"Orrrrrrr we could get weapons to protect ourselves if people try to take our house away! I'm sure we won't need to beat anything out of anyone. As for war info, I suppose we could just wait a few years? I might be an adult by the time it's over!" At that, she stuffed her face with another cookie, seeming very much like the picture of maturity.

"Hah, all I need to find is just one weapon. One sword is enough for this gal, and if theirs a war I'll stop it with one swing of my blade." Sarah says boastfully of her prowess with the blade,"First things though is that I need to keep on practicing my blade work. I might be enlisted in the war efforts at any moment after all."

"You know... I might know a guy." Living most of his time on the streets, Dinkar had made a fair number of connections. A few of those might know where a group of intrepid adolescents could arm themselves. And some subset of that might be crazy enough to help that group do that.

Connected - Roll Insightful.
Dinkar rolled 2,1 using d6,d6 ((2,1)).

"Hmm... nope."

(Dinkar, you will take -1 forward the next time you use the Travel Elsewhere move.)

"Gah, that was so disappointing, Din." Sarah says after getting her hopes up, she then looks toward the others,"Anybody else got any better ideas, if not, I guess we can just wander around and find some mooks with a sword and do the whole spiel of beating them down and taking their weapons."

"Maybe we could try the garbage? There's lots of things people throw away!" Jaffa wasn't terribly interested in fighting much more, so she hoped this blatant attempt to steer them towards more of a scavenging mindset would pay off. "You would not believe how many sticks I've seen. And some of them were as tall as me!" As the 3-year-old kobold was not very large, this would not have been impressive to an adult, but maybe the other kids would think it was cool?

"Sifting through garbage?  Jaffa, by now you should have learned..."

Anthielle paused her words as a thought came to her.  A mischievous smile crept onto her face.

"...that we love you anyway.  Let us visit all the blacksmiths and see if we can find some discarded works.  There are other schemes we can attempt, but its easier to find things.  Even broken bits might serve a purpose."

Raga seems to like Anthielle's suggestion.  At least, she nods in agreement when the older girl presents the idea, and wipes her hands clean of cookie crumbs to indicate that she's ready to go.

Quashing her curiosity as to what Anthielle was going to say before coming to the "blacksmiths have garbage" conclusion, Jaffa also nodded to show her approval of the plan. She'd normally say something, but she was now satisfied enough to use more polite table manners and that meant she shouldn't speak when her mouth was full. Particularly when she was presently filling her mouth with a plethora of cookies.

Sarah claps her hands, already liking this idea already,"Yeah, it just so happens that I know of a blacksmith that forges the world's greatest weaponry, I'm sure the blacksmith's dumpster got full of weapons . I'll lead the way, all I need to do is get lost and ask for directions. Easy-peasy!" she says confidently as if she's done this before. She heads off to lead the group to Nice Quarter, not taking no for an answer otherwise she'll be completely lost.

06:38, Today: Sarah Farwing rolled 2 using 1d6 with rolls of 2.  Insight.
09:28, Today: Sarah Farwing rolled 3 using 1d6 with rolls of 3.  Insight.

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Dinkar shrugged and followed. She'd brought the cookies; the least he could do was make sure she didn't get lost and into trouble.

Rather, he could make sure she didn't get into trouble without him. Din liked trouble.

Refreshed and fed with decent food (a first in Raga's memory), the little girl is ready to see what adventures troubles Sarah will lead the group into.

Ready for another day of moving about the city, Jaffa began running along behind Sarah before immediately turning about-face and waiting for everyone to leave the house. She'd almost forgotten! If they were all going to go, they would need to bring the house along too! So she would simply shrink the house back down and plop it in her pocket before they left.

As the group left for today’s adventure (and she going with them), Anthielle hummed to herself to pass the time.  The poor district wasn’t much to look at.

Jaffa shrinks the house... It works! Jaffa hides the house away safely upon her person.

Led by Sarah for once, the group marches proudly through the streets...

Oops.

Until, just as they're about to leave the Poor Quarter... they run into the Mots.

The Mots are one of Vierna's many youth gangs-- this one comprised of kids who are all (the equivalent of) your own ages... But unlike all the other gangs (that you're aware of at this time, anyway), this one is all "monsters" --no humans, no elves, no dwarves, no halflings.

The last any of you checked, the Mots were comprised of 4 goblins (including the leader), a kenku, 3 kobolds, a tabaxi, and a thri-kreen.

