There are no guards left up. Dhugash is visible inside.
Drawing a brown feather, Jared enters the enclosure.
Sidoze
Mijndert
Quill
Jared
Noro
Andrezi
Dhugash
The remaining man speaks magical words and once again becomes invisible.
Yes. However, the feather token is a weird item, so Dhugash is instead hopelessly grappled. He's not invisible, and unless anyone has any objection, you murder him in the next 2 rounds, and take all his stuff.
I wanted to take him alive. Get some info...
Seeing that everything is taken care of Sidoze hobbles over to the corpses of the recently dead men and kneels down. Trying to avoid any curious stares he pulls his scarf down and bends down to inspect the bodies. Once that is down he hastily pulls his scarf up and walks easily up the gang plank and approaches the others.
"Careful with the merchandise. We wouldn't want any undue harm beflalling our money ticket." Sidoze says softly.
Stealth
Stealth
Stealth
The guards had nothing special. Dhugash had some stuff, though.
Detect Magic and ID it later.
+1 adamantine dagger
+1 mithral chain shirt
Ring of protection +1
Amulet of natural armor +1
Wand of scorching ray (CL 4, 9 charges)
3 potions of invisibility, 2 potions of CLW
2 scrolls of invisibility, 2 scrolls of shield (CL 4)
Boots of Striding and Springing
You give the watch the slip, and can divvy up the toys and you hit 5th level. I think the Captain owes you something, too.
Take 1/2hd +1 hp, or you can roll.
The gear is grabbed. Quill cuts away a lock of Dhugash's hair. To the others, "A little off the plan and we left a mess on the docks, but we left a message as well. Scatter and we will meet back at the tavern." She taps her tattoo, and vanishes from sight...leaving the sound of her boots running off.
Andrezi nods in acknowledgement of Quill's suggestion, just before activating his own tattoo and vanishing.
Noro nods in agreement. she turns to Dert
Punch me she tells him but not to much, I have appointments later I need to keep
After a bit of evidence of being roughed up Noro just blends in with the dock workers as though she just barely survived the attack and leaves the pier she heads back to where she knows best the fight club scene for a round or two.
Mijndert complies with Noro's request and pummels her in places it will show without dealing much real damage. He then breaks his own nose and roughs himself up a bit more. On his way off the ship, he grabs a crate or barrel to appear occupied with work.
Sometime later, he'll check the crate to see what's in it, probably disappointed by imported rags or some such.
Dert meet me at warehoushe 6 by pier 8. there is shomething there you might be intereshted in
Noro will bring Dert into the the bloody world of underground bare knuckle fighting scene.
keep the tatoosh covered they don't like fightersh affiliated with gangsh or crime boshses guessh they worry about retaliation or shomething.
Noro introduces him to some people. intershted in finding a match up? makesh good money
Jared pulls a scarf up over his mouth, as if to ward the chill night air. If there are any that are still alive, but unconscious... He tries to stabilize them, putting 10gp in the pocket of each.
Walking into town, he finds maker of instruments and buys a replacement.
Between stealth and acrobatics (roof runner) he vanishes and is away from the crime scene.
Mijndert show sup to warehouse 6 still looking a bit roughed up. He listens to Noro's introduction to her world and looks around.
It's a bit tough to hide these. He says gesturing to the matching tattoos on his face.
After a moments pause, watching one fighter pummel another on the floor. Think a mask'd work? he asks with a grin
A few hours later he leaves the warehouse with Noro, a bit beaten, but certainly still grinning. He did well for a newcomer, his take for the evening goes towards drinks at the tavern.
My tooth is still loose from that tiny blue girl. What was her name? That was a hell of a punch.
He offers Noro half of whatever exotic drink the barkeep gave him for the gold.
noro accepts.
I think mashk did you well, and not bad for a firsht night. I shometimes take falls once in awhile keepsh me from getting to popular and drawing attenshion. itsh always a good way to vent shome frustration, especially shince we can't go punching Sid
Noro luaghs at that last comment remebering the argument they had when they first met.
after some time Besht we go find Quill before were too late
You can have Sid. I'm gonna toss Jared in the river. He takes a long pull off the drink he's holding and, affecting a noble accent, bows saying After you, my lady. His tone says nothing of romantic intent. He's simply cracking a joke with a friend or coworker.
Peering closely you see Sidoze biting into the neck of the recently dead guard drinking the man's blood.
Sidoze makes his way to the tavern and takes a seat in his usual spot barely sipping at his ordered drink as he waits for the others.
Anyone else care about Sidoze's strangeness?
You all get away relatively unnoticed, and can rendezvous where you like.
Mijndert flashes a grin at Noro as he pulls up a seat beside Sidoze. Hey. He looks around the Inn, wondering about Quill, Andrezi and Jared. Where's everyone else?
