"Syndicate members aren't allowed to die unless the Syndicate says so. Let's not forget what we're here for."
At that, Froth moves down the street towards the scuffle. He takes advantage of his appearance as a large human sailor, moving with purpose.
Once in range he shouts out in his loudest booming voice,
"You see some trouble?" Alexander follows the big man, wondering what was going on. He uses some prestidigitation to make steam come out of Froth's ears.
At the giant sailor shouting at them, the Half-Orcs hesitate. Now that the numbers have evened a bit, and Pain has severely damaged one of their number, they seem a little less aggressive.
One of the not damaged ones remarks, "No fun for Trag." he points at the bleeding and sliced up orc, laughing at his "friend's" misfortune.
Seeing that things had been taken care of without need to involve or expose himself he made sure to keep watching the building. Remaining out of sight as much as possible without losing full view of the tavern. Now they just had to wait.
As they disperse themselves, Froth takes a closer look at the half-orcs. While wandering around armed was not that strange (he was doing it himself), it was not exactly common either. Sailors don't tend to carry weapons, and non-seafarers didn't tend to spend much time in this part of the city. As a result, pirate was an automatically assumed possibility for this crew.
Once they've cleared out, he makes a note of where they go, but then turns his attention back to his companions. "Next step? he whispers to them through the whisper spell, but loud enough that the nearby Pain can hear as well, "We have a crew of chelaxian soldiers posing as pirates in one of the taverns; kill them first? Should we leave someone out here to follow any that bolt, and to give warning if that crew across the street swarms over to help their allies?"
The orcs shrug and help their injured member into the Krog's Grog. You don't see the same military sign, but the fact that they're armed might mean they're actually pirates, not Chelexian military posing as pirates.
@The Old Salt. Uncommonly, this tavern does have a bathroom, a small room at the end of the back hallway, past the kitchen.
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Victor gets up and goes to the bathroom with Dryden close behind him. He makes a detour and enters the kitchen, he looks to the cool and immiedietly begins speaking "hey, mon, you da cook? Boss sayz I'm to report to youz, I'm a going to be tha new buss boy,
At your further line of thought he looks beet red and nervous but he shakes his head in agreement saying, "I just cook the food good sir, no need with the burning and family killing, I got no love for these crooked young nobles, it's just a job." with that, he packs a pipe and heads out the back door taking his two kitchen hands with him.
There they go. Should we take them now or follow? Alexander says in a whisper to his two companions.
"We could herd them, with the three of us we could track them and keep them from dispersing. But if you want to take them now, it would be the preferred time. We don't know how many more will be at where they are heading. Just remember to keep at least one alive and to aim for the sober ones first. Clearly they would prove more dangerous."
He whispered his response and thoughts back. At this point he was fine with taking them. It did not due to push your luck too much. The time was right if they made it so.
As pain takes notice of the group he begins heading to the piers himself, keeping on the street parallel with them and keeping his eye on them.
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Virgil is amused when they make the assumption that he was after the nobles, but doesn't correct the man, nodding as he reaches into his pocket to pull out a disguise self extract, and makes himself look like the server, and adds some mild poison to the next round of drinks. And brings them out to the pirates.
The group moves slowly away. The three sober targets appear to be armed with knives or short swords while the five stumbling drunk brutes are unarmed.
Some of them are singing. "A black ship sails the slips all crawl, steel knights of hell wait aboard the draw. Whips all crack and sea she roars, neigh the iron star sails."
Whispering to the others by way of the link.
"Those are our targets, that song is a chelish navy one. Let me know when your in position to strike. I will be the one in the mask so do not take me as an enemy."
He places a plain black mask over his face, one that could be found anywhere that sold such things. Once the others confirm he moves in to strike the one he had been watching. His hidden blade seeking flesh.
"Thanks for the insight. I'll move around and come in from the far side. I'll be the big one killing pirates."
Froth moves down a side street and then through the alley, moving quickly and rapidly outpacing the slow moving gang of mostly drunken pirates. As he moves through the dark, unlit space between the buildings, he shifts his appearance from that of a 7 foot human sailor, to a devilishly handsome red skinned Tiefling, with a classic devil's tail and curling ram's horns. He pulls up short after his quick dash at the end of the alley. While he is paused, he pulls out a sharp looking blade, and starts tying the leather straps attached to it, affixing the weapon to his tail.
