Well there was one time with ballgowns and assassins
Well I'm back with another one of our tales, the ballroom plot.
Again, same people
Shaman Mom (not actually mom) (SH): Human Merciful Cleric
Shifty Shaman (SS): Doppleganger Investigator
Old Shaman (OS): Samsaran Theurge(Shaman/Wizard)
Turlug (Me): Half Orc Pugilist Barbarian (grappler)
due to non-exciting tomfoolery, we found out king gonna get deaded at the Festival of the Fjord (independence day for fantasy Norway)
so we tell king that we're gonna be his secret service, and told his secret service as well
Prep is made, saferoom hastily constructed, still nigh impenetrable like the goddess of virginity
night of the event, off the bat an assassin is caught, dumbass tried to walk through security dressed as a guard.
lel our arcane marks stopped that, cantrips FTW
we don't know how many are going to try, so staying vigilant
nearing end of night, speech time bby
Investigator in meantime has been invetigatin'
shit like 10
due to our prep, magical transport is cut (1 bullet in foot)
we sealed most of the walls and formed spoofed doors for confusion, only 1 way out (2 bullets in foot)
thank god we have that rune trap to stun anyone who approaches the king… and its gone… we didn't disguise it… (welp we'll just empty the whole clip in there huh)
intelligent people commune for planning
Turlug is not communing
Turlug do, not talk
"I need you do the following"
King: "Am I in da.."
"Tuck your arms"
"Clench your knees together"
I now show off my shiny new toy from 11th level……. hammertossing bitches
"LOCK THE DOORS BEHIND HIM" le toss
King flies to the hallway, gentle landings, cause of catfall boots we gave him (and thats a bullet dislodged from my foot)
Guards first to react, they've seen some shit apparently
Assassins second, begin chase
Doors lock before they even reach the doorframe
People started running for the door… 10 of them
Mop up assassins
Last gets cocky
"Hah, we're like time, you only experienced 11 of us"
Samsaran knows time stuff
OS: "There's another!"
Us, horrified, begin burning every resource imaginable, including literal burning, to get to where the king is
Find at last
His men slaughtered, only the king remains
Doot Dooooo Doot we won the assassin game