Merle follws Justin (Resisting the Urge to put an Acid dart up his rear end) She pokes her head around the corner for a look as well.
Perception
Isaac creeps through the old temple, doing his level best to note any distinguishing features or signs of struggle the might tell what happened to the missing workers.
Stealth: 1d20+13
Perception (with low-light vision): 1d20+16
Survival (tracking- half ranger level added): 1d20+12Although the light is almost non-existant, Issac can make out that the church is very bare. There are no signs of a struggle, and no bones or corpses strewn about. A small nest of old cloth and straw shows where Barmy Kank once slept.
Isaac pulls up his rain hood and winds a handkerchief over his mouth and nose to disguise his features before pulling a sunrod out of his pack and striking it. He keeps the sunrod fairly low to the ground and cups a hand over the side facing the top of the dome, where light may be noticed from above.
Issac pulls the small iron rod from his pack. He strikes it against the floor, its gold tip flaring with a warm yellow light. He can see the church clearly now, and there is no one inside. The only entrance other than the hole he crawled into seems to be the front door. The windows are bricked up, and the walls are stripped bare. The light seems to fade a bit beyond the ring of the sunrod, as if the darkness was eating it. There is a hushed feeling of deep time and quiet here, like ancient things brooding over incidents that occured long eons ago.
Issac casts about, looking for anything of interest. The interior is very bare, only a few small pieces of masonry on the floor. A thick layer of dust coats much of the floor, except where the nest, the hole and the doorway are located. As Issac examines the walls he notes something strange.
Spaced evenly around the walls are six odd stones, incorporated into the structure of the wall. Where most of the building blocks are typical grey granite, these are six-feet-high black-basalitic rectangles, set vertically where the other commoner stones are set horizontally. Issac creeps closer and notes that if he stares hard enough the black stones seem to have a faint greenish glowing pattern etched upon them. It is very faint, like the glow of a lightning bug under a leaf. He gets the feeling that the designs are organic in nature, not carven, but is unsure.
Issac pulls the small iron rod from his pack. He strikes it against the floor, its gold tip flaring with a warm yellow light. He can see the church clearly now, and there is no one inside. The only entrance other than the hole he crawled into seems to be the front door. The windows are bricked up, and the walls are stripped bare. The light seems to fade a bit beyond the ring of the sunrod, as if the darkness was eating it. There is a hushed feeling of deep time and quiet here, like ancient things brooding over incidents that occured long eons ago.
Issac casts about, looking for anything of interest. The interior is very bare, only a few small pieces of masonry on the floor. A thick layer of dust coats much of the floor, except where the nest, the hole and the doorway are located. As Issac examines the walls he notes something strange.
Spaced evenly around the walls are six odd stones, incorporated into the structure of the wall. Where most of the building blocks are typical grey granite, these are six-feet-high black-basalitic rectangles, set vertically where the other commoner stones are set horizontally. Issac creeps closer and notes that if he stares hard enough the black stones seem to have a faint greenish glowing pattern etched upon them. It is very faint, like the glow of a lighning bug under a leaf. He gets the feeling that the designs are organic in nature, not carven, but is unsure.
Merle follws Justin (Resisting the Urge to put an Acid dart up his rear end) She pokes her head around the corner for a look as well.
Perception
1d20 + 6
Justin and Merle peek around the corner in time to see two plate-clad guards jangling towards Ekuur in the middle of the street fronting the old church. A few pedestrians are scuttling into doorways or alleyways, obviously keen to stay out of whatever is beginning. Another guard stands by the doors to the church, a fourth is entering the large warehouse nextdoor.
Tentatively, Isaac touches a hand to the odd stones. He tries to think of where it could have come from, what properties it could have and who in Sigil might know more about it, since there seems to be precious little else to turn to for clues.