As he is preparing, he talks to his allies through the communication spell, "I'll get into position in front of 'em. No doubt I'll attract their attention. When they're focused on me, you can get the ball rolling by striking from the rear. I'll be the anvil, bring your hammer up from behind them, and we'll crush 'em in-between."
As the slower moving pirates approach his position, Froth casts a Shield spell upon himself, and then steps out to meet the approaching group.
Putting on his best Chilaxian accent, Froth addresses the sober leaders of the troop, "Hey! Who's in charge of this rabble? I need to talk to you."
He waits for the commander to identify himself and approach the front of the group, if he's not already there.
When the team attacks, they'll turn around to see what is happening, and that's when I'll strike!
+ Poison
Alexander slowly follows behind the pirates as the other two get into position, when they are ready and just before Froth talks to them he casts Vanish on himself and when they are focused on Froth he walks up behind them and sprays them with colour. If Froth or Rileng happens to be in the cone he says, "Oops..."
Froth steps forward and inquires as to the leadership of the group. The whole group stops, three sober and five drunks. Looking towards Froth, one, the only half-elf of the group, steps forward and says. ”Tone down the accent mate. I’m in charge.” The two other sober ones step up near their leader to hear this conversation.
Alexander blasts colour at the group.
The burst hits three of the drunks, though one of them is so drunk that it doesn’t seem to affect him. It also hits one of the sober ones and the leader.
The second the blast hits, Froth bursts into action, along with Rileng. The leader’s head is viciously removed from his body by Froth’s blade. With a red flash, the tail blade connects with the neck of the sober pirate to Froth’s right, and the man falls dead.
Rileng blows past, two now unconscious drunks and attacks the remaining sober pirate from behind. The exotic blade slashes across the small of the man’s back, before he can turn, Froth bites into the man’s throat. Gasping and gargling poison, he falls backwards, unable to move and bleeding out while being poisoned.
All five drunks are alive, but two are unconscious.
@The Old Salt.
The drinks are well met and the nobles cheer at the new round of alcohol. The ten of them drink, as do the four slavers.
Men begin to drop, sleeping. All told, there are only four nobles and two slavers left standing.
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Virgil pulls our his mace and his robot steps out from behind the counter and strike down at what appears to be the strongest of of the remaining pirates with his mace with him on one side and the automaton on the other bringing his weapon down when the pirate is distracted by the sudden appearance of the hulking metal man.
As he brings the mace down on his opponent's unprotected leg and leaves a horrendous, bleeding wound, he quips "I do hope you liked your drinks, they're a little on the strong side"
Alexander lifts up his hands and calls down a blessing on his allies.
Seeing the fight start without him, Pain makes his way towards the group, hoping to catch a couple kills before they are all taken.
Rileng ignored the bleeding pirate Froth had downed. Two were alive but unconscious which left three still standing but still drunk. He would give their ale addled brains a chance but not at the expense of losing his point so to speak. He springs towards the nearest drunk under the power of one leg, the other stopping him short of running into the man, his deadly blade comes across with it's blinding speed.
"Surrender now if you wish to live."
Froth shivers slightly as Torov's magic settles on him, continuing to step forward, hewing a path through the crop of human flesh as he moves.
"Surrender? Hmm! Surrender to him, or come to me for death!"
With that he swings his massive sword again, this time at the closest of the drunks.
Outside on the street:
Three drunk pirates are standing, the new members of the Syndicate blur into action with a proficiency appropriate to their new standing.
Rileng slashes one across the belly, the man futilely tries to shove his organs back into his emptying cavity.
Froth obliterates the man before him, bits of flesh fly in an explosion of red mist that leaves little more than bone chunks and gristle. His tail blade takes the man that Rileng was fighting in the throat and he collapses. In blood fury Froth then turns and rips free the throat of the remaining conscious drunk.
The battle is over quickly and 2 of the drunks still lay passed out on the ground, now dowsed in the blood of their former companions.
@ The old salt.
With a crack of bone and the gush of a severed artery the slaver Virgil attacks has no time to respond to his roguish quip. He shrieks in pain.
Dryden's attack swings high.
Pain stops.
Damn it, too slow. Guess I'll head back and make sure Alexi hasn't died yet...
