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Chaosforge 4e PBF - IC
Xander Morhaime:
Quill leaned on her flail like it was a staff, looking up at the vocal merchant with a cold, toothy grin.
"Quill thinks shouty man made Quill's friend angry. Quill thinks shouty man should apologize. Quickly."
Malek Deneith:
Isirius suddenly realizes he knows this particular area of the city. Deciding to take a gamble he darts into a slightly different alley than his quarry... then into another one... and through someones backyard... and finally over a small wall being the last part of the shortcut and bringing him back on trail of the half elf - only this time much, much closer than before. Capturing the running man now looks much more probable, assuming the kalashtar can keep up the pace.
2 success, 1 fail
--- Quote ---Aaaand now for an Endurance check. Don't worry this is going somewhere >_>
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Meanwhile at the gathering the winds generated by Gosok knock Armos from his feet. Mouthy landowner tries to keep up an illusion of composure, but the attempt is ruined by the way he tries to crawl back, away from Gosok. Several people decide to leg it, not willing to stay and risk wrath of... whatever that floating adventurer is. Even those remaining seem unsettled by sudden gust of wind and Gosok's booming voice. Only Markelhay keeps up a modicum of calm and tries to speak up:
- Mister Gosok?.. Aliir?.. or whatever you want to call yourself. Calm down, please. Armos might be an unrepentant asshole but he's not worth... this. Please, clam down, let me handle this...
LuckyDee:
Realizing it's going to be all or nothing on this one, Isirius lets his feet do their own thinking and peers past his target, focusing on the next corner he's going to come across. When they're almost there, he goes all-out and launches a sneak attack: when it became clear his telepathic reasoning wasn't going anywhere, he ceased in order to concentrate his energies on the chase. Now, at the last second, he flings the image of tall, burly man - someone he saw in the crowd earlier - stepping around the corner just as the half elf approaches it, hoping to cause him to think that they're going to collide just long enough for him to fall flat on his face.
--- Quote ---Endurance: 1d20+3=9
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Malek Deneith:
Isirius finds himself panting and wheezing as he runs - that last fight must've took more out of him than he expected. The distance starts to grow again but the telepathic distraction staggers the half-elf enough to give a chance of catching up.
--- Quote ---And yet one more Athletics check please, at a +2 bonus thanks to the telepathic thing.
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LuckyDee:
--- Quote ---Athletics failure:1d20+4=5
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