Drovic drops misfortune on the half elf that just became visible (DC19 Will or he must roll two D20s for every roll and take the lower value x 1 round).
The dog charges the same half elf.
Hellhound=Rd 6/6
Sic knew he was close so he maintained his focus...we aint coming out of this one with nothing but cuts and bruises...
With a curse Saul drops his tonfa, and closes the distance to the archer, drawing his punching dagger on the way.
I gotta drop 'im before he drops me. Thanks ta Krast, I jus' might
We really don't have time for this any more. We need to find our stuff and get out.
The hell hound moves in to nip at the half-elves heels, but the man nimbly ducks to the side and the hell hound vanishes out of sight.
The distraction however is enough for Saul to land two blows, sending the half-elf stumbling backwards a couple steps, his armor bent where Sauls dagger struck, the rings split slightly.
The moderate aura of conjuration is in the half-orc's belt pouch. A faint aura of abjuration comes from a ring on the deceased wizards finger.
Sorad opens up two more crates. The first again contains useless items, the second however, nestled in against the tools is a pouch stuffed into the side.
The half-elf takes a 5' step back from Saul, leaving Anthony's doorway clear, he again chants and vanishes from sight.
With the opening now clear, the human with the longbow takes two more shots at Saul.
Both arrows embed themselves in the door frame.
The female half-elf also steps back from the doorway and intones a spell. Immediately a blade of flame forms in her hand, casting light and shadows dancing off the walls of the nearby buildings.
Saul's armor turns red, and those standing near him can feel the heat emanating from it.
"Saul, go on the defensive." Anthony shouted over the din of the fighting, moving to the burly mans side. Looking around suspiciously, he readied himself for what he suspected came next.
"Curse you!" He cackles to keep up the effect of his misfortune.
Drovic turns toward Saul and speaks arcane words. He attempts to end the pain the caster's spell is causing his companion.
Sic hastily snatched the pouch from the dead half orc and moved towards the downed wizard and his ring right after.
AH! Grozit! Grozit! Grozit! HOT!
Grabbing the bag, Sorad runs to block the hole in the north wall and takes up a defensive stance there.
In cyclopian--Tony, can you make us another door? We need to get out of here now!
Saul moves east and pressed himself near the north wall of the warehouse to stay out of sight of the archer.
At Drovic's spell Saul's armor cools rapidly back to its normal color, the heat dissipating quickly.
Bannali stands near Anthony, his blade ready to strike as his eyes cast about the room.
The archer moves back to place himself in the alley between two nearby buildings before turning to launch an arrows at Anthony.
The female half-elf with the flame blade steps back 15' as well and gestures at Anthony. A small bolt of lighting arcs between her outstretched hand and crisscrosses over Anthony's spiked armor.
You recognize this as a storm burst from the weather domain.
The disembodied voice of the other half-elf rings loud in Anthony's ears and a moment later the short blade slams painfully into Anthony's side, another dose of lighting arcing all over his armor.
Anthony tries to grab the half-elf, but is unable to get a good grip on him.
Bannali's aim is better though, and his short sword leaves a gash on the half-elves arm.
The half-elf then steps back 5'.
To the southeast can be heard the sound of a whistle blowing and men shouting.
Drovic cackles again and then his mask's eyes begin glowing red. He casts evil eye on the half elf who attacked Tony.
Tony, kill him while he is weakened! Someone finish that caster b#@$@!
Sic cursed under his breath as he heard the chaos going on around him... just one more second...then its hell to pay... He strode to the dead wizard and yanked the ring off of the man's finger.
Anthony connects with his first two attacks, causing a yelp of pain from the half-elven magus.
"This isn't worth it Nalia, let's get out of here" he calls out.
The female half elf chants another spell and the entire area fills with a thick fog.
Fog cloud
The magus withdraws from the battle, disappearing into the fog to the east and north while the archer flees westward, turning the corner of the building and moving north.
The sounds of the guard whistles blowing are close by, and the voices of men can be heard calling out just to the east of the warehouse.
Seeing their enemies run, Sorad lets out a sigh of relief.
It's time to go. We've been here too long already.
And he starts jogging out.
"I have a cloud. Do what you need to do!"
"Bannali got what he came for, we are leaving." Anthony said matter of factly and nodded at Drovic. "Let us exit through the hole I made, and you drop the cloud once we know which way we are headed."
"Just one thing..." He added, moving to the entrance and casting a spell. "While I check these, look inside a few more crates. Bannali said Firyin had some "Rare goods" here, might as well have a last good look."
Drovic casts invisibility on himself and moves out to E13 10ft off the ground. He waits for the others while preparing to cast stinking cloud once everyone is free in the most tactical spot.
Sic looked up for an opponent to unleash on after ripping the ring from the wizard's finger. Finding none and with Sorad and Tony making the call to exit; the brutish half orc made his way through the hole in the wall and followed after the dwarf while keeping a wary eye out for guards or more of Firyin's men.
