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Baldur's Gate: Descent into Avernus (IC)

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Grond gives Inula a smile and reaches out to ruffle her ears with a scaly hand. "Just stick with me, and we'll get through this together. I'll keep my eye on you, just like old times." With that, the grumpy Dragonborn finds a empty section of wall to lean up against and look menacing.
 

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    N i m a
    Water Genasi - Level 1 Cleric - AC 18 - HP 12/12 - Walk 30 ft - Swim 30 ft
    STR 13 (+1) DEX 8 (-1) CON 18 (+4) INT 15 (+2) WIS* 19 (+4) CHA *11 (+0)

    Nima grabbed a chair, dragged it to the center of the room and sat herself down on it facing the stairs, but out of sight of anyone who'd be coming up them. She really wasn't used to this heavy chainmail. She had made it herself and it fit her perfectly and comfortably, but she never really thought about wearing it for longer periods of time, and after the adrenaline rush of anger just now, she just placed her shield on the ground leaning against her chair and leaned forward, closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead a bit. Her hand went back and brushed her hair to the side, it still being wet from the spell she uselessly cast earlier.

    With a soft sigh, she tilted her head a bit, running her fingers through her hair, and all the water in her hair just seemed to stick to her hand, instantly drying it. It all coalesced into a perfectly round orb hovering just above her hand as she just stared into it. Her fingers caressed it, causing it to ripple slightly. She just stared into the orb for now, quietly sitting, seeming deep in thought.

    Things were eerily quiet now that they had calmed down. "For assassins, they sure are slow..."
 
Guinevere closed the door behind them as she and Dragon entered the room. She stood at the closed door for a second, feeling her emotions in full swing; and then signed deeply before pulling away and actively forcing them down.

Guin made her way across the room and to a bergère near the window.
She sat down, crossing her legs and resting one arm on the chair. The other massaged the bridge of her nose as she worked to level her head.

She broke the silence before opening her eyes, "We need a plan better than waiting in a hole." She said decisively, being aware he knew that already.

Vannath dropped her hand to her lap and opened her golden eyes, staring nowhere in particular. They were cast low, like her mood.

"Pirates are not to be taken lightly, nor are they subtle. Many of them are formerly Naval sailors. They know warfare, no doubt, and are less than concerned with the repercussions of death and destruction in the lower city."

She looked about the room some, casting her eyes on the taxidermy on the wall. Vile looking thing, she could only imagine what it might have been like in life.

"At least one of them is bound to know better than to funnel up the stairs."

Vannath ran a fingernail across the upholstery of her chair, making a light scratching sound. Her expression lost in her musings.

"Were they tactically inclined, they would have sent a scout....and they did..." she alluded to the one Dragon had dealt with earlier.
"Meaning they very well could be smart enough to treat this less like a common brawl and more like a siege. This is the Guild after all." The last bit she said with a bit of toxicity.

"We've all been led to believe they are well protected."

Guinevere paused momentarily, part of her mind wandering to Inula outside with the others for a moment.
The other finished her thought.

"...they would smoke us out. Walking into an enemy controlled building like that would be suicidal. Pirates are thieves first and foremost are they not? Dull as they may be, surely they have some sense."

She had made the mistake of underestimating someone for being scum of the Earth once already. She would not do it again so soon, especially not now that so much was potentially at stake.

"The windows." She said hinting at the possibility they would firebomb them. "...they would set the whole tavern ablaze."

She finally locked eyes with Dragon, asking him his thoughts as if by telepathy. "The Fist is spread so thin the blind could see it."
If the crew wanted to make a scene and make a point, now would have been the perfect time.

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Guinevere closed the door behind them as she and Dragon entered the room. She stood at the closed door for a second, feeling her emotions in full swing; and then signed deeply before pulling away and actively forcing them down.

Guin made her way across the room and to a bergère near the window.
She sat down, crossing her legs and resting one arm on the chair. The other massaged the bridge of her nose as she worked to level her head.

She broke the silence before opening her eyes, "We need a plan better than waiting in a hole." She said decisively, being aware he knew that already.

Vannath dropped her hand to her lap and opened her golden eyes, staring nowhere in particular. They were cast low, like her mood.

"Pirates are not to be taken lightly, nor are they subtle. Many of them are formerly Naval sailors. They know warfare, no doubt, and are less than concerned with the repercussions of death and destruction in the lower city."

She looked about the room some, casting her eyes on the taxidermy on the wall. Vile looking thing, she could only imagine what it might have been like in life.

"At least one of them is bound to know better than to funnel up the stairs."

Vannath ran a fingernail across the upholstery of her chair, making a light scratching sound. Her expression lost in her musings.

"Were they tactically inclined, they would have sent a scout....and they did..." she alluded to the one Dragon had dealt with earlier.
"Meaning they very well could be smart enough to treat this less like a common brawl and more like a siege. This is the Guild after all." The last bit she said with a bit of toxicity.

"We've all been led to believe they are well protected."

Guinevere paused momentarily, part of her mind wandering to Inula outside with the others for a moment.
The other finished her thought.

"...they would smoke us out. Walking into an enemy controlled building like that would be suicidal. Pirates are thieves first and foremost are they not. Dull as they may be surely they have some sense."

She had made the mistake of underestimating someone for being scum of the Earth once already. She would not do it again so soon, especially not that so much was potentially at stake.

"The windows." She said hinting at the possibility they would firebomb them. "...they would set the whole tavern ablaze."

She finally locked eyes with Dragon, asking him his thoughts as if by telepathy. "The Fist is spread so thin the blind could see it."
If the crew wanted to make a scene and make a point, now would have been the perfect time.

