Sensing the need for a diversion; Sic calls a spell to mind and moves to get into better position...this could go one of two ways bub...
Mael pulls up his hood and moves to the corner of the building at N-42 and attempts to meld into the shadows in an attempt to snipe from hiding in the next round, if necessary.
Stealth:
As the guards come up, Sorad gives the drow a tight squeeze, hoping to take him unconscious.
Grapple:
Auto damage if grapple is sustained:
The man's story is true. I saw the drow run out and figured joining the chase might gain me favor with Jumai.
As Sic and Saul run forward to intercept the guards advancing from the south Maeltheron ducks behind the corner of one of the houses.
Vaek gives Maklo two nasty cuts as Sorad holds the drow in place, punching him once in the face with his free hand.
Maklo remains standing and conscious. He screams in defiance and brings his blade to bear against Vaek .
"Drop your weapons now and surrender yourselves. We do not allow vigilantism here." The guards rush forward. As they do so Sic releases his spell and vapors of mist spread outward from him obscuring all vision beyond 5'.
More shouts from the guards:
"Spell casters."
"Encircle them."
And the chanting of a spell caster.
The three guards from the east step into the mists and lay about with their blades against Sorad.
Two of the guards from the south move in next to Saul, their blades are drawn but they do not attack.
The sound of a horn blares over the noise of combat.
to determine the meaning of the horn, though I assume it is to call for backup
If i'm really at 15hp.
If i'm at 29 HP like I think I am.
After the last blow he looks up with the guards upon him. "I surrender, I will go with you peacefully." He then throws his sword in the to the south west[ooc]M43. "Captain, we can talk this out peacefully. Vaek says trying to by just a few seconds of time.
Ah, grozit. Great, just great. Saul grumbles.
Sic hoped the others would find reason and make a break for it while they could...besides, Tony's spell aint gonna last much longer to boot... and took his spoken warning to heart...aint no reason to spend the night in the clink...
Once out of the guards eyesight Sic called on his Father's gifts and his form shimmered before settling on that of a shorter, heavier set man that was well on his years dressed in rags.
Mael, upon seeing his comrades flee, makes for the Warehouse opening that he just exited to report to the Mistress, and shuts the door behind him without locking it. If the weapon thrown by Vael is within reach, he will grab it quickly. He moves as far as the hasted movement will allow, if in effect still.
Ah, grozit. Great, just great. Saul grumbles.
As Saul turns to run one of the guards next to him tries to grab him but Saul is to quick for the man.
Sic retreats from within the mists as well, his appearance changing as he runs.
Grapple:
Looking at the drow, and realizing that he is not likely to finish him off, Vaek grows at Sorad angerly
Speaking to the captain, "Mister Jumai will not be pleased. We of the merchants guild will not stand for common thieves such as this drow filth to take our hard earned wages."
Vaek then speaks to Malko, "If I even hear of you in this city and on the streets, the guards won't be able to protect you."
With that Vaek dissappears from sight and heads back to the thieves guild
Mael continues through the shop to the ladder heading down.
Sorad smashes Maklo's face up against the wall of the small home, arms twisted behind his back. Vaek ignores his words though disappearing from sight.
Saul dashes around the south corner of the rope shop, putting distance and buildings between himself and the fracas.
One of the guards next to Sorad drops his blade and attempts to grapple the dwarf with the aid of his companions but is unable to get a solid group. He calls out in a loud voice, "Captain, there are three or four running west." Two more guards emerge from the mist next to Sorad.
A voice to the east calls out, "Circle the mists. Don't let anyone out." The sounds of moving feet testify to the order being obeyed.
Swearing thoroughly, Sorad steps away from the guards and swallows his potion, vanishing from sight.
Current AC: 23.
Current CMD: 28.
50% miss chance.
Mael makes his way down the ladder and immediately searches out the Mistress and Anthony.
Mistress, the others appeared to have Malko in hand, but as they were bringing him in, the guards and an spell-user arrived to detain them. From my position providing ranged cover, I was able to quickly slip away unnoticed, but I am afreaid the others are in the wind. I closed the door to the shop, and if they are pursued, I doubt they will attempt to return that way. Would you like us to cover the shop upstairs, in the event we are breached, or do you have other orders?
Sic kept shuffling along in an attempt to get as far away from the guards as possible. He trusted in his disguise and knew if he could make the shadows he was as good as free.
Sorad steps away from the guards and drinks his potion of invisibility.
