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Agitation and discontent had been growing at a steady pace in Daenshore ever since the riots began, and therefore a small band set out from Regalia in order to try and quell some of the angered rioters. While the three Martinez's went to meet the lady Madileine herself at the Governor's palace, enjoying themselves with a succulent and lavish meal of honey-baked roast piglet and wine, the other members of the party delved into Astorio's streets to sate their appetite in a simple tavern. Alas, their throats remained dry, but instead it was their ears which were fed something juicy. The establishment was awash with noise and activity, but Roshia managed to keep her sharp-tipped ears alert. If there was one thing the woman loved with a passion, it was discovering rumors.
Amidst the clamor of the dingy tavern, Roshia picked out the murmurs and mutters of two sallow-faced Ailor nearby. Oromad followed her gaze and listened in. What could it be that they heard? Obscure mention of an arson plot in the Astorio district was spreading like a vile taint, apparently. Mere rumor of course, but with the instability of Daenshore at present time, rumour was enough to make you precautious. Returning to the Martinez's, the band of five made their plan of action. Together they would address the rioters and give their complete support to remove any threat of sabotage and fire-starting. What could possibly go wrong?
The famished denizens of Daenshore were in a buzz. Distant word and vague whispers tugged at hearts and ears alike at the rumor of a malicious plot against every man, woman, and child of the city. Despite what everyone was fighting for, there was a certain practicality in having food on one's plate. After all, it was easier to stomach oppression and misrule when you actually had something in your stomach. By midday, people gathered to the prized Astorio district, a district populated with barns and warehouses of precious, dwindling food stuffs. Despite the treasures the Astorio district held, it was just as impoverished and dilapidated as the rest of the city and its sprawling slums. There was something rather poetic about the nectars of life such as food and drink being housed in the dirtiest of places.
A rather sizable crowd had been established at the district's center. The rumor of sabotage to the little scraps of food the people had left were persistent among them for days, of course, but all accredited it to paranoia. Who would dare poke the snarling dog that they all thought they were?
And there they stood: the Martinez gaggle and their dependents. They ascended a makeshift stage -- it happened to be the apparent "soapbox" for many of the aggravators and rebel instigators. In any case, the group stood atop the stage, and Lorenzo Martinez stepped forward, addressing the crowd nobly and beautifully in the home tongue of Daenshore and Daendroc. There, Lorenzo spoke of the foul plot against the people, further explaining that it was unity that would bring what they desired, not fighting and violence against authority and order. The people eyed the man suspiciously -- the rumor of a plot against the food stores was well-known, but it was hard to believe that it could materialize. However, Lorenzo's appeal obviously fell on understanding ears, and a handful of people clapped and nodded along, shouting their agreeance. Perhaps they in fact could work together to address the grievances of the common man.
Rosha then stepped forward as well. She spoke of what she herself had heard from a few supposed ruffians and vandals in the district's local tavern. Her thoroughly emotional and otherwise patient and understanding appeal turned the rest of the crowd, her explanation of who really benefits this chaos proving to be the final push to action. The entire crowd cheered and rallied forth to the stage, quieting down after a moment as Lorenzo cleared his throat. However, before Lorenzo could speak, Santiago, who stood just beside him, gave a grand burp. He wiped at his mouth, shaking his head. He begged their pardon, explaining he had a grand meal in the Governor's Palace. Suddenly, the air soured and the crowd sneered, scoffed, and snarled. The people who would champion their cause were benefitting off the luxuries of those who'd keep them down?
First came the stones and rubble. As the party withdrew from the district square, rowdy members of the crowd began to barrage them with gravel and chunks of brick scraped from the street floor. Sharp words came from everywhere in the crowd, accusing Santiago of being a spineless hypocrite among other unsavory insults. One particularly sharp piece of rock came from the left field, and collided with the back of Santiago's head. He uttered an indignant curse and began to move faster for the exit out of the Astorio district, a battered gate heading closer to the city's heart. His comrades followed suit, shuffling and pushing past whomever attempted to block their retreat. One particularly beefy fellow stood up in front of Santiago and shoved him back forcefully. It worked to halt his tracks, but only long enough for him to angrily cast a flaming sphere of fire and slam it into the face of his harasser. Screams sounded.
Suddenly, clubs and pitchforks appeared from nowhere. Santiago faltered at the sight of steel over yonder, and fell away to the side and reveal an increasingly irritated Carlos. The cousin drew his falchion, having been safely kept aside throughout all this, and swayed it threateningly towards the rioters forming around the exit of the district. Though it did wonders to scare away the majority of them, it gave way for fear and instinct to flare in those who didn't flee. A gasp and sputter came from Roshia. The Martinezes turned around to see a pair of young men impaling the elf with their pitchforks, piercing her abdomen and leg. The two withdrew, leaving Roshia falling quickly to the floor in a heap of breathless groans. Just as they leered back to gloat in their contribution, a gout of flame erupted between them and flung them onto their back. Lorenzo's eyes flashed with urgency and focus, and started to conjure a wall of flame from where the two farm boys stood. As the fire started to grow and separate the party from the rioters, Oromad slinked forward and started to drag Roshia away.
