Uses cantrip to change blood stain same color as wrap.
Follows Eir's directions, watching for Gobbos coming from warehouse area and for rooftop watchers.
By my calculations, with the goblin sized plate mail and goblins sized battle axe, Karrin is exactly 2 pounds under a medium load. If she takes the backpack she'll be reduced to a 20 move.
If we could get Kratos (that lazy mutt) to carry it we'd be fine, he's the second strongest in the party and because of his status as a quadruped he can carry more stuff then Karrin.
Ffethpaar looks at Swift again.
"I fear we may have to leave the box as it is too hard to carry between two people while running. If we leave it in the doorway it may well help us by slowing the pursuit down a bit. You have the money, it should be enough. Our job is not killing and looting, but solving problems for our clients. Think of it like that."
Greep and the gang peer into the quiet alleyway. Swift and Ffethpaar look undecided, still carrying the brass-bound cashbox.
Rat Twitch Alley is still, but a few meters away the normal Before Peak noise of wagons and beings heading to their jobs echoes into the foggy morning. There's a real Cage Fog brewing, but this might be a good thing, as it will mask your movements.
Greep scuttles to the mouth of the alley, looking for any sign of goblin persuit, scanning the skies as well. He doesn't spot anyone on the nearby roofs, but he swears he hears wings flapping like a big bird high up above the street. Despite the thick fog, he definately hears goblinoid shreiks coming from over Crackskull Close way. There's trouble a-brewin'
Ffethpaar is starting to lose his calm, thoughtful nature
"Friends, we need to be decisive now. We need to be among people. Let us go to where the crowds are."
He starts to move towards Crackskull Close pulling Swift along with him (and the box). He does slightly regret offering to help her carry it but hopes that the tibbit will see sense if things get dangerous. Truth to tell, he is in a bit of shock at the way everyone started looting the bar. That doesn't tally with the way things Ought To Be, nor with what he thinks the job is about. But he does realise that he is a bit of a fish out of water here in Sigil, so he will need to make adjustments in his expectations of others. The world is different here. These are, after all his comrades and he will not let them down.
By my calculations, with the goblin sized plate mail and goblins sized battle axe, Karrin is exactly 2 pounds under a medium load. If she takes the backpack she'll be reduced to a 20 move.
...Truth to tell, he is in a bit of shock at the way everyone started looting the bar...
If she takes the backpack she'll be reduced to a 20 move.
I think Eir is moving at 20 now.
Swift holds tightly onto her box, seemingly very attached to the thing. Following along she gives a small whimper at the fact nobody seems willing to carry the bag of coinage, but as long as she has the shiny chest she can make do.
Greep follows the party as they head into the market, keeping watch above as well as behind.
"Keep alert folks, I swear I heard wings again. 'Fiend in shadows' is still out there." -gree-greep-
Zigel sends kratos up on point the bullhound knows something is wrong so know he acts as scout. Meanwhile zigel mentelly goes over what spells he has left and prepares foor an ambush he knows is outthere
" Cutters that box is a bad ,bad ideal...don't want the hard heads landing on us....I would drop it.We's still gots to slide though the chaulk bloods....need to stay light may need to scatter...kratos feels something bad."
In that case Karrin grabs the bag of coins (as she's already over light load)
...Truth to tell, he is in a bit of shock at the way everyone started looting the bar...
Ya, Karrin's none too pleased about this either . . . Karrin knew about something called spoils of war, meaning she gets a cut of the arms and armor of her fallen adversaries, but she doesn't feel right about robbing a bar.
Ffethpaar tries once more with Swift.
"Zigel is right, we should drop this here it will enable us to escape much more easily. And it is not right, the owners of the bar are not responsible for their clientele."
He starts to loose his hold ever so slightly in the hope that Swift gets the hint.
"Fine!" Swift hisses sadly "I'll carry it myself!" She decides, in the sure and certain knowledge that it would boil down to her having to drag the thing behind her.
"Carrying the box yourself will be foolish and prevent you from getting away from this place to safety. And, besides, we are doing this for the greater good of the Silver Rose Company, not for our own personal gain. I am sure we will be well recompensed when this is over and then you can buy yourself a box just like this."
