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Devy: IM CACKLING LIKE AN IDIOT The one who tried to attack you fell off the roof and died.

Aeder 25th, 325A4 Sunset

Devy: So, you start going through the lower parts toward your inn?

Rae: Yes, I do. I guess all the walking and talking has taken up quite some time off the day already.

Devy: Yeah, the sun is setting. Roll for perception.

Rae: 17 + 4 This is such a waste, where are the good rolls when we actually play with the group i'm suing my dice.

Devy: I'm sure you'll get some good rolls with the others too aaaaaa You realize that you're followed by two dudes, and that there are two others awaiting at the other side of the street, what do you do?

Rae: If there is no other exit, Thallan puts his hand on his sword, ready to draw if need be. Can he tell anything about them/their abilitites from this distance?

Devy: You can try to jump on a rooftop if you have acrobatics, or try to run through a small alley on the left if you have athletics about their abilities, it's insight.

Rae: Ok i'll try insight first and depending on that i might try to jump onto the roof? 15 + 2 for insight

Devy: Well you guess that they are definitely thugs. Not very strong, but they outnumber you. You could try to take them down, but you're not sure if you could defeat them all at once.

Rae: Yeah i was afraid so. Aight, acrobatics it is then. 12 + 4

Devy: You reach the rooftops! But two of them manage to get up there too.

Rae: Nice, go me! Great, is there a possibility the other two might make it up soon as well?

Devy: The other two will need to try again, but at least one of them needs to roll a fucking 20 considering his climbing skills so.

DM: One of the thug is all tough like "What's a fancy pointy-ears like you doing here? Don't you know the streets are dangerous for those of your kind?" ((It's actually an efficient threat, he rolled an 18))

Rae: Oh no, it's a talker. Can i roll anything against that?

Devy: You can make a wisdom saving throw.

Rae: I rolled a nat 20 +0 cause I have no wisdom modifier.

Devy: You're totally unfazed by their bragging and it shows. Dude it's your first nat 20 aaaa

Rae: Yeah but all the other rolls were pretty good as well aaaaaaah

Devy: Don't worry, it probably won't last uwu

Thallan: ((Wow, thx Devy, that totally puts me at ease now…)) Thallan decides not to respond to his taunts since pretty sure he's just trying to buy time for his friends and Thallan just draws his sword and attacks.

Devy: The thug is disappointed to see that it didn't work, so he gets out his weapon as well. Roll for initiative.

Rae: 9 +2 :c

Devy: The thug who tried a taunt gets to attack first, but then it's your turn, then the second thug.

Rae: Alright, lay it on me.

Devy: The thug misses. It's your turn. The other two still can't fucking climb btw.

Rae: Lol they suck. 13 + 4?

Devy: You hit! Roll for damages. Which one do you aim at?

Rae: The one who just attacked me. That'd be 3+2

Devy: He dies :DD

Rae: Whut???? Omg :D

Devy: But another gets to climb and it's the other one who was on the roofs turn to attack. IM CACKLING LIKE AN IDIOT OMG I'LL TELL YOU THE DETAILS LATER

Rae: OK CAN'T WAIT cause atm I'm just confused aaaaa

Devy: The one who tried to attack you fell off the roof and died.

Rae: OH My GOD I can't believe this I'm gonna cry, I almost spat out my cocoa.

Devy: Well it's your turn to attack the third one who's on the roof, but he looks way less smug than before.

Rae: I can imagine that vividly tbh. Only 5+4 this time

Devy: You miss :c He attacks and... he fucking misses too. It’s your turn.

Rae: 19 + 4

Devy: You totally hit! Roll damages.

Rae: 4 +2

Devy: He seems quite hella wounded, but still standing and attacking.

Rae: Good. His turn then? The 4th one still on the ground?

Devy: What's your AC?

Rae: 13

Devy: The 4th is still on the ground, the third missed so it's your turn and I'm going to eat my wifi router aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Rae: Don't do that, you might choke on it. Which is to say, don't do it before this fight is finished. After that, you do you. 17 + 4 eat shit, thug

Devy: You hit! Roll damages!

Rae: 5 +2

Devy: He dies! What do you do now?

Rae: Is the fourth on still on the ground?

Devy: Yeah, but he stopped trying to climb when he saw his colleague drop dead. He's still hesitating on what to do.