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Dragon peeked out the window, before standing behind her. "Them burning down the tavern is unlikely. Tarina stole several thousand pieces of gold from them. They will want it back, and would want her alive to get it. Killing her is their last resort. She knows this. Which is why she offered herself as bait."

Tapping a finger on the back of her chair he continued. "You are right though... this building is an absolute fire hazard. If the Flaming Fists happen to be spread thin... and they did not fall for my offer, then they will have no qualms just storming the place."

The tabaxi used a single finger to knock over a lit candle, watching it roll over the edge and extinguish itself as it fell. "It would be a real shame if they got trapped inside. Zodge said for us not to set fire to the lower city... but I doubt he will miss a single building."


"And if Tarina proves uncooperative... Given the mess she has put herself in, no one will doubt it was the pirates that killed her after beating the desired information out of her."

He turned his slit pupils to look into the moon elf's. "All we need is a good position. Downstairs. I have already took the liberty of letting the Dragonborn know. He will take care of Inula."
 
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Another ten minutes passed. Fifteen. The late-day sun hung over the horizon for those that could see it. Tarina pulled a wide-brimmed, feathered hat over her face. One might mistake her for being asleep, were it not for the hand clenched tightly around the hilt of her scimitar. Something broke the silence, and it wasn't the sound of a pirate kicking in the door. For those familiar with the tavern, the spirit singing again so soon was peculiar to begin with, but something else was off. It wasn't singing the same words. The same song it had always sung. Its haunting voice filled the silence of the tavern.


O sing a song of Elturel
Of water, woods, and hill
The sun dawns on her ruddy cliffs
And fields green and still.
This land of long-abiding joy
Home of the strong and brave
Renowned by all, across the realms,
And never once a slave.

O sing a song of Elturel
When foes are at her door
Her fields torn by cloven feet
From some infernal shore.
Arise the mighty Hellriders
Take up your swift, keen swords
Then charge into the hellish fray
And scatter devil hordes.

O sing a song of Elturel
And when the night does fall
Sleep safe beneath Companion’s light
Until the dawn does call.
We’re bound by mortal covenant
That only ends with death
And so we’ll sing of Elturel
Until our final breath.


As quickly as the spirit started, it finished. Upstairs, Tarina had removed her had and frowned, though she didn't seem to understand what the spirit was saying. Downstairs, the patrons began to rowdily speak to one another in confusion.

Lara noticed a group of men coming, almost as though the spirit inside was reacting to their presence. It was difficult to mistake the ten-strong group of pirates, led by a burly man with a glassy, still eye. The man, likely the group's captain was dragging a familiar face, the pirate from before, by the collar. The pirate appeared to have been badly beaten, his mewling pleas audible even from Lara's hiding place. It seemed he could barely stand. As they approached the door, the captain spoke. "Remember, lads; bring her alive if ya can, but if killing here is what it takes to keep her from getting away, don't you dare hesitate, else you'll meet this one's fate." Drawing his cutlass, the man stepped over the threshold, captive still in tow. The previous uproar went silent.

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“We’re looking for an old friend of ours,” said the dead-eyed man. He sniffed the air. “Goes by the name ‘Tarina,’ or so I’m told. Loves to cheat at Baldur’s Bones.” More than a few patrons were happy to silently point up the stairs. His eyes scanned the tavern momentarily before settling on a sight that almost made a mean-spirited smile break his cruel sneer. Across the room, Dragon was doing his best to hide amongst the patrons, but being a large Tabaxi of distinctive fur (the only Tabaxi inside the establishment at all) wasn't doing him any favors. The looks his fellow patrons were giving him as he did his best to start up a rowdy drinking shanty only brought more attention from the captain. "Aye, and a cat that likes to stick his nose where it don't belong."

The voice carried loud enough that those upstairs could hear and ready themselves. For now, Tarina remained seated.

Mockingly, the man removed his hat and bowed deeply in their direction. "Lads, why don't you tell the kitty what we think of his offer, and of the Vannaths?" One of the men behind him giggled excitedly before responding. "Wunnit a Vannath sloop we took on the way to the harbor?" The dead-eyed man nodded in response. "That it was. Hope no one important was on board," The man said with feigned concern before putting his boot into his captive's back, forcing the sobbing pirate to the ground.

"Cap'n, please, I promise I didn't tell them nothin'- ACK!" The man's pleading was cut short as the captain drove the tip of his cutlass through the sailor's neck. Blood began to pool on the floor. On either side of the door, the two bouncers stood ready, but neither moved. Behind the bar, Alyth fidgeted nervously. With a wicked smile, the captain's eyes settled on the Tabaxi once more. Singling out four of his nine men, he tilted his head towards Dragon. "Lads? Kill 'im. You'll make a fine rug, cat."



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Round 1
Group Initiative-
Pirates: 123
The Party: 119))

The rest of the pirates spent their turn advancing towards the stairs, drawing their weapons. No one made any notice of Axtis, as she is hidden. The party upstairs saw the beginnings of a nondescript pirate's head poking up into view.

The four downstairs, for their part, advanced on Fallen Dragon, weapons drawn. To the Tabaxi's credit, where he'd not done as well at hiding, he managed to defend himself credibly well; only one blow managed to sneak past the monk's guard, raking across his unarmored thigh ((6 damage)).

((Pirate turn over, onto the party's turn.))

Tarina, for her part, stood, placing the hat firmly on her hand and drawing her weapons with a flourish. "I was beginning to wonder if you boys would show." Lunging forward, she brought her scimitar down towards the first man's head. The first blow rung true, but not enough to kill him; the second strike, however, darted across the pirate's throat, leaving him to collapse gurgling to the stairs. With a ringing laugh, she almost seemed to dance away from the staircase to allow someone else up, moving with practiced grace. Below, Axtis, Dragon and Guin could still see the captain. Recognition dawn in his face. "There she is! Kill her, or I'll have your hide!"

