At the Ulubelle...Scott, faced with the dire prospect of losing his jaw, tries to pray for victory and/or salvation!
As he prays, though, he feels that nobody up above really gives a rat's ass about what happens to him. Possibly because of his previous chats with the divines.
[Maiming: Shield Guard vs. Scott: 5+2 vs. 3-1]
Meanwhile, the guard with the shield removes Scott's jaw with the cleaver while whistling cheerfully, then takes it off and mounts it on a hook that he hangs on his belt. The guard then walks off as Scott gets up, noticing rather sadly that he has no weapons to stab people with. And only one arm with any use left in it. And no jaw to flap to shout warnings to people mutilating his buddies.
Mark, not really paying attention to what's happening in here, runs out to look for Rat-Bastard Gilroy.
However, outside the service entrance things don't look too good. Most of the people around have split already, possibly worried for their health, safety and anonymity. Only people left around are a bunch of somewhat worried-looking women.
Back inside,
Niklas tries to bluff his way out of this perilous situation, realizing that it's better to take the coward's way out than to deprive the world of his supreme culinary mastery.
"Ah, thank you, my friend! By breaking my arms, you freed the pirate ghost that was possessing me. Sorry about assaulting whatever you were guarding, but those dastardly mages on that Black Council ship put a pirate ghost in my body after a conman tricked my friends and I onto their boat! Now, if you could give me back my cleaver and knives, I'll be on my way, possession free!"The shield guard looks at him skeptically.
"Yeah, sure." He takes Niklas' suitcase of knives and looks through it, taking out all the sharp, deadly blades and securing them on himself, then throwing the case onto Niklas' chest.
"Hey, he's got a whole collection of knives, guys! Look at me, I'm like some kind of master chef now!"The other fellows note this interesting detail with some amusement. The shield guard turns back to Niklas.
"Yeah, not giving these back. You'll only hurt yourself some more. Besides, you've got no working arms."Niklas, silently fuming, slowly gets up and looks around for Sven. Little fella's completely out of sight, though. Wonder where could he have gone.
Sigmund meanwhile, tries to back out of mortal combat with the guard.
"I quit! You win! It's enough. I mean no further harm to any of you. I know when to say that I have lost. One arm is more than enough for me. May I grab my arm, sir?""Actually, no."[Guard 1 vs. Sigmund: 6+1 vs. 1-
1]
The guard then chops off Sigmund's other arm nonchalantly and retrieves his other tomahawk.
"Gotta set an example, you know. Nothing personal. Not to mention that those are some nice throwing axes. Anyway, feel free to go now."The drunkards, seeing the unfair treatment of their newly-made friends, begin their charge at the guards, possessed with a new purpose!
[Drunkard Mob vs. Guards: 1 vs. 5+1]
[Guards vs. Drunkard Mob: 4+1 vs. 2]
However, after the guards bash in a few kneecaps and after the one with the shield decapitates a particularly rowdy one with Niklas' cleaver, they start quickly backing off and dispersing. It is at that point that the shield guard notices the disemboweled corpse of the Madam of the house.
"Gods damn it all, why'd you have to do that, you assholes? Now we're not even getting paid!"He stands, silently contemplating his wage.
"Oh well. At least got some neat weapons from these guys."A thought then seems to overtake the man. He takes a look out of the room.
"Sweet! The other four guys are dead! Let's loot 'em! And the Madam as well."The five guards walk out of the room, one of them grabbing the black paste-knife from the shriveled corpse of one particular drunkard. There is a bit of rustling as they efficiently search the bodies, then walk out of the building newly enriched.
And now it's time for a bit of Behind The Scenes of Life Begins At Death!
Here's what would have happened had Tomcost not changed his turn:
... And no jaw to flap to shout warnings to people mutilating his buddies.
Like the guy mutilating Sigmund, for instance. Sigmund, realizing he's on his own here, tries to bluff his way into a tactical advantage.
[Sigmund bluff roll: 5]
He points with his one arm right behind the guard.
"Shit, for Velusius's sake WHAT'S THAT?"
The guard looks behind him.
"Hahahahah, now that's a trophy!"
Meanwhile, Sigmund retrieves the tomahawk from his severed arm and tries to swing at the guard's leg!
[Sigmund vs. Guard 1: 4+1 vs. 1+2-1]
The tomahawk strikes true, slicing into the guy's thigh and going more than halfway through, leaving the leg hanging limply and making the guard fall over!
[Guard 1 endurance roll: 6]
The guard, caught off guard, desperately tries to hurl the tomahawk at Sigmund's head!
[Guard 1 vs. Sigmund: 3+1 vs. 1]
It strikes true, the blade of the tomahawk landing right in the bridge of Sigmund's nose, penetrating to the brain!
[Sigmund will roll: 1]
Sigmund, his brain-meats in dire peril, falls backwards and twitches for a moment.
[Sigmund will roll: 4-1]
Lying on the floor, he holds on to dear unlife!
The guard, trying to stifle the flow of blood from his near-severed leg, looks at Sigmund and laughs heartily!
"Ohohoh, that'll learn ya, ya sneaky piece of shit!"
He looks at his own leg, then laughs some more.
"Man, that's a lot of blood! Whoo!"
For some reason I thought I'd share that.
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