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Grand Theft Auto: Medieval Mayhem Section 2-3

Gregorii opened his eyes, seeing doubles of everything around him, he couldn't move, constrained by a wooden stockade, he grumbled as he looked across what was a cell, filled with a myriad of different races, he felt rage fill him, he couldn't stay here!, he could be in this cell for months, and the festival was tomorrow, his redemption was tomorrow, he had to find that girl, dozens has suffered in his crusade for freedom, he couldn't let their sacrifices go in vain, if he failed, than he would be nothing more than a scumbag.

He yelled loudly, he was angrier than he thought he was, he ripped out of the stockade, sending wood flying in a explosion of youth and rage, the inmates in the cell's all looked towards him, half-amazed and half-desperate for freedom, each one clamoring for Gregorii to free them, Gregorii tried to rip them out of the stockade's as well, but he found that the anger had left as quick as it came, with a shrug, he went to the entrance of the cell, which was a wooden door, with a fierce kick he sent the door flying off it's hinges, but groaned in anger as it was revealed that, behind the entrance door, was another door, a impenetrable gate of steel, he felt despair eat away at the anger he had, turning him back into a old fart.

He limped his way further into the dungeon, past even more cell's, with inmates banging and yelling for freedom, Gregorii was a key dangled in their faces, so close, but so far away. A Fierce dwarf who's face was covered in tattoo's pushed his way to the front of the cell, "You!, Son of Moradin!, Come hither, quick!" the dwarf yelled, "Son of who?.." Gregorii muttered with surprise in his voice, as the dwarf grabbed him and dragged him to the front of the cell, "I am of the Order of Valhammer, sworn axe to King Wrothiron himself! And you are but a trapped rat! Any hope you have in escape, lies with me!" the Dwarf shook him, Gregorii groaned and pushed off the dwarf, if anyone was a trapped rat, it certainly wasn't Gregorii, he found himself annoyed by this dwarf, the brief thought of ditching him appeared in his head, but Gregorii only had two fists, if he wanted to get out of this mess, he was going to need more fists, Gregorii attempts to bend the bar's, sweating in exhaustion, Through there!" Exclaimed the dark eyed dwarf. "Keep your wits about you, dwarf! Two guards and the dungeon master are beyond, torturing some poor soul! No doubt they will hold the keys to our freedom! Now go!" He pushed Gregorii backward, his strength nearly causing him to tumble down. "GO!" he yelled as Gregorii stumbled back, Gregorii nodded, he disliked this dwarf, but the dwarf helped him nevertheless, "I'll be back" he promised, Gregorii always paid his debts.

He walked further down the hallway, opening the door to a small room, inside he saw a old man standing with his back to him, cutting deeply into a man tied to a torture rack, Gregorii's face twisted with disgust, he knew that the law was corrupt here, but he didn't think they'd be this bad, he felt a sense of disappointment, the watch was meant to protect us, yet here they were, committing sadistic acts of torture, "The shadow comes for us all!" the man groaned in pain, Gregorii felt bad for the cultist as he plucked a set of keys from the old man, as silent as a mouse, "Where is the remnants of the cult located!" the old man yelled, absorbed with his interrogation, Gregorii took one look back as he left the room, filled with shame in what he saw, no one deserved torture, not even cultists.

He left the door, and looked to his left, he felt surprise run through him, seeing two guards suddenly come into view, "I tell you he came and plucked her right out of the cell- OI YOU!, HALT!" one of the guards pointed at him and yelled, Gregorii raised his fists, but groaned quickly in pain, he barely noticed the wounds that dug into him, bleeding from multiple wounds, he could not fight, he could only run. so he ran, until the guards came out of view, when he found a alcove, small and hard, but fit for a dwarf like himself, he snuggled in it, watching the guards quickly run past, he sighed in relief, if he was caught, he'd surely be dead. "Check the Alcoves!" a guard suddenly yelled, looking through all the alcoves. he scrambled to find a rock, every second he scrambled, the guards came closer and closer, he silently cursed, did he come this far, only to get thrown in jail again?.

But then he felt something in his hand, a rock!, he smiled as he threw it down the hallway, making a loud crack as it hit the ground, as if someone was running down the hallway, the guards turned and leaped towards it, like a pack of hungry dogs, Gregorii smiled and slipped out of the alcove, heading back to the dungeons.

Back in the chamber, the fierce dwarf clung to the bars, "Truly the gods are with you, but we must make haste! Onward! Let us leave this place!" he yelled as Gregorii unlocked the cages, every last one of them, after a couple minutes, the entire prison was freed, dozens upon dozens of now free Prisoners rushed to the gate, Gregorii shoved the key into the entrance gate, letting the prisoner's free, he couldn't help but smile, Gregorii fought for freedom, and now he had given it away like candy, the prisoner's swarmed a cabinet filled with their stuff, Gregorii pulled out his trusty mop, and whatever possessions he had left, unfortunately the guards threw away the bag of rats which Gregorii didn't blame them for doing, but his gold was gone also, he would scowl, but his victory had put a smile on his face, climbed to the top of the cabinet, standing above the prisoners.

"Aye lads!, there's a festival tomorrow, in a castle filled with gold and glory!, who wants to raid it with me?!" he yelled in a booming voice, though he had a ulterior motive, he decided the prisoner's would be easier persuaded with the promise of riches, the prisoner's roared in agreement, a halfling climbed on top of a desk, "We'll fill our pockets!" he yelled, a scarred elf added his voice to the chorus "You have my sword!" a tiefling with cut horns nodded, saying "and my bow" and finally, the fierce eyed dwarf raised a greataxe in the air, yelling "And my axe!"

The group yelled for gold and glory, the seeds of a new army had been sown today, Gregorii smiled, he swore he could see the sun rise from the horizon, the sun of a new nation.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

just a little bump

[D&D 5e] Shadow World ~ A West Marches Campaign

The Wagon slowed to a stop, outside of a inn, a sign with the picture of a Cudgel covered with rust jutted out from the Inn, showing that the Inn was known as "The Rusty Cudgel Inn", Gregorii briefly wondered why people would use such a crappy weapon for a bar name, if he made a bar, it'd be a fancy one, where people could forget their sorrows and indulge in happiness for once in their life, but he supposed that'd defeat the purpose, people go to bar's so they can get drunk off of booze, pity and depression. Most of them saw the world as a shitty rusty weapon, to broken to be used properly. The name made sense now, after all, it was impossible to be happy in this hellhole, any pleasure derived from it was fake, done to delude yourself into believing you were having a good time, nobody smiles in a bar, anyone who did was a liar.

He left the wagon, leaving it in the hands of Culmith, he frowned as he walked in, his eye's buzzing from side to side, trying to find that damn girl, he was grasping at straws now, he felt as if he was in a guillotine, with the blade one inch from his neck, if he couldn't find that girl, all of his progress would be beheaded, lost and disposed of in a basket, all the lives he ruined would be in vain, he frowned even harder, as if it were possible, he liked to believe he was a good man, that his action's bring's warmth to this cold world, yet wherever he stepped, he left nothing but misery and snow, lives broken by his "altruistic" actions. he looked around the bar, it was desolate, as if a fight had set off in their, he approached a man bleeding out, being tended to by a priest, with a hunchback he looked at the man, "I'm lookin' for a girl being carried off by some slaver scumbag, have you seen her?" he grunted, though he had a pissed-off look on his face, he was secretly praying that he'd give him the tiniest hope of her whereabouts, "Aye fuck off I didn't see shit!" he yelled, Gregorii resisted the urge to beat the crap out of the man, instead he just scowled and turned away. he came across a backpack, left behind by one of the patrons, who had to evacuate due to a goblin attack. Gregorii scowled again, seeing the bitter effect's of his actions, he was like a terrible builder, who tried to fix everything, but instead he only broke things further.

But at the corner of his eye, he spotted a piece of paper, that shined like a diamond, without hesitation he grabbed it, shoving it in his face, the note read "Be at the masquerade ball on Founders Day. Lords, nobles, and merchants of note will be in attendance, and willing to pay top coin for choice slaves. Just don't cross Barken!" in elegant writing, if the girl was anywhere, she'd be there. Gregorii shoved the note in his pocket, the note glittering with hope, he felt relieved now that he found it, though he had no idea how to gain entry, he wasn't anyone important, he was Gregorii, a mystic of rage and depression, the title sounded cool, but he was still a peasant, not even the smallest of lords would invite him, but he had a idea, their would likely be members of the watch at the party, after all who was their to stop all the flithy peasants like Gregorii from crashing it?. He walked up to a guard, hunched over a table with a dozen other's like him, directing orders on how to clean up the mess Gregorii helped make, he scowled again. he figured he's going to do that a lot.

"Aye I wanna join the guard" he asked, angry at how easy those words fell from his mouth, guards only exist to keep the poor from eating the rich, the commander briefly looked at Gregorii, "Haven't you seen a little too much winter's to join the guard" he smugly insulted, Gregorii wanted to hit him in the face, it was natural, he wanted to hit everyone in the face. "I'm younger than you" he retorted, chuckling as if he made a joke, though the joke died out quickly, it was more painful than funny. "I'm trying to stop this mess from getting worse, if you want to join the guard, go to Founder's Bridge's Keep" he glared condescendingly, pointing at the door. Gregorii just walked out and left, walking to the wagon, but Culmith was surprisingly absent, Gregorii looked both ways, trying to spot him, but to his horror, he spotted a group of guards walking across the corner, one of them recognized him, pointing at him and causing the other's to sprint towards him, Gregorii swore under his breath, hopping onto the wagon, he yelled for Culmith to get on, but he was no where to be seen, muttering under his breath, Gregorii rode away from his only friend, swearing incessantly as he did so, now he felt truly alone.

The guard's disappeared into the distance, he rode forth towards Founder's Bridge, but much to his distress, he found that a group of guards were waiting for him, two of them on horseback rode up to them, "Halt!, inspection!" he yelled, Gregorii had no choice but to stop, thinking quickly, Gregorii frowned, Two crazy criminal's took everything I had he lied through his teeth, though their was some truth to his words, the guard's looked at each other, then back at Gregorii with sadness in their eyes, "I'm sorry, we'll catch them, I'm sure of it" one of them apologized, Gregorii moved forwards, "I'm sure you'll find them soon" he told them, as they already found him, they just didn't know it yet. But much to Gregorii's dismay, there was a single piece of paper on the door, which said "City watch applications closed until morning!" Gregorii wanted to scream, he simply went back, it was getting dark, he needed to sleep, yet he was broke, whatever money he had, he needed to save. he drove outside the city, past a inn with a warm bed and cold drinks, he frowned, he couldn't afford to enjoy his life, he left the city, driving past a noble and a servant who seemed to be in a rush, when he tried to talk to them, they rode away on horseback, the servant's name was apparently Renold. But Gregorii didn't care, the noble's were no different from god's, they got to sit in their castle's all day, each day was joyful for them, each one having the ability to enjoy their lives, while Gregorii got to sleep in a half-broken barnyard, he hated them too, if he wasn't so ambitious, he'd settle for killing the rich instead.

He looked at a destroyed Farm House, whoever lived their was likely too dead to complain about Gregorii sleeping their, the harsh crowded city was replaced by a cold open hill, which was utterly silent and lonely, he felt more alone than anyone else in the world, with Culmith gone, he had no one to talk to, no one to share drinks with, no one to enjoy life with, he'd taken a mop for a friend, and it was a shitty one too.

He pushed open the door, causing it to almost fall off it's hinges, all of a sudden he saw red, he looked at the ground and spotted a pile of disgusting rats, in a pile fighting over a rotten piece of meat, Gregorii felt anger fill his veins, with a yell he jumped in the air, falling ontop of the rats, six of the rat's were too busy fighting over a morsel of meat, to notice the incoming death from above, with a squish the filthy creature's were deader than dead, Gregorii had avenged his family once more, rat's were the instrument's of the gods, whenever they wanted a plague, the rat's carried out their actions, the plague didn't kill Gregorii's mother and father, rats did, they took his youth, his happiness, his sun, he'd burn the dead rats, but it'd be a insult to fire. Gregorii stuffed the rat's into a bag, hoping to use them to a later purpose, if the god's used Rat's to ruin his life, than it only made sense for him to use dead rat's to ruin theirs. after making a fire, he laid down on the hard cold floor, curling up into a ball in order to stay warm, but it was useless, he hadn't felt warmth in a year straight, his heart was numb with hate and sadness, he'd cry, but he cried so many times, his eye's had shriveled and dried up like raisins, eventually he got so exhausted he fell asleep.