Rae: I draw my shortbow and try to shoot him. 15 + 4

Devy: You hit, roll damages.

Rae: 2 + 2

Devy: He's in a bad shape and is like "K, I'm outta here!" and starts running.

Rae: I shoot again?

Devy: If you wish!

Rae: Do i have disadvantage cause he's moving?

Devy: Nah, he's still close enough.

Rae: 12 + 4

Devy: You hit and he dies.

Rae: Oh, neat. Thallan puts away his weapons.

Devy: :D roll perception

Rae: Oh no! 12 + 4

Devy: You see a big winged figure on a roof a few blocks away, but before you can get a better look it jumps off and disappears.

Rae: Alright then. Weird… I see no point in investigating since it's probably long gone once I get there.

Devy: You get 80XP for the thugs :D

Rae: Yaaaaay!!! :D Can i search them for valuables?

Devy: Yeah, it's investigation.

Rae: 9 + 3

Devy: You find 15GP!

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- Are you sure about this? You better drink your beer first... Hey, don’t give me that impassible face, I get that enough from my bartender. All right, all right, I’m not taking your time!

- Ever heard about the stereotype, that goblins reproduce like bunnies? Well it has some truth behind it. I had eleven siblings. Eleven. Those who are bound to old customs, often end up with big families. Following the tradition, the newborns get named after the order of birth – cute, eh? -, and we pick our own name as we get older.

- I was named Seven, if you’re wondering. I can’t recall much from my childhood, expect that they packed us in a room and made us build little toys. I wasn’t aware at that time, but we were running a manufacture of bombs. And that went on and on and on, every bloody day.

- You still with me? Good. The only person that made the dull hours bearable was my little sister, Nine. From all of my siblings, she was my only, and best friend. When we found out that the bombs go BOOM!, they became our plaything. Heh, I can tell from your expression you know what’s coming.

- We snuck out of work every night to play with the smaller ones by an abandoned guard post. The rule was simple; we had to pass the bomb back and forth until the fuse ran out, and the one who held them longer won. That made the game exciting. No, we weren’t just throwing them away wildly! We both had a knife to cut down the cord. But… there was an accident. I had made a mistake.

- I… I knew the fuse was running short, and I should have dealt with it. But I wanted to win so badly, I shouted „Catch!” and threw the bomb to Nine… KA-BOOM. It shredded her face to a bloody gore. I couldn’t even wince. I stood there dumbfounded for god knows how long. Then I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could, and ran away crying. But I didn’t return home. I couldn’t.

- Big deal, I know, a little childhood trauma and such always happens on the drek of these streets. Take a sip, we’re only going deeper in this mess…

- Needless to say I was lost. I had never wandered too deep into the city before. Helplessly looking for shelter I spent two or three days on the streets, when a strange figure appeared before me. Blue skin, short horns, bat wings. It was an angel. Everybody in town knows Godswill takes care of orphans, and I was lucky enough that she had found me.

- So there I was, living with other brats in a dirt poor place, hoping every day we get something to eat (really, it wasn’t much different than before). We all gravitated toward Godswill like flies to honey; she has always been a kind, caring, wise and brave person, so of course that attracked everyone. But she wasn’t the only one.

- At first I wasn’t paying too much attention to it, the older kids tend to come and go like stray cats. But a small group had always seemed to form around a teenage orc named Clay. For a long time I adored her as much as Godswill – dare I say, I was in love with her. Clay had the wildest stories ever which seemed simply unbelievable, but every time someone doubted her word, she showed us evidence – a scar, a stolen pouch, a broken knife - that ensured they were true. I wanted to be like her.

- I try not to bore you with too many details, but believe me, the punchline will worth the wait.

- When I told Clay that I want to be her friend, she tried to trick me. I couldn’t blame her, she probably got a lot of admirers. Thus to take my enthusiasm away, she gave me impossible tasks to complete that would prove my worth. You’d think that turned me down, but no. I was determined. „Bring me a vial of dragon tears!” So I stole a glass of perfume from the market. „I want a king’s sword!” Hence I took a drunk man’s shortsword when he was lying unconciously on the ground. After a few deeds Clay finally took me under her wings, told me that I’m very talented. My „career” has begun at that moment. Next to how to survive on the streets, Clay taught me two important things: the art of lie and thievery.

