Sure. Running. I can do that. With a heavy sigh, and quick prayer to whatever deity that's in charge of settling stomachs, Saul takes off to the west.
Only to stop short at the entrance to the dark room.
Though I'm better at it when I can see where I'm going.... Saul grumbles to himself.
Cursing under his breath, the dwarf chases after.
Satisfied that enough of his companions had headed out the door before himself, Anthony followed, moving up behind Saul who was eyeing the pitch blackness of the corridor.
Trouble seeing? Give me a second and ill help you with that.
Mael yells back over his shoulder.
I need some light in here!
He then proceeds towards the exit at P-31.
At Maeltheron's urgent sounding request; Sic dropped the things in his hands and started making his way towards the sniper.
Vaek charges the drow, blade swinging, but the drow sidesteps the attack.
Maeltheron makes his way through the dark room till he finds the western wall.
From his vantage Vaek can see that Maklo is about three quarters the way up the ladder, scrambling desperately higher.
"Were going to lose him!" Vaek shouts seeing the drow scamper up the ladder.
I could shoot the bastard if I had some light!
I can only move so fast elf! I thought your kind could see in the dark?
Ha! I only wish!
attack:
Damage:
Sorad smashes in the nose of the drow in front of the door, dropping him in a spray of blood.
The other turns and runs .
Maklo disappears through the hole into the rope shop above. The trap door slams shut, echoing into the corridor.
"Ok lets try this one more time" Anthony muttered to himself. He had surely done his part this night, but he wasnt satisfied with having been bested so handily in combat. Taking a series of quick strides he swung at the rearmost Drow.
Mael draws his curveblade and runs down the hallway in pursuit of the first Drow up the ladder.
Vaek makes chase down the corridor.
Sic moves as fast as he can to catch up to the dark blind sniper.
trip attempt:
Vaek makes chase down the corridor.
[dice=attack]1d20+8
Acrobatics:
Mael tries to slip by and climb the ladder.
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Vaek leaps past the fallen drow as he heads up the ladder he shouts back to Sicvicus, "Don't worry, we left one behind for you Sic!
That drow's death will be less then pleasant
Sorry lady, but I guess tonight's just not your night.
With Saul taking out the second drow, Sorad rushes up the ladder to find Maklo.
Sorad trips the drow woman and both Vaek and Maeltheron leap over her.
Saul runs forward slamming the drow in the side of the hide with the tonfa. Anthony also pushes forward catching her in the ribs with a well placed punch. The woman falls to the ground unconscious.
Vaek, Maeltheron and Sorad race towards the ladder.
Trying to scramble up the ladder as quickly as he can, he pushes open the trap door
Upon getting up the the upper level, Vaek takes a quick scan to see where the drow fled too.
Mael stays right on Vaek's heels.
Do you see him Vaek?
Anthony had had enough running about for one night and decided his presence in a chase most likely wouldnt make or break the pursuit...Or atleast it shouldnt with five of them. Casting yet another spell while hearing the suits voice in his head utter the words "Stores depleted" he quickly shouted after the group as they rushed the ladder.
Thats the last of my power for the day gentlemen, make it count. Ill stay here just in case.
The way forward looked blocked for a second as his pals tried get up the ladder so Sic decided to finish off the drow that was out cold at his feet. He lifted his ax with both hands and swung it down hard.
You aint coming back to get me when Im sleeping b&*#%.
Behind his metal exterior Anthony scowled in Sics direction as the mans axe sank into its helpless victim with a hollow thud followed by the soft squelching as he retrieved it, a frothing bubbling sound issuing from the corpse as air escaped from withing the gaping chasm left by the blade. Probably from a swiftly collapsing lung.
He wondered briefly at when it had all gone so wrong, that he was feeling equal measures of comtempt and respect for Sics actions.
Not wanting to dwell on his conflicting opinions he turned to leave the room, a little quicker than before.
Anthony's enchantment settles in the group, giving a burst of speed and renewed vigor.
Sic dismembers one of the unconscious drow lying at his feet.
Inside the rope shop is dark. Even with dark vision there is no sign of life or movement.