The patrons eventually resumed eating.

Round 1

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Captain Deadeye
AC 15
HP 65
Location: Middle of the stairs

Pirate 1
DEAD

Pirate 2
AC 12
HP 11
Location: Highest on stairs

Pirate 3
AC 12
HP 11
Location: In front of captain on stairs

Pirate 4
AC 12
HP 11
Location: Behind captain on stairs

Pirate 5
AC 12
HP 11
Location: Behind captain on stairs

Pirate 6
AC 12
HP 11
Location: At bar, harassing Fallen Dragon. Engaged with Guin, but doesn't know it.

Pirate 7
AC 12
HP 11
Location: At bar, harassing Fallen Dragon.
Pirate 8
AC 12
HP 11
Location: At bar, harassing Fallen Dragon.

Pirate 9
AC 12
HP 11
Location: At bar, harassing Fallen Dragon.
 
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Seeing a golden chance to affect several of the pirates at once, Grond quickly moves to the base of the stairs and takes a deep breath, then unleashes a scorching bolt of lightning in a line up the stairs!
Hit Points: 14
Second Wind: 1d10+1 /

Initiative: +1
Speed: 30
Passive Perception: 14

Armor Class: 16

Weapons and Armor
Crossbow, Light - +3, 1d8+1 damage, Rng 80ft/320ft

Greatsword - +6, 2d6+4 damage, Slashing, Heavy, Two Handed
--Great Weapon Fighting allows one reroll of 1's and 2's on the damage dice
 
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With a flash of steel, Axtis lashes out from her hiding place to slice at one of the pirates attacking Dragon, hoping to take off some of the pressure on him.
Hit Points: 11

Initiative: +4
Speed: 30
Passive Perception: 11

Armor Class: 15

Weapons and Armor
Dagger x2 - Main hand +6, 1d4+4 Piercing, Finesse, Light
Ranged +6, 1d4+4 Piercing, Finesse, Light, Thrown, Rng 20ft/60ft

Rapier - Main Hand +6, 1d8+4 Piercing, Finesse

Shortbow - +6, 1d6+4 Rng 80ft/320ft, Piercing, Two Handed
 
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Turning around to face the pirates, the Tabaxo stood and faced them, leaning against his quarterstaff. "A shame. A real shame." He replied to the captain. "I'll be sure to come for the rest of your crew when I'm done with you."

With a sigh, he readied himself as the four ganged up on him. A real shame. But as they attacked, he became a swirl of motion. A blur of fur and wooden staff, knocking away each blow save for the one the sliced deep into his thigh.

A bad wound... but not enough to stop him. With Lady Vanaath so close, he couldn't afford to fall yet. Thankfully he wasn't alone in this... for the tiefling joined the fray.

Fallen Dragon timed his strike as her target fell. Bring his staff in with a whirl to crash into one of the offending pirates head.


Then continuing to spin through, bringing his heel about for kick to the same pirates chest.(or a different one if the staff strike kills him somehow)
 

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    N i m a
    Water Genasi - Level 1 Cleric - AC 18 - HP 12/12 - Walk 30 ft - Swim 30 ft
    STR 13 (+1) DEX 8 (-1) CON 18 (+4) INT 15 (+2) WIS* 19 (+4) CHA *11 (+0)

    From the moment Nima heard the pirates enter the tavern, she felt her heart beating faster. She felt it coming, the battle. A rush of adrenaline went through her and she pulled out her mace, her fingers tightening around it while she lifted up her shield. She'd never really fought before, and these pirates sounded like they came with a large group, and ready to kill.

    As they advanced, Nima kept silent, but as she heard creaking of the stairs, she gave a nod toward Tarina. "Just stay close, don't put yourself in d-- Tarina!" she called out as the woman suddenly rushed forward and attacked with her cutlass fearlessly. The Genasi stood, staring and impressed, but shook it off quickly enough and bared her teeth. The aggression from the argument finally had an outlet.

    As soon as she saw the head of the guy that looked very obviously in charge. Holding her shield up, she rushed forward, the steel of her mace starting to glow white hot as she brought it down with force toward the captain's head. As she brought it down, she ended up sitting on one knee, with the captain's head quite close to the ground at this point.

    The heavy blunt weapon, still white hot, broke through the thin wooden railing of the stairs, leaving the wood charred before coming down hard upon the captain's hat and head, setting both equally aflame.
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    Movement: 20ft straight toward Captain
    Action: Mace attack on Captain
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    Captain is now on fire (make DC 14 CON save at start of each turn)
    if fail: 1d6 fire damage, if success: flames out (or if flames are manually put out with an action)

 
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"...Morons..." Guinevere groaned to herself as the pirates entered, making a scene. The crew's talk of taking a Vannath ship boiled her blood but her disinterested guile persevered. The only hint of her distaste being a single clenched fist on the bar counter.
"Treacherous, good-for-nothing savages..." she added in a hushed tone. They were quickly proving themselves to be have the sense of a sack of hammers.
She waited, looking unassuming, until the last pirate started up the stairs, with the others preoccupied with the Tabaxis.

Quickly and in almost one fluid motion, she rose from her seat and raised a hand toward the group of four pirates. A large, spectral tentacle manifested at the center of them, targeting the one closest to Dragon.

In attempt to take advantage of the distraction and capitalize on the fatal funnel then pirates had created at the stairs, Vannath leapt forward and hurried to the stairwell.
She had all the confidence in the world that Dragon and their companion could make due with her Grasp of the Deep providing support.