To the fortune of the gathered company, Lorenzo's fire managed to break apart the unity and composure of the crowd. Carlos and Santiago forged the way back to safety, threatening any more would-be attackers with steel and fire. Oromad managed to heave Roshia away without further issue, though the blood from her wounds started to pool at an alarming rate. The elf was barely conscious. With one final shove, they managed to break way into the next district and leave Astorio behind them in confusion. Very few peasants attempted to hassle them more, and were quickly shut down by the sight of a glinting falchion. By the time they were at the docks, not a soul stood in their way nor acknowledged their attempt to calm the riots. They packed and left upon the ship with Daenshore just as tumultuous and violent as before.
Player involved:
Amidst the clamor of the dingy tavern, Roshia picked out the murmurs and mutters of two sallow-faced Ailor nearby. Oromad followed her gaze and listened in. What could it be that they heard? Obscure mention of an arson plot in the Astorio district was spreading like a vile taint, apparently. Mere rumor of course, but with the instability of Daenshore at present time, rumour was enough to make you precautious. Returning to the Martinez's, the band of five made their plan of action. Together they would address the rioters and give their complete support to remove any threat of sabotage and fire-starting. What could possibly go wrong?
The famished denizens of Daenshore were in a buzz. Distant word and vague whispers tugged at hearts and ears alike at the rumor of a malicious plot against every man, woman, and child of the city. Despite what everyone was fighting for, there was a certain practicality in having food on one's plate. After all, it was easier to stomach oppression and misrule when you actually had something in your stomach. By midday, people gathered to the prized Astorio district, a district populated with barns and warehouses of precious, dwindling food stuffs. Despite the treasures the Astorio district held, it was just as impoverished and dilapidated as the rest of the city and its sprawling slums. There was something rather poetic about the nectars of life such as food and drink being housed in the dirtiest of places.
A rather sizable crowd had been established at the district's center. The rumor of sabotage to the little scraps of food the people had left were persistent among them for days, of course, but all accredited it to paranoia. Who would dare poke the snarling dog that they all thought they were?
And there they stood: the Martinez gaggle and their dependents. They ascended a makeshift stage -- it happened to be the apparent "soapbox" for many of the aggravators and rebel instigators. In any case, the group stood atop the stage, and Lorenzo Martinez stepped forward, addressing the crowd nobly and beautifully in the home tongue of Daenshore and Daendroc. There, Lorenzo spoke of the foul plot against the people, further explaining that it was unity that would bring what they desired, not fighting and violence against authority and order. The people eyed the man suspiciously -- the rumor of a plot against the food stores was well-known, but it was hard to believe that it could materialize. However, Lorenzo's appeal obviously fell on understanding ears, and a handful of people clapped and nodded along, shouting their agreeance. Perhaps they in fact could work together to address the grievances of the common man.
Rosha then stepped forward as well. She spoke of what she herself had heard from a few supposed ruffians and vandals in the district's local tavern. Her thoroughly emotional and otherwise patient and understanding appeal turned the rest of the crowd, her explanation of who really benefits this chaos proving to be the final push to action. The entire crowd cheered and rallied forth to the stage, quieting down after a moment as Lorenzo cleared his throat. However, before Lorenzo could speak, Santiago, who stood just beside him, gave a grand burp. He wiped at his mouth, shaking his head. He begged their pardon, explaining he had a grand meal in the Governor's Palace. Suddenly, the air soured and the crowd sneered, scoffed, and snarled. The people who would champion their cause were benefitting off the luxuries of those who'd keep them down?
First came the stones and rubble. As the party withdrew from the district square, rowdy members of the crowd began to barrage them with gravel and chunks of brick scraped from the street floor. Sharp words came from everywhere in the crowd, accusing Santiago of being a spineless hypocrite among other unsavory insults. One particularly sharp piece of rock came from the left field, and collided with the back of Santiago's head. He uttered an indignant curse and began to move faster for the exit out of the Astorio district, a battered gate heading closer to the city's heart. His comrades followed suit, shuffling and pushing past whomever attempted to block their retreat. One particularly beefy fellow stood up in front of Santiago and shoved him back forcefully. It worked to halt his tracks, but only long enough for him to angrily cast a flaming sphere of fire and slam it into the face of his harasser. Screams sounded.
Suddenly, clubs and pitchforks appeared from nowhere. Santiago faltered at the sight of steel over yonder, and fell away to the side and reveal an increasingly irritated Carlos. The cousin drew his falchion, having been safely kept aside throughout all this, and swayed it threateningly towards the rioters forming around the exit of the district. Though it did wonders to scare away the majority of them, it gave way for fear and instinct to flare in those who didn't flee. A gasp and sputter came from Roshia. The Martinezes turned around to see a pair of young men impaling the elf with their pitchforks, piercing her abdomen and leg. The two withdrew, leaving Roshia falling quickly to the floor in a heap of breathless groans. Just as they leered back to gloat in their contribution, a gout of flame erupted between them and flung them onto their back. Lorenzo's eyes flashed with urgency and focus, and started to conjure a wall of flame from where the two farm boys stood. As the fire started to grow and separate the party from the rioters, Oromad slinked forward and started to drag Roshia away.
