Coming to to find that trio of roguish types still looming in front of him, Marius scoots backwards, viewing regaining his feet as entirely secondary to getting out of range of any further bludgeonings. Temporary as any such reprieves might be. Perhaps more usefully, he fires off a cantrip, attempting to give his assailants a moments' pause.
If you guys want to start queuing up actions for next round, I’ll have the roundup by Sunday morning. Missed today as things are a bit hectic today; hot & humid as all get out and my son has been running a fever to boot as his canines are coming in (fun for the whole family).
The trainer is down, Tyndal and Marius have switched places (leaving Tyndal flanked, though the rogues only make non-lethal attacks. One of the rogues is injured by the frost spell.
Eldin experiences a fleeting impression of déjà vécu. Without explanation, he knows this exact combat has played out before, and concluded with dire straights for the party. Determined not to repeat past mistakes, Eldin changes his course of action. Reflexes kicking into high gear, he rushes to Marius’ prostrate form and activates the healing wand, sending a wave of positive energy into the back of the man’s bruised head and returning him to consciousness. Eldin now acts first in each round.
Ardan raises his weapon at the trainer, intent on bringin him down, but hesitates. Try as he might, he simply cannot harm the old man.
Under no such compulsion, Terin leaps upon the elder with abandon, clamping down on his throat. Frail neck bones snap and papery skin tears away as the beast steals the trainer’s remaining years in a shower of blood and air bubbles.
Crablike, the somewhat recovered Marius scuttles backwards, not bothering to regain his footing. Out of reach of the trio of rogues, he comes to rest and raises one hand, firing a quick streak of rime at the lead assailant. Hoarfrost spreads across the man’s shoulder, and the flesh beneath turns pink, then blue, then black in short order.
Charging along the tunnel towards the trio, Tyndal has to react fast to avoid the retreating mage. A short leap over Marius brings his charge to a stuttering halt, Tyndal’s body now a shield for the mage.
Seann spits the immobile trainer upon his spear “to be certain.” Better than missing, since the target was already down.
The Beast keeps an eye on the direction they were heading and braces himself to attack anything that pops into view down that way. A low beastial growl escapes his jaws at a constant rate. *Readying a charge*
He shifts positions slightly to make sure he can't be flanked.
Should be fine. There is a natural block at the end of the tunnel, with Tyndal as the plug. I figure the quarterstaff can jab around the opening, but for the rogues to flank you they'd have to tumble past him.
Now out of immediate danger, Marius gets back to his feet and finds that he still has a crossbow clutched in a vise-like grip in his hand. Alas, it is not loaded. He sets about rectifying this disappointing turn of events.
This round is taken up by standing up and reloading the crossbow.
Combined with the damage from Marius’ Ray of Frost, that shot will take down the lead rogue. Someone could now pass through Tyndal’s square into the larger area where the rogues are, but will have to pass into their threatened squares to do it.
Ardan takes a few steps towards the rogues, but hesitates before trying to dash between them. I'm a bit unclear on current layout... Tyndal is in the far end of the hall we came from, and they're in the previous room?
Eldin thrusts the end of his staff around Tyndal, delivering a solid and painful strike to the kneecap of the rogue on the right.
Delaying, both Ardan and Terin attempt to assess the consequences of rushing into the previous room, around his companions and through the remaining pair of rogues. Making up his mind, Terin digs his hind claws into the soft stone and waits for an opening.
Kipping up, Marius reloads his crossbow as fast as his dares, as Tyndal pummels the lead rogue to the floor.
Seann surveys the situation and deciding magical assistance is the best way to go, powers up his spear with an incantation of eldritch authority.
The Lotus Dragon duo evaluates the situation grimly, and deciding they’ll receive no quarter from this party, jab for Tyndal as one. Luck is with Tyndal on this occasion though, as both strikes skitter away from any vulnerable regions.
Ardan is on a delay action, leaving him with an action yet this round, and a new initiative behind Seann, and Terin has a charge action he can yet take this round.
It seems a terrible shame not to put his newly reloaded crossbow to use, so Marius waits for a clear shot before trying to pick off one of the rogues. He isn't feeling particularly inclined towards reasonable behaviour after those cracks on the head.
Marius’ bolt strikes true…into the body of the fallen rogue. With a grim expression and a little exasperation, he sets about reloading.
Tyndal plows over the pin-cushioned corpse and bashes one of the remaining rogues in the chest with his flail, caving in the rogue’s ribs and turning his face a disturbing reddish-purple before the man collapses.
The third rogue is close enough for a cleave attempt, then Seann is up, if the frost wounded rogue is still alive.
Tyndal elbows the remaining rogue while returning to a ready stance. The jostle does little real damage, but serves to assist in lining up your final enemy for the kill. Seann bayonets the last Lotus Dragon with the augmented spear, ending the struggle.
The hallway goes calm; even the steady dribble of water fades into the background in the aftermath of the battle. The reprieve proves short-lived, however, as heated shouts echo down to your position from deeper within the warren of tunnels.
"I'm not hurt, but I've no spells left. At least, I don't think I have any spells left..."
You know what they say about the power of prayer...
I have the next sequence, but I need to tweak it a bit, as my original script has you following a dead man. I could always fill him in with “Biff the Understudy,” hah, but best bet is I will have it up by 0730 Sunday.
Had some time to kill before the polls opened, so I drove in to work to retrieve the word docs I left behind. Hated to blow the gas, but didn't want you guys to have to wait. Update will be up shortly.