- Sometimes we still visited the orpahange to get food - of course Clay stood in the spotlight as always, but I got my share of the stories too from time to time, which made me proud. Godswill… well, she never approved of Clay’s lifestyle to say the least, and when she looked at us, I could see disappointment in her eyes.

- Let’s get off track for a moment. Do you know Bayli, the gang leader? He and his crew had taken over the defence tower at North-West of the city. It happened around the time I was living in the orphanage. The streets were a mass chaos, I remember that Godswill locked us in the buldings, because soldiers were marching off to stop the attack, but all in avail. The rumor spread quickly „The tower fell to the goblins!”, people were in shock, and speculated what could have gone wrong. According to a few survivors, Bayli’s crew used an incredible amount of bombs. I find this very intriguing.

- Do you want another pint? Hey, Nabura! Oh, you’re already here. See? This is why he’s a professional. Thank you, handsome.

- Where was I… ah yes! So you might think my life wasn’t so bad with Clay. It made me more adept, and I had good company too… heh, I guess I don’t have to be prude about this. Clay helped me to explore my body and to know better myself. And she was the one who gave me my real name too: Brexit – which I think is just jumbled up letters, but Clay insisted it means togetherness. But after a while – or maybe she was like that from the beginning? – she got very possessive.

- It started with when I was visiting Godswill with a nasty disease. When I returned to Clay, she threw a tantrum. She forbade me to go to the orphanage again, and threatened me that she would abandon me if I had done so. I got very scared so I obeyed. And she began to use that tactic on every petty thing. „Where are you going? Are you trying to leave me?” „I thought you love me. I did everything for you.” „I don’t deserve this. I’m doing this for your own good.”

- Pay close attention now, becasue we’re getting to the best part.

- Still got Bayli? One day Clay had a brilliant idea. She told me that since I’m a goblin, I could easily suck up to him, and become a member. We were in a tight spot at that time; the city guard had became more vigilant around us, and we needed money and food. So the plan was to join the gang, and steal supplies.

- Easy enough, right? No one would have noticed if a few rations and silver pieces were missing, it was basically nothing. Clay on the other hand wanted more. She wanted to leave the city, but we needed a lot of gold for that. So after weeks of planning, we were ready to steal Bayli’s stash. I cleared the path to the vault, so that Clay could come too and pack as many valuables as possible.

- As we were getting our hands on the money, we got ambushed. Goblins jumpd out of the shadows and held weapons to our throats. And he was there too, the big man himself. Bayli walked up to us and… ahhah… and he said… ahhahah… he said „So, I finally meet the puppeteer. I’m kinda disappointed if I have to be honest. But then again, I was never fascinated by creatures who prey on the weak.” Then he turned to me „Any lost goodbyes to your girlfriend?” So I said „Have fun overseas” and smiled. The moment Clay had realised what was happening, she began to laugh hysterically. Two goblins grabbed and escorted her away, but I could still hear her manic laughter echoing in the corridors. They took her to a slaver’s ship and sold her for 500 gold pieces. Not a bad deal if you ask me.

- Heh, you think I’m a monster, don’t you? Or just smelled something funny. But you know what? I would do it again.

- Are you getting tired? Becasue I am. With all this bullshit piling up in my life, I try not to care too much. But when you’re left alone with your own thoughts… Nevermind. Let’s just finish the story.

- So after the incident, I continued to work for Bayli. I wasn’t actually in his debt, but I kinda was. This is what happens when you ask a favor from a mob boss. My life wasn’t so bad though. Took some odd jobs here and there, just what you expect from your average outlaw, and my skills piqued Bayli’s interest real soon. Guess I was talented after all.

- Bayli sent me to the Thieves’ Guild, because they had more well paying jobs to offer, and of course I had to give a fair share of that money to good ol’ uncle. He told me to find a goblin named Stalx (remember that we pick our own names? His was very unambigous), who would train me in sword fighting and other things.