Maeltheron follows up behind Vaek, but is unable to see in the dark interior of the shop and stumbles along. Sorad pushes past him catching up to Vaek.
A bed adorns the southwest corner of the priestesses room. A single red silk sheet covers it.
A desk rests against the east wall, a small stack of papers sitting on the north end of it. A simple ink well and quill near the stack.
In the southwest corner is an oak wardrobe. The lower half contains three closed drawers, the upper half a cabinet with the doors closed.
"He's going east. I will follow through the window, perhaps you can cut him off if he turns south. It may be a challenge to bring him in without causing suspicion. We will deal with that after we have him though." Vaek exclaims as he times his jump through the window.
Vaek leaps through the open shutters, arcing his back to avoid hitting the side of the building. After getting his bearings, he sprints towards the drow.
Mael, will run (Hasted double move) out of the front of the building at Vaek's words and look immediately to the North to see if the quarry turned South to his position or is continuing East.
Perception:
Sorad jumps quickly after the ninja and follows after the drow.
Acrobatics:
Sic took the ladder up as soon as possible and follows after his pals testing the air to see if he can detect any particular scents.
Anthony looked back at Sic leaving, having been twarted by a simple lock. Noting that Sic had left one unconcious drow alive on the floor he called to the mistress.
Mistress, got another one bleeding out here. Should I let nature run its course or intervene?
Saul pulls himself over the ladder, the adrenalin finally burning through the remnants of whatever poison was used on him.
His head swings around taking note of his comrades, and keeping his eyes open for drow reinforcements.
The mistress takes a look at the drow lying on the ground. "I have no need of that one. She will know nothing - let her bleed."
Sic and Saul give join in the chase, their magically enhanced speed allowing them to quickly reach the top of the ladder into the rope shop.
Maeltheron stumbling through the dark makes his way to the front entrance and turns the lock, stepping out into the night.
Vaek and Sorad catch up to Maklo, Sorad circling around him to cut him off from escape. The drow gives a loud shout trying to keep away from the two of them. He holds a long blade in one hand.
To the east, in the direction of The Wailing Spirits someone shouts something.
Maklo attempts to dodge past his assailants.
Oh, no you don't.
Grapple:
Mael moves quickly to 0-42 and fires a Blue Whinnis arrow at the Drow attempting to be grappled by Sorad.
LB ATT:
LB DAM:
Blue Whinnis Poison on Arrow - DC 14
Vaek loops around above flanking the drow.
"We need to get off the streets quickly. It will be easier to heal Maklo up later."
Sorad attempts to grab the fleeing drow, getting a hand hold of his clothing, but Maklo breaks through the grip.
Yes, I will move to the corner and loose the arrow. Should I re-roll, or will you take the roll above.
Sic bolted out the open door just making the street.
Growling is frustration, Sorad tackles the drow a second time.
Charge grapple:
With the light of the moon and stars to see by Maeltheron runs northward to get a bead on the fleeing drow. The arrow flies past Maklo's head, narrowly missing.
Vaek charges after him, blade tearing into the leather armor and clothing worn by the drow and leaving him wounded as Sorad gets a solid group upon him, evading Maklo's wild swing at him.
Sic bursts out of the rope shop and moves to join Maeltheron.
Maklo tries to break free of Sorad's grip but is held fast.
A number of city guardsmen in chain shirts and wielding short blades come around the corners of the building. They call out with yells and shouts.
"Lay down your weapons immediately."
"Captain, we've a fight here."
"That's a bloody drow."
And from somewhere near the brothel, "Hansen, Rigels, get your backsides out here."
Saul runs, trying to position himself between the Sorad, Vaek and the guards.
Vaek speaking to the guards"There is no fight here captain. This dirty drow stole from one of our fine glass makers in city. Mister Jumai."
Bluff
Haste Round 3
Vaek takes a swing at the drow.
"My name is James, I guard Mister Jumai's store. This thief.. I tracked him back here. Let's not have further blood this night."
Vaek takes what he hopes is a final swing to finish off the drow.
Vaek speaking to his comrades