Tural wait's to see what Mavor is going to do in the situation, surrounded by rats. He remains silent but keeps an eye out for trouble.
Quorthos listens, waiting for Baer to call the shots. When the offer of the guide is made, Quorthos nods and mutters, "Good idea..."
Baer awaits Mavor's order to attack.
"Alright, let this cooperation be mutually beneficial for us."
He then looks at the others and nods. "We've got some extra eyes and ears to help us search, let us not waste any time and find that bracelet."
"Philip was it? Could you lead the way for us? We need to find a spot where something might have easily drifted to."
"Excuse us, but could you make some room, it feels awfully crowded in here now we're trying to get out." Mavor calls out to the rest of the gathered wererats.
When at least Philip and perhaps a few others have passed into the next room, Mavor will turn back to Girrigz.
"We'll be on our way shortly. If we find that bracelet, we'll come back for your share. Oh and one more thing."
Mavor misses with his first slice at Girrigz, cursing his own aim with the quickly drawn and new silver axe.
Baer nods curtly at Mavor's instructions, and stands aside and ushers the wererats to pass her. She will encourage as many to pass her into the corridor as she can, even giving them a gentle push out the door. When it's clear that no more will go, she follows into the corridor and blocks the way, going full defense with her staff.
Denario's eyes quickly shift as Mavor speaks the words.
"The black jack beats king of clubs, during a sudden flush. Hold hand until the result."
He makes a small low gesture with a closed fist.
He's making an attack on the leader, get ready.
One of the wererats moves back at bit to let you out. The only one to exit the room is Phillip, who expects you to follow.
Girrigz didn't see Mavor's attack coming. His eyes go wide when the silver greataxe passes overhead.
"He attacked me! Get them!"
Girrigz steps away from Mavor and takes a potion from one of his pockets. He drinks the potion and a shimmering field of magic appears around him.
Round 1:
Girrigz
Quorthos
Black
Red (Phillip)
Denario
Tural
Yellow
White
Mavor
Allyph
Baer
Pink
Majenko
Blue
Remaining wererats
Quorthos draws his wand , pops his knife into his hand from its spring-loaded sheath, disappears from sight and reappears next to Girrigz.
"Relax, Girrigz," Quorthos smiles. "If we wanted you dead, Mav wouldn't have missed, and I'd been roasting you instead of talking." he says, brandishing the wand. "We're just hear to deliver a message. You want to start a war, but you don't have an endgame. Your plan will bring ruin to your people, because the surface dwellers will come, in force, and skin you all."
Quorthos shakes his head. "You'd best reconsider your plans, because you have no idea who you are dealing with."
Girrigz glares at Quorthos. "You should be able to understand, tiefling. The surface dwellers don't take kindly to us. They hate us wererats even more than your kind!"
The black wererat steps up to Tural and draws his rapier, which he uses to attack the aasimar. Tural's battle ward protects him from the attack.
Phillip also draws his rapier. "I trusted you! I even brought you to Girrigz!"
Phillip attacks Baer, who easily dodges the incoming stab.
Round 1:
Girrigz
Quorthos (Ray of enfeeblement readied vs Girrigz if he does something hostile, or a threat from the western corridor)
Black
Red (Phillip)
Denario
Tural
Yellow
White
Mavor
Allyph
Baer
Pink
Majenko
Blue
Remaining wererats
Seeing that the little creatures try to poke him with toothpicks Tural decides that buffing everyone comes first. He casts fortune on Mavor and starts his chanting. The ominous sound echos in the cave, causing it to be heard almost everywhere.
- Chant (Ex): A shaman can chant as a move action. Any creature that is within 30 feet that is under the effects of the shaman's charm, evil eye, fortune, fury, or misfortune hex has that effect's duration extended by 1 round. A shaman cannot select both this hex and the witch's cackle hex.
- Fortune (Su): The shaman grants a creature within 30 feet a bit of good luck for 1 round. The target can call upon this good luck once per round, allowing it to reroll any ability check, attack roll, saving throw, or skill check, taking the better result. The target creature must to decide to use this ability before the first roll is made. At 8th and 16th levels, the duration of this hex increases by 1 round. Once a creature has benefited from the fortune hex, it cannot benefit from it again for 24 hours.
Denario 5ft steps forward to behind the pillar.
He aims his finger at the leader.
"Be so kind to pause."
Several pieces of broken furniture, dried hay, and fragments of lumber burn in a small fire at the center of the open, ruggedly carved cavern west of Quorthos. Short alcoves filled with filthy, oversized rats' nests dot the walls, and the disgusting drip of polluted black condensation echoes through the chamber. A thick flow of sewage spreads across the western edge of the chamber, seeping from a crack in the western wall to another in the south. Around the fire stand five wererats, and all of them have turned to see what's going on in the room their boss is in.
Tural buffs Mavor with a fortune hex and starts chanting to keep the effect going.
Denario steps behind the pillar and casts daze on Girrigz. Nothing happens.
The yellow wererat attacks Tural with a stab from his rapier and his fangs, but doesn't hurt Tural. The bite does however shatter Tural's battle ward.
The white wererat attacks Denario, also using his rapier and his fangs. Denario dodges both attacks.
Round 1:
Girrigz
Quorthos (Ray of enfeeblement readied vs Girrigz if he does something hostile, or a threat from the western corridor)
Black
Red (Phillip)
Denario
Tural
Yellow
White
Mavor
Allyph
Baer
Pink
Majenko
Blue
Remaining wererats
Allyph takes a 5-foot step toward Quorthos and Girrigz, pulls out a scroll of mage armor, and uses the scroll to increase her defenses.
Baer whirls her staff, facing down the closest wererats. "Stay out of this, or you will regret it," she states to Phillip.
