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Post by irishmagician on Sept 14, 2011 22:34:10 GMT -4
As people start getting up from the table, crashing sounds can now be heard clearly coming from the kitchen. The tumult grows suddenly, as Flog bursts out from the kitchen bearing a platter laden with food. What is more startling is the large gout of flame that roars out of the doorway behind him. Fortunately for Flog, he turned sharply to the left after leaving the kitchen such that the flame shoots harmlessly, albeit impressively, out over the bar. At a quick glance, you can see older scorch marks along the flame's path on the floor; indicating that this has probably happened many times before.
"Women!" he sighs, exasperatedly; his backside mildly singed from the burst of flame. Flog turns to move around the bar, and is startled by the presence of everyone being much closer than he expected. The platter falls from his hands.
However, everyone is caught completely by surprise when the door to the inn slams open and a small figure hurtles in. It dives under the bar as the platter falls, which crashes down on its head.
"Everyone, duck!" a familiar voice comes from under the mound of mutton. A massive explosion somewhere outside rocks the inn, and all of the windows on this floor shatter inwards; showering everyone with glass shards.
(OOC: Everyone needs to make a reflex save. Cael, you get a +5 circumstance bonus to the save.)
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Post by Veritas on Sept 15, 2011 3:11:49 GMT -4
Only one voice could be calling out that warning. It's not a warning that hasn't been heard before. Twisting, Vince leaps towards the bar, to try to hide behind it just before the glass shatters properly.
[dice=20]+9 (evasion)[rand=3001447330258661846785906681649193233023546264578582279848430392]
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Post by joviality on Sept 15, 2011 10:41:58 GMT -4
Cael, slightly taken aback by the flurry of activity, allows his hunter's instincts to take over. Seeing the door as his most readily available cover, he whips behind it as the small familiar figure comes through the opening, plate of mutton falling upon his head.
Reflex: [dice=20]+ 6 + 5[rand=71170096215792365684479242190719513931334950035422840809915215]
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Post by Juniper on Sept 15, 2011 14:52:45 GMT -4
Miriam is startled by the sudden commotion from all sides, and while she sees Cael's graceful pivot to stand behind the door and Vince's dive for the bar, the best she manages is a sort of directed trip over Vince's body She slides gracelessly into his side, elbow first, and curls there for a moment, arms clasped over her head to protect her face.
Reflex: [dice=20]+3[rand=369014180783569072536776414885754056323454703885556380767410751348]
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Post by comicsans12pt on Sept 15, 2011 16:58:18 GMT -4
For the second time tonight, Ori pulls her hammer to be at the ready. She pushes her chair out behind her and dives under the table, making sure to keep her eyes aimed at the bar and the windows surrounding it.
These folks sure make a big deal out of a simple mutton dinner.
Reflex: [dice=20] +3[rand=5042944731825274532936982729105509866571732258155892522264095308]
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Post by irishmagician on Sept 17, 2011 0:40:29 GMT -4
Cael and Vincent manage to avoid the shower of glass shards, but Ori and Miriam are unable to escape without a few nicks and scratches.
(Ori and Miriam take: [dice=6] damage)
As the rest of the glass falls to the ground, a coruscating light can be seen through the openings where the windows existed previously; coming from the general direction of the Academy. Sounds of panic and people running can be heard from the streets outside of the inn. These sounds are quickly overpowered by vehement cursing from Flog, who begins to let loose rather creative expletives in several different languages.
"-stinking son of a pile of dragon excrement! This is going to take forever to clean this all up! And the windows! How expensive do you think that those are?!? Blasted mages with their thrice-cursed spells and-" Flog fumes as he rummages behind the bar. Meanwhile, a small figure rises from amidst the mutton pile on the floor, drips of sauce and pieces of meat falling away to reveal a male gnome. As the gnome attempts to brush himself off with a mildly bemused look on his face, you recognize him as Erfryn the Sage. He clambers out of the pile of meat towards you all, running an exasperated hand through his juice-matted hair and over a soot-streaked face. You can see what was previously fine professor's robes covered with various burns, holes, and tears; though whether these are a recent development or not is yet to be known. He finally gets the last of the juice out of his eyes, and looks at the people gathered.
"Friends! It is good again to see thee all again, it has been far too long since I had a chance to talk with thee! My arrival here is a bit earlier than I had let it be known to thee...but there was a small complication that came up with my research-" Erfryn begins to say, until Flog actually realizes who is speaking. His straightens up from rummaging behind the bar, revealing that he brought out a rather sharp-looking battleaxe in one hand and a broom in another.
"YOU!! All of this is YOUR fault! With your ridiculously inane food orders you blather on about every time you traipse into my inn, and don't get me started on all of the spells you fling everywhere! If you even THINK of attempting to put the cost of all these damages on your tab, then I would gladly knock some sense into that small little head of yours! I learned my lesson from last time you tried to pull that one..." Flog exclaims, slamming the battleaxe flat on the bar, looking like he would like nothing better than to use it for something else. He begins to use the broom to sweep up glass shards around the bar, with each sweep punctuated by a different expletive.[rand=04987193508591714292343477422288173624763523969907849889541901022]
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Post by Veritas on Sept 17, 2011 9:17:45 GMT -4
Slowly, Vince pulls himself from behind the bar; just maybe, he is now holding a small cask of wine. Moving rapidly, his hand drops down to his hip, sheathing the pistol he had pulled earlier; now, in response, his hand easily pulls a dagger, knocking the seal from the cask. Taking a drink, he slides the dagger away just as swiftly, before stepping over towards Flog.