Knowledge (dungeoneering):
Knowledge (local):
Knowledge (the planes):
"Think we could deal with those guards without drawing to much attention to ourselves?" Merle Asks Justin
Ekuur's finally had enough; he knows if those two reach him, this would not end without bloodshed. He holds forth his obsidian symbol, and shouts to one of the two guards, "Hold! Do not approach further or be burned in the holy fire!"
hold person DC 16
After casting the spell, Ekuur will hold forth his trikal, prepared to use it if the second guard comes closer.
"Think we could deal with those guards without drawing to much attention to ourselves?" Merle Asks Justin
Unaware of the feline's silent, acidic, urges,... Justin takes in the scene with narrowed eyes, biting his bottom lip. His mouth forms a thin, firm line, and his eyes narrow even further.
"Yes, actually. I think we can,..." Justin answers softly. He makes a swift gesture, and points at Ekuur.
'Ekuur, It's Justin! We're here. Keep their attention, but DON'T attack them unless they attack you first! Just keep them guessing for another few moments.' Justin Whispers, his previous casting allowing Merle, Karrin and Swire to hear him as well. As he's whispering, his hands are searching through his pockets rapidly. He grabs two bits of mystic flotsam and begins to gesture.
"One conjured critter, coming right up!" The mage Whispers with a smirk, then begins chanting in time with his movements.
In a sudden blur of motion Drazek whips out a scroll and begins casting remaining in plain sight of the guards.As he finishes he points at one of them and unleashes the energy of the spell.
In a sudden blur of motion Drazek whips out a scroll and begins casting remaining in plain sight of the guards.As he finishes he points at one of them and unleashes the energy of the spell.
"Well we could offer up a distraction," Karrin suggests, digging into her disguise kit, "nothing big or illegal but something that could get the cops distracted long enough for the others to slip away."
Meanwhile, Swire decides to take advantage of the apparent chaos unfolding to sneak back to the back of the temple.
"One distraction, coming right up!" Justin hisses swiftly in between verses, then hastily continues before losing the rhythm.
;P
Tentatively, Isaac touches a hand to the odd stones. He tries to think of where it could have come from, what properties it could have and who in Sigil might know more about it, since there seems to be precious little else to turn to for clues.
Knowledge (dungeoneering): 1d20+7
Knowledge (local): 1d20+6
Knowledge (the planes): 1d20+8
Issac touches the strange stone, and the hairs on his arm tingle and stand up. The rock is smooth, and there seems to be no energy, but he feels like a cockatrice just walked over his grave. The faint lumenescence swirls within the glossy black stone, circles and whorls emerging then fading on the edge of his perception.
Issac has never seen a similar stone. It looks like basalt, but it is smooth and glossy like a fine grade of obsidian. Its surface has a polished satiny sheen. It seems faintly warm to the touch. He casts back over his travels and anything he could think of, but there is nothing that comes to mind similar to these rocks in his experience.
Ekuur's finally had enough; he knows if those two reach him, this would not end without bloodshed. He holds forth his obsidian symbol, and shouts to one of the two guards, "Hold! Do not approach further or be burned in the holy fire!"
hold person DC 16
After casting the spell, Ekuur will hold forth his trikal, prepared to use it if the second guard comes closer.
One of the guards jerks, but then recovers.
"He's a godlicker! " The guard cries to his mates.
The two head up on Ekuur, greatswords raised warily.
"Last chance godlicker! Drop the weapon or else!"
In a sudden blur of motion Drazek whips out a scroll and begins casting remaining in plain sight of the guards.As he finishes he points at one of them and unleashes the energy of the spell.
Meanwhile, Swire decides to take advantage of the apparent chaos unfolding to sneak back to the back of the temple.
1d20+12
Swire darts over to the rear of the building as the guards focus on the burly cleric accosting them. The fog and rain are his allies. He leans against the crumbling masonry and casts about.
1d20
Isaac takes one last look around the temple with the benefit of his sunrod and heads right back out the tunnel, stowing the rod in his pack.
Perception:
To leave-
Dex check w/acrobatics synergy:
Or Climb check:
Swire begins to search the crumbling wall, searching for the way in he knows is there.