- When I had met him I… I can’t even put it into words. He was so charming and suave, I immediately melted away. I was genuinely in love. And he showed obvious interest in me too. Everything happened so fast…

- Sorry, I trailed off there a bit. The Thieves’ Guild is serious business; even though we try to avoid confrontations, it’s important for us to fight like an assassin. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve killed people before, but they were mostly clumsy idiots and I was never alone. Here I learned real physical pain, my scars were stacking up day by day. Stalx was a harsh but fair teacher, he beat discipline into me, which is essential in our line of work; one small mistake could cost your life. One small mistake…

- As time passed, I had partaken in more and more quests with Stalx, varied from petty thievery to kidnapping. Heh, you thought we only steal money? Anyway after a while I wanted to be involved in more serious business, so Stalx introduced me to his team who were under Bayli’s supervision as well.

- There was Liang: I was told she came from a different land, and I find it interesting she ended up at Bayli’s gang - though we goblins tend to stick together, so maybe it’s not that strange. Liang moved soundly as a cat and striked as such, she even surpassed Stalx! And she liked to try out different poisons and mechanical do-dads. So I can safely say that she was the most skilled in the group, but she was a more ”loner” type, and wasn’t meant to lead.

- Then there was Wrigs: now that guy had an attitude. Every conversation with him was a battle of wits to see who’s tongue is the sharpest, and Stalx occasionally had to intervene before it broke into a real fight. But I respected the guy; he was a trickster who had some really useful spells that bailed us out from a few sticky situtations. He helped us out a lot even with his sodding manners.

- And of course we had Stalx: my mentor, our leader. My lover. People who underestimated him quickly ended up at the end of his dagger. He was very good at decepting others, so people would exploit their weak spots. I’m still not sure to this day how it happened, but he lost his right eye a long time ago, and whenever I asked about it, he came up with a different story every time, and they all sounded believable.

- But Stalx was nothing like Clay. I had never felt vulnerable around him; I could do anything and go freely anywhere I wanted to without him following my every move. We trusted each other, and that’s something big to say in this world.

- I know, you’re itching to ask the question „Oh, Brexit, what went wrong this time? Because Stalx clearly isn’t here.” Hahha… Life just won’t give me a break, huh?

- It was no coincidence Bayli had us work in the Thieves’ Guild. This was all a setup to worm into West and East Lannwrill’s network system. Why? Because he wanted us to steal something powerful.

- The story where Stalx’s gang walked into the capital’s paladin headquarters was legendary. They forged official papers claiming that they were sent by – and I’m shitting you not - Lyyn Martins to be the new liutenants. And the paladins fell for it. Stalx bluffed their way to the chamber where artifacts are sealed away for various reasons, and they had taken a magical dress with them.

- Sounds a little weird, right? It’s crazier that it was a dress worn by dancers (it’s very tight in certain areas) and Bayli wanted to wear it. Have you met uncle before? Believe me, you don’t want to imagine him in a dress at all.

- However, the outfit worthed zilch without the proper set. There was a wand somewhere hidden, curiously in another paladin station in West Lannwrill. This operation needed more planning and precaution though; pulling off the same tactic twice would have been reckless, the artifacts weren’t locked away by the paladins by accident.

- When everything was set, we took a smuggler’s ship and sailed off to West Lannwrill’s port city. Our arrival was expected by the local Thieves’ Guild: they provided us maps of the paladin HQ’s layout and showed us different passages that could lead us there. We had to move quickly though, because we were supposed to take the same ship back to hometown, so the paladins would lose our track.

- Everything was well-thought out, yet I felt very anxious. You have to understand that I was still a rookie in the team, everybody else was more skilled and experienced than me, they were way out of my league. I wouldn’t have been much use in a fight, this whole mission was more like a test for me.

- The way to the artifact chamber was surprisingly easy; someone in the Guild told us that the station was built on an old fort, and they sealed off passages that spread between the new walls. We tread carefully though since – as expected - they set up traps for the unwanted visitors. But honestly it was no challenge for the others; they disarmed the traps so expertly, I practically just had to watch and follow.

- The hardest part came after this. When we had finally reached the room, a handful of guards were patrolling among the shelves. Each of them looked really tough, so it was wiser to just avoid them and quietly get the wand. Luckily the labyrinth of artifacts and furnitures were on our side, and the little pathways gave us enough space to hide. Wrigs had the potential to locate the wand, so he lead us to a cabinet where it was sealed away with other trinkets.

