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The Master and the Minion - IC Thread
S.K. Ren:
"Is that so? How about you stop chucking that kitchenware at my head and I let you leave with you body in one piece?" Ma'kirr offered, slowly making her way though the tables. The man was easy to read, as soon as he threw a pot or pan, all Ma'kirr had to do was duck behind the nearest chair or table.
"You're going to be out of things to throw soon and so will be my patience."
Xander Morhaime:
The innkeeper's response was to throw one of the more dangerous things he had lying around - a meat cleaver.
Perhaps it came as a bit of a shock to Ma'kirr when the table she used for cover made a loud crack, and moments later she found herself with a meat cleaver stuck in her shoulder... the guy could throw hard, that much couldn't be denied.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)Ma'kirr takes 8 damage from the thrown cleaver. (25 HP remaining)
Meanwhile, the man that had tried to ambush Aden was considering his words... it didn't take him long, as he dropped his club and ran out of the house, heading promptly away from the town square. As far as could be seen, though, that was the only villager driven out into the open - Saliak's speech hadn't made quite so much of an impression. Granted, people ducked away from windows as the dragonborn approached, but none of them were yet particularly convinced to abandon everything they had.
S.K. Ren:
"I see you would rather die... your choice!" She yelled, dislodging her shoulder from the protruding meat cleaver. With a couple feints she closed the remaining distance quickly and attempted to smash the man's knees with her greatspear.
Madtrixr:
Aden looks out as the man runs. He shouts out behind him: "YOU CHOSE WISELY! FAREWELL GOOD SIR!"
Aden looks back in. "Well, time to pillage. There probably isn't much here, but let's take a look."
Aden starts thoroughly searching all over the house, looking wherever he could.'
Spoiler (click to show/hide)Should I make a perception check? or can I take 20?
Xander Morhaime:
The barkeep apparently wasn't as good at dodging blows as he was at throwing stuff - he was brought low by the blow and quickly finished off... leaving Ma'kirr with a whole tavern to herself, cellars and all.
Aden, for all his efforts, didn't find much that could be called valuable in the cottage. Perhaps he'd simply picked a less wealthy target to start with. His spoils amounted to a somewhat tarnished plain silver ring, a necklace made of several silver hoops on a length of cord, and a pouch of coins hidden under the bed. All told, perhaps the equivalent of some 70 gold pieces or 700 silver pieces. There was also a sheathed sword hung up on the wall by the bed - odd that the old man hadn't used *that* to whack Aden over the head.
Ryltar, on the other hand, acquired quite a haul. A large decorative chain of office from the village elder (probably more for show than for actual status), a pair of showy (and judging by their looks, completely worthless in a fight) shortswords, another symbol of office from the captain of the guard, a well-hidden small chest of silver and gold coins, a rather crude silver statue of some deity (hard to tell due to the quality) nicked from the in-house shrine, a better-hidden little box of silver ingots, a copper ring with some sort of green gem set in it that the elder had been wearing... all told, some 420 pieces of gold in value (or 4200 silver, if someone preferred bigger numbers.)
"All well and good, but you should be wrapping the show up over there. There's more work elsewhere that needs to be done," the Overlord's voice sounded directly in your head, around the point where at least some of you were finishing up packing up their plunder.
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