At the base of the stairwell and with the grace of a master conductor instructing his orchestra, Vannath created smooth, swooping gestures with her arms, her words almost hisses in the Primordial tongue.
Bringing her arms up in front of her, as if signaling a forte in a musical piece, tentacles erupted from the abyssal plane, lashing out at anything within their reach.

She slowly crept up the stairs, using her spell as a plow. Ideally, others in the party would eventually see them creeping up the stairs and back up accordingly.

Grasp of the Deep - the target takes 1d8 cold or lightning damage (your choice when it takes the damage) and its speed is reduced by 10 feet until the start of your next turn.

Arms of Hadar - the target(s) take 2d6 necrotic damage and can't take reactions until next turn on successful hit and half damage with no other effects on save.
Attack/Save:
STR 14
 
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Seeing an opportunity to strike at the pirate captain Hafdan lumbers into the fray and sweeps his axe forward at the pirate captain.

He tries to stay close to Nilma and Tarina in case he need to interpose his shield to help protect them
 
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Name: Larassa LaFraeNicknames: Lara, Shadow
Class: RogueLevel: 1
Equipment: Shortbow & Arrows (18/20), Shortsword, 2x Daggers, Leather Armor (AC 16)

Beside the quiet singing emanating from inside the tavern, Larassa was starting to grow bored lying in wait. She was just about to start batting around an empty tin can with her paws when she heard footsteps approaching. Her ears twitched and she froze, as she watched the pirate captain and his crew make their way towards the tavern.
Slowly, Larassa raised her shortbow and nocked an arrow, taking aim.
As the captain stepped inside and most of the pirates followed, Larassa let her arrow fly, a soft twang echoing in the alley. A faint grunt was all the noise the pirate made before he slumped backwards onto the steps to the tavern.
Quick and nimble, Larassa leapt up from her hiding place and rushed towards the alley door to the tavern. Nocking another arrow before heading inside, Larassa took a deep breath and then slowly pushed the door open to peek in.

Chaos awaited.

The dragonborn in the group was spewing lightning along the staircase, bodies were quickly piling up, and it seemed the captain was trying to deal with the harassment from all directions as the group converged on him. Tentacles started flailing about nearby and Larassa blinked before focusing on the captain himself. This guy was the real trouble.

Pulling back on her bow, Larassa aimed at the captain and then let the arrow fly, sailing over a few patrons' heads before it struck the captain. Mindful that she would not be able to take too many hits, Larassa disengaged and closed the alley door behind herself while keeping her back to it.
Nocking another arrow, Larassa waited for her next opportunity to strike while those around her continued to assail the captain.

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  • Inula Mallian
    Lvl 1 Dogfolk Bard



    Before I even knew it, the battle had started. The pirates came in with their creepy song, oh how they were butchering it! So noble-sounding, I could tell the melody had some clever wordplay within even if right now I was too preoccupied with our potential imminent battle to pinpoint what exactly. On top of that, such subtle rhymes, such well-placed wording, butchered by the brusque singing of breaths that by now were probably mostly composed of alcohol. To make matters worse, they began bragging about doing something with a Vannath something! I wasn't quite sure what, but by their tone, it wasn't anything good. I glanced around trying to find signs of lady Vannath, and for the upteenth time that day my blood chilled as I saw her expression of contempt.

    Then, the pirates spotted us and advanced.

    My hand grasped the air as Grond lept away from me, and down towards the pirates. Tarina had already gone forward, sliced onto two of them, and even the genasi (after seeing her warnings fail) rushed down hammer in hand and struck the captain hammer in hand, setting him ablaze. Now I had no one to cover me, I was just there with a straight path to the violence downstairs. I jumped in place when Grond released that lightning, and felt like I would see that day's breakfast again soon once my body was no no longer shivering, or well, shivering less.

    It was all so quick, passing without even the slightest input from me. Hafdan attacked the pirate captain, but I had to wonder if there was even a point to that: Most people I knew to have been set on fire by an enemy had not made it out alive, and the fire was the usual culprit. I could poke him with my rapier as well, but would it even serve any purpose? Maybe I should just stay back and not risking complicating the situa-

    A large, very recognizable tentacle emerged from what seemed like the ground or even thin air, attacking the pirates and serving as a reminder of something else: Even though the situation in the stairs seemed mostly handled, Fallen Dragon was stealing with a part of the crew downstairs, all by himself! I reached for one of the papers I had prepared earlier in a hurry, and putting in front of me as I descended the stairs, I began reading as fast as I could.

    "Ode to the sands
    who pass and don't stay.
    Start with a yawn
    from travelling hopes,
    to lingering dark slopes,
    from twilight to dawn
    from night to day
    in dear mother's hands."

    As I finished my paper lit ablaze and I felt a slight migraine. I knew what it meant, I would no longer be casting spells of that caliber today.

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    Proficiency Bonus: +2
    Hit Points: 9/9
    Hit Dice: 1d8
    Armor Class: 14
    Initiative: +3
    Speed: 30 ft
    Passive Perception: 9
    Spellcasting Ability: Cha
    Spellsave DC: 15
    Spell Attack Bonus: +7

    Bardic Inspirations: 5/5


Spells
Cantrips: (2)
*Guidance
*Mending


First Level: (4)
*Command
*Cure Wounds
*Sleep
*Speak With Animals [Ritual]

Items
Equipped:
*Rapier
*Wolf Pelts Leather Armor
*Sack x5
*Common Clothes
*Glasses

Currency:
0 PP
15 GP
37 SP
147 CP

Carrying:
*Calligrapher's Supplies (magical focus, has an effect which magically produces paper)
*Forgery Kit
*Disguise Kit
*Dagger x3
*Ink Pen x5
*Bottle of Ink
*Academy Uniform Robes
*Rations (7 days)
*Glasses
*Chalk x3
*Blanket
*Small Knife
*Candles x10
*Tinder Box
*Rope (silk)
*Mess Kit
*Ladder (10 ft)
*Piton x3
*Parchment x10
*Hammer
*Tumbling Tales of Tom Tomb (book)
*Diary of a Princess (book)
*Practical Analysis of Arcane Script Pt1 (book)

