Quote from: ttagxamm;253672Chester looks at Hobson dubiously.

"Yeah, sure, trade you for your badge..."

[Roll Command if you want to keep trying to convince him.]

"Shazbot! Fine, ring the Chief, tell him I'm going in to deal with the trouble."

As soon as Chester can't see me I'll change my clothes.

I'll also look for the others.

Quote from: Age of Fable;253688"Shazbot! Fine, ring the Chief, tell him I'm going in to deal with the trouble."

"Yeah whatever, Officer.  First thing after a ciggy."  Chester drifts off, slouching at first but gathering enough speed that he hurdles the turnstile on his way toward the front.

QuoteAs soon as Chester can't see me I'll change my clothes.

I'll also look for the others.

[Back to your street clothes?  (Speaking of which, I get kind of a pimpish vibe from Hobson's illustration, especially the hat -- am I reading too much into it?)]

Hobson scopes out the tunnel.  To his left is the ramp leading into the arena.  Just before the ramp two corridors lead off to the left and the right.  Each spreads into a dingy lounge: video gambling, food vendors, Brawl souvenirs...and holovids showing the calamity in the arena.

I'll change into something that'll give me a bit of camouflage, if the clothes can do that.

Having done that, I'll try and get into the arena as unobtrusively as possible, and look for the others.

[and no, he's not meant to be a pimp]

Quote from: Age of Fable;253709I'll change into something that'll give me a bit of camouflage, if the clothes can do that.

Having done that, I'll try and get into the arena as unobtrusively as possible, and look for the others.

Hobson's holo clothes don't offer much by way of camo.  He tries a cinder block pattern on but ends up looking like a game show host.  

Pausing near the screening area he notices a squad of goblin medics gathered at the top of the ramp.

Quote from:  The JMThe goons sniff the air as they enter the arena, catching the sweat of battle....But two still remain, standing between the warlock and the tunnel. Implausibly enough, one of them seems to be staring right at him.

Quazarn, who is brilliant and handsome, doesn't miss a beat.  "The enchanter!" he cries to the goons, gesturing imperiously back at dude who is currently overjoyed with himself.  "Get him, GET HIM!"

[Quazarn's Command skill is 83%; I rolled a 65.]

Quote from: Rondo;253647Buck shouts to the orderly, "These idiots are starting to bug me..I'm losing patience with this entire situation...I'll take you at your word; you help my young friend..keep him alive...and I'm getting ready to take this bunch to the cleaners, if I can.", he stands up, fists at his side and gritting his teeth.

"Creature!", he points at the approaching goonsquad.  "These men...bad!  They want to hurt Buck and Daryl!"

Quote from: Rondo;253649(I'm gonna look over the medics, the ground, anything....since we were sent in here practically naked, I'm looking for SOMETHING that will even the odds a bit...a club of some sort would be ideal, but I'll use anything)

Clue: 27%
Rolled: 89% (sh*t!)

Explore: 50%
Rolled: 16%

(throwin' my chances here...not sure what counts, if anything)

The goons charge forward, shoulders stooped and long arms swinging.  Buck instinctively notes the locations of the two nearest retreat chutes, but hasn't a guess what he might use as a weapon.

The goblin medic is luckier, happening on a mop handle that must have dropped out of the wrecked medevac crane.  He breaks it over his knee and hands half to Buck.  Creature stands grimly at Buck's side, and Zarko lurks nearby, as tight-lipped as ever.  The Gibbon and a few other fighters step up to help defend the fallen...

[Now armed with a simple club, D 1-4]

Quote from: Dr Rotwang!;253846Quazarn, who is brilliant and handsome, doesn't miss a beat.  "The enchanter!" he cries to the goons, gesturing imperiously back at dude who is currently overjoyed with himself.  "Get him, GET HIM!"

The goons blink at Quazarn's stentorian voice and commanding mien, staring back and forth between the warlock and other the fighter.  The goons huddle up, knock their heads together, and begin shoving.  Their wrangler, red-faced and screaming, hops on one leg, pointing at Quazarn, but they ignore him.  For the moment anyway.

The Dirty Deezen on the other hand, Quazarn's unwilling decoy, is now extremely focused on the warlock.  His happy-go-lucky grin drops away, and a fell light shines in his eyes.  He tugs a cauliflowered ear, points at Quazarn and makes a violent gesture the meaning of which is impossible to mistake.

Quote[Quazarn's Command skill is 83%; I rolled a 65.]

[NB. To truly command them you'd need to roll Monster Friend as well.  Dunno how lucky you're feeling.]

I change back to police clothes, go back to the lockers, get my crossbow, bolts and cutlass, and enter the arena, where I try to 'arrest' the rest of the party.

Buck takes a whack at the first stupid bastard that comes across his path.
Melee Att: 64%
Rolled: 64% (wheew!)
Damage Rolled: 4...+2 (6 total)

Creature looks slightly confused and wonders what we're doing.

(I don't know what to do either, but I'm not getting manhandled by a buncha goons coming out of chutes!)

I thought the goons were after Qurazan?  Are they coming for us too?  If Darryl's being taken care, and pointy head is leaving (or being escorted off) the premises, aren't the rest of us good to get back to brawling?

Creature will defend himself against anyone who attacks him, and will do so with extreme prejudice, but he won't start anything with the goons if they look to be under control and just trying to take Quarzan out of here.

My understanding was that there was a heap o' enforcers coming towards us.  If this is not accurate, then I do not commit to actions, but that's what I understood.

Quote from: The JMA commotion from the center of the arena interrupts the apothecary. "Of all the...this is fan-yarking-tastic." Up from the tunnel hunches a hulking twelve foot tall brute, followed by five or six just like him. A prodigiously mustachioed dwarf herds them along with a whip.

"If you want to help your friend, help me guard the rest. Chief Ball-tard sent in the Goon Squad."
.....
The goons sniff the air as they enter the arena, catching the sweat of battle.  Despite the shouted commands of the dwarven wrangler, they begin stamping and shoving.  Three goons charge off into the arena, swinging their fists wildly as they go.  Two others nearly trample Quazarn on their way to the heap of unconscious fighters. [emphasis added]

[Basically, Chief Tallbard chose cut rate security and a incompetent goon trainer.  Perhaps a strongly worded letter of complaint is in order?]

Ok.  Creature stands nearby Darryl as the medics tend to him.  If the goons try to lay a finger on Darryl, Creature will break that finger off.  If they want to beat on the other losers, they can have at it as far as Creature is concerned.

Quote from: wulfgar;253963Ok.  Creature stands nearby Darryl as the medics tend to him.  If the goons try to lay a finger on Darryl, Creature will break that finger off.  If they want to beat on the other losers, they can have at it as far as Creature is concerned.

[They's coming, best roll your Attack, Damage & Save.  Need a Saving Throw from Buck.  

[What's Zarko up to?]