With a primal yell Drazek estends his hand unleashing a bolt of black energy streaked with angry red light.
Spider climb still active Dazek barrels on running up obstacles if nee be.
Isaac curses a blue streak as the mage disappears and his monkey slams him.
"Leatherhead wizard and his organ grinder monkey! Under control, I got it all under control!"
The half-elf thinks for a second, then sticks his spear back into the quiver and pulls out his silver short sword, jabbing it at the planetouched ape.
Silver short sword, with inspire courage: 1d20+6=15, 1d6+3=7
With a primal yell Drazek estends his hand unleashing a bolt of black energy streaked with angry red light.
Spider climb still active Dazek barrels on running up obstacles if nee be.
Drazek clambers up a large tent. The cloth merchant owning the tent yells and gesticulates at the warlock. Drazek spies the bolting thug and spears him with his red-laced black energy bolt. The blast flies true, blowing the fleeing Hiver off his feet and landing him in a crumpled heap. The tent's sides sag alarmingly, but Drazek manages to clamber down before he collapses it.
The half-elf thinks for a second, then sticks his spear back into the quiver and pulls out his silver short sword, jabbing it at the planetouched ape.
Issac scores the ape's hide, but the wound is slight
Drazek quickly searches the corpse before heading back at a full run.
"Got it! Go!"
Justin nods grimly, turns and bolts up the street towards Isaac, leather coat flapping. He gets just close enough to get a clear picture of what's happening, when the cloaked figure steps back and vanishes, and the ape takes a chunk out of Isaac.
Justin curses in almost perfect tempo with Isaac. He pulls another bit of mystic flotsam from his vest and points it at the snarling planestouched ape.
"Big d@mn monkey!" He mutters, then cries "Isaac, duck! Fuego! Venitas Fuego!" Again the flaming, floating mystic rune appears. Justin sticks his hand in it and turns it into another flaming ray that races towards the big monkey.
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Justin's scorching ray flies true and singes the large fiendish monkey's hide. The devil ape howls, black fur crisping from the heat of the arcane blast. The smell of burning hair mixes with the ordure, ripe garbage and burnt bacon smells already fragrancing Lot's Lane.
Drazek quickly searches the corpse before heading back at a full run.
Drazek quickly searches the corpse before heading back at a full run.
She says as she rolls a 1 for her next hit. You watch.
The bleeding thug tries to drag Bethany down to Hell with him. He swings his notched short sword with a desparate strength ...
... and scores a telling blow to the harpy bard. The blade sinks in deeply, Bethany's blood soaking her shift as the wound gushes. The ferret-faced basher snarls at her as he feels the strike go true.
"See you in Baator, b!tch!"
The Ape has set himself fully engaged with Issac, and brings his claws and bite to bear.
1d20+7=23, 1d20+7=8, 1d20+2=5, 1d6+5=8, 1d6+5=8, 1d6+2=5
One claw rakes Issac , but another paw accidentaly hits a nearby stone wall, snapping a talon off. The pain throws the devil ape's gnashing fanged mouth off, the fetid breath and slavering jaws just missing Issac's neck. The monkey howls in frustration.
"See you in Baator, b!tch!"
"Never worm. While you rot in the festering mire of Baator, I shall be flying the skies eternal beside The Winged Lord in The Abyss. Now die!
With that, she spins, opening up a terrible wound across the thug's throat, his lifeblood gushing out to hiss on the rain slick street.Attack with Masterwork Sawtooth Sabre (Inspire Courage). (1d20+7+1=22)
Damage (Inspire Courage). (1d8+1=8)
Bethany slices the thug's throat cleanly with her sabre as he finishes his curse. His squinty eyes widen momentarily, then glaze over. He drops his sword and falls to the mire-slicked cobbles, gobbling obscenely as his carotid empties.
Letting out a screech of triumph that echoes across the stalls, Bethany turns and takes to the air, soaring down the alley to land behind Isaac.
Drazek quickly searches the corpse before heading back at a full run.
Fast
Drazek vaults from his canvas perch, ignoring the curses being hurled at him by the merchant beneath the tent's awning. He sprints to where the crumpled body lies, observing a few young preteen boys sidling up to the corpse as well. They quickly dart off like jackals when the lion approaches.
Drazek slits the thug's leather beltpouch (he has but one) and sprints back to the scene of the attack.
Ignoring his wounds for the time being, Isaac switches his weapons yet again, sheathing the short sword in favor of the cold iron mace in the small of his back.
"I hope you come back as a damn butterfly in your next bloody life, monkey. Silver wasn't it, so..."
Cold iron heavy mace: 1d20+6=8, 1d8+3=4
The ranger's blow goes wide, knocking a shower of dusty masonry from the nearby wall.
