Mouthy (held): 20
Conora: 13 + 2 = 15
Young One: 11
Khine: 6 + 1 = 7
Guard 1 (we’ll call him “Mouthy”) decides that he doesn’t like this person … this woman … holding onto his arm any more. And a rasheon at that. Gods know what diseases she’s carrying. She probably stole that mark of Arkanes. Definitely a criminal. It would be his right as city guard to put her down, damn whatever they were doing to elicit her getting involved. He clumsily draws his dagger with his left hand and tries to stab at her arm. With disadvantage, since he’s right-handed. Rolls a 1 + 3 = 4. Critical miss. He missed so much that Conora heard about his attack a week earlier. The dagger thunks hard into the wooden cart and gets stuck in the wood. He invents a new curse and shares it with the market at the top of his lungs.
Conora sighs heavily as she reaches down and draws Noverekas from its sheath. She didn’t want this to escalate to weapons drawn. These men must be hiding something important to take arms against the Blade of Arkanes. Having shifted out of the way of Mouthy McStabberson’s dagger, she swings her blade up in an attempt to disarm the Young One. Roll Attack 11 + 5 = 16 vs. Athletics 19 + 1 = 20. He counters and manages to hold his grip. Their training must be better than I assumed, she thinks, growing frustrated. Growing extremely frustrated. This is taking too long.
Brutus is amazed that Conora threw him off so easily. So amazed that he goes back in a second time, thinking the first time must have been a fluke. If he can just get control of her – get that bloody sword away from her – then they can get away before any more attention is brought their way. He rushes forward, lower this time, to try and contain her between himself and the cart. Athletics 14 + 1 = 15 vs. Athletics 8 + 5 = 13. She’s too distracted with too many targets surrounding her. Brutus manages to get a hold of her this time, pinning her arms to her sides and her body against the cart (which rocks back abruptly as they make contact).
The Young One, trying to remain official even through they were clearly up to some unofficial activities, steps forward and points his sword at the now-held Conora. “You are under arrest by order of the Duchess Acarisa. Now … now then … stop, no you must stop struggling. M’lady, please just stop.”
(I’m houseruling the next part a bit. Khine wields a spear – a wooden spear with a metal tip – and I see no reason why he wouldn’t be able to use it as a quarterstaff or, if length is an issue, a club. I also believe that the wording of Shillelagh implies that it can be used on a club or quarterstaff even if they have metal in their design.)
Twelve seconds into the fight and she’s already in trouble, Khine thinks to himself as he reaches into his pouch for a sprig of mistletoe. He whispers a few, simple words in maelan as he rubs the leaves into the wood, feeling the flesh of it come alive in his hands. Don’t mess this up … don’t mess this up …