Pain starts his way back to Krog's Grog
Rileng carefully searches the bodies of the dead and sleeping before speaking.
"We should do a little clean up then take these two somewhere private."
"O. K." Alexander tries to avoid all the blood while dragging one of the still living ones off. "Where are we going to put them?"
"Hmph. These chumps died pretty easy for soldiers. So much for the might of the Imperial army. Damnit; I was hoping they'd at least be a challenge. Did one of 'em ever get a swing at anyone? Oh well, guess that's the down side of an ambush; if it goes right, it's over real quick."
In response to Alexander's question he says, "Guess we should have asked the chief if they had a disposible safe house round these parts for this kind of dirty work. Guess we'll have to improvise. Oh well. Give 'em to me, I can carry them without too much trouble."
"I TOLD you that no one would be able to touch me." he says with a smug smile, "Those left aren't going to bother with a guy like me when you're standing there far scarier than me."
"Drunks hardly make for tactful opponents. Anyone with sense would kill you first and run from Froth. Now if you don't mind being seen at the sight of a slaughter. Start looking for a place to get out of the open."
One little ambush gone well on drunks no less does not make you anything special or worthy of boast. As far as he was concerned their job was half done and they were no where near in the clear. Even in this place, multiple murders was still a heavy crime and he had no intention of getting captured or accused of any of it. After making sure nothing of note or use is on the bodies he has them piled and tosses a flask of acid on the lot. That should make things harder for anyone to tell anything about them, at least baring magic. He then looks around while searching his memory for a place to conduct their business.
*Casts Detect Magic*
He then looks around while searching his memory for a place to conduct their business.
Froth accepts the forms of the two men, taking a minute to tie them tightly before bundling them over his shoulders. "Which way?"
Froth racks his mind, thinking of anywhere he might know to take the gents.
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Virgil grabs a bottle at his side and drinks it becoming much more bulky and slightly taller, his voice becoming deeper when he talks as he strikes the next pirate "ahh much better, now then, you noble bastards, like the options I gave the cook, you have three, one, you lay down any armor, weapons, gold, jewelery and magic items you have on your person, and you can run away safely, two I kill you like the pirates and take it that way, three you run away without leaving a tribute and I track you down and kill you, your guards and your family, perhaps break into your vault too while I'm at it, or simply burn your houses down, and don't think I couldn't, you are rather public faces he says causally slaughtering pirates as he talks to the nobility
@ The Old Salt.
The noble's laugh at Virgil's attempt to threaten them. They are either to intoxicated to care, or his larger form doesn't frighten them.
Dryden slams into the uninjured slaver. He flinches and winces in pain but doesn't go down.
The first slaver falls unconscious from his initial blow received.
Two nobles attack Dryden and two attack Virgil, they brandish well made daggers and advance.
Virgil's mace eradicates the remaining slaver's face. He drops to the floor, face down in a pool of his own blood.
@The street murder scene.
Glancing around, Rileng knows that due to the nature of the people that live in this area. Many are at sea for months at a time and there are more than likely many empty hovels in the slums that run along the alleyways aside the main road.
@The Old Salt.
Virgil bashes one of the Nobles in the face and his teeth fly out, he crumples to the ground. Virgil's monstrous bite is ducked by the second noble.
Dryden's first attack is dodged by the light footed young man but his second slams home.
Rileng collects the items he finds on the men. They could go through them in detail later, the syndicate would get their cut before anything. He for one was not going to short change them in anyway.
"Most of these houses should be empty. We find one and drag all of them into it. A blood stain on the street is more common then bodies and should not draw any attention to the area."
@ The Old Salt.
Virgil cracks another noble in the temple, he staggers but doesn't fall.
Dryden's bite and first slam are dodged by the nimble lad, who is now mockingly taunting you. "Son of a whore, this is what you get when you attack your betters!"
Dryden's second slam rocks him in the stomach.
Dryden dodges both attacks with metallic shift.
@On the Street.
To the west, dark alley awaits, creaking wood shanties with no candles fill the tight space. Rags cover windows and blow in the evening breeze.
Poking a head in, Alexander says "Port inspection!" and waits for a few moments for an answer. None comes. Giving the all clear, Rileng and Froth drag the unconscious drunks into the hut.