1d20+3
One of the guards jerks, but then recovers.
"He's a godlicker! " The guard cries to his mates.
The two head up on Ekuur, greatswords raised warily.
"Last chance godlicker! Drop the weapon or else!"
"I lick no gods, heathen scum. And you accosted me, when I was doing nothing to you. YOU drop YOUR weapons, and you may yet make it through!"
Ekuur will use a move action to keep distance between himself and the guards, all the while leading them further away from the church. If they look like they keep closing the distance, he'll use a double move. Otherwise, if I keep a standard action, he'll use it to cast bull's strength on himself, asking the Sacred Flame to infuse his muscles with the power of fire ...
Initative
Swire begins to search the crumbling wall, searching for the way in he knows is there.
1d20+12;1d20+8
As Swire casts about in the darkness for the entrance he hears a noise. Whipping about, he sees Issac emerging from a pile of rubble topped with a large razorvine bush. The Godsman scout eels out onto the wet earth.
1d20+3
As Justin chants a swirling mist appears in front of him.
"I lick no gods, heathen scum. And you accosted me, when I was doing nothing to you. YOU drop YOUR weapons, and you may yet make it through!"
The two guards pick up their pace, trying to close the gap between them and Ekuur.
Initative
1d20 + 4
As Merle tries to listen in to the conversation on the street, she sees a few more plate-clad guards emerging from the next-door warehouse.
Initative
1d20 + 4
As Merle tries to listen in to the conversation on the street, she sees a few more plate-clad guards emerging from the next-door warehouse.
"I hope your distraction is a big one" Merle says to Justin "Because more of those guards have just turned up" she points them out whilst doing her best to remain unoticed.
As Swire casts about in the darkness for the entrance he hears a noise. Whipping about, he sees Issac emerging from a pile of rubble topped with a large razorvine bush. The Godsman scout eels out onto the wet earth.
Swire creeps over to Issac. "Hey, cutter. Come on, let's give this place the laugh while Ekuur's distracting the guards."
6 init/ 23 concentration
As Drazek whips out the rolled parchment, the two guards let fly with their large crossbows.
The two bolts come hissing towards Ekuur. one find its mark in his thigh, ripping a gash along his skinn before skittering off. After they shoot their bolts the two guards duck behind large brick chimneys.
Despite the stinging distraction of the bolt, Drazek manages to finish reading his spell. He begins to shine in the rainy darkness like a rainbow in the dark. The colors form a scintillating ray that punches out and strikes one of the crossbowmen. He shreiks as the bright light smites him.
But he doesn't seem to be more than surprised. Drazek is left stripped of colors and invisible for the moment. The clicking sound of crossbow ratchets being wound echo along the broken rooftop.
"I hope your distraction is a big one" Merle says to Justin "Because more of those guards have just turned up" she points them out whilst doing her best to remain unoticed.
Justin's eyes flick sideways towards where Merle is pointing. He continues to chant softly and rhythmically, but he nods, and his whispered chant does seem to be more urgent than before,...
Justin finally reaches what is obviously the crescendo of his casting, he finishes his final gestures with a flourish, and points towards the church. A ring of glowing symbols flashes briefly, and when it fades, there are (3! yay!) man-sized spiders with golden glints on the edges of their chitin. They chitter together for a moment, and then each begins pulling webs from their spinnerets and casting them at the nearby guards.
'Ekuur! Get out of there! Move! NOW!' Justin hisses through the Message spell, worry on his face.
As Swire casts about in the darkness for the entrance he hears a noise. Whipping about, he sees Issac emerging from a pile of rubble topped with a large razorvine bush. The Godsman scout eels out onto the wet earth.Swire creeps over to Issac. "Hey, cutter. Come on, let's give this place the laugh while Ekuur's distracting the guards."
"Aye, I don't tumble to coolin' my heels cutter. This place gives me the sodding creeps. Justin cast that whisper spell he's so fond of so's yeh ken let 'im know we're out?"
Faded from sight Drazek dashes across the rooftops at a full run heading towards the guards that spotted Bethany.
