conversations: human
conversations:  It is Returning Day. A Holiday to commemorate the feat of taking the city of Ullevi back from Giants many centuries ago. The light drizzle isn't dampening the festive mood emanating from the gawkers and the hawkers of wares in the Wide, a marketplace packed with people from all strata of society and stalls selling exotic Myrkirian goods. Cheerful citizens tightly wreath a platform erected along the Wide's eastern edge. Someone wearing an official-looking sash is speaking, but the crowd's noise drowns his words. Moments later, the throng erupts in wild cheers as an older, surprisingly muscular human man takes center stage. The ovation continues for minutes uninterrupted. A nearby wizened female eyes you with amusement before hollering, "This here's Duke Hjálmarr Stagheart" as if the mere name explains everything. The duke, smiling broadly, bows to the crowd and then gestures for quiet. The crowd obeys, except for one person, who shouts, "We love you, Hjálmarr!" The Duke responds, "I love you, too, Ullevi." and the assemblage explodes in deafening hurrahs. A rather routine near worship of the Duke takes place while some members of the audience return to buying from the stalls and some of the more quiet festivities.
conversations: Ra_Va:
conversations: human
conversations:  Draco laughs at the crowd's declarations of love for the duke. However he does not do this alone, in his hand is a large mug of beer and by his side is a beautiful blond he had just met, who was laughing with him. As any passerby could see, Draco was enjoying this festival immensely.
conversations: ChaosArchon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Not feeling in a very festive mood, Donovan tries to stay to the edges of the crowds.   Not likely to hear any useful rumors about red dragons today...   Donovan thinks to himself as some of the more sauced festival goers pass by, singing an ear-bleeding tavern song on their way to another drink booth.   Maybe I can learn something about this duke and why everyone is head over heels for him.   Donovan thinks dropping some questions on some of the more sober festival goers.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  Gather Information check:  (1d20+6)[ 18 ] 
  Just getting some setting information on what appears to be an important NPC.
   
conversations: bcool999:
conversations: human
conversations:  Joanna threw up a halfhearted cheer to fit in, but she was already walking away from the commotion. Large crowds always bothered her. Especially if they weren't paying attention to her. She didn't really know who this Duke was nor really what city she was in, nor did she really care. She was here to have fun, and if there was nothing else interesting around here, she could at least get drunk. There never was any shortage of fools to buy her drinks.
conversations: UsaSatsui:
conversations: human
conversations:  'It is nice to take a break from the studying from time to time.'  thinks Liam, as he enjoys the festivities, mostly walking around and trying various types of food and alcohol.
  After some time he takes a pint with him and sits near a bard who seemed to have a spark of talent, to enjoy some songs and stories.
conversations: Lexin:
conversations: human
conversations:  Bcool: During his investigation Donovan finds out that the Duke was a hero in his youth, a commoner who left the City to go on adventures, and came back to save the city before his mid-years. He was granted the title Duke by the King of Kesthelm (The Kingdom the City is in) for his service, when the original royal family was murdered and he brought the murderer to justice.
  
  As the Duke talks, you all notice a disturbance to your right. Someone is pushing roughly toward the platform. A cloaked and hooded figure emerges from the crowd, scrambles onto the podium, and strides toward Adrian, short sword in hand. The other officials scatter, leaving Hjálmarr alone on the podium with the cloaked man, who when Duke Hjálmarr looks upon him looks as though he has seen a ghost. The City Guards move toward the stage, but the panicking crowd impedes their progress and prevents them from using their crossbows effectively. From the Crowd you hear the unsheathing of weapons, those weapons turning on the crowd.
conversations: Ra_Va:
conversations: human
conversations:  As soon as violence breaks out, Draco begins to grin, looks at the woman who was beside him and says,  "Hold my drink I'll be back in a moment,"  and then winks before rushing towards the stage.
  
   
   Spoiler: Initiative 
  Initiative roll if needed: (1d20)[ 19 ] 
   
conversations: ChaosArchon:
conversations: human
conversations:  She watches the events on the podium with interest, but is soon distracted by the sounds of fighting in the crowd. " Gods damn it, I did not want to get into trouble today. Not this much, anyways. ". Not wanting to pull out her two-bladed sword in such a cramped crowd, she pulls out a dagger and looks to defend herself against anyone who might attack her. Or attack anyone who looks cute enough to save.
conversations: UsaSatsui:
conversations: human
conversations:  'Well... it is much more eventful than I anticipated.'  thinks Liam as he watches the scene of violence with calm detachment (or maybe just shock).
   "I might regret it, but I am going to meddle a bit."  he mutters under his breath. He puts down his beer on the nearest table, and focuses on the stage.
   "Andraffh'khalerri'nt'ghdrAvvar"  he whispers, and just a second later he curses and says much louder  "Tiamat's bacside! I bit my tongue!"  and whispering again  "I guess I shouldn't drink and Truespeak..." 
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  
  Initiative:  (1d20+3)[ 5 ] 
  Standard Action:  Slick the Surface  incantation  (1d20+13)[ 14 ]  vs DC 15 to succeed  fail 
   If it works, a 10ft by 10 ft square under the feet of the hooded guy with the knife becomes slippery (Balance DC 10 or fall prone, the same to stand up later) 
  Move Action: Draw the bow.
   
conversations: Lexin:
conversations: human
conversations:  May is concentrating on her mark. She locks her target on it and release her arrow. The bolt flies with a deadly aim, hitting the bull's-eye. She flicks her gaze to the hunter that she is competing with and finds him gone. There are crossbowmen marching to the stage. She follows them, finds a shadowy vantage where she could camouflage herself in, ready to shoot the one who dares disrupt the tranquillity of this city.
  
   
   Spoiler: Actions 
  
  Readied standard action to fire at the enemy if the enemy moves.
  Hide (Take 10) - 17
  Move Silent (Take 10) - 18
  Initiative if needed -  (1d20+6)[ 26 ] 
   
conversations: Yas392:
conversations: human
conversations:  Donovan makes his way to the stage.   It won't do if the Duke is assassinated, from what I heard the city would likely go into a riot without him. Also, if I help him out, maybe he could help me? Surely a Duke would hear rumors of dragons.  
  
  Muscling his way through the crowd, Donovan approaches the stage. When he reaches it, He climbs up and places himself between the attacker and the Duke, blade drawn.  "That's enough. I don't know what grudge you have against the duke, but your actions are bringing suffering to this city whatever your cause. I will not just stand idly by, so surrender before this gets more bloody than it already is."  says Donovan, ready for the villains attack.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  Diplomacy:  (1d20+6)[ 10 ] 
  Readied action to Attack the cloaked figure if he approaches,
  Attack:  (1d20+5)[ 12 ] 
  Damage:  (2d6+5)[ 13 ]  (1 point is fire damage in case of DR or resistances)
   
   Spoiler: Crit Confirm if needed 
   (1d20+5)[ 18 ] 
   (2d6+5)[ 13 ] 
   
  
  Initiative:  (1d20+1)[ 18 ] 
   
conversations: bcool999: