In reply to Scavius of Shadow Street (msg # 62):

Cornelius quickly grabbing fist-fulls of chips and shoving them into his pocket, takes another shot at the zombie, reaching out his hand with purple lightning shooting from his bracer.

21 to hit.

7 damage.

In reply to Dr. Cornelius Hammerstrike (msg # 63):


THAT.  WAS.  NEW!!!!

She rages, punctuating each word with a slash across the stomach and legs.

[18 damage]

With an unsteady flourish she breaks free from the monster and takes cover behind a table.

[Cunning action - Disengage].
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In reply to Amarelle Parathis (msg # 64):

Another firebolt streaks from Sophara's hand streaking into the zombie's shoulder

[3 damage]

In reply to Sophara Miris (msg # 65):

The large zombie is definitely looking the worse for wear as it totters around uncertainly, looking for the nimble rogue it had been engaged with.  It roars wordlessly.

Remaining Initiative:

1. Mr. Sparkles
   
2. Luna
   
3. Vyrafeaeth
   
4. Zombie Ogre

Mr. Sparkles, circling around the monstrosity's head catches with his keen eye Dr. Cornelius shoving chips into his pocket with one hand while attempting to zap the monster.

<<Hey. I Won Those. Dr. Thief!>>

With one eye on Dr. Cornelius, Mr. Sparkles swoops in, attacking the zombies eyes with his beak again:

Mr. Sparkles rolled 23 using 1d20+6.  Swoop Attack.
Mr. Sparkles rolled 5 using 1d4+2.  Damage.

With the presence of a pout on her face still showing her disappointment of the vines not snaring the creature, Luna casually reaches into one of her pockets, grasps a tiny, rounded stone in between her thumb and forefinger, and whips it at the zombie.

Luna rolled 23 using 1d20+4.  Ranged Spell Attack.

The magic stone impacts the zombie with a remarkable audible thud, and explodes into a swirl of green sparks.

Luna rolled 7 using 1d6+2.  Damage.

Frustrated, Vyra again clamps down on the things brain stem trying to crush it. But this time, with spite!

Vyrafaeth rolled 9 using 3d8.  Mind Spike attack

Wis 13 save 1/2 damage.

In reply to Vyrafaeth (msg # 69):

A deep roar gurgles from the Zombie's throat as a remarkably stupid look strikes its face... this is saying a lot because it is actually extremely dumb... and ugly.  It stomps over to Vyrafaeth and swings a mighty overhand smash

[19 Damage]
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Vyra takes the hit hard, stumbling backward, clearly dazed. Dr. Cornelius steps forward and steadies her. Surreptitiously keeping Vyra's body between himself and the rainbow monster, he takes a shot with his lightning launcher again.

You are supposed to protect me! Why am I the one who is here keeping you safe?! Just hold still and don't mess up my shot.

22 to hit
8 damage

In reply to Dr. Cornelius Hammerstrike (msg # 71):

[END COMBAT]

The strike hits the monster straight in the throat as he falls in near slow motion to the floor.  The rainbow fire begins to consume the monster as it rapidly bloats, it projectile vomits black ichor covered in polychromatic flames covers the party, floor and several nearby customers.

[Dex Checks please.  DC 12 or take 5 ice damage.  Half on success]

The ogre falls to the ground continuing to swell until it ruptures with a putrid smell and distressingly loud farting sound as it deflates, the flames consuming it to bones in mere seconds.

[Notice Checks please.]
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In reply to Scavius of Shadow Street (msg # 72):

Brandwin charges through the burning black vomit, heedless of the damage to herself or her clothes and slides to a stop at Shraplins side.  Tears in her eyes as she picks up the automaton's head stroking it affectionately.

Shraplin, are you still in there?

When no response is immediately forthcoming she sets the robot's head on the table and begins to open it up with a toolset on her belt.
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Mr. Sparkles was mid-divebomb when Dr. Cornelius' shot struck the monster; black ichor coats and freezes Mr. Sparkles who struggles to stay airborne. His gooey body starts plummeting to the ground, with hoarfrost trailing off of him.

Mr. Sparkles rolled 8 using 1d20+2.  Dex Check.
Mr. Sparkles takes 5 Damage
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Luna sees Mr. Sparkles get covered in ichor and begin his freefall.

Mr. Sparkles, no!

In a burst of Feline Agility (trait) she closes the gap between herself and Mr. Sparkles, dodging as much of the ichor as she can.

Luna rolled 14 using 1d20+1.  Dex Check.
Luna takes 2 Ice Damage

She leaps across the corpse, grabs Mr. Sparkles, and lands effortlessly on the other side. Luna, without pause, walks up next to Brandwin and places Mr. Sparkles down next to Shraplin's head. She pulls out a small vial and a rose-embroidered cloth from a small bag on her hip. She uncorks the vial, releasing a smell of lilac and honey into the air; Luna flicks a few drops out of the vial onto Mr. Sparkles and tenderly starts to clean his wings.

Oh you poor boy, your pretty feathers are all sticky.

Mr. Sparkles shivers and lets out a tiny caw.

Luna looks over at Brandwin and lifts the vial up to her.

Would you like some for Mr. Shraplin? I believe he has some on his face...

Luna rolled 22 using 1d20+4.  Perception Check.
Mr. Sparkles rolled 5 using 1d20+3.  Perception Check.
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Vyra rolled a 15, but only had 1 hp left.

Dr. Cornelius rolled a 21.

As the ichor fountain erupts, Dr. C pulls Vyra down on top of him, getting her out of most of the spray, but ensuring that as little as possible hits him.

Struggling with an unconscious Vyra on top of him, Dr. C heaves and grunts, sliding her off from on top of him.

Good lass, thank you for that. CAN WE GET A HEAL OVER HERE PLEASE. MY BODYGUARD HAS ADSORBED ALL OF THE DAMAGE FOR ME!

In reply to Dr. Cornelius Hammerstrike (msg # 77):

Both Luna and Vyrafaeth notice that the chandeliers are swinging oddly from above where they are to the front and catch a glimpse of Amarel's blue dress exiting the door with a flourish.

Almost on queue... the door opens with a slam and Gold Claw Grask charges into the dining room, his bank of theradane suit positively ruined by the multicolored rain a halo of steam evaporating arouind him.  He leads inspector Tangleweb and a group of 5 Theradane constables into the room.  The room which seemed to have been holding its collective breath during the intense combat erupts into a flurry of activity.

Grask points at the mage-mixologists

You three!  Cleaning duty.

He grabs a box with a red cross on it off of a wall and rushes towards the party.  His eyes darting aroudn the room taking in every detail.  He opens the box which you notice is already missing a healing potion, he looks mildly surprised and then administers a greater healing potion to Vyrafaeth (4D4+4 HP).

As Vyra comes to he takes their hand and licks the back of her knuckles... no small feet considering they were covered in disgusting ogre vomit.  He does not flinch.

Did you and your friends take that monstrosity down?  That is no small feat.

He presses something into Vyra's hand, closes her fingers around it and pivots with shocking agility clambors up on the nearest table clearing his throat and projecting over the din.

All drinks and meals are complimentary tonight!  Additionally, if you wish to claim a room in the arms for tonight it is yours!  All those injured please report to the maitre D we will see to your wounds and bring a healer round.

He leaps down from the table and becomes a whirlwind of activity.
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In reply to Gold Claw Grask (msg # 78):

Inspector Tangleweb enters the room and immediately begins calming the situation and smoothing things out.  The inspectors were ready for battle but now find themselves instead tending to frightened patrons and assisting in the cleanup effort.

Grask, you are truly fortunate that they were here and know how to handle themselves in a situation like this.  It could have been so much worse...
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In reply to Inspector Tangleweb (msg # 79):

With sweat pouring down her forehead, and icy flames still burning on her back Brandwin has her tongue sticking slightly out of her mouth in a sign of concentration.  She nods her acquiescence for Luna wipe the vomit from Shraplins head.  She doesn't speak as she is lost in thought, laser focused on what she is doing.
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Luna produces a soft smile and pauses cleaning Mr. Sparkles for a moment to clean off a bit on Shraplin's head. When finished, she goes back to finishing up cleaning off Mr. Sparkles, humming softly, her keen feline eyes following the movement of her companion through the lightworks and out the door.