Skills
Saving Throws:
Strength: 0
Dexterity: +5
Constitution: +1
Intelligence: +3
Wisdom: -1
Charisma: +7

Skills:
Acrobatics: +3
Animal Handling: -1
Arcana: +5
Athletics: 0
Deception: +7
History: +3
Insight: -1
Intimidation: +5
Investigation: +5
Medicine: +1
Nature: +3
Perception: +1
Performance: +5
Persuasion: +9
Religion: +3
Sleight of Hand: +3
Stealth: +3
Survival: -1

Passives

Researcher- When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, if you do not know that information, you often know where and from whom you can obtain it. Usually, this information comes from a library, scriptorium, university, or a sage or other learned person or creature. Your DM might rule that the knowledge you seek is secreted away in an almost inaccessible place, or that it simply cannot be found. Unearthing the deepest secrets of the multiverse can require an adventure or even a whole campaign.

Diplomat- If you spend 1 minute talking to someone who can understand what you say, you can make a Charisma (Persuasion) check contested by the creature’s Wisdom (Insight) check. If you or your companions are fighting the creature, your check automatically fails. If your check succeeds, the target is charmed by you as long as it remains within 60 feet of you and for 1 minute thereafter.



Inula moves a downstairs to have the pirates targeting Fallen Dragon in sights, then casts Sleep targeting them. I doubt it's possible (since the spell has a 20 foot radius from the point of origin), but if it is, it'll target the captain too.

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As the pirates walked inside, not a single soul noticed the comrade that fell before the fight even started.

In that instant, in those first six seconds, all Hell broke loose.

((Round 2. Pirates. Pirate?))

Downstairs, what initially seemed like it should be an easy group stabbing proved to be anything but. As the Tabaxi reeled from the wound in his leg temporarily, the four men grinned wickedly, despite the fact that only one of their four attacks had gotten through the monk's whirling defenses. What strange sense of accomplishment they might have felt was utterly shattered within moments. Emerging from the crowd of patrons as though rising from the floor, Axtis's rapier reached out with a flash, severing the jugular of one of the pirates in a motion so fluid and practiced the blade's movement was practically impossible to follow with the naked eye. Blood splattered across the floor from the force of the attack.

"By Umberl-" One of the pirates turned towards Axtis with a wide-eyed look of terror, only to be cut off by the resounding crack of a quarterstaff striking him across the head. The man's eyes crossed in pain, but he started to pull himself to his feet, still breathing. That is, until the large cat's foot slammed into the middle of his chest. An audible crack of bone followed by an agonized scream joined the cacophony of the erupting melee as the pirate was knocked off his feet. Shortly, he loss consciousness. In a matter of moments after that, he stopped breathing.

The last two pirates down with them looked at each other, fear replacing the arrogant swagger they had shown only moments before. Things got worse before they got better, though. Guin, who the pirates weren't even aware was present, waved a hand, calling on the power of her patron. A few moments of silence followed before the wood flooring of the tavern rippled like disturbed water in between the two remaining pirates. A huge yellow eye peered out from the rippling wood, as though it had replaced the wood itself. The eye closed, and a spectral tentacle suddenly lashed out from the floor, only narrowly not slamming into the head of the men. "By the Nine Hells, what is that!?" One of the two pirates shouted in terror. Several patrons took notice. Magic had a tendency to get a little more messy than knives. Screams of terror flooded the room as people began to flee for their lives.

The other man didn't get a chance to answer his question, though. As Inula's paper caught fire, a soft purple light flooded over the two pirates. One collapsed on the spot, snoring loudly. The other's eyes grew very heavy, but he remained standing. That last pirate looked down at his sleeping friend, then at all the foes facing him, then the tentacle. "Hells with this!" Disengaging, the man turned to flee, though he only reached the door.

The pirates on the staircase didn't fare much better. One could argue they did much, much worse, actually. One of them turned around just in time to see Grond rear his head back in that tell-tale stance dragonkin take before letting loose their breath. He opened his mouth to shout a warning, only for crack of lightning that arced up the staircase to send him and all of his comrades realling. Electrical burns covered their exposed skin as disoriented and terrified screams suddenly filled the stairs. The captain, dazed by not too badly hurt, suddenly had his word rocked by the blow of a mace to the top of his head. Stumbling slightly as blood began to trickle down his temple, he barely seemed aware of the fact that his hat and head were very much on fire. That is, until it really caught. A string of profanities lashed out from Captain Deadeye as he tried, in vain, to pat the fire out, only suffering even more harm for it.

His gaze whirled up just in time to deflect Hafdan's attack. Pirate or not, he was skilled enough to capably defend himself from multiple angles. What he hadn't counted on was getting just rocked in an ambush. What happened next only furthered how poor the omens truly seemed to be for the crew of the Uncivil Serpent. As Guin stepped up and hissed her spell's incantation, Deadeye's head turned just in time to see the black pulse of necrotic energy start to form. "Ah, bollocks." The tendrils that erupted for her came with the howls of the abyss, gnawing, hungry, craving flesh. As each found their mark, the necrotic energy seemed to decay the flesh it found in moments; the regular pirates remaining on the stairs collapsed, writhing in agony for mere seconds before falling completely still.

