Mila knocks both thugs unconscious.
The dog takes it's AoO on Grimaldus
Miss
Lysassa
End of round 2
Slobber
Elo
Curanor (Down)
Thug G
Mila
Thug R (Down)
Grimaldus
Thug B
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"Hey! I'm not done with you yet!"
Lysassa takes a few steps after the dog and hurls some acid she conjures after it, trying to avoid hitting someone she's not intending to aim for.
(firing into melee)
..but she ends up almost dropping her vial of acid she is using as a focus onto her own feet along with the acid she is conjuring out of thin air.
Not surrounded anymore Fredrik makes a run for the back door.
With the threat attacking his boss taken care off, Slobber turns his attention to the crone.
The Barkeeper looks at the party.
"Down boy!" He commands his dog. Then he adresses the group.
"I guess you've learned your lesson! Now take your fallen friend and leave my bar! Drawing weapons and attacking regulars. If you ever come back I will call the guards!"
Initiative
Thug G (Down)
Mila
Thug R (Down)
Grimaldus
Thug B (Down)
Lysassa (Prone)
Fredrik
End of round 3
Slobber
Elo (Ready)
Curanor (Down)
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Turning his head towards the bartender for a brief moment before shaking his head and reaching down to cast a Cure Light Wounds on Curanor he answered the bartender.
"My friend might have been at fault for drawing his weapons, and for that I apologize, but I am sure that your friends here need some medical assistance, and if you permit that I will ensure nobody loses their lives here...
"...but I am sure that your friends here need some medical assistance...
"They are my customers, not my friends. They are grit users and can become very agressive very easily, but if weapons aren't used casualties are very unlikely. Hence the very strict no weapon policy."
"If you make sure the one your friend cut down doesn't bleed out, everyone should be ok. If you could carry your friend outside before healing up, the Second Change has a reputation to take care of. 'If you draw a weapon, you'll not leave the tavern by your own means'. Oh, can you cure my dog Slobber? He actually is my friend."
"These two other man," Elo points at Helok and Needle "arrived earlier this evening stating they wanted Fredrik. Some Osirian noble put a price on him they said. Fredrik didn't want to go with them and they drew weapons. We can't have that here. After they were taken care of, some of the regulars wanted to bring Fredrik in themselves. Grit's expensive you know."
Mila takes a double move and stands behind Fredrik.
"Aye, it will be good to have the smell of fresh air in me nostrils, but we have some business with you. Please step out with us... using the front door."
"You'll never chatch me!"
Fredrik opens the back door and makes a run for it! Only to fall flat on his face as he stumbles over a broken chair.
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A mere chuckle slipped his lips as he pulled a wand of Cure Light Wounds and then tapped those indicated with the wand to heal them. Slobber got some extra attention to ensure he was fully healed before turning his head to Curanor and then the others of his party. "Carry him out and let's honour the reputation of this estabilshment.."
"No! Don't sit on me! I'll tell you everything!"
"I was hired to kidnap Lady Anilah and sell her into slavery."
he smugly tells the group.
"I fobbed her off on Pardu Pildapush at his office in the Pits. ’Nough gold for a whole week o’ grit!"
He hacks up a bloody cough, red phlegm foaming on his lips.
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Seems to me business is done here. We should see this Pilpuss fellow.
O, and I forgot to pick up my temple sword, i'll get it.
Anyone know where them Pits are? Or we could snoop around at the docks some more and look for a Schip under his name or one with gnolls. As I believe this will be the way Slaves are transported out of here.
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He regarded Fredrik for a brief moment before he used the wand on the poor man as well before shrugging for a moment. "He should be doing a bit better now, or so I hope, guess the grint got to him in any sort of way, he is or was close to dying..." He sighed for a moment before standing upright. "Let's head to the pits and get her out..."
After a short walk from the puddles to the coins district you arrive at Misery Row. The easiest access to the platform would be up the heavily guarded stairs placed every few hundred feet. As you approach the guard stop you.
"Please state your business."
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Making his way up he regarded the man for a brief moment before giving a mere shrug to the man, a smile touching his lips as if he was about to go for grocery shopping instead of stepping into a slave trading cesspoool of vile and evil...
"We are here to find a friend of ours and see to it that she can return back home without any troubles, I am sure that we will not cause any trouble and that my friends and I will be able to pass without any problems nor will we cause any issues..."
"Sorry, we can't let you in. You don't look like the kind of people that would buy slaves. You might not even be able to afford one!"
"Ah, you are selling! That's allright! In that case you just have to pay a modest entry fee." The guard responds.
Sense motive for a low but acceptable fee
1d20 +2
20 gold should get you all in.
After climbing the stair you arrive at Misery Row. You can easily locate Pildapush Chattel—a sign announces it: “Pildapush Chattel: Absalom’s Finest.” Pildapush’s strong wooden front door is locked and a “Closed” sign swings from the latch. The few visible windows to the front of Pildapush Chattel are shuttered and barred from the inside.
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[b]"Thank you for helping with that bluff Lysassa, I'm sure your appearance gave the bluff the credibility it needed to succes. Now lets see if we find our lady here, and if possible any other people we can free.
Curanor laddy, Can you stalk the shadows a bid and see if theres a more open entrance around?
Although Misery Row is filled with shoppers, slavers, and slaves at all times of day and night, none are actively observing you at this time.
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"Well it seems we can pretty much do what we want without anyone noticing us right now. Since there are closed..we either go in..or we wait here outside...or we leave. I don't see any other options right now."
"Do you want me to go ask someone where he is, Brother?"
Lysassa asks as she leans on her cane, tilting her head towards Brother Grimaldus.
"..or do you want to leave a note asking him to meet us somewhere?"
"Let me check if there is a window or back door that I can pick open"
Curanor tries to unlock the door without anyone noticing.
Door is still locked, but nobody seems to have noticed his attempt.
Ghosting Curanor
Succes!
You open the door and enter the shop.
Pildapush’s Chattel is tastefully appointed: colorful Katapeshi rugs adorn the stone floor, while water trickles gently from a decorative, mosaic fountain. Simple rosewood chairs surround a round table through which the shiny top of a hookah pokes, one braided and ebony-tipped smoking arm per chair. Beyond stands a large, ornate mahogany desk. Two man-sized oval cages, bolted to the stone floor, sit behind the desk.
A middle-aged Vudrani man, sits behind his large, mahogany desk reviewing accounts. He looks up surprised.
"I'm so sorry, we're currently closed, but it seems I forgot to lock the door. I've still got a lot bookkeeping backlog, so I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to come back tomorrow."