When she finishes cleaning off Mr. Sparkles, she pulls him in for a quick hug, closing her eyes and muttering under her breath.

Luna casts Cure Wounds on herself and Mr. Sparkles (linked spells)
Luna rolled 7 using 1d8+4.  Cure Wounds.

Luna releases the large bird back onto the table. "There, all better Mr. Sparkles! Don't you look brilliant again." She steps back and looks around the room at all of the destruction, and the new 'visitors' to the tavern, eyes landing on Inspector Tangleweb.

"Oh my. We're in trouble again, aren't we..." she whispers aloud.

In reply to Luna (msg # 81):

Not at all my dear Luna.  Ivovandas and some unknown competitor are at it again we know this is nothing to do with you at all.  I only wish we had gotten here faster to save you the trouble.

He crouches down and looks at what has now been consumed to bone and ash.  The rainbow colored flames still dancing on the bones trying to eat it to nothing.

Though, perhaps I am glad that you were here to take care of it.  This would have put up one hell of a fight.  I'm actually impressed you were able to fight in the state that you are currently in...

He says with a knowing smile, his eyes darting to look at the variety, type and quantity of drinking glasses strewn about the floor.  He stands up and pulls a small container out of his breast pocket

I am certain you availed yourself quite well in combat as well. 

He says placing a small handful of walnuts infront of Mr. Sparkles.

If there is anything we can offer you I am at your service.  We can take it from here.  Perhaps you should take Grask up on his offer for the evening?
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Mr. Sparkles saunters slowly over to the walnuts and starts beaking away at them, ruffling his feathers every so often, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of rainbow spewing ichor.

<<I pecked eyeballs. He ruined my winning.>>

After a few moments, and hearing Insp. Tangleweb's offer, Mr. Sparkles looks up at Luna with big, black (anime quiver) eyes;

<<I'm sleepy. Let's Room. Please?>>

Luna turns around quickly, startled that Insp. Tangleweb heard her murmur. She looks down to see him poking at the remains, and watches him stand back up, towering above her.

"I...didn't know you were there. Thank you for the kind words, we just...we just reacted I guess...best under pressure they say?" Luna replies, staring up at him.

Mr. Sparkles draws her attention with big croweyes and a gentle peck, asking to head to bed.

"Yes, I am a bit exhausted. All from the fight of course, and definitely not from anything I consumed from this fine, reputable establishment..."

Luna looks around at her companions, who are in a variety of states of distraught. She just notices that Vyra had taken the brunt of the whooping.

"Insp. Tangleweb, I'll be ready in a moment. Let me just check..."

Luna glides over to Vyra, who is now no longer on top of Dr. CH. She touches her gently on the shoulder to get her attention. Mr. Sparkles hops up onto the perch that is on Luna backpack, disappearing into a hand-crafted wooden bird house entry way.

"Vyra, are you well? That was quite a thing you did for Dr. CH." Luna says, eyes slowly drifting to Dr. CH.

"I take it you are okay. Insp. Tangleweb has suggested to room here tonight. Mr. Sparkles and I are staying...will you two as well?"
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In reply to Luna (msg # 84):

The inspector allows Luna to speak to Dr. Hammerstrike and Vyra he smiles patiently and charming awaiting a break in the conversation.

I know it is well past closing time, Luna, but I was wondering if you have any baked goods left over that I may purchase from you?  I have been meaning to put in an order for quite some time.

"Oh, I um...let me check..." says Luna, caught off guard and a little flustered. She reaches towards her hip bags...

Luna rolls a perception check to determine of Insp. Tangleweb meant Baked Goods or 'Baked Goods'.

Luna rolled 21 using 1d20+4.  Perception
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...and with a last minute side-glance, notices the smallest of smirks and a tiny eye squint on Insp. Tangleweb's face. Luna deftly moves her hand to the outward facing pocket, pulling out a small square wrapped in a soft leaf tied with twine. The scent of honey and lavender faintly wafts into the area, just barely noticeable over the smell of exploded zombie-bits everywhere.

"I...think this would be a good first order then. Compliments of 'Starry Wings Bakery'." Luna says with a soft unassuming smile, handing the package to Insp. Tangleweb.

In her head she hears "<<So Close. Almost Caught. Heck.>>"
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