Somehow, I had managed to name both files the same thing, and brought the wrong one home with me on Sunday morning. All better now.
The voices from behind echo and bounce; it’s difficult to tell how much time remains before they set upon you again. The group sets off at a brisk jog, the path ahead making a sharp left turn past the doorway. Smoothly shaped, dry walls make up this hallway, which shows signs of attempts at whitewashing on at least one occasion. Another ninety degree turn to the right and you stand before a doorway the right-hand side. The path continues to your left, and down the hall, you can pick out a large room with white marble tiles. A husky but feminine voice purrs from the depths of the interior, “Wipe your feet, please.”
In sharp contrast to the portions of the guild visited so far, this chamber is downright opulent. You step forward into the deep pile of purple carpet. The walls are violet painted plaster, illuminated by well-fashioned lanterns of gilded silver, which flicker softly as you enter. An open door to the south next to a lone wooden cupboard leads into what may be a bedroom. Several shelves on the north wall hold myriad bric-a-brac: books, statuettes, stuffed animals, a crystal ball with a heart of smoky red light, a darkwood coffer, and a second iron coffer decorated with tiny, jade bats. Dominating the eastern wall is a mural of the city of Sassarine, although something isn’t quite. Looking closer, you see the heraldry of the Lotus Dragons flying from every mast in the harbor. A pair of overstuffed lavender chairs sit beside a low table heaped with cheese, fruit baskets, and bottles of fine wine.
Relaxing in one of the chairs and holding a goblet of dark burgundy wine is what can only be “The Lady of the Lotus.” While not drop-dead-gorgeous, you would probably describe her as a “handsome” woman. Trailing over her shoulders in a ponytail is a luxurious mane of red hair, offsetting brilliant green eyes. She wears a complimentary assortment of gold and jade jewelry to harmonize with a smart, military-cut outfit of black and green, coupled with maroon over the knee boots with low, block heels. The open shoulders of her blouse reveal themed tattoos spiraling down each arm from shoulder to wrist; one of a lotus flower, the other an intricate rendition of a dragon. At her side within easy reach is a masterfully wrought rapier with a golden basket hilt. Resting in contentment at her feet is a large, dangerous looking green lizard, easily the size of a Halfling.
Knowledge Nobility DC 15:
You recognize this woman as Rowyn Kellani, eldest daughter of the Kellani noble family.
Knowledge Local DC 25:
You recognize this woman as Rowyn Kellani, eldest daughter of the Kellani noble family.
Knowledge Nature DC 18:
(+2 bonus if an elf is making the check) [ooc] The lizard is actually a Crested Felldrake, an intelligent creature often trained as hunting companions or guardians by elves. They are generally good natured.
The woman acknowledges you presence with a nod, and waves her hand at the table in invitation, saying “Welcome to my home away from home! You’ve come far, fast; even you, Dear Marius. So glad to see you’ve managed to pass your test; I knew there was potential hiding in there somewhere, you just needed a little nudge.”
Eldin wipes his feet, and bows his head slightly as he enters the room and looks upon the lady – a gesture of respect, not reverence.
“My lady,” he says. “I am Eldin Farstrider, servant of Fharlanghn. My companions and I seek someone we believe to be part of your organization, one Vanthus Vanderboren. We have no particular quarrel with you or your organization. We could, of course, continue this running battle that has regrettably started between ourselves and your forces, but who is to say what would happen if we do? I have little doubt that you can account for yourself well, lady, and less doubt that even now there are thieves waiting to strike at us. I also know that my companions and I have survived worse than blades and rogues.
“It would seem to everyone’s advantage if we were to at least make an attempt to discuss our differences in a civilised manner, and come to some sort of accommodation.
“What we want, primarily, is Vanthus. What you want, I would surmise, is for your guild to survive this day, Killing us might help you accomplish that, but only if you can be sure that we do not, in the process, weaken your organization so greatly that the city watch, or one of the rival groups waiting in the shadows, cannot take advantage of that weakness and crush you. Can you be sure, my Lady?”
Male Wood Elf (+2str,+2dex,-2con,-2int) Druid 3 Experience points-3000
The Beast stands on his hindlegs an assume his humanoid form. 1d20 3=20 knowledge nature.
"A felldrake eh? How did such a goodly creature become corrupted to work in such a group? More systematic animal torture?"
Terin looks like he is trying to restrain himself from attacking, the animal treatment in this place has left him with a deep-seething rage toward the oppressors and here stands their leader.
The woman thanks Tyndal for wiping his feet with no hint of sarcasm in her tone.
“Vanthus! He brought this down on us? He’s been nothing but a thorn since we met. A handsome thorn, mind you, but this is intolerable.”
“Regardless of which of us carried the day, both sides would incur appalling losses. Having already lost Syn, I’ve no desire to test steel against you without a chance to parley. I suppose I’ll have to pay for his return, I can’t imagine what I’d tell his grandchildren at yuletide otherwise.”
“To be truthful, we want much more than to simply survive. We wish to flourish!”
“Please, be seated; relax, eat, and enjoy yourselves, for I would like to present a counteroffer to you, once you have heard my vision of Sassarine.”
"In truth, My Lady," Marius says, his manners brought to the fore by the setting, even to the extent that he wipes his feet, "I want out. I cannot help but feel that your grasp exceeds your reach. It has been but a single day since your latest and most audacious gambit, and already people are beating down the door. On an unrelated matter, true, but I doubt this will be the last such incident."