Anthony picks up three more magical auras and quickly grabs to more potions from the dead, a moderate aura of conjuration. The third is the chain mail shirt of the half-orc with a aura of abjuration. Remove it from the creature will take several rounds .
From outside can be heard calls of the guard very close by, "HERE. OVER HERE. SOME KIND OF MAGICAL MIST."
The obscuring mist cast by Sic early on still blocks vision to the east, but the guards can't be more than 30' or 40' away.
Feeling suddenly greedy, Anthony grabbed the half-orcs corpse and slung it over his shoulder. "I will get the drow woman, dont wait for me, I will meet you when I can."
Shortly after Anthony pulls the body behind the crates a guardsman emerges from the fog at the warehouse entrance, a long sword held in one hand and a shuttered lantern held high in the other. Two more men with swords and shields come right behind him.
Looking around at the carnage there are gasps from the three men. The first lets out a curse and calls back over his shoulder, "There are several dead in here."
One of the other men holds up his shield arm, his hand gesturing for silence. Anthony, trying to finish getting the chain shirt off the half-orc hears the faint whisper, "I hear something in the back there."
Fearing the guard might find the corpse before he got done, Anthony used his last bit of powerful magic, causing the corpse to vanish from sight. Picking it up, he made for the exit.
At the casting of his spell the guards shout, "There is someone in here still. A wizard or something." Three more guards burst into the warehouse from the fog. The three immediately swap to holding a bow while the first two move forward cautiously.
As Anthony moves towards the hole in the wall another guard arrives through the mist, this one dressed in robes, a small orb of light cupped in his hand.
Sic has a moment of panic when he only sees Banali, Sorad and Saul. He barks a querry in their guild tongue as he slips his take into his Haversack.
Where are the others?
Anthony leaves the the corpse of the half-orc behind and retrieves the more valuable captive.
After a little observation of the scene, Drovic figures his companions all made it out safely. He listens in to the guards discussion from outside the building.
He gathers what information he can and then flies off the the lair.
They spend several minutes scouring the warehouse, trying to find the elusive spellcaster. Soon there are a dozen or so guards in the area examining things inside and talking about the deaths. You can hear crates being shifted and contents being dug through.
"Here captain, a bag with something in it."
Another voice, "Pesh. Search the rest of the crates, and someone crack open those barrels as well. The tower will need to do a more thorough investigation of this though, so try not to break anything."
More noise as things are moved about inside, but nothing of additional interest comes up in the conversation.
Slipping into the The Wailing Spirits one at a time each makes there way down to the lair, except Sic, who is stopped by Kleonna.
"Sic" she says casually, but in a low voice, though at this hour of the night there are few patrons. "Someone came looking around, asking for friends of Vaek. A man in cheap peasant clothes, said he had some information to share. He dressed the part, but his manor and posture was not that of a peasant. I didn't say nothing to him, wasn't sure how things stood, but he spent some time with one of the girls and as he was leaving said he'd be back very early in the morning, before dawn." She pauses, "You want to meet with him, or should I send him off when he comes back?"
Relief flooded Sic as he strode into the Wailing Spirits... cant remember the last time we had a successful gig... The brute grinned with bared tusks at the sight of Kleonna but got serious after hearing her message.
You're a doll Kleonna. Yes, I definitely want to speak to this man. Peasant or not. I'll need a room up here and to speak to his girl too. She might of heard somethin usefull. Let me catch my brothers up and I'll be back shortly.
The priest made his quiet way to their lair and brought the fellas up to speed.
Some sneak came in tonight in peasant garb says he has word on our boy Vaek. Im gonna speak to the whore he laid with and wait for him upstairs. Might do to have a couple of our own hanging in the shadows and in the streets to keep an eye out. Could be a set up...shiite, its most likely a set up.
"Well, that changes things from where I'm standing." Anthony said, doing his usual thoughtful chin stroke. "I was all set to just charge in and get Vaek in the morning, but it would be foolish not to see where this leads first."
Throwing his arms out and shrugging, he nodded. "Ill stand guard if you get into trouble. A Message spell before you got talk should make things simple."
Sic crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall.
Good thinking there Krast. More eyes and ears around will be helpful as long as we dont spook the mark.
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I shall speak with the other guild members who were here and see if they noticed anything. In the meantime, will one of you casters itentify our loot so we know what it's worth?
+ bonuses for them being in the guild.
Drovic walks over to the loot and begins identifying what he can. "I will need eight hours rest to be prepared for the morning. Let me know what you want for me to do when our visitor arrives."
Sic checks the dwarf's wounds and gives him some minor healing help.
There you go pal. We've got an hour til our mark shows up meaning he's probably already scoping the joint. I'm gonna chat with the broad he spent the evening with before posting up in the bar. I'll hook up with Krast in the kitchen before hand so he can cast his spell. All good?
Drovic pulls out his Wand of infernal healing and hits Sorad with it. He then uses it twice on himself.
Drovic heads to his room to rest for the night.