Today's encounter is not the full gang-- it's two goblin kids (including the leader), the kenku (raven-person), the tabaxi (cat-person), and the thri-kreen (mantis-person). (One wonders what nefarious mission the kobolds might have been sent on today...)

"Still wasting your time with these pink-skins, Jaffa?" asks Graen, the leader goblin kid. "My offer to join the Mots is still open..."

(Graen has previously invited Jaffa to join the Mots, but she has always declined, choosing to remain with the friends she's already made...)

"Sorry, Graeny! I've told you before and I'll tell you again:", Jaffa shouted, pressing a wagging finger forward to chastise the Mots' leader. She liked to think of the goblin as a friend of sorts, but it was annoying to hear such slander (or was that libel?) against her friends. "I don't want to have to pick between friends! I'm not gonna leave my buddies just because you say weird things about their skin. And my counter-offer is still very much open as well! Peace and friendship between the Magnificent Mots and the...uh..." She turned to face the rest of her friend group, looking them over appraisingly for an uncomfortably long time. Spinning back around, she continued, "The...Liver Pie Lackeys? I dunno, we're still workshopping names right now. It's hard to come up with something that matches that sorta pure simplicity with 'the Mots.' It's a good name!"

Graen rolls his eyes, presumably specifically at the group's lack of choosing a good gang name yet.

The kenku, though, has her eye on something else, something other than Jaffa's allegiance. "Nice cane," she says to Dinkar. "Nice and black. Black like feathers. Maybe you give over to let us let you pass, yes...? Nice black cane be nice to use in old age... Never too soon to plan ahead..."

Sarah gives out a sigh seeing as they're still working on a name for themselves,"Seriously guys, why can't we just go with a singular word here. Why don't we can ourselves the, Uhm, champs. No, maybe the Brave, yeah, no." she says, now very conflicted on a name. Then looks toward the raven kid,"Hey, no way, the staffs out of bargain. As weapon master of the group, you'll have to pry it from Din's cold dead hands to get it."

As words evolve into threats, Raga moves closer to Jaffa, as if . . . to protect her?

That doesn't seem to be in Raga's character; but there it is.

"Strangely, the little blonde maniac said exactly what I was thinking," Dinkar said, brandishing his battle staff. He worked hard to get it. Well, he worked to... no, but he got it and it was his, dammit. "Test me and see what happens."

The kenku shrugs. "All right."

They attack!

--Graen (he/him) moves to attack Sarah
--The kenku (she/her) moves to attack Dinkar
--The thri-kreen (xi/xir) moves to attack Raga
--The tabaxi (she/her) moves to attack Anthielle (who does not have access to her shadow magic right now, remember)
--The other goblin (he/him) moves toward Raga and Jaffa

The Mots are not exactly armed-- it's mostly time for fists and kicking-- EXCEPT that the thri-kreen and the tabaxi have claws (or whatever you call a thri-kreen's natural pointy-bits weaponry) and the kenku has talons on her feet, so watch out for those...

Dinkar doesn't wait to be attacked. Even as they spread out to attack him and his friends ("I have friends?") he rushes the kenku and strikes with his staff.

"Come and get me," he taunts, even as he lashes out. "Or are you chicken?"

Attack kenku:
Dinkar rolled 2,2,4 using d6,d6,d6 ((2,2,4)).

Dinkar smacks the kenku with his battlestaff, but the kenku pecks him hard, owww. (Did I forget to mention the pointy beak, too? Sorry about that. It was right in front of my nose...)

(Dinkar and the kenku each take 1 point of physical damage.)

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Din’s challenge came a few seconds before Anthielle intended to say something snarky (that would have caused a confrontation).

When the tabaxi rushed her, Anthielle recoiled… but only to enhance the impact of her REALLY hurtful retort

“Ugh, it’s got fleas and smells awful… I think it’s been licking its own (naughty word).  Bad kitty!”

Ooc:  aiming for mental anguish, hehe.
02:46, Today: Anthielle rolled 10 using 3d6 with rolls of 4,5,1.  Snarky social attack!

Raga ignores the thri-keen; she seems more interested in dealing with the goblin of indeterminate intent.

She rushes ahead of Jaffa to intercept the goblin, lowers her head, and headbutts him in the stomach.


11:20, Today: Raga rolled 11 using 3d6 with rolls of 4,5,2.  headbutt goblin.