While he slept, he dreamed that he was sitting on a nice hill, he was a kid again, full of youth and vigor, without the hate it came with, he sat in his home at Razor, his house was close enough to the surface, that there was a window leading towards the sun, he laid down in a ray of sunshine, smiling as he basked in it's warmth, staring directly at the sun, though it didn't hurt his eye's one bit, it felt pleasing, he felt happy.

Then Gregorii woke to the sound of two horses yelling, he yelled a swear word loudly, the window was replaced with a hole in the wall, instead of the sun, there was a blank void where it should be, the ray of sunshine was gone, so was his youth, he was now a grumpy old fart again, laying down in a ray of cold, wishing it was sunlight, he got up, pushing the already half-broken door off it's hinges, dragging bloody sack filled to the brim with dead rat's, two of the rat's were tied together using a crude rope, like ninja-chucks, only messier. Anger drummed into Gregorii's head again, he saw the faint outline of a giant rat with two hideous beady eyes staring at him, he felt anger flood his vein's, turning him from a sad old geezer, to a angry middle-aged man, he yelled as he ran towards the rat, beating it bloody with a mop, the giant rat tried in vain to fight back, but Gregorii smacked and whacked and sacked the Rat, whipping the hideous creature with a bag of dead rats, Gregorii screeched like a monster, beating the rat until he stopped moving, and then some more, and even more, the rat was dead but Gregorii was still kicked and yelling and screeching, letting out any energy he had into his swings, the filthy rat stole his sun, stole his family and his life. a hour passed, Gregorii was sweating with exhaustion, the rat wasn't even a rat anymore, it was a torn apart bloody mess that vaguely resembles a rat, Gregorii yelled weakly, kicking the creature one last time. Then falling to the ground, going back to sleep, back to his dream's of a happy life. one better than the garbage fire known as reality.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki I'll shoot the crossbow bandit

@Cu Chulainn also its your turn!

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki who is left?

[D&D 5e] Shadow World ~ A West Marches Campaign

As the two companions entered the scene of the breakout, the square surged with chaos. Goblins were going mad, while a rather short man fought with a pack of the goblins, as they hissed and barked at him. The poor man did his best to keep them away with his dagger. Past him goblins scrambled out of a cage, as two slavers fended off goblins in a fighting pit. Gregorii smiled upon seeing the riot. He was glad to see them fight against this life. Even if they weren't the nicest, Gregorii believed they didn't deserve it. "Oi Culmith, wanna raise some hell?" Culmith grinned despite being shocked at this uprising. "Took the words right out of my mouth." Gregorii nodded, and smiled back.

The Wagon surged forward, towards the mass of goblin's and scumbags, Gregorii gets up, Mop in hand, he leaps forward at one of the slaver scum, landing the mop on his skull with a audible crack, Adrenaline pumping throughout his vein's, he joins in the chaos unfolding, fighting for the poor oppressed goblin slaves, meanwhile Culmith raised his bow, aiming at a armored dwarf scumbag, he sent the arrow flying through the air, but it flew off of the midget slaver's armor, "Watch 'yer aim boy!" he called out, completely oblivious to the fact that Culmith was trying to kill him, Culmith growled "I was aiming for you weasel", but the slaver was too caught in combat to hear him. The drums of adrenaline beat in Gregorii's ears, pounding into his skull, the world around him turned blood red as he swung his mop wildly at a slaver, a youthful rage flared up in him, and soon he was lost in a frenzy.

A Group of poor little oppressed Goblins ran towards the wagon, ripping and tearing into it, grabbing whatever valuables they can, they either were unaware or didn't care about the help, the duo had gave them, Culmith raised his voice to the goblins ""Friends. You all deserve freedom, just like everyone here. The only way you can be truly free is peace, and you must stop fighting to pursue peace. So please, lay down your arms, and allow yourselves to be peaceful."" The goblins listened, deciding not to kill him, they looked to the horizon with a look of terror on their eyes, then ran off, leaving the wagon utterly ransacked and destroyed. In the distance, three members of the city watch riding on horseback drove in, running down the Goblins and sending them scattering off, Culmith ignored the goblins and attempted to turn the carriage around. "Gregorii! Hop on!" He then called to the guards. "His mind is addled. He is too old and needs to get home.", Gregorii swung his mop at another slaver, but upon a closer inspection, he realized that his "allies" had ran off, like a bunch of cowards, he heard Culmith's yell, he'd snarl at being called old and addled, but he had bigger things to worry about, he ran off to the wagon, hopping on it as the horses raced out.

