The rest as Csiza slides easily into the foggy window avoiding the shards of glass that can cut flesh to the bone Gethric goes towards the fron roaring a storm as the two front guards come around to the side to see what's going on. The guard in the back does as instructed and simply waits.
You
Gethric
Csiza
Psyana
Lilith
Felgrael
Them
Group is up!
Csiza spots no alternate exit out of the room as she hears more activity happening within the house.
Gethric, swinging bloodied chain in hand moves towards the front adn finds that all the guards in the courtyard have been killed.
Psyana slips into the window with Csiza.
So what's Lilith doing?
Cats
Felgrael
Turning over in his sleep the man grumbles agrily about noisy cats. Felgrael's turn is up.
"Damn sloppy work. Professional as a thug shaking down a street walker."
Lilith slurs in the language of devils, her expression pinched. "At the very least, at the end of this... disgusting display, I can honestly say that I have not the displeasure of finding myself acquainted with a single one of you," she hisses and moves with Squid towards the second floor.
"The most professional thing to be done now is to ensure that the target is spread across his hallowed halls as well, hmm?"
Content that the need for absolute stealth within the compound has long past them, Gethric starts humming as he stalks the grounds gore-covered and with spiked chain soaked in blood.
As Gethric struts the grounds outside like a boss Csiza peeks outside adn sees a single guard standing by a lifted up stair case that cuts off the upstairs while revealing a staircase that leads into the basement. Holding his sword he appears very nervouse as their is activity coming from the door behind him.
Gethric slips through the window without much trouble. Meanwhile there is commotion from upstairs and the guard distractedly looks up the stairs.
It sounds like somethign has made a pack of cats very angry.
As you reach around in an attempt to end things quickly the cats attack!
Claw
Claw
Bite
Claw
Claw
Bite
[ooc]Taking 3 nonlethal as the cats scratch adn snarl and tear into your flesh.
As csiza tackles the guard to the ground the other two bring the stairs down on top of a pair of guards trying to come up from the basement. There is knocking and banging as Psyana, Lilith and Gethric bring the stairs down leading to the second floor to block off the basement and lock them in place standing on top of them to let their combined weight make the efforts futile.
The grappled guard, suddenly struggling for life or death whips his club around while struggling fiercely landing a solid blow on her face and shattering her nose.
Meanwhile up above.
To clarify: Were Csiza able to speak she would have told you the guard was standing at the steps downstairs. However the steps up stairs are raised, think like the entrance to an attic. In this case however when you raise or lower said stair case it cuts off a portion of the house. In its raised state it gives access to the basement (where most of the guards are) while making it impossible to get to the second floor. In a lowered state it makes it impossible to get to the basement while giving access to the second floor. It's an economical way of boosting security and hiding the unsightly. I assumed that you would grab the staircase and drop it on the guards comign up rather than try and fight them then and there. Meanwhile Csiza's got a sizable knot on her head.
The guard falls over and Gethric takes his time to rip the mans throat out. As you head up stairs it sounds as if all hell is breaking loose as the guard you killed outside flees from one of the rooms covered in a number of deep scratches and bruises. He slams the door behind him as he turns away.
Felgrael slams the door behind himself and takes a deep breath. Damn cats. Straightening up, he spins at the sound of running footsteps. Psyana tears around the corner and Felgrael smiles briefly before remembering that he's still under the effects of his extract.
As she begins muttering the words that would put him under Felgrael drops his disguise. Psyana halts her hex as suddenly where the guard once stood is Smoke, still covered in scratches and barely on his feet. He looks back at the door, his voice a whisper. Job's done.
Psyana lets out a sigh of relief when she seed Smoke appear. You are lucky. About 6 seconds more and you would have been napping with Spawn's chain around your throat. In the future you might want to let us know what you are doing before running of and disguising yourself as the enemy.
After hearing Spawn's question.
Wall is probably safer, we should be able to find something to climb it with so that we do not get cut this time. Or we could just go out the front door. I imagine that we may be followed as we were not the most stealthy. If necessary, we can lead any followers to the nearest river or pond and just lose them there. I can help you all breath underwater.
Psyana stops for a few moments.
Did anyone see anything of value here? Right now it looks like a murder gone wrong, which is what it is. If we take some valuable we make something for our time and effort, and it makes the crime look more like a botched robbery.
I begin quickly looking around the house.
Perception:
Appraise: .
"Of course!" Candy answers Squid's inquiry and laughs. "A botched robbery with two points of entry into the house, and several mercenaries butchered in their sleep. How will the guard tie this to our professional group?"
Candy marches up to Spawn and grins. "If you can throw me over the wall, I'll reconsider grabbing a set of pots and pans and calling the patrol on you all," she challenges, sparing a glance for the gore on his spiked chain.
Looking at Candy in disbelief: You do realize that conspiracy in this city carries the same horrible death that murder does. The only difference is that you would likely be tortured a little more to see if you have more information.
Shaking her head, Squid continues to search for whatever can be quickly pocketed.
We do need to leave, I am sure that those guards in the basement will take off and search for the patrol before long, then we will have a much bigger mess.
As all of you make your way out of the house things appear eeril quiet. The banging on the stairs is gone and as you leave through the window you notice that your "sentry" is gone as well. That's when a certain 6th sense kicks in your soul and you realize that you need to leave and get as far away from here and hidden as possible lest you have to explain yourselves to an iron faced inquisitor.
I think that it is time we disappeared. We reconvene at sundown tomorrow at the tavern we met at yesterday. Anyone not there will be assumed to be a turncoat. I am looking at Candy as I say this.
If there is any lake, pond, brook or river nearby, I go swimming and offer to help anyone else who wants. If not, I take off for the shortest way to the lakeshore.
Did I manage to grab anything of value before we left the house? I would have cast detect magic and grabbed anything magical if it was easily grabbable.