some far from commoners making their way towards the conflict. However, the guards did not seem to be giving up, quite the opposite. These people don't want to be here when the reinforcements come. He wished to go in and lend a hand but he would most likely be an obstacle at this point. Besides, he did already set himself to trust that half-drow.
The kid was right, and Kiliax wasn’t going to be the one to argue he knew more about this city than him “Pretty sharp for a small one” He said as he looked back down and leaned slightly closer “Fine.” He gave a firm pull as to bring him closer and turn him around as he wrapped an arm around him and squatted down. He lifted the kid off the ground, and tugged him close to his own torso “But you won’t get away from this monster until this whole thing cools down.” As much as he wanted to find the boy’s mother, he could not take the risk, this one looked like the kind to run from impulse at a moments notice.
For one last moment, he looked back at the crowd, trying to spot the one that half drow that had advised him and nodded clearly before turning in the direction the crowd flowed. With an arm in front of him to make way, he addressed the boy once more “Where to, kid?”
Action and movement : Full dash
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Post by Skell on Sept 21, 2019 14:55:07 GMT
He watched the brass scaled dragonborn disappear on the crowd, his words still echoing. I hope to be right too.
Chances were, he wasn’t. On theory the plan was simple, get the child, warn the prisoners, have Hyde nest on the mother’s shoulder and later find her to hand the boy in safety. In practice many things and more could go wrong. The dragonborn could fail to catch the child, the prisoners could fail to scape and he wasn’t even sure Hyde knew how the woman looked. ”So much for trying to be rational”, he said to himself, thinking on how the things could have been. Were it not for the rock he would have solved the situation already, but now his call to action could condemn more people.
Each moment found him more restless. What if a prisoner falls to the ground and can’t run? What if the City Guard starts capturing people on the crowd? He was trying to push the ideas away when the voice cut through the air, strong, clear, unnaturally loud. Magic, he recognized. The reinforcement of the guards had at least one ward from guild of wizards and sorcerers of Waterdeep and more than never Ilar needed to go to a safe place.
”Gods dammit” he cursed, noticing for the first time what could be his greatest mistake. He told the dragonborn to catch the child and bring him to a safe place but did not say where would this safe place be. The House of Healing, the house on Suldown Street where he was staying or even one of the many bloody statues all over the city. There were so many options and he did not remember to mention a single one. How the Hells am I going to find those two? For a moment Ilar thought about his familiar, but it was unlikely, at very best, that he could find the dragonborn and return to the cart in time to find the woman. Even more now that the reinforcements had arrived.
Why haven’t I learnt to use Message? he thought imagining how his life would be easier if he knew this simple magic. It was fairly simple to find the direction of the cart, all one needed to do was to listen for where the mayhem was louder. And the direction of the cart would be the direction where the boy would run to, the direction where he would find the dragonborn. Some whispers and they would have a point to meet. Ilar was ready to curse yet again when new voices started to rise.
Invitations to safety, thanks to the gods and warnings. It was not hard to imagine that if the prisoners escaped the ones who spoke and acted against the soldiers would become the next targets. Last time Ilar checked, grey skin and brass scales weren’t exactly common. He and his now, so to speak, partner in crime could very well end the day in the jail. ”Could you guide me to my scaled friend?”, he said following the unexpected guides and commanding Hyde to search for the child’s mother.
Action: Following the guide (Dash). Movement: Full move.
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Post by 3personal5me on Sept 22, 2019 1:38:11 GMT
Craig burst through the back door of his shop and into the light of the alleyway. He was immediately swept up by a crowd on the move. He was enveloped, the crowd dragging him down the alley. He recognized quite a few of the homeless around him as they urged him to follow them to safety. Craig turned back, seeing half a dozen guards already filing into the alley and fanning out. "Let's get out of here", he answered as he gave in and started to follow the herd. He hoped the others would escape as well.
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