Gameplay Thread

Davrick seeing his opening like any good rogue would do starts to make his way thru the crowd that is distracted picking what he can from unsuspecting viewers. His small height allows him to pass between people with out breaking their line of sight with the fight that has started. He looks down at his daggers concealed inside his sleeves thinking about joining but has another thought

I should help them but i cant pass up such a good opportunity to make some coin from the distraction that has presented itself.

He weaves thru the crowd using the commotion to make contact and make it feel like someone is just trying to get a better view of what is going on. He goes from one patron to the next lifting what he can before ending is run sticky fingers at the front of the crowd watching to see if the loud mouths can back up all their talk with their fighting skills or if they are going to get him killed on this mission. He keeps his trusty daggers concealed but ready to drop into the palms of his hands at a moments notice if it should come to that while he watches the fight.

Rolls__________
Stealth
1d20+5 ( 19 ) + 5 = 24

Sleight of hand
1d20+7 ( 17 ) + 7 = 24

Petrev's riposte scores a deep wound across his attacker's belly. Suddenly losing all appetite for the fight, the thug stumbles away, clutching his stomach. Finding himself alone, outnumbered and over-matched, the remaining thug decides discretion is the better part of valour and books it towards the front door.

Meanwhile, Errol the dwarf hauls an ashen-faced, sobbing barkeep into Cyrus' office.

Momo's hammer clips his former assailant on the back of the head as he turns to flee. The thug collapses atop his floored companion, joining him in unconsciousness.

'Y-Yes, whatev-ever you w-want,' stammers the barmaid, who spills alcohol all over the bar as she hurriedly pours a round of drinks.

The bottles on the top shelf explode in a shower of glass and liquor. The barmaid shrieks and drops behind the bar. Although out of sight, her panicked sobs can be heard. Seeing the violence spread beyond the initial confrontation spurs the remaining patrons to leave – being sure to give the PCs a wide berth as they make their exit.

Hold up a second friends, i hate to break a promise and this will only take a minute
Quickly drops the front of my strides and pisses on both unconcious thugs.
Ahh, thats better, we can leave now.

The party retreat to their various lodgings. After an uneventful night, they meet at Taylor's haberdashery the next morning. As they enter, they are greeted by Taylor, a willowy, blue-eyed blonde with a musical voice. She is wearing a flowing blue gown, studded with tiny gemstones that shimmer as she moves, split at the thigh to display a splendid set of legs to full advantage. 'Hi! My name's Taylor, but people sometimes call me Swift, because I work so quickly, and these,' she indicates her assistants with the sweep of an arm, 'are my Swifties. They can perform miracles, I assure you. Here, your wildest sartorial dream can become reality! So what can I do for you today?'

'Lord Othorion's party! How wonderful,' Taylor says. 'You'll want the latest fashion in doublet and hose.' She leans in close and says in an exaggerated stage whisper, 'I hear the whole thing is an attempt to impress a new lady friend. Do come back and tell me all about it.' With a snap of her fingers a swarm of assistants descend upon the players, measuring and fitting a set of fine clothes for each of them.

Well my good Lady, i certainly eager to try your wares, they are famed both here and abroad. These travel soiled leathers are fine for a night in the taverns but only clothes of your calibre are good enough for this gathering of esteemed locals. I am sure you are able to create a dashing look for me

'Don't you worry sweetheart, we can make your outfit any way you like it,' she says to Davrick. 'Baggy it shall be! We'll start a new trend together.'

'Cyrus?' she says to Momo. 'Don't tell you're mixed up with that odious devil. Oh, and you all looked so nice. Still, he has his uses, I suppose. He once helped me with an old boyfriend. Can you believe he dared to hug another woman, right in front of me? He even tried to tell me she was his cousin, the filthy liar. Well, thanks to Cyrus he won't be giving any other girls that kind of trouble!' she punctuates the exclamation by stabbing a pin deep into a pincushion with startling violence.

Without missing a beat she turns to Petrev. 'Oh, you flatterer! Never fear, you'll turn every head in the place. So, how will you gentlemen be paying today?'

'Oh. In that case, I don't want to know about it. The clothes are free, but tell Cyrus this is his last favour!' She storms towards the back of the shop, whilst the army of assistants put the finishing touches on the party's new outfits.