Only Captain Deadeye remained on his feet. Breathing heavily, he gritted his teeth and stared down at Guin, who had approached him, in a fury. A few moments passed before recognition suddenly lit up the man's eyes. Now, he didn't know his patriars too well, but there was only one Moon Elf family in Baldur's Gate. A wicked grin crossed his face. Before the man could act, an arrow from an unseen assailant slammed into his shoulder. Deadeye howled in pain as the force nearly carried him off his feet. "You godsdamned cowards! I'll kill every single last one of you!"

Turning his attention to Guin, the pirate gritted his teeth. "You're my mealticket then, knife-ear." Drawing a dagger with his offhand, he lunged at the woman. Guin deftly managed to dodge, only the dagger wasn't the real source of danger. It was a feint. Deadeye's cutlass slammed into her neck. ((15 damage)) A flash of white hot pain shot through her body, dropping her to the floor involuntarily. If she tried, Guin no longer had the strength to stand. In fact, she was barely aware of what was happening. The strong smell of iron and blinding pain almost drowned out all other sensation. A malicious grin spread over Deadeye's face. Lifting Guin by the hair, he placed the edge of his Cutlass under her throat. "Right. Let's try this again, aye? You're gonna let me walk out of here, or I'm going to cut her pretty throat and get blood all over the nice, clean floor."

Tarina's cocky grin faded, replaced by a concerned frown. For now, she held her action to throw a dagger in the event Guin was harmed or she was given the go-ahead. Just because she could kill the Patriar didn't mean her dying right here on the bar's floor wouldn't be inconvenient.

((Combat is effectively over, but here's the log anyways.))


Round 1

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Captain Deadeye
AC 15
HP 34
Location: Middle of the stairs, sword to Guin's throat. Currently threatened by Nima and Hafdan

Pirate 1
DEAD, killed by Tarina

Pirate 2
DEAD, killed by Guin

Pirate 3
DEAD, killed by Guin

Pirate 4
DEAD, killed by Guin

Pirate 5
DEAD, killed by Larassa

Pirate 6
DEAD, killed by Fallen Dragon

Pirate 7
AC 12
HP 11
Location: At bar, asleep

Pirate 8
AC 12
HP 11
Location: At door, running for his life

Pirate 9
DEAD, killed by Axtis
 
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  • Inula Mallian
    Lvl 1 Dogfolk Bard



    Dang it! I had failed to even bring TWO of them into sleep? Everyone back in the academy would be laughing their brains out if they heard of this.... Not that they didn't laugh at me already. At least the captain was dealt wi- NO!

    No no no no no no no no no...

    While I was looking away, lady Vannath had been captured, and now the pirate was demanding for us to let him go. After he attacked like this, wasn't he just going to kill lady Vannath anyway? Or maybe we could trust him to at least not kill a Patria- no, we couldn't. The fact he was even putting the glass to her neck was proof of that. But the fact it wasn't already inside her neck was proof he at least expected to escape first. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance there.

    "WAIT!" I shouted, raising my hands in front of me and walking forward quickly, then stopping so I wouldn't startle the pirate to the point of any accidents happening. I drifted slowly circling him by the side, heading opposite the direction of the bar but always facing the captain. Slowly, very slowly. "B-before you d-d-do anything, you should know something! Just a moment..."

    I opened my bag in such a way that he could see the contents, scrambling for a paper, then took it out. With any luck, he wasn't actually able to read arcane script and figure out what was there was nothing but a healing spell.

    "U-uhm t-this spell, d-d-did you think L-Lady Vannath wouldn't ha-have s-some protections? She she is a Patriarc Patriar after all! T-this spell w-will k-kill you h-horribly if you kill her! It's a spell meant for revenge! You'll uh, melt from the inside!" Please please please buy it! What could I say to make it more convincing? I swallowed and tried to force myself to say things with more confidence. "You saw it earlier right. That thing she did with your skin? And maybe you saw, maybe you didn't see me casting the spell with a paper just like this one!"

    Like papa once said, now that I had given the stick, I needed to show the carrot!

    "W-we'll let you go! Y-you j-just promise not to come after lady Tarina again, and then slowly back out! When you're out you let lady Vannath go and we won't go after you!"

    Here's hoping one of the others would get the cue and rescue lady Vannath while the captain's back was turned. Like, perhaps a tabaxi...

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    Proficiency Bonus: +2
    Hit Points: 9/9
    Hit Dice: 1d8
    Armor Class: 14
    Initiative: +3
    Speed: 30 ft
    Passive Perception: 9
    Spellcasting Ability: Cha
    Spellsave DC: 15
    Spell Attack Bonus: +7

    Bardic Inspirations: 5/5


Spells
Cantrips: (2)
*Guidance
*Mending


First Level: (4)
*Command
*Cure Wounds
*Sleep
*Speak With Animals [Ritual]

Items
Equipped:
*Rapier
*Wolf Pelts Leather Armor
*Sack x5
*Common Clothes
*Glasses

Currency:
0 PP
15 GP
37 SP
147 CP

Carrying:
*Calligrapher's Supplies (magical focus, has an effect which magically produces paper)
*Forgery Kit
*Disguise Kit
*Dagger x3
*Ink Pen x5
*Bottle of Ink
*Academy Uniform Robes
*Rations (7 days)
*Glasses
*Chalk x3
*Blanket
*Small Knife
*Candles x10
*Tinder Box
*Rope (silk)
*Mess Kit
*Ladder (10 ft)
*Piton x3
*Parchment x10
*Hammer
*Tumbling Tales of Tom Tomb (book)
*Diary of a Princess (book)
*Practical Analysis of Arcane Script Pt1 (book)

Skills
Saving Throws:
Strength: 0
Dexterity: +5
Constitution: +1
Intelligence: +3
Wisdom: -1
Charisma: +7

Skills:
Acrobatics: +3
Animal Handling: -1
Arcana: +5
Athletics: 0
Deception: +7
History: +3
Insight: -1
Intimidation: +5
Investigation: +5
Medicine: +1
Nature: +3
Perception: +1
Performance: +5
Persuasion: +9
Religion: +3
Sleight of Hand: +3
Stealth: +3
Survival: -1

Passives

Researcher- When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, if you do not know that information, you often know where and from whom you can obtain it. Usually, this information comes from a library, scriptorium, university, or a sage or other learned person or creature. Your DM might rule that the knowledge you seek is secreted away in an almost inaccessible place, or that it simply cannot be found. Unearthing the deepest secrets of the multiverse can require an adventure or even a whole campaign.