The group stands at the entrance of Rat Twitch Alley, arguing about the cashbox, when Greep, scanning the nearby enrance to Crackskull Close hears the tromp of small boots running echoing in the fog. It looks like the patrons that escaped have finally rounded up their posse and are headed this way.
Karrin stands puffing, her recent exertions and the heaviness of the backpacks of loot she carries (not to mention no real sleep last Antipeak) has made her very tired .
Swift stands, eyes bright with cat fury, hugging the box to her as if it was her dearest friend. Ffethpaar looks at her in bewilderment. Zigel taps his foot and Kratos growls, smelling goblin in the air. Despite the recent fight, Eir still looks like she stepped out of a salon for sword-weilding models, despite the odd droplet of goblin blood on her leathers. The scorpion goo she had been doused with miraculously dissapated to nothingness.
Beyond them the cries of the pushcart hawkers and the squeal of wagon wheels point the way to New Market.
I am.
To Swift: "Now is a good time to let go."
Ffethpaar is joining Eir.
Karrin goes full tilt with her loot
Which way? I hope I don't have to drop this bonked goblin. How much does he weigh?
Running it is.
"Head for the market to lose them in crowds? Or away from crowds who might help them? Or both?" -greep- "Who knows this area best"
Stubborn as ever Swift runs as fast as her little legs will take her whilst keeping hold of her box. Ensuring to run in a different direction to her companions to minimise the chances of her being chased she keeps an eye out for a good hideyhole for her and her shiny chest.
The intrepid group of adventurers spill into the foggy environs of Ironshot Road. The road isn't a main thouroughfare, but being in proximity to the Lower Ward's largest market ensures that there is a lot of Before Peak activity. Pushcarts line the edges of the streets, the vendors crying their wares to passerbys. There is a wagon near the alley's entrance, with the words "Urgrek and Sons, Salvagers" stenciled on the side. A couple of goblins are unloading rusty scrap and stone cobbles from its bed and bringing them into a building that bears the same name on its sign. Though they are goblins, they seem oblivious to the group, concentrating on their task.
Other wagons attempt to deliver goods to the local shops, the teamsters driving them cursing and shouting as pedestrians clog the streets. Most people on the street are women attempting to get water from the fountain and young men, most likely apprentices on their way to their jobs. There is a liberal sprinkling of humanoids and fiends making their way home after concluding their various business through the Antipeak hours.
Swift starts looking around in the crowd, searching for somewhere to drop her chest. She recalls seeing a shop that specialized in goods holding and security perhaps she could pay to have them keep it?
As the group decides their best course of action a loud screech cuts through the early morning street noise. A group of goblins advance from Crackskull Close. They are not wild or brandishing weapons, but they have spotted you all, and they are advancing fast through the few beings on the street in your direction with murder in their beady little eyes.
... I hope I don't have to drop this bonked goblin. How much does he weigh?
My speed is 20.
My speed is 20.
My speed is 20.
My speed is 50'
Ffethpaar is for splitting up. He would like to go round the block: Left into Mangel Street, right into Argus Court, right again into Avenna Alley and left when he gets back to Ironshot Street. hoping to get the the New Market and hide among the people there.
He will assume that others are coming with him and will adjust his speed if he has to (his speed is 60' for the next minute) - but not to the speed of a tibbit carrying a heavy load. If he turns before they get lost in the crowd around the fountain, the others may notice and follow him (and whoever comes with him - allowing Eir to escape in the crowd with the goblin) then they need to make the turn into Avenna Alley before the pursuit gets to a point where they can see them turning.
Eir wants to find a place to lay low, so she's going to go as far as she can in her minute of sprinting, through crowded areas, and then she's going to rent a room again and wake this gobbo up.... hands tied of course.
Greep runs towards the fountain area, looking to see who has the coinage stolen from the bar.
The group, aided with Greep's magic, darts quickly towards the crowded fountain area. Greep whispers to Karrin, who is carrying the backpack of loose coins to allow him access. The goblins, seeing that the group is unnaturally fast, speeds up themselves, yet still maintaining some semblence of respectability. Still, the sight of two dozen odd pissed-off goblins definately puts the crowd in a nervous mood. The bystanders start looking around nervously as the goblin swarm heads towards their area, some of them turing smartly around and heading towards the comforting crowds of New Market.
