In which the adventure begins...

Chris: You slap your hand against the fire alarm. For a long, terrible moment, nothing happens. You feel fear and dread seize your chest and your heart slams against your ribs. Then, the loud wail of the alarm cuts through the air and relief washes over you. It takes a few seconds for the crowd to react to the noise, but slowly they start to react. Those closest to the stage are still focused on Lacy, but they start to look around, confused. The bouncers and bartenders react first, snaking the stupor out of their heads. They start bellowing at guests, and bodily throwing a few out of the doors. They wade through the crowd, shoving people toward the exits. The waitresses and girls on the floor all run towards the employee doors and pile up as they all try to get through at the same time. On stage, Lacy is standing absolutely still. You see a wave of panic sweep over her. She is frozen in place, her eyes wide. The group of men at table 13 all react violently, as if something has just been yanked out of their chests. They double over and seem to be in pain.

Momma D
Momma D runs to Lacy. She looks for the man that was coming up behind Lacy before Christopher pulled the fire alarm.

Reference: Perception
You rolled 1d20+7: 13 | [ 6 ] 6+7


“Come on sweetie, we’ve got to get you outta here. You did good doll, real good. But something bad is about to go down and you don’t want to be here for it.” Momma puts her hands on Lacy’s shoulders and begins a combination of pushing and urging her to the front door.

Momma sees Billy, a bouncer at the Hussy, walk by and Momma shouts to get his attention. “Billy!! Come here! Take our Miss Lacy outside immediately and do not under any circumstances let her back in this building. Do what you must but keep her outside!!”

Reference: Intimidate: KEEP LACY THE FUCK OUT OF THIS BUILDING!
You rolled 1d20+6: 16 | [ 10 ] 10+6

Christopher Shaw
After pulling the alarm and seeing the men double over in pain it is clear to me that something is pretty fucked up with these guys. I rush to catch up with Momma.

"Momma, I think we should get the hell out of here......Something is definitely fucked up with these guys at Table 13."

In the chaos I again take my shotgun out and reload the shell I just expelled....I feel like I may need this again.

Momma: you see the man behind Lacy clutch his chest and drop down to one knee. He's still holding the sliver thing in his hands. You can't think that it's anything other than a knife. Billy rushes to your side and grab's Lacy's arm. He pulls off his jacket and tosses it over her shoulders as he escorts her out of the building per your instructions.

Chris: you are on stage next to Momma. The crowds of people are swarming the doors, fighting to be first to get out of the Hussy. The music has died down, and the club is filled with the sounds of panic and fear. You hear the shouts of your boys trying to get people to slow down and move calmly, but they are lost in the chaos. The club lights are still pulsing and flashing, casting the crowd in oddly exciting colors that clash with the current mood. The men at table 13 are still reacting in pain.

Both of you realize that after a few more minutes, no-one will be in the club but you and the men from table 13.

Momma, you have a slowly building feeling that something incredibly bad is about to happen.

Momma D
Momma doesn't want to be alone with the men from Table 13 but she doesn't want to leave. Momma D takes her loaded revolver from its holster. She points it in front of her and slowly takes a few steps backward toward the exit. Momma D keeps her eyes on the men from Table 13 and the man on stage.

Momma says to Christopher, "Well, Shaw, you got a plan? Shit is about to get real bad in here; I feel it in my bones."

Christopher Shaw
Taking a cue from Momma, I take my Shotgun and hold it at the ready following her to the back exit while still trying to keep an eye on the Table 13 boys.


"Other than setting off the fire alarm, I would have to say that getting the fuck out of here was sort of my plan B, and something tells me we don't want to be in this building alone with these guys."




If readying an action while slowly retreating is a thing, I would like to do that with my Shotgun.

Both of you can move slowly and carefully towards the exit, paying close attention to your surroundings.

The club is about half empty by this point. There's still a large crowd of people fighting to get out the main doors. The fire alarm is still blaring into the relative silence of the club. You can very faintly hear sirens off in the distance.