- A guard was stationing nearby, so Wrigs used his cantrip to lure them away, and Liang was staying alert if they or anybody else had came by before we could finish our business. When Wrigs broke through the magical barrier around the cabinet, Stalx reached for the wand to take it and… and…

- Hell broke loose. Stalx fell to the ground and screamed in agony. I was so confused and scared I-I didn’t know what to do, he kept squirming on the floor. I could almost feel his pain… The shriek drew attention to the paladins, and even though Liang and Wrigs were ready to take on that one guard, it was impossible to fight all of them. We had to get out as fast as possible, so I dragged Stalx with me, while Liang and Wrigs were taking care of the guard. Then Liang grabbed Stalx by his legs to help me carry him, but it was a mistake…

- One mistake, as I said. It had started when Stalx was too reckless to make sure the wand was safe to touch. The first domino piece fell, then Wrigs was left alone to protect us, but three more paladins were already catching up with us. A wizard threw a powerful spell at him, and pierced through his body with razorsharp icicles, and a warrior straight up chopped his head off. Liang was smart enough and threw a poisonous smoke bomb at them to buy us some time.

- „We have to leave Stalx!” she ordered. My mind was racing, so much had been happening at once, I didn’t have time to come up with any solution… But she was right. We wouldn’t have survived if we tried to save him. But I couldn’t just leave him there either, so I… I…

- I killed him. Slit his throat. Blood sprayed everywhere. I instinctively grabbed the wand that had lost it’s effect, and dashed after Liang back to the secret tunnel. We were running for our lives.

- …Hm? Yes, I’m fine… No, I don’t need anything. As much as I’d like to drink a bottle of brandy, I’ve already had my share for today.

- Only me and Liang survived. I don’t remember how we ended up on the ship, I only know I was standing by the rail and was crying uncontrollably. Liang was quite pissed at me. She slapped me and told me I have no right to griev this much, while she was fighting to hold her own tears back. And she was probably right. The team was her only family, and she had lost them over one night.

- When we landed, Liang told me she’s not coming. She decided to take another ship, and I didn’t ask where. I went back alone to Bayli and gave him the wand. „I’m done” I told him, and left. I repaid his hospitality ten times more with my loss.

- There wasn’t much opportunity left for me. I am still a member of the Thieves’ Guild, so I could have started everything all over, but the wound was still fresh. For days… weeks… I just cried and cried at home. I have even tried to kill myself. Not once…

- I needed guidance, so I seeked out Godswill to help me. She has always been there for me, I don’t know how can she put up with all my bullshit. Anyway, she suggested that I should work again (it wasn’t a secret for her that I was a guild member) because that would distract me, and to be more sociable. Well the second part was more harder for me to achieve.

- So I had visited the bar more regularly to ask for quests. Sadly it only lead me to drink instead. I thought I could find solace in alcohol to forget, but it made me depandent. After a while Nabura got irritated and restricted me to drink past a few mugs. It made me mad, so one day I thought, „Screw the bar! I can buy a beer anywhere else in town!”

- I ended up in the port’s tavern and got drunk. Very, very drunk. But that’s not all. They had a gambling table, where big guys were playing cards. By big I don’t mean figuratively, they were literally huge. And guess what stupid lil’ Brex had thought? To join the hunks and cheat them out of their gold. Funny story: it worked. They were so oblivious, I even felt a little remorse. Just a little. You’d think they wanted their money back, but they were more busy debating who was more stupid…

- That wasn’t so bad, was it? With a hundrad gold pieces in my pockets, I cheered for my own victory. Believe it or not, I wasn’t planning on sticking around for too long, but then… then that elf came by. They played me, and we hooked up for one night. And I got robbed. They stripped me from everything. They had stolen all my money, my armor, clothes (even my favorite boots!), not a copper was left. I remained alone, naked in an inn’s room.

- I won’t tell you how I managed to get home, even though I know you’d like to have a laugh. But my lesson was learned. Ever since the incident I’ve been working on to restrain my drinking habit. I asked Nabura to supervise me. He… helped me a lot. In more than one way…

- And now, here I am. Tomorrow I’m going for a quest with a new team. Improvement, huh? Maybe they won’t kill me the moment I open my mouth.

- Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to talk about some important matters with my bartender. Nabura! I came up with a new business model you could use. No, it won’t be like with the crabs, don’t look at me like that! This would even kick Jill to the ground. Imagine: a live performance by Grabby. We need a small top hat, a stick for cane

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