To the east someone evokes an incantation. . The obscuring mist fades to nothingness as though burned away by a sun.
The guards grab Maklo from behind. The sickening crunch of a hilt against the back of his head echoes off the nearby wall and a groan from the drow is witness to the rough treatment he receives from the guards.
"What happened to the other one?"
"Drank a potion and vanished. He's got to still be close though."
The captain calls out, "Keep it quiet and listen for his movements. Call it out if you can pinpoint his whereabouts."
Meltheron leaves the Mistress with explicit instructions. He heads to Ilvaria's room, and he searches her desk for the papers that his Mistress desires. He also checks for anything else of value in the room, being careful to avoid traps in both the desk and elswhere.
Perception:
After a thorough search and looting of her room, Maeltheron will look for Tony to pass along the rendezvous point.
As Maeltheron joined Anthony after having spoken to the Mistress, Anthony stepped away from the door, simply saying:
Damn things locked. Could probably have broken it down, but I trust you can handle it?
He gestured at the door
Lets hope we will be more than the two of us sharing whatever is inside.
Sure, Tony, I am on it.
As he rolls out his finely crafted tools and sets to work on the door, he says to Tony,
The Mistress has ordered me to gather the papers in her desk, and anything else we find is ours to loot. Afterwards, we are to gather our friends from the four winds and meet at dawn at a bar called The Crow. Do you know it?
Disable Device:
Damn lock!
Drinking a second potion , Sorad steps over and up, preparing to finish the drow.
If they wait: coup de grace Maklo
CdG:
If they don't, just attack of opportunity on Maklo when they move him.
Attack:
Damage:
Regardless; this is done defensively and Sorad five-foot steps up again.
Saul makes his way westward, as fast and as quietly as possible.
Saul tries to remember if there's any Guild bolt holes he can cover in for the night.
Failure to kill him outright. The dirty drow was strong. Would he compromise the guild? of course he would, he has nothing to lose. Perhaps, we can use him as an advantage.
Ideas raced through Vaek's mind. How would it be perceived. Would the desired effect occur, or just bring the wrath of the mageocracy upon the guild? No matter, it was worth the risk, we will now likely be on the run.
Vaek doubles back to Maklo. He being careful, he looks for the opportune time to get close to the unconscious drow. And plant a black feather inside his armor.
Stealth +32 (+12 from skill and +20 for invisibility), Sleight of Hand +12 (don't know if invisibility adds to this)
Failure to kill him outright. The dirty drow was strong. Would he compromise the guild? of course he would, he has nothing to lose. Perhaps, we can use him as an advantage.
Ideas raced through Vaek's mind. How would it be perceived. Would the desired effect occur, or just bring the wrath of the mageocracy upon the guild? No matter, it was worth the risk, we will now likely be on the run.
Vaek doubles back to Maklo. He being careful, he looks for the opportune time to get close to the unconscious drow. And plant a black feather inside his armor.
Stealth +32 (+12 from skill and +20 for invisibility), Sleight of Hand +12 (don't know if invisibility adds to this)
(assuming this is my roll to make, add any benefits that invisibility helps, even though the guards are probably not all looking at the drow.
Since they had already used the emergency entrance this night...damn...morning is almost here already...been a busy one... Sic headed there to return to the guild...definitely gonna have some changes to coming and goings after this debacle of a night...and wont drop his disguise until he is safe underground.
Most of the guards fan out, moving very slowly and listening intently.
Two of the guards sheathe their swords and lift the unconscious drow. They begin making their way east towards the tavern. Sorad plants a foot in Maklo's face as they begin to move him.
The sudden reappearance of the monk brings a multitude of shouts.
The captain gestures and speaks the words to another spell.
Half a dozen blades clatter to the ground and many of the guards near Sorad pull their short bows off their backs and launch a volley of arrows
Vaek begins making his way towards the guards again, moving silently.
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.
Going through the drawers of the desk reveals a stack of blank paper. The wardrobe contains several changes of clothing, varying from beggars rags, commoners clothing, and a high society silk dress. There is also a small lock box at the back of the wardrobe.
As the three of them searched the tiny room for anything of note, Anthony realized just how much his view of things had shifted over the last few months. When faced with a locked door his first thought had been to pick the lock, second alternative being to knock the door down.
It wasnt untill now he realized that Ilvarias body probably held the key. Out of sheer embarrasment he said nothing, and besides, Mael could probably use the practice.