A few of the men at table 13 have stood up and are recovering and starting to look around. Their eyes lock on the empty stage and a look of horror, shock, and fear. Then they look towards the two of you and anger slowly creeps over their faces. A few of them start to walk towards the stage. The man on the stage is slowly getting to his feet. He raises his hand towards you and brandishes a wicked knife. The blade is probably a foot long and has some nasty serrations along the edges. As the stage lights catch and glimmer off the blade, you can see dark etchings in strange patterns. The man shakes his head and starts to mumble. You can't really make out what he's saying. He takes a step towards you and you can see that his limbs are shaking. With every step, the shaking becomes more and more evident. His face is red and flushed. Sweat is pouring down his skin. He's slashing the knife back and forth at you, but he's still about 5 feet away. He's moving towards you with shuffling, trembling steps. Then, you realize he's been talking this entire time, but you couldn't hear him before under the panic and noise of the club and the wail of the fire alarm. Now, you can hear him repeating the same phrase over and over, his voice rising to a shriek, chilling you to the bone. He's screaming as he approaches you, "THE CHOSEN SHALL BIND THE KEY! THE CHOSEN SHALL BIND THE KEY! THE CHOSEN SHALL BIND THE KEY!"

He lunges towards you, his knife flashing in the club lights.

Chris: you may use your readied action if you wish.

Depending on the result of Chris's decision and action, you may both make Reflex saves to dodge out of the way.

Christopher Shaw
Omg I totes fire my shotgun.

Reference: SHOTGUN BLAST GO!!
You rolled 1d20+3: 5 | [ 2 ] 2+3


Ok then... Uuuumm. If I can still do it.... Here's a reflex save!!

Reference: Don't knife me, Bro!
You rolled 1d20+4: 24 | [ 20 ] 20+4


For love of.....would have liked that for the shot.

Momma D
Christopher's shotgun blast fails to stop the man holding the knife. Momma sees him advances and...

Reference: Reflex: Not how I want to be stuck!!
You rolled 1d20+1: 13 | [ 12 ] 12+1

Chris: faced with the shocking scene of the crazed man closing in on you and screaming, your finger lands on the trigger of your shotgun and you fire before you can even think about aiming. Luckily, your shot hits the stage at the man's feet and rips a hole in the wood, blasting splinters and dust up into the air at him. He stumbles back in shock and pain, coughing hard and tearing up. Thinking quickly, you take a few long steps and position yourself by the employees only door. You are now out of danger of the man's knife, and you are in a position to prevent the other men from table 13 to cut off your exit.

Momma: for a moment, it seems that the knife-wielding lunatic is going to come right at you. you twist out of the way and fear floods your mind. Then, Chris' shotgun roars and the man backs away. You spin and move towards the door. Chris is already there and has his shotgun shouldered, ready for action.

When Chris fired, the remain crowd started screaming and hustling out of the building. Now, the club is empty except for you and the men from table 13. The air, and your ears, are still ringing from the blast of the gun. The air smells of gun powder, sweat, and fear. The man on stage shakes his head and starts to move towards you. The men that initially started towards the stage are closer now, maybe 30 feet away. And the rest of the men from table 13 have stood up and are starting down towards the stage.

Roll Perception.

Christopher Shaw
Reference: I Percept

You rolled 1d20+6: 8 | [ 2 ] 2+6





....oh look....a spider web on the ceiling...it's so pretty...

Momma D
Momma D can't believe the scene that is unfolding. Sometimes nightmares don't stay in your dreams and this is one of those times.
Momma takes a deep breath, inhaling the the scents and energy of the room. Focusing her attention to her surroundings, Momma D looks around...

Reference: Perception!
You rolled 1d20+7: 16 | [ 9 ] 9+7

Chris: Your focus is split between the crazed man on stage and the men from table 13 slowly approaching you. Momma is behind you, closer to the employees only door. Your eyes dart back and forth, taking in the empty club and the bar. There are still 6 men back at table 13, still struggling to their feet. Another 4 are winding through the overturned tables and chairs and are still about 50 feet away. The crazed man on stage is maybe 3 long running steps away.