"Easy there, big fellow," he starts, looking at the clearly upset bartender. "What's a few windows compared to the amount of people who come in here in the run of a day? Just call it an open air sale and give ten percent off to Academy students. I'm sure you'll double your profits for at least a week."
Diplo: [dice=20]+12[rand=93840625090100669650581631688330194300862350952349044412971346205]
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Post by Juniper on Sept 17, 2011 20:44:34 GMT -4
Miriam snorts as she herself gets up, holding her side and with her eyes crossed trying to see a cut on her cheek that's dribbling blood. Not enough to bother the Lady for, she decides, and moves forward to gingerly give Erfryn a quick hug. "Uncle, what have you gotten into? The Lady's grace isn't enough to clean up this mess."
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Post by joviality on Sept 17, 2011 22:23:56 GMT -4
Cael emerges from behind the door to see the rather odd scene before him. Despite the ample destruction before him, he is once again distracted by the light outside. A few mendings and perhaps a casting of make whole would set this place right. Nothing to fret about when there are strange and beautiful magical energies pulsating outside. He stares out the door at the chaos of the town, trying to make sense of what is going on out there.
"Erfryn... What is that? What's happening out there?"
Knowledge: Arcana or Spellcraft (whichever is more appropriate): [dice=20]+14[rand=413489576196298215667132521048293966254522092646427028370089829]
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Post by comicsans12pt on Sept 18, 2011 18:34:08 GMT -4
Ori climbs out from under the table. She sees the weird light out of the now glassless windows.
She walks over to Efyryn and helps him up trying to save as much of the food as possible.
"You could have saved us the trouble of the floor show." She laughs. "Really, though, the outside is looking mighty strange and i think that might need tending more than this. D'ya know what makes such strange light?"
While she waits for a response from Efyryn, she looks over at Flog with true sympathy.
"Flog, my new friend, i've spent the last twenty years cleaning up messes worse that this one. Bring me a broom and i can get most of this in no time. Pay me in that porter you've got. I might even give you a tip or two to tame that little lady in back."
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Post by irishmagician on Sept 18, 2011 23:46:35 GMT -4
The innkeeper looks slightly more mollified, or at the very least has stopped cursing while he is sweeping. He does chuckle a little after Ori's comment, an amusing look coming over his face.
"Heh, that's someth' I'd pay to hear. Even I can't tame that'n, that's for sure," Flog says ruefully; now pointedly ignoring the gnome, if at the very least to push him from his mind. Said gnome returns Miriam's embrace gratefully, the stress of the situation apparent on his face.
"There is much to tell you all, but very little time to do it in I'm afraid. Needless to say I was doing a few finishing touches on my research, prior to showing it to you all. I would most happily delve into the details, as they are rather quite fascinating and the intricacies of it rather do test the limits of one's understandings of-" Erfryn starts to say, then catches himself as he begins to ramble off on the tangent. Obviously, this has happened before. Frequently.
"Anyways, the foremost thing is to ensure that the townsfolk calmed in regards to this matter. Though I find myself uncertain as to the complications my experiment has caused, I can only hope that it is limited to the Wizard's Tower in the least. Come, let me show you the way and I can fill you in as we proceed." He explains, as he walks to the door of the inn. When he reaches the door, Erfryn pauses for a moment after looking out of the door. You see him do a double-take as he looks to one side, and he backs slowly into the inn again.
"That is...quite unfortunate. May I suggest that you all prepare yourselves? It appears that several...complications are coming this way."
(Roll initiative)
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Post by Juniper on Sept 19, 2011 12:49:18 GMT -4
"Erfryn..." Miriam sighs and glances at Vince, wondering if he too is thinking of some of their adventures as children. "Some things just never change."
[dice=20]+1[rand=207898224191066460261186281311688864611926732166123343716872045777155]
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Post by Veritas on Sept 19, 2011 20:53:35 GMT -4
Vince twists around towards the door as well, hearing Erfyrn's call. Complications? Complications don't sound good. His hand sweeps towards his right hip again as he prepares for battle.
[dice=20]+5[rand=0606681636028638704278635413408827663190954952274813401357519809665]
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Post by comicsans12pt on Sept 19, 2011 23:11:49 GMT -4
Ori pulls her warhammer out and grins wide. Good time as any to have a little fun. She steps out from the table and makes her way over to the door standing to one side of it. She glances around to see where Efyryn and his other friends are.
"Think you could let us in on what we're supposed to be beatin' into the lower hells, Efyryn?"
Initiative[dice=20][rand=193062252023017087964409025513459905088467942840649328269692528115]
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Post by joviality on Sept 20, 2011 9:19:36 GMT -4
Cael takes another glance outside and steps backwards farther into the inn, bow drawn. Always best to place as much room between yourself and the enemy when wielding a bow. He feels Naria steel herself and stir to life as she feels the rush of combat about to begin.
Initiative: [dice=20]+6[rand=548030966194346584174352255649864295852768700576563749581109732]
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