The wind flew through Culmith's hair as he handed the reins to Gregorii, getting up to go see what was left, Gregorii sat on the wagon, frustration rippling through his face, he saw the poor little oppressed goblins ransack the wagon, like the ungrateful green shits they are, he began to wonder why he even bothered to save them, he was a fool for doing the right thing for the wrong people, the next time he'd see a goblin, he'd butcher them like the animals they were, he started to grind his teeth, he needed to take his mind off of the madness he had helped create, the wagon slowed to a stop, he got up and joined Culmith, searching through whatever they had left, then he spotted a fake health potion...but it looked too real to be fake, he cursed under his breath, his eyes widening, he picked up the Potion and gave it to Culmith wordlessly, waiting to see if the potion was real, waiting to see if Gregorii was a scumbag...

Culmith's wounds closed, he healed up and became filled with strength, the Potion was real, Gregorii's crimes too, Gregorii's stood, dumb folded at the pain he had caused, he liked to believe he was more than a scumbag, that the people he harmed deserved it, but none of that was true, he last person he suspected to be evil, was himself. Culmith looked down, ashamed. "I hate to say it Gregorii, but we're scum. We need to run."

"We. are. not. scum." Gregorii's gritted his teeth, the anger he tried to repress came back, "And leave her to die!" he suddenly snapped, ""Gregorii. We have stolen a wagon, as well as fought against men doing what is legal. Despite what we thought is right, we are still scum in their eyes. And they will realize that soon enough."" Culmith told Gregorii, who hated the word scum, there was a fine line between Scum and Criminals, one broke the law for their own selfish needs, the other just broke the law, Gregorii was a criminal, but he was not a scumbag. "If we run!" Gregorii yelled "We would have done all this for nothing!, NOTHING!" Culmith stroked his chin, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder to calm him down, "Ok, Gregorii. We will save the girl." he agreed with Gregorii, who nodded silently then sat back down, whipping the horses so the wagon will keep moving, "If we run!" Gregorii yelled "I'm sorry" he apologized, the anger in him dissipating, he like a little child he let his anger take hold of him, whenever he liked it or not, he was not a child anymore, the gods took that away from him. The guilt settled in Gregorii, his hands were bloody, he needed to rescue the girl, it was the only way to wash the blood on his hands.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

this is the first time I've ever seen someone mention spell components, every game I'm in just forgets that they exist lol

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

Boram pulled another bolt out of his quiver, loading it onto the crossbow, his hand shivering and trembling like a lost child, he aimed it at a Bandit known as Boris, Though this was nothing at all like hunting deer, he still had some tricks up his sleeve, he aimed the crossbow at the Bandit's kneecap, one hit and it would send the bandit spiraling to the ground, he aimed the crossbow and fired, sending the bolt flying through the air with a horrendous whistle, which was drowned out by the screaming and yelling of combat, the Bolt smacked into the bandit's kneecap, twisting his leg to the left, and causing the bandit to wobble, if he didn't regain his balance, he would be sent tumbling down like a tree without a stump.

But then in the corner of his eye, he noticed that the captain ran off, a surge of happiness struck him, they won!, the bandit's are just running off!, he laughed manically, he jumped out of the bush, full of joy!, he rolled around the ground, kissing it. he never felt so happy in his life, the gods answered his prayers, he was going to see the sun set, he was going to see his family again!. "WE WON!, WE WON!" he yelled, he drunk in the air like booze, tears of joy coming from his eyes, there was a chance, a chance that'd he'd make it home alive.

Boram uses Trip Attack!

It was super effective! (rolled a 19 to hit, dealing 10 Damage to Borris)
Borris needs to do a STR check, if he gets under 13, he will trip and fall down. losing his next turn
Boram also ditches cover and starts to roll around on the ground like a madman

Attack roll link: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4938 Damage roll link: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4939

@rush99999 Your turn b0i

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki Would it be ok to shoot, then break out of cover and do a premature celebration?, I want to do something fun but I don't wanna be useless at the same time

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki would it be wise to assume that we won?, and that the rest of the bandits are just running off?