Momma: You exhale slowly and look past what is happening in the physical world. You see a shadowy vision of you and Chris standing in the club, the men from table 13 surrounding you, each one holding a knife or a pistol. There is a flash, and you are dead on the ground. The vision blurs and you see youself and Chris fighting your way out of the Hussy, guns blazing, the strange men falling dead at your feet. You exit the club and see Lacy standing there in a long flowing gown. She is surrounded by tall lean figures, cloaked in shadow. Behind you, you feel heat rising and hear the crackling of flames. The vision blurs again, and and you see you and Chris running through the Hussy's back stage and climbing up to to the lighting rigs. The men from table 13 are below you, searching, but they seem confused. You see Chris moving towards a ladder that leads to a roof hatch. The the shadows swirl again, and you are faced with the man from earlier...the one that knows your name. He grins at you. "Hurry up kiddo. Everything's going sideways fast." He snaps his fingers. You're back in the Hussy. About 3 seconds have passed. There is a bright flash. One of the club lights suddenly burns out and bursts into yellow, green, and red sparks. All the men approaching you flinch, cover their eyes, and take a few steps back.

Christopher Shaw
I gird my loins, shoulder my shotgun and squeeze the trigger with the determination of a Bull in some sort of "shop". My vision narrows as the anxiety builds in my Heroine addicted heart. Feelings of fear and exhilaration swell beneath the awkward self doubt that exudes from my general first glance appearance. The time is now.........boom goes the die-no-mite.


Reference: DIE-NO-MIIIITTTEE!!
You rolled 1d20+3: 13 | [ 10 ] 10+3





...dang.

Momma D
Momma sees that Christopher's shot gun blast only add to the distraction and confusion of scene at hand. If there is a time to escape this inferno of death magic, now is it. Although, climbing up a ladder does seems kind of ominous... no forget that, Momma!

"Shaw, good job distracting those assholes! Do you think we can escape through the roof hatch? Or is that just going to trap us on the roof? If you wanna walk out of here, guns blazing, I've got your back."

With that, Momma takes out her revolverl and readies it.

Chris: your shotgun roars and the men approaching you all scatter. The crazed man on the stage falls to his knees and drops his knife. He scrambles to find it. You've given you and Momma a few previous moments to decide what you're going to do.

Momma: when you say the words "escape through the roof hatch", something inside you jumps. You have a strong feeling that you're heading in the right direction.

If you guys decide to move towards the roof, you both know a few ways to get there. There is a roof access hatch on the upper level of the Hussy, down the hall from your offices. But you'd have to get up the stairs and down the hall, and then through a regular door (without a lock) that is labeled "roof access". There's a chance you'd be followed unless you create a distraction or otherwise stop the mens' movement. However, this method of getting to the roof is completely safe. You also know that if you were to scramble up the lighting rigs, there is another, older hatch that will lead to the roof as well. You could get to the lighting catwalks from backstage, so it would be quicker. And the two ladders that lead up to the catwalks are easy enough to knock down after you get up there. But if the men saw you up there, you might be easy targets for a pistol.

Momma D
"Let's do this Shaw. Up we go, and I don't mean through the door."

Momma D begins looking around for something she could use to distract the men if need be. As Momma is scanning the room, she is making her way to the lighting rig, revolver at the ready.

Reference: Perception
You rolled 1d20+7: 14 | [ 7 ] 7+7

Momma D is keeping a look out for a bottle of booze she can grab.

Momma: you see the fire extinguishers hanging all around the Hussy. There's also all the halogen lights everywhere. You're fairly sure that shooting any of those would explode with a nice distraction.

The bar is fully stocked, but it's off to your left and you need to move to the right to get to the lighting rigs. Some of the men from table 13 are close to the bar as well. There are a few bottles on random tables around you, though.

Christopher Shaw
I remember the the two ladders to the Catwalks and decide that would be the quickest way to the roof.

"The ladders up to the Catwalk, Momma!" I take another look around before turning to head to the ladders.

"Some sort of a distraction would help here" I think to myself.

Reference: Perception: Distraction?

You rolled 1d20+6: 25 | [ 19 ] 19+6

Chris: you see a few things that a well-placed shot might explode, such as fire extinguishers and halogen lights. Anything on or around the bar would shatter nicely. And there are the mirrors that line certain parts of the walls. Also, right next to the nearest ladder that heads up to the catwalks, is the emergency control panel for the sprinkler system. You know for a fact that this was recently tested, is fully functional, and has quite a bit of water pressure ready to go.