To the fortune of the gathered company, Lorenzo's fire managed to break apart the unity and composure of the crowd. Carlos and Santiago forged the way back to safety, threatening any more would-be attackers with steel and fire. Oromad managed to heave Roshia away without further issue, though the blood from her wounds started to pool at an alarming rate. The elf was barely conscious. With one final shove, they managed to break way into the next district and leave Astorio behind them in confusion. Very few peasants attempted to hassle them more, and were quickly shut down by the sight of a glinting falchion. By the time they were at the docks, not a soul stood in their way nor acknowledged their attempt to calm the riots. They packed and left upon the ship with Daenshore just as tumultuous and violent as before.
Player involved:
- Lorenzo Martinez (Silent_Ruler/@SilentsAppeal)
- Santiago Martinez (PR_Triple/@Kiba Araqnuibo)
- Roshia Heriet (MorningDoves/@MorningDoves)
- Oromad Valendel (Aespair/@Aespair)
- Carlos Martinez (Perplexed_Aris/@Perplexed_Aris)
STAGE ONE
BASE 20 VERSUS 80
Lorenzo
Careful +10
Speaker +10
Insensitive -10
Santiago
Brash and Stubborn -10
Hypocritical -10
Outright Rude, enjoys arguments -10
Roshia
Cautious: +10
Patient: +10
Good Memory: +10
oromad
read +10
intellectual +10
focussed +10
Carlos
+10 Intellectual - Quick witted and adaptive to situations.
Total roll result: 70 versus 30
RESULT: 54 SUCCESS
PROGRESS TO STAGE TWO
STAGE TWO
Lorenzo +30
Santiago -30
Roshia +30
Oromad --
Carlos +20
TOTAL: +100
Result 100 SUCCESS
Santiago + Oromad must have fuck up roll
Santiago Fuck up roll success rolls 12
oromad 47 so no fuck up roll
STAGE TWO SECOND SEGMENT
Roll for enemies: 44 = 8 enemies
Roll for enemies: 3 = disgruntled starved and famished peasants
Numerical advantage = 5-8=-3*2=-6
Combat advantage = -2
BEFORE ASSETS:
42 versus 58
Lorenzo: -10
Santiago: -30
Rosha: -20
Oromad: -10
Carlos: -10
Roll result: 76 defeated
Wounded rolls
Lorenzo 95 Does Extremely well but still loses
Santiago 39 does shitty
Rosha 2 Receives an almost crippling blow
Oromad 63 performs above average
Carlos 68 performs above average
Summary
BASE 20 VERSUS 80
Lorenzo
Careful +10
Speaker +10
Insensitive -10
Santiago
Brash and Stubborn -10
Hypocritical -10
Outright Rude, enjoys arguments -10
Roshia
Cautious: +10
Patient: +10
Good Memory: +10
oromad
read +10
intellectual +10
focussed +10
Carlos
+10 Intellectual - Quick witted and adaptive to situations.
Total roll result: 70 versus 30
RESULT: 54 SUCCESS
PROGRESS TO STAGE TWO
STAGE TWO
Lorenzo +30
Santiago -30
Roshia +30
Oromad --
Carlos +20
TOTAL: +100
Result 100 SUCCESS
Santiago + Oromad must have fuck up roll
Santiago Fuck up roll success rolls 12
oromad 47 so no fuck up roll
STAGE TWO SECOND SEGMENT
Roll for enemies: 44 = 8 enemies
Roll for enemies: 3 = disgruntled starved and famished peasants
Numerical advantage = 5-8=-3*2=-6
Combat advantage = -2
BEFORE ASSETS:
42 versus 58
Lorenzo: -10
Santiago: -30
Rosha: -20
Oromad: -10
Carlos: -10
Roll result: 76 defeated
Wounded rolls
Lorenzo 95 Does Extremely well but still loses
Santiago 39 does shitty
Rosha 2 Receives an almost crippling blow
Oromad 63 performs above average
Carlos 68 performs above average
Summary
- STAGE ONE Rosha and Oromad discover some vague problem and inform the others who then together come up with a plan of approach which starts with a public appeal to an angry mob.
- STAGE TWO Rosha and Lorenzo spoke excellently and eloquently soothing the raging hearts and minds of the mob, then when they step off the stage Santiago does something obscene or says something stupid and the whole mob goes berserk and descends upon them.
- The entire mob attacks them with whatever poor people do.
- Lorenzo fights very well with his fire magic.
- Santiago nearly gets wounded but managed to escape
- Rosha gets impaled by pitchforks and gets dragged off by Carlos and Oromad who dont do all that much when the mob just chases them out of daenshore.