Mael, you should probably look the place over from top to bottom, see if theres anything worthwhile hidden away. Ill take everything else into the next room and we can look it over.
Will save:
Not entirely sure that Maklo was killed, Sorad drops back down and hits him a few times more.
Attack:
Damage:
Attack:
Damage:
{ooc]I think the Mistress is gone to her room for the night. She only wants the papers from the desk. The rest is ours, and we are to meet her at the The Crow first thing, at dawn.[/ooc]
Maeltheron gives the room a final once over.
Perception:
Maeltheron specifically checks the lockbox for traps.
If none, he will again bring out his fine tools and pick the lockbox.
Disable Device:
Sorad, intent on seeing Maklo dead flies after the unconscious drow planting another attack in his ribs.
The two guards drop Maklo to the ground and draw their blades to attack the hovering monk.
The captain takes steps out from underneath Sorad and weaves another spell.
One guard charges Sorad while another moves in from the north with a blade . A third guard moves in from the south
More arrows fly as well . Warren is struck by only a single arrow
Vaek continues moving among the guards unseen by currently the path is blocked by the numerous guards after Sorad.
"Grab him by the ankles and pull him down you fools", shouts the captain.
Anthony leaves the room to deliver the paperwork to Diguri. She returns from her chambers dressed in dark leathers, a composite longbow and quiver of arrows across her back. A pair of well made sturdy boots adorns her feet. A haversack is slung over one of her shoulders into which she stuffs the papers. "Use the forbidden entrance to leave here - take Cheyle when you go. See you at dawn." She pulls some kind of rod from her bag and heads towards the dining hall.
As Maeltheron starts to work on the lock box a sharp pain pierces his finger, an undiscovered needle having sprung out from the lock.
Damned fool, is Sorad trying to get himself captured? Vaek thought as he looked for an opening to get to Maklo. But you have to admire a person who is looking to atone for the mistake of letting him out of the building in the first place. That last blow very well may have done the trick. And i'm just as bold or stupid as he is to add confusion to our very existence.
Seeing a small gap, Vaek moves to and begins to climb the wall
As Vaek moves closer Maklo, he looks for any signs of breathing from the drow.
Perception, Stealth
Seeing Diguri dressed for war had Sic a little uneasy. On the one hand he was eager for the bloodletting it promised but with her leaving the compound it meant the place was compromised and that they probably werent coming back....well mother's milk in a bucket...I was just getting used to this place... He scanned Ilvaria's room with his Detect Magic spell and then went through all the bodies to gather any coin and equipment that could be usefull.
Hey Tony, we should raid all the stores here as well if we aint coming back. Loks like we could be on the lam for a while and resources might be scarce.
Fort Save:
Mael is paralyzed as thge poison from the trapped lockbox courses through his system.
Sic...Tony...bring me an antitoxin from the stores, please.
What the?......ole chap got stabbed by a needle did he...damned drow b+@%% is dead and still causing problems...just like a woman...
Sic made a beeline for the stores and the antitoxins. He just grabs what he needs to fix up Maeltheron and rushes back to the paralyzed sniper.
Here you go. Oh, I guess you'll need some help with this huh?
Sic will attend to making sure that Mael gets his dose of antitoxin.
After the paralyis wears off, he sets to work on disarming the lockbox, taking his time to disable the device, then to pick the lock after being successful.
Thank you gentlemen. After we see what is in this box, let's quickly gather what we can, then be off to tell the others about the dawn meeting.
Maeltheron will gather a handful of poisons, antitoxins, and healing potions.
Will:
Hmmm thats very true Sic, good thinking.
Anthony noded at the Mistress
Tomorrow then. Ill head out emideatly. Those city guards up top will most likely be all over the area soon enough, best to get out sooner rather than later. And theres always a chance ill run into the others.
Walking over to Cheyle, he re-attatched the rope on their wrists before hauling her towards the forbidden exit. Before stepping outside he turned to her, grabbing her by the wrist, and handing her sword back to her.
I really want to believe that people are better than their reputation, but the Mistress is right. You are Drow, and I do not know you well enough to dispel that reputation in your case. I have been made responsible for you, but I cannot walk arond waiting for you to betray us again. So im giving you a choice. Come with me to The Crow...Or cut this rope between us and escape into the night. Whatever you choose I will be free of worry.
Will: 1d20+12
Cheyle tentatively asks, "Leading me through the streets with a rope is going to draw attention. Keep my blade if you must, but if you'll allow me to walk without the rope I would come with you?"