To whoever is nearby: "Once we're out of their territory I'm willing to fight again."
At the corner, before the crowd diperses, Greep will motion to Karrin to bend down so he can reach coinage.
As he throws: "This is the weather the cuckoo likes, armored division submissive to vernacular the world into a gambling birdhouse velocity!" -greep-
To whoever is nearby: "Once we're out of their territory I'm willing to fight again."
"Agreed, we need an area we can defend.would rather us fade though cutter."
The group approaches the fountain and its crowd of early-Peak pedestrians. Laughing women of many races fill large clay jugs with the water, gossiping amongst themselves. Vendors entreat this crowd with cloth, baked muffins, pots and pans, and fresh vegetables. Their cries echo back and forth from the soot-stained five-story edifices around the intersection:
"Fresh-ground coffee! One Green only for a fresh cup of coffee! Brewed just this Peak, fresh coffee!"
"Corn, squash, beans and potatoes! 5 Greens a pound .... Fresh veg for the stewpot!"
"Dewberry muffins! Fresh baked and piping hot! Dewberry muffins!"
Greep reaches into Karrin's backpack and grasps a double handfull of the specie within. Uttering his cryptic remark he casts the coins skyward. The tumbling coins jingle as they hit the slime-slicked cobbles, with an occasional "OWW!" from a bystander who got beaned by one.
As soon as the crowd twigs to what has transpired, the effect is galvanic. A shreik goes up as housewives, merchants and loiterers all go scrambling for the dropped coins. The fountain becomes a welter of chaos. A wagon that was delicately attempting to negotiate the narrow, crowded intersection is trapped, its teamster cursing and reigning in his lizardoid dray beasts.
The goblins observe this and screech angrily, dropping all pretense of civility and breaking into a run towards the fountain.
26?
Keep running.
26?
Keep running.
Greep reaches into Karrin's backpack and grasps a double handfull of the specie within. Uttering his cryptic remark (I don't recognize it ...but curious..DM) he casts the coins skyward. The tumbling coins jingle as they hit the slime-slicked cobbles, with an occasional "OWW!" from a bystander who got beaned by one.
As soon as the crowd twigs to what has transpired, the effect is galvanic. A shreik goes up as housewives, merchants and loiterers all go scrambling for the dropped coins. Please take 30 GP off the list The fountain becomes a welter of chaos. A wagon that was delicately attempting to negotiate the narrow, crowded intersection is trapped, its teamster cursing and reigning in his lizardoid dray beasts.
The goblins observe this and screech angrily, dropping all pretense of civility and breaking into a run towards the fountain.
next moves?
Greeps spares little time to enjoy the fun, again running down Mangel St. He calls out to Eir.
"There's a side street to the right, mostly blocked by a cart. You should be able to duck down it before the gobbos get around the corner." -greep- "We'll keep heading this way to draw them off. Good luck."
Greep scurries off, not running full out. He thinks to himelf, "Why is it that the dramatic music I hear in my head is always 'Kill the Wabbit, Kill the Wabbit'?"
Zigel and Kratos are headed down Mangel Street and moves as fast as they can with out falling in the morning crowd.There also trying to move out of sight if they can
I think you have really put a wrench in the goblin's gears.
Hide in a large basket.
Don a large cloak (stolen from a clothes line) and join a column of monks.
Cross a rope bridge and cut one or both of the ropes when pursuers follow.
Overturn a cart full of fruit to trip chasers.
Perform some other oddball stunt because 'It worked in a movie!'
A little shocked at the throwing away of perfectly good coinage Swift holds a little tighter onto her beloved box. Finding it hard not to be distracted by all the opportunities around her for new fun and a little theft she pushes onwards. The smell of the hot muffins is a little too much however and in all of the chaos over the thrown monies a dewberry treat somehow makes it into the tibbit's hand.
Pushing onwards as quickly as she can she notices Zigel intending to carry on down Mangel Street and siezes her opportunity to escape with her treasure chest. Slipping amongst the crowds she stelthily sneaks into Argus Court with the intention of sneaking off on her own down to Demming's.
PS: Dungeon Monkey always loves movie-effects from the players. If it worked for Indy or Wesley or Luke it will probably work for you ----within reason