Kara blasts one of the would be poisoners, while Lebraerio rushes forward, sword in hand.
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Balfour dashes forwards, spotting the two rogues.
"There's more of you? Don't you bandits know when you're defeated?"
Baflour enters a fit of rage and makes a forceful attack against the northern bandit.
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However, attacking through a doorway is apparently not the wisest form of offense and the dwarf's sword slashes at the air besides him.
Lizbeth ducks past one rogue, but is not so lucky against the other. Once in the room, she pummels the red-clad rogue.
Veilblade darts into the room, but the red-garbed rogue nicks him wis sword on the way.
Rilia jumps down the hatch, but her grace fails her, and she lands heavily on the floor below.
The rogues step in and strike in tandem, aiming to neutralize Lizbeth.
The vishkanya dodges and deflects both blows.
Working together with Veilblade, Lizbeth takes out the rogue with two swift strikes.
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The fierce shadowy thing moves around the last thug. Spinning on his heel, he brings his naginata around and down at the thug.
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Kara's missile and Veilblade's attack neutralizes the second rogue.
With the excitement over, you can take a look around the rooms you've entered.
Stuffed training dummies line the south wall, crude faces drawn on their heads. Along the east wall are pegs mounted at eye level, some of which have a change of clothing hung on them and nicknames scrawled on the wall above. Three doors lead east, west, and north. A rope ladder hangs from the ceiling by the west door and goes up through a five-foot-wide shaft to the floor above.
A padded cot sits to the south, with a platter of chicken bones picked clean sitting on the floor next to it. To the north is a large, empty crate. The stale scent of body odor permeates the air.
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Sitting down with a thud, Lizbeth breathes heavily for a time as the adrenaline rush of her rage leaves her, her muscles aching. The Pirate didn't take long in rummaging through all the assailants pockets to see if they had anything worth taking, not before tapping herself with her wand of Demon bone, knitting her flesh.
"Well well, that was unpleasant! We have found all of the Skulks here then so this ties 'Uncle Boris' to the drug trade. Now for the Alchemist"
She also takes the time to look at the clothes and nicknames, to see if any had any import.
Riffling through the rogues' pockets, Lizbeth finds a single item of interest; a vial not unlike the one they threw at her and Kara.
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Lizbeth grabs the vial and looks at the dark lowuid with a frown. Turning to their resident expert and all round ladies man, she hands the vial to Leb for closer inspection.
"Just a little something for emergencies! It is fairly potent I warn you, worse than the Gray thing!" she smiles at Veilblade with her friendly barb.
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Finding nothing ofninterest in the thugs hanging garments, Lizbeth shrugs as the devilliah spell begins to knit her bruised body back together.
"Right! We best check to see where that key fits eh? We saw nothing down here, but there were rooms at the back ipatairs and more down here. Also we have the rat that tries to ambush us upstairs, we could hurt him!"
Hardly waiting for an answer, as ever, the Pirate throws open the door to the narrow chamber.
Three cells line the wall to the east, each containing a straw pallet and three buckets. Two dwarves occupy the northernmost cells, and they scramble to their feet when Rilia enters the room.
"Hey, you," one of them whispers. "If you rescue my brother and I, I'll give you the valuable magical creation from the guildmaster's office and tell you how to open its secret compartment."
A desk sits to the south, covered in an alchemical equipment and supplies. A cot with an extra padded mattress rests against the far wall, a small chest at its foot.
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Hearing pleas from the room searched by Rillia, the Pirate darts to the room in preparation. Lizbeth looks to the dwarves and tuts softly having no love for those who would cage another she takes out her tools and sets to examing the locks in place, seeing if she could reliably pick them and that they weren't trapped.
"Poor souls, why are you in here? This is not the town jail, who locked you away?"
Left to her own devices, Lizbeth begins to play with the look to free the locked up dwarves, unless her colleagues stop her.
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Three cells line the wall to the east, each containing a straw pallet and three buckets. Two dwarves occupy the northernmost cells, and they scramble to their feet when Rilia enters the room.
"Hey, you," one of them whispers. "If you rescue my brother and I, I'll give you the valuable magical creation from the guildmaster's office and tell you how to open its secret compartment."
A desk sits to the south, covered in an alchemical equipment and supplies. A cot with an extra padded mattress rests against the far wall, a small chest at its foot.
"SOLD! Consider yourselves rescued by the and company. Um, who are you?"
The dwarves' faces light up with the prospect of freedom.
"Oh, hank you so very, very much! I'm Pietros Gearwright, and this is my brother Barengar. We were passengers on a ship returning from Magnimar to Janderhoff when our vessel was attacked lake pirates. Our family specializes in clockwork engineering, a notoriously rare skill set and a fact we used to make a case for being taken for ransom. The pirates handed us over to the people keeping us here, but I don't know for what reason..."
Lizbeth fiddles with the lock, but it's apparently too complex for her.
The chest in the office is indeed locked, but none of the keys Kara tries fits.
Lebraerio finds no traps and manages to pick the lock. The bottom of the chest is littered with tools, but much more interesting, is an unusual clockwork construction, though it seems to be broken.
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Lizbeth frowns at her attempts being rebuffed by the complex lock and then has an idea.
"Kara my dear, if Leb has stopped fiddling with our chest, could you try the keys here?"
If the Keys work, the Pirate will help the Dwarven kin out of the cell with a bow. Should the keys prove unsuccessful she tries one more with her belt of tools.
The keys do indeed unlock the cells, and Pietros wastes no time fiddling with the clockwork gadget. A hitherto hidden compartment springs open, revealing several items of interest.
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Here, let me take a look at those.
Kara casts a spell quickly, one she has cast many, many times in her apprenticeship.
They're magic, all right.
I believe this is what's known in Taldoran high society as a Gal-axxy Newt Seven. I've never seen one in person before. Careful, it might explode.
She carefully sets the Gal-axxy Newt Seven down.
Ah, I know this one. Locate Object.
And Cure Serious Wounds.
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The wrinkled gray thing nods at the dwarves and stands guard in the hallway, listening for any interlopers.
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Lizbeth thanks thw Dwarven captives with a bow and then thinks for a moment, her elegant nails patting her lip. Offering the Dwarves her water flask, with a silent apology it is nothing stronger she asks.
"Apart from these ruffians down here, did you perhaps see or talk to the leaders? We have been hired to sort out a huge mess in this town and we now have witnesses, as well as more Skulk assailants. Would you be willing to teatify to the sherriff?"
Pietros takes a hearty swig from the water flask while Barengar speaks.
"We would would gladly testify while we recuperate. As for as I can can tell, this whole operation is lead by a man and a woman. I think they're married as well."
"We haven't had the luxury of seeing much else than the cells down here..." says Barengar.
Kara hears nothing through the door and opens it. This room is bare except for several tall stacks of crates and boxes. Many of them are labeled to addresses and ports of call other than Ilsurian. One box is different than the others; it's a locked box with the holy symbol of Erastil carved into the lid.
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Lizbeth nods to the dwarves expecting a similar answer to the one given. Thinking she taps her nail upon her lip as if musing over a puzzle.
"What if the Alchemist was really Robella? Even if not she is clearly involved and it would be nice to knock her around!" she says with malicious glee.
Hearing Kara's cry she sniggers to herself. "best get running Leb my boy, before she asks for my hands."
Lebraerio picks the lock with ease, and inside the box is a fair sum of neatly organized coins.
The door leading further is made from steel and securely locked.