Jared enters then, you notice a different instrument. Non-chalantly, he makes his way over and slips into a seat at the table. He nods greeting.
Quill enters not looking herself.
The rough-looking older black-haired woman stops at the bar to get a glass of red wine before coming over to the table. There is enough Quill there to satisfy those who know her.
"Soooooo, just Andreize left. He left as I did so he should have got away, but we took different routes to get here."
She takes a sip of the wine, "It got sloppy out there. We moved without ID'ing the target. Would have looked pretty stupid if he weren't on the boat. And I don't know how many witnesses.....we will need to avoid the docks for a while....At least, everyone that got a good look at us is dead, except the harlots I heard yelling in the carriage...I assume they could be a problem?" She takes another longer sip, eyeing the group with a raised eyebrow, but Noro in particular.
Noro goes to have a seat with Jared.
Jared notices she has som dried blood around her nose or perhaps fresh blood and her knuckles are a bit bruised. definately not how she left the pier earlier.
Noro has a helath portion of ale and some stew. giving Dert a salute with her mug.
Andrezi walks in to the inn with a half grin on his face and a lovely young woman on his arm. Stepping up to the bar he orders fine wine for himself and his companion.
After taking a few sips of wine, he glances over toward the other Talons, and says to the young woman, "I'll be just a bit, love." as he strides toward the others.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." Listening to the rest of what Quill had to say, Andrezi chimes in with "I imagine the two from the carriage won't be saying much of anything to anyone, probably too busy trying to keep a low profile for a while...and if not, at least they only got a real good look at Noro." Turning his attention to Noro briefly, "No offense."
N-K, what will we ever do with you... Jared shakes his head, tisking. But, the smile on his face shows he's just chiding.
Sidoze nods to Mijn as he sits then regards the others as they arrive. Turning he looks at Quill and asks for the lock of hair. After that he says "That was very sloppy. But least we know you new meat can hold your own."
Mijndert raises his mug to Noro in response.
I'm kinda curious 'bout that myself. Mijndert looks at Jared, What the Hells were you doing?
Jared meets the thug's eyes.
You mean when I deduced the mark's location, moved in or when I took him down? You were there.
Hm? Oh, nah. Dat wasn't it. Lessee... What'd I mean. Oh, yeah... When you ignored da plan and went off hotshotting for da Gods only know wha' reason. You didn' deduce a damn fing, Music-Man. You lucked out.
Mijndert Harrumphs, An' before you go glory houndin', we all took him down, you jus hit 'im first with dat feather.
Noro just sits and has her drink and meal and mumbles something not really dorested at anyone.
[smallerdeduced the mark's location? was that before or after I told everyone he was on the boat/smaller]
Noro chugs the last of her ale and orders another.
Jared considers the other man's words.
No glory hounding... truth is, would rather you forget I was involved. He was either mobile or on the vessel. I took the carriage first, based on conversations between the veteran parties. Jared nods to Andrezi and Sidoze. Then I moved towards the vessel.
Just stating what happened, and glad it's over. Thank you all for backing my play. It's appreciated and will not be forgotten.
And, truth be told... I failed. Had I succeeded, I would have reached him without the senseless bloodshed. I appreciate your methods in that regard, Sir.
Music-man reaches for some bread.
The news spreads fast. By the time you meet, you hear mentions of Dhanush Dhugash of Jamelray. Folks are saying he died on the docks.
Quill pushes the lock across the table, tied now with a piece of black ribbon. "Grabbed it for proof. Everyone knows he is dead, let's just hope only the interested parties know it was us. That there being the cinch. Still would have preferred to slay him in an alley. I don't like being exposed like this. Too easy for someone to flip us to the constables and get rid of additional competition. We need to get paid fast and lay low..and hope the show of force makes anyone hesitate about crossing us in the meanwhile."
"Agreed. I'll take my leave then to meet with our employer. Any questions before I leave?" Sidoze glances around.
You need backup?
Noro chuckles at Jared's comment
Yeah Sid You never know when you may need a music man out there
Everyone needs a music man, N-K. Music's food for the soul... Jared looks to Sidoze.
Jared suggests the original members pick through the items, it's only fair. Their deal, their setup. We were just along for the ride at the end.
Sell what's not wanted and split/prorate the cash balance. Item value would be the price we could get for it. Not retail.
"If your coming along you keep quiet. Got it?" Sidoze asks Jared before he pushes away from the table glancing around for any last minute concerns from the others.
"I'll come along, if only to make sure he stays quiet."
You mean speech or.... Jared strums his new lyre.
Mijndert cracks his knuckles and eyes the lute. Whatever is on his mind, he keeps to himself. In as much a way as anyone can when eyeing a thing they want to smash.