Diplomat- If you spend 1 minute talking to someone who can understand what you say, you can make a Charisma (Persuasion) check contested by the creature’s Wisdom (Insight) check. If you or your companions are fighting the creature, your check automatically fails. If your check succeeds, the target is charmed by you as long as it remains within 60 feet of you and for 1 minute thereafter.



(Deception Check, 18)

Interacting With: BarrenThin2 BarrenThin2 (captain)

Mentions: Pumpkin Spice Cyanide Pumpkin Spice Cyanide D. Rex D. Rex BarrenThin2 BarrenThin2 (Tanira) Lioness075 Lioness075 (your time to shine!)

Might Also Want To Read: N/A
 
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Captain Deadeye's one good eye settled on Inula, though his body didn't turn away from the safety of the wall- he was no fool. When the girl started to approach, the blade of his cutlass dug into Guin's neck slightly, drawing a thin line of blood. Still, the bard's words brought something new into his expression- uncertainty. Shortly thereafter, his jaw clenched. Of course if he killed her, he was dead. Even without the magic, it would certainly mean that they killed the pirate captain. What it did guarantee was that there would be no spite-killing here. If he was to get out alive, he couldn't kill Guin. Of course, if he was going to die anyways...

"Fine. I'm going to move towards the door. Once I'm outside, I'll drop her."

Very slowly, back still to the wall, Deadeye started to move down the stairs, still holding Guin by her hair.​
 
Axtis does her best to vanish once more, preparing to strike from surprise as the chaos of the moment takes the attention away from her.
 
With a stern set jaw, and angry eyes, Dragon kept silent. His charge was in danger and there was nothing he could do at this moment. But he would be ready...

The tabaxi would back away from the stairs, moving to the center of the room. To give the captain a clear path to the door, and to give Fallen Dragon the position to see out it clearly. A straight line. Just had to wait for his chance.
 

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    N i m a
    Water Genasi - Level 1 Cleric - AC 19 - HP 12/12 - Walk 30 ft - Swim 30 ft
    STR 13 (+1) DEX 8 (-1) CON 18 (+4) INT 15 (+2) WIS* 19 (+4) CHA *11 (+0)


    Nima walked down the stairs, not seeming in too much of a hurry. Things got very confusing very quickly with all kinds of magic thrown about, but pretty much everyone was down now. As she went down the stairs though, she saw Guin being held hostage by the Captain himself. Oh, how she had to try to hold back a smile. She walked down, her chainmail clattering as she held the mace that had set the Captain's hat on fire just a few seconds ago.

    Unwavering in her step, Nima walked to the Captain. She didn't stop, but didn't run either, just keeping a strong eye contact. Tarina had said these men needed to die, and she wasn't going to let him get away with whatever tricks he still had up his sleeve to escape. "You are currently threatening Lady Guinevere Vannath. A noble woman of great power and influence within this city." She said dryly, still approaching casually. "So basically, there's about two people here that would care if she died, but you're not walking out of here alive. Face your death with some courage, pirate."

    Her left hand was in the pouch on her hip, clutching her holy symbol. If the man made an attempt to flee, she'd cast a Guiding Bolt and give chase. If she did manage to get close enough to touch him, she would attempt to grapple him. She studied his face closely, and it was obvious that he knew there was no way he could kill this woman and live longer than minute. "You know you won't get away..." She then quickly extended her hand and a beam of light flashed toward the captain as she cast a Guiding Bolt at him.

    The bolt arced off slightly though, and missed the captain by just a bit. She cursed in Primordial, then continued in Common to yell "Someone grab him!", not about to give chase wearing her full chain armor. Instead, she very reluctantly kneeled down beside Guin, focused for about six seconds and would use her next action to cast a quick Spare the Dying ( Pumpkin Spice Cyanide Pumpkin Spice Cyanide ) on her to at least get her stable again, knowing that the assault on her from her lackeys would be endless if she did nothing.

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    Actions Guiding Bolt on Captain, miss
    Next action: Spare the Dying on Guin

 
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The sleeping pirate remained unconscious on the floor, while the other fled for his life.

Captain Deadeye continued to shuffle towards the door, tossing his flaming hat from his head with a flick of his neck. It was nice to not be on fire anymore. For the most part, everyone got out of his way, stepping clear as the man kept his back to the wall. That is, until the rattle of chainmail brought his focus to Nima. The blade of his cutlass dug in deeper. "Back. Off." The still barely lucid Guin could feel the stinging pain of the sword's bite. Back off, Nima did not, though; as she neared, his eyes cut to Inula and then back to the Genasi. "I said back off! I'll do it!"

Nima could see it in his eyes. He was lying, and he was terrified.

"Godsdamn you!" As she got all that much closer, Deadeye launched the unconscious Guin towards Nima. Turning, he disengaged and ran, but only got as far as the door in that brief lapse of time. Frantically, the man looked behind him as he got ready to run out the door. Back with Nima and Guin, in a surprisingly humane act of casting Spare the Dying on Guin. A soft warmth passed over Guin's wounds, which stopped bleeding, even if they didn't seal up.