The large fiendish ape hoots and prepares to strike again.
"He keeps his kip up on the fifth floor."She points to the tall open-roofed tower that surrounds the circular plaza
"You'll be better off talking to Factor Sruce, in the Mad Bleaker Wing. She's got Lhar's ear, and can get a message to him. She's usually in Inprocessing over there."
Naught points to a line of folks entering the tower.
" Ask for her assistant Grendyll and tell her that Naught sent you over."
"We'll do that," Karrin says, "we got to get to the bottom of this. Thanks for the help. We're still trying to find out who to ask and who to trust here. Speaking of that, do you know a ganger by the name of Mordrigaarz? He's hunting this . . . thing as well."
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Justin gives Bethany a one-sided grin as she lands behind Isaac. Then frowns as he reviews his options. He raise his right hand, concentrates, and a thin line of crackling electrical energy arcs thru the air to touch the rain-soaked Ape on the chest, scorching the already burnt hair on the massive pectorals.
To Hit (Touch Attack)1d20+6=18, Electrical Dmg: 1d6+3=7
"Hey! Little Joe Punk! Where's yer' organ, monkey? Let's dance!" Justin cries, hoping to distract and possibly anger the ape enough to charge him, and give Isaac and Bethany a free shot at it.
And hoping deep down that it doesn't work,...
Speaking of that, do you know a ganger by the name of Mordrigaarz? He's hunting this . . . thing as well."
Naught nods
"Yeh, I've seen that basher about. He's a high-up in the Xaosmen, as far as there are highups in that barmy faction. He thinks this distrcit is his stomping grounds. If he's on the case I feel bad for the nutter who's going about penning folks in the dead book."
And hoping deep down that it doesn't work,...
The electrical charge strikes the devil ape. His skeleton is visible briefly as the power courses through him. Bethany and Issac feel a bit of a jolt as well as the electricty spreads through the ape's feet to the puddles below
The fiendish monkey roars, but seems intent on making Issac his Koko b!tch
1d20+7=9, 1d20+7=8, 1d20+2=17, 1d6+5=6, 1d6+5=6, 1d6+2=6
The electrical jolt has slowed up the devil ape's reflexes, and he howls as another talon on his bad paw is ripped off as he attempts to swipe Issac's bonebox off his neck. His huge jaws snap not six inches from Issac's face. He is looking distinctly punchy at this point.
More than a little punchy himself, Isaac's attack misses again.
Cold Iron Heavy Mace: 1d20+6=9, 1d8+3=6
Seeing Justin's & Isaac's attacks do nothing but enrage the creature, Bethany takes to the air once more and comes down behind it, directly opposite the harried Godsman. She spins and brings her Sabre around, slashing across the creature's chest, but unsure if it penetrated the flesh.
Attack with Masterwork Sawtooth Sabre (Inspire Courage, Flanking). (1d20+7+1+2=17)
Damage (Inspire Courage). (1d8+1=8)
Issac's attack swipes close, but fails to connect with the evil monkey. Bethany's sabre gashes the ape, but it remains standing, swaying slightly.
Justin raises his hand again, the palm already starting to glow.
"BAD monkey! No banana for you!" He shouts as another thin bolt of electricity arcs through the air towards the ape, hissing and sparking on raindrops as it travels,...
Naught nods"Yeh, I've seen that basher about. He's a high-up in the Xaosmen, as far as there are highups in that barmy faction. He thinks this distrcit is his stomping grounds. If he's on the case I feel bad for the nutter who's going about penning folks in the dead book."
"Well that's good," Karrin says, "it'll be good to have someone like that on our . . . well working towards a mutual goal in this case. Although the fact that he didn't seem to know too much, and stuff happening on his turf and everything, well that is a bit worrying, but maybe his faction ain't no good at gathering information or something? Anyways thanks for the help, we better get at it, we don't want to get stuck out here after dark if we can help it."
Justin raises his hand again, the palm already starting to glow.
"BAD monkey! No banana for you!" He shouts as another thin bolt of electricity arcs through the air towards the ape, hissing and sparking on raindrops as it travels,...
The arcane lightning lashes the ape, once again joltng him severely. This time, the ape sways and falls down in the alleyway. A few seconds later the corpse disappears in a puff of brimstone-flavored smoke
Drazek begins his sprint back to Lot's Lane, unaware that the big ape is gone.
Justin waves his hand in front of his face as the ape fades away into foul smelling brimstone-smoke.
"Sheesh! And I thought they smelled bad on the OUTside! Wait a sec, that monkey was conjured, and there was that spell that I felt,... Where's the caster?!" He frowns, holding out his palms as he spins to look around the street and up the alley.
Anyways thanks for the help, we better get at it, we don't want to get stuck out here after dark if we can help it."