Hearing Justin's message, Ekuur turns and begins running from the guards, as much as it pains him to do so.
Justin finally reaches what is obviously the crescendo of his casting, he finishes his final gestures with a flourish, and points towards the church. A ring of glowing symbols flashes briefly, and when it fades, there are 1d3 3 (3! yay!) man-sized spiders with golden glints on the edges of their chitin. They chitter together for a moment, and then each begins pulling webs from their spinnerets and casting them at the nearby guards.
'Ekuur! Get out of there! Move! NOW!' Justin hisses through the Message spell, worry on his face.
The three gold-tinged spiders begin casting webs with a pearlescent sheen at the rapidly-increasing pool of Athar guards. Two miss, but one manages to wrap a guard up with their sticky strands.
The dozen or so guards boiling out of the abandoned-looking warehouse next to the church begin surrounding the celestial arachnids. Several begin to jog up the street towards Justin's position. As Justin takes this in, he sees a large figure emerge from the warehouse.
Fully eight-feet tall, this ... person ... had two heads and is carrying two large spiked morningstars. It is hard to make out any other details at this remove, but there isn't much time to think with four guards jingling up the road towards them...
"Aye, I don't tumble to coolin' my heels cutter. This place gives me the sodding creeps. Justin cast that whisper spell he's so fond of so's yeh ken let 'im know we're out?"
As the two whisper among themselves, they realize that the noise coming from the front of the church is swelling rapidly. Sounds like quite a do is unfolding on the street ..
Faded from sight Drazek dashes across the rooftops at a full run heading towards the guards that spotted Bethany.
Drazek pounds across the mossy slate shingles of the mildly-pitched roof, jinking among the many chimneys poking out at odd angles. Confused yells follow him; the guards are perplexed by his disappearance. Across a gap is the building where two more crossbowmen are scanning the skies for a glimpse of Bethany.
Hearing Justin's message, Ekuur turns and begins running from the guards, as much as it pains him to do so.
Ekuur manages to put on some power and distance himself from the guards. They turn back after chasing him a few blocks down, obviously wary of an ambush. Ekuur ducks down an alleyway and catches his breath.
Hearing Justin's message, Ekuur turns and begins running from the guards, as much as it pains him to do so.Ekuur manages to put on some power and distance himself from the guards. They turn back after chasing him a few blocks down, obviously wary of an ambush. Ekuur ducks down an alleyway and catches his breath.
Ekuur waits only a brief moment before heading back, waiting only until the guards have completely turned around and are out of sight. He won't leave until he's sure his friends are all safe.
"I think we need a new plan for this place" Merle mumbles to Justin as she watches the guards begin to approach "Come on this way." She says as she tries to step into an ally and blend in
Stealth
"Right," Karrin mutters in a voice that doesn't sound like her own, it seems the tiefling has found a new disguise in her kit and now sports platinum blond hair, a monocle, and has a elegant cigarette holder clamped in her mouth, "Vhat is ze plan?"
"I think we need a new plan for this place" Merle mumbles to Justin as she watches the guards begin to approach "Come on this way." She says as she tries to step into an ally and blend in
Stealth
1d20 + 13
Merle fades easily into the rainy darkness that cloaks the narrow maze of alleyways.
The sounds of hacking and slashing ensue down by the church. They distinctly hear a shout, presumably towards the four advancing guards. The voice is odd, as if two people were talking together in perfect synchronization:
"Ware the dazzler! These are conjur puppets!"
"Right," Karrin mutters in a voice that doesn't sound like her own, it seems the tiefling has found a new disguise in her kit and now sports platinum blond hair, a monocle, and has a elegant cigarette holder clamped in her mouth, "Vhat is ze plan?"
Karrin sees Merle gesture and fade back into the depths of the alleyway. With the pouring rain and the darkness of Antipeak , she is soon lost to sight. The lanterns of the approaching Defier guardsmen start to illuminate the main thouroughfare as they get closer to your position