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       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Duncan Seastove Date: November 14, 2014, 12:40 pm
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       There's a large group of sailors, by the look of them, seated at
       the table nearest yours.
       "...come in with not more'n a fifth of what she set sail from
       Sapra with," a sinewy, olive skinned man with a massive kraken
       tattooed on his bare back says with a grim look.
       "Aye, I be one of her oarsmen," grumbles a broad-shouldered man
       with a thick jaw and a thin head of hair. "Those guild bastards
       took every scrap of Nathlanese silk we had, along with some poor
       Turmish noble for ransom. Worse is cap'n is cuttin our wages on
       account of us not rowin hard enough to escape them pirates,"
       "I hear big man in charge been tellin 'em not to hit ships outta
       Cormyr after that prince disappeared," chimes in a portly half
       elf with a large mustache and dark braided hair.
       "Sure enough, you seen that Cormyrn cog out there? She's so full
       up I could hear her keel scrapin against the bottom when she was
       pullin in to the dock," says the tattooed man.
       #Post#: 552--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Rognvaldr Date: November 14, 2014, 1:34 pm
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       Blaster stands up and yells, "THIS ONE'S FOR ROGNY!!!!!!!" and
       gulps down his pint of beer.
       #Post#: 553--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Duncan Seastove Date: November 14, 2014, 3:35 pm
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       There is some excited cheering, particularly among the fishermen
       and whores, but most people ignore you. It strikes you that most
       of these people aren't citizens of Grand Halen, but rather
       sailors and mercenaries simply passing through.
       "Fuck the king!" Shouts a big bear of a man seated in the back
       of the room.
       #Post#: 554--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Rognvaldr Date: November 14, 2014, 4:22 pm
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       "WHAT DA BLAUDY FAUK YOU JUST SAY YA DIRTY GRANNY-WANKIN
       FAGGOT?!?!?!?!?!??!!" Blaster yells in a deep growl, he gives a
       death-glare towards the man.
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       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Duncan Seastove Date: November 14, 2014, 5:16 pm
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       "I said FUCK THE BLOODY KING!" The man shouts back. The whole
       room is silent now, as the man gets to his feet. He's at least
       as tall as you, maybe taller, and through his chain and leather
       you can see that he's thick with muscle. "Me and my lil brother
       came here looking for adventure. My brother weren't as big as
       me, but he were good with the ladies. So he fucks some
       fishmongers wife, pretty young thing, and she was willin too!
       And what does the fucking king do? Throws him in the fucking
       thunderdome with that big oaf of a fishmonger and gets him
       killed! So FUCK HIM! Damn shame that crash didn't do for him,
       but Gods be good he might just die yet!" He drains his mug of
       beer and throws it to the floor.
       #Post#: 557--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Rognvaldr Date: November 14, 2014, 6:23 pm
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       "YOU DON' FAUKIN LIKE DA THUNDERDOME EH!?! JUSTICE AINT IN YOU
       VOCABLARRY!!?!?! WELL THEN LET'S ADMINISTER SOM JUSTICE ANOTHER
       WAY!!!! FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
       FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Blaster scream as he
       grabs his flagon of mead and chucks it at the man.\
       *Improvised thrown weapon 1d4 damage. Strength vs. AC
       1d20 roll= 18 +4(STR)=22 vs. AC
       if hit 1d4(3)+STR(4)=7 nonlethal damage*
       #Post#: 559--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Duncan Seastove Date: November 15, 2014, 11:30 am
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       The flagon hits the man straight in the forehead, but that only
       seems to make him angry. He screams as he grabs his chair and
       charges at you, knocking over several other patrons in the
       process.
       He swings the chair up at you so hard and so fast that you only
       know he even attacked you by the solid crack of the chair as it
       smashes into the side of your skull.
       *You take 15 non-lethal bludgeoning damage and have disadvantage
       on all attack rolls against this man*
       #Post#: 560--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: ducki Date: November 16, 2014, 3:07 pm
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       Lyrina scoots her chair away from the fight and continues
       drinking
       #Post#: 561--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Scarfunkel Date: November 16, 2014, 3:55 pm
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       I see this Half elf women scoot closer to me.
       I slick back my hair, down my drink, and say to her "How you
       doin? Names Gasputin, but you can call me Gas because gas what?
       I'm here to keep you gassin.   Do you wanna play a game?" I open
       up my coat to reveal   a multipocketed vest. "If you can gas
       what in my pockets you can keep it, if not well uh let's just
       wait and see about that. Please note that uh somethings are
       uh... up for negotiations."
       #Post#: 562--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Land In Peril
       By: Rognvaldr Date: November 16, 2014, 4:33 pm
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       Blaster grabs the leg of the broken chair and lunges at the
       brawler, "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
       Improvised non-lethal club (proficient)
       Strength(4) vs AC
       Roll(2d20)+0:
       12,10,+0
       Total:22
       10+4+2=16 vs. AC
       1d8+4 damage
       1d8=1(reroll 1's and 2's) reroll=7+4= 11 bludgeoning damage
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