Naught nods
"Hope I've been some help."
She returns to pouring soup into black bread bowls
Justin looks about, but doesn't see any sign of the mysterious caster. Folks are boiling out of the market and the local buildings, buzzing and pointing at the group. Drazek skids into Lot's Lane and discovers that the fight is over.
Drazek focuses for a second viewing the street and the scene in the magical spectrum of energy.
"Y'all allright?"
Drazek:
Isaac leans against the nearby wall, his weapon slipping from his hand as he gingerly puts a hand to his fresh wounds.
"The berk hauled off once I slipped him the spear. Real peery about seein' his face, kept himself wrapped. For that reason, I reckon we'll see him again, likely not even know it until another bloody ape has my guts. Leave any o' them bully boys alive? Curious if they knew this berk."
The half-elf opens one of his belt pouches and pulls out a fizzy blue potion. Ripping out the cork with his teeth, he guzzles it down and shivers as his body reknits itself.
The worst of his wounds stanched, he pockets the flask and tears off one of his sleeves to reveal the mithril hauberk beneath his clothes. He dresses his remaining injuries while he talks.
"Damn shame. Just got these mended and cleaned. Reckon I'll be fine, though. Now I've almost been eaten by a fiendish ape, a troglodyte, three kinds of goblin, a desert owl, bladelings and a zombie. I'm a true adventurer, now! With a year out of the game, I grew to miss this. Tumble to that? Anyhow, let's get a move on. Hive ain't getting any safer."
He claps Justin on the shoulder as he heads down Lot's Lane.
"Oh and Justin, old son? Keep an eye out for those hardheads, eh?"
Seeing the Wingless Derhii disappear and Isaac relax against the wall, Bethany looks around one last time before stowing her Sabre in her Quiver.
She watches Isaac drink a potion and then bind his wounds, singing a short song to herself and feeling some of her own wound begin to close.
Cure Light Wounds x2 on herself. (1d8+1=5, 1d8+1=2)
She looks gingerly down at the blood staining her slip and whistles a quick melody, watching as the blood quickly dries and then flakes off to leave her looking clean and tidy.
Turning to Isaac she says, "so those toughs I can understand, they were just being idiots. What in the Abyss was that Derhii abomination doing back here attacking us? Was he with those thugs do you think?"
Drazek walks up to the others his eyes quickly scanning the alley.
"Setup. Thugs up front, wizard hits ya in the back. Somebody don't like the questions we been askin'."
He shrugs as Isaac mentions questioning the bully boys.
"Information woulda' been nice an' all but when the blood starts spillin' my side walks away, everyone else ends up lyin' in the dirt."
Drazek walks up to the others his eyes quickly scanning the alley.
"Setup. Thugs up front, wizard hits ya in the back. Somebody don't like the questions we been askin'."
He shrugs as Isaac mentions questioning the bully boys.
"Information woulda' been nice an' all but when the blood starts spillin' my side walks away, everyone else ends up lyin' in the dirt."
"Guess we know who brings a greatsword to the knife-fight, eh? That kid I saw in the alley was lookout, the bubbers and bullies were looking for a peel 'n found us; didn't demand jink, so we can assume they were put up. I'd reckon we're turning over the right stones if someone's out for us. Any of you well-lanned to the Lower Planes? Weren't Celestial that berk was spouting from his bone box but I'm buggered if I know what it was he said to his monkey and what language he used."
"Sounded like he said Attack, not sure over the screamin' fools. Did it sound like "
The rain continues to fall hissing from the leaden Cage sky. The alleyway the ape had been hiding in seems empty, but for some ripe pieces of ordure. A window opens up three stories above and the contents of a chamberpot come splashing down into the alleyway as the four chat.
... At the Gatehouse the lines shift, the babies cry and the sick moan. The Bleakers shuttle to and fro, calming, feeding and committing folks what need it.
"Aye, that's exactly what it sounded like. What's the tongue?"
Perception: 1d20+11=17
Standing and stretching herself out Merle turns to the other two "Shall we get going to see this guy then?" Afterwards she whistles Seph who somewhat reluctantly leaves the children and climbs onto Merle's shoulder.
Anyone with a Perception roll 15 or better:
Isaac watches the proceedings down Lot's Lane with a distasteful glance.
"Least someone's turning a profit today."
Nari reluctantly steps away from helping with the food distribution. she sighs. "There are just so many of them," she says sadly, looking at the long line of people waiting to be fed.
Bethany looks around the alley carefully. "What do you mean Isaac? Should we not search their bodies for some kind of order to attack us?"
"Perhaps it is best if we just continue on our way. I am wet once again, despite Drazek's kindness, so maybe I should take to the air in case of another ambush."