Tarina lunged down the stairs, throwing a dagger at Deadeye, who managed to knock the weapon aside with a swift swipe of his sword.​
 
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AC: 18
HP: 12/12

Life was fun. Always had been. That was the way Ja'Ruul looked at it. It was in his opinion that you had to find the fun in life or it would get boring. That was why, when he was tasked to be reinforcement be Zodge, he was more than happy to accept the task. It was a decent bit of fun for him to have at the moment.

The Aasimar walked through, trying to find something fun. His long silver locks of hair simply flowed down his body. Looking towards a doorway, he spotted a man. Captain Deadeye if he remembered correctly. He was shown his picture and told that was an enemy. How fortunate? A rather easy fix. From his pack he pulled a shield made of dark metals, seeming almost like patchwork, but made a clearly defined screaming face in the front. With the sword in the shield, a portion of the blade could be seen inside the faces mouth.

Ja'Ruul drew the blade. A long sword that came to a more dramatic point. Old Elven runes lined the blade on either side of the hollow grind in the blade. The handle wrapped in old black leather and the guard made of black material and embedded with red gems. A truly terrifying sword.

He said nothing as he walked up, his sword raised and his shield facing front. Once close enough, he brought his sword down upon the Captain with all he could put into it.

His sword slashing through the back of the flustered and distracted captain, starting Ja'Ruul on his mission for this mans death.
 
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Name: Larassa LaFraeNicknames: Lara, Shadow
Class: RogueLevel: 1
Equipment: Shortbow & Arrows (18/20), Shortsword, 2x Daggers, Leather Armor (AC 16)

Larassa felt frozen in place, as suddenly one of the team members was unconscious and the captain had her in what could easily become a death grip. His cutlass was against the woman’s throat and the tavern suddenly seemed far too quiet after the chaos of patrons fleeing in the wake of her team downing the pirates with ease.

Larassa tensed when Inula began speaking to the captain and her efforts seemed to be at least somewhat rewarding since the captain did not off Guinevere just yet.
When the captain’s head swiveled away from her, Larassa took a deep breath and then ducked low as she put away her arrow and then slung her bow in one smooth movement. Getting onto all fours, Larassa began weaving around the disorganized furniture and carefully avoiding any of the scattered dishes. She did her best, but ended up stepping on a few of the scattered dishes, the cracking sound of the ceramic possibly giving away her movements. It was difficult to be stealthy all the time, and even the best were prone to mistakes.
Glancing past the staircase the captain was slowly descending, Larassa eyed her destination: the tavern's front door. The remaining pirate was just now fleeing through it.

Using her feline agility and dashing towards the tavern entrance, Larassa stood up on her hind legs and danced to the side just in time to avoid bumping into some intense man who now calmly walked towards the tavern front door. Considering his lack of pirate garb, Larassa decided he was not of concern to her for now.
She then ran to the street and focused on her quarry: the fleeing pirate. Being in a public space now, Larassa knew she had to be careful of how she took down the man and subdued him.

Stealth Roll: 11
Feline Agility: Double movement speed to 60
Dash: Double movement speed to 120

Interactions: N/A
Mentions: BarrenThin2 BarrenThin2 (Captain Deadeye & fleeing pirate), Idea Idea (Inula), Ellya Ellya (Nima), EccentricFantasy EccentricFantasy
 
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As soon as Guin was slung away, Fallen Dragon darted forward. Running across the room he stepped onto one of the tables in his path. From it he did a great leap, as if his leopard nature bid him to pounce at his prey.

With staff held out, he planned to crash into the Captain and pin him down with the quarterstaff at his neck.
 
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Name: Larassa LaFraeNicknames: Lara, Shadow
Class: RogueLevel: 1
Equipment: Shortbow & Arrows (18/20), Shortsword, 2x Daggers, Leather Armor (AC 16)

Glancing this way and that, Larassa attempted to perceive where the pirate had fled.
Smirking when she saw him sprinting down the street, Larassa dropped back to all fours and sprinted after him, expertly weaving past any confused citizens.
It did not take her long to catch up to the pirate and Larassa grinned before she leapt up at his back, paws out. She landed on his back and dug her claws into his shoulder blades and lower back. She hoped that this surprise attack would knock the man prone and her grin widened when the man stumbled forward.

Perception Roll: 15
Nonlethal Claw Attack Damage: 3
Knocked Pirate Prone

Interactions: BarrenThin2 BarrenThin2 (Fleeing Pirate)
Mentions: N/A
Nearby: N/A
 
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    N i m a
    Water Genasi - Level 1 Cleric - AC 19 - HP 12/12 - Walk 30 ft - Swim 30 ft
    STR 13 (+1) DEX 8 (-1) CON 18 (+4) INT 15 (+2) WIS* 19 (+4) CHA *11 (+0)


    As the rest started to give chase and Nima saw the Patriar's bodyguard leave as well, she looked down at Guinevere. The mere sight of the woman still inspired a rage in her. This woman had insulted her and a person that was pretty much a representative of her employer. She remembered the mudblood comment, and her digging into Nima's social status, and the Genasi was grinding her teeth. Part of her wanted to just spit on her body, kick her in the face and be done with her for the rest of her life.

    And so she spit on Guinevere's body, kicked her on the side (just gently enough not to get her near death again though) and then walked away mumbling a vicious-sounding word in Primordial. She looked at the door and sighed, seeing Tarina running after the pirate captain. A stranger also attacked the Captain, and some others joined in on the chase. He wouldn't live long anyway, she figured, and she trusted the woman to keep up her end of the bargain, so she found the nearest chair and was about to sit down before she noticed something.

    Nima moved up and picked up Captain Dead Man's slightly burned pirate hat, looking at it with just a hint of a chuckle in the form of an exhale through her nose.

 
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