Mavor steps up to Girrigz and heaves his silver greataxe.
"You should surrender while you can. If a group as small as us can cause you this much of a problem, consider what the entire city guard can do."
Allyph takes a step toward Quorthos and Girrigz and uses a scroll of mage armor on herself.
Phillip warns Phillip and readies an attack against him, or any other wererat that attacks her.
"I have yet to see you do anything!" Girrigz responds to Mavor, just a second before the latter's greataxe almost decapitates him. The only thing saving Girrigz from a one-hit KO is the shimmering field of magic around him.
The pink wererat moves up to Tural and stabs him, giving Tural a minor wound.
Round 1:
Girrigz -21HP
Quorthos (Ray of enfeeblement readied vs Girrigz if he does something hostile, or a threat from the western corridor)
Black
Red (Phillip)
Denario
Tural 24/27HP
Yellow
White
Mavor
Allyph
Baer
Pink
Majenko
Blue
Remaining wererats
Majenko tries to sting the pink wererat, but misses horribly.
Majenko attacks the pink wererat after it's hurt Tural, but the tiny dragon's attack misses.
The blue wererat moves past some of his allies and Tural to reach Baer. Tural doesn't have a weapon drawn and can't take advantage of the opportunity to strike, but Baer has an attack readied.
Baer's attack misses the pink wererat, who responds with an attack of his own. The wererat's attack also misses.
You hear the sounds of a large amount of weapons being drawn coming from the other rooms, as the wererats over there all head your way. From the passage west of Quorthos comes a wererat with a purple afro. Quorthos tries to zap the wererat with his wand, but the wererat ducks and avoids the spell.
The wererat with the purple afro tries to stab Quorthos, but the battle ward surrounding Quorthos keeps him safe.
Girrigz looks from Quorthos to Mavor, then decides Mavor's the greater threat and attacks him. Girrigz's first stab wounds Mavor's leg. The other stab and the bite don't harm Mavor, but they do shatter his battle ward.
Round 2:
Girrigz -21HP
Quorthos
Black
Red (Phillip)
Denario
Tural 24/27HP
Yellow
White
Mavor 31/44HP
Allyph
Baer
Pink
Majenko
Blue
Purple afro
Remaining wererats
Hmm... I guess we're not just here to administer a beating. OK, then...
Quorthos dimensional steps behind the onrushing wererats. "Hi, boys... I've got something for ya!"
Quorthos calls out to his friends, "There are 5 out this way, and another exit. Do you think they've learned their lesson yet, or should I finish these ones off?"
Quorthos dimensional steps behind the onrushing wererats, who cry out in pain as he sends a wave of flames over them.
"You filthy surface dwellers!" Girrigz yells. "We never asked for this!"
The black wererat attacks Tural, but without success.
"I'm sorry, but i can't let this go unpunished!" Phillip tells Baer, after which he flails about with his rapier and bites the air.
Round 2:
Girrigz -21HP
Quorthos
Black
Red (Phillip)
Denario
Tural 24/27HP
Yellow
White
Mavor 31/44HP
Allyph
Baer
Pink
Majenko
Blue
Purple afro -9HP
Remaining wererats (See map for their HP, etc.)
"I prefer you guys not hitting me.
Suddenly, there are 6 Denarios.
He walks up next to Mavor.
Denario avoids provoking attacks when casting his spell, but he does provoke from two of the wererats once there are six Denario and he moves south.
Two of the fake Denarios are hit and fade from existence.
Round 2:
Girrigz -21HP
Quorthos
Black
Red (Phillip)
Denario x4
Tural 24/27HP
Yellow
White
Mavor 31/44HP
Allyph
Baer
Pink
Majenko
Blue
Purple afro -9HP
Remaining wererats (See map for their HP, etc.)
Tural takes a step towards the group and raises his hands, engulfing the wererats in front of him in flames. He continues his chanting, giving Mavor more time to use his fortune.
Mavor swings at Girrigz again with silver greataxe.
"Maybe you didn't ask for it, but we're here to set you straight! We're only a small group but taking on the whole city is folly!"
"Give up this madness against the city now before you or more of your men their lives are lost. Either none will be lost now against us or everyone against the city guards! Choose!"
"Your leader has fallen! Fall back now or I swear we will kill you all where you stand!" Mavor shouts to the still fighting wererats.
Baer grunts and wonders how she got herself surrounded by rats.
Tural takes a step toward his allies and sends a wave of flames over some of the wererats. Two of them dodge some of the flames, but all end up burned badly.
One of the wererats steps up to Tural and attacks him, together with one of the shaman's burn victims. Tural's able to defend himself against the bite attacks, but receives two stabs from the wererats' rapiers.
Mavor swings his greataxe again and inflicts another heavy wound on Girrigz. The wererats' leader looks at Mavor with desperation in his eyes. "No matter what we do, other surface dwellers will come to kill us sooner or later! There's nothing we can do but fight! What else do you suggest we do?!"
The question Girrigz asks sounds much like a plead.
Round 2:
Girrigz -39HP
Quorthos
Black -6HP
Red (Phillip)
Denario x4
Tural 20/33HP
Yellow -6HP
White
Mavor 31/44HP
Allyph
Baer
Pink -12HP
Majenko
Blue
Purple afro -9HP
Remaining wererats (See map for their HP, etc.)
"Trust in the wisdom of your elders, they will know what to do. Hotheadedness will get yourselves killed no matter what, this is not the way."
Mavor replies, looking back to Denario and Allyph to back him up.
Round 2, Init 4
Baer's staff glows blue with magic energy and she defends against opponents on both sides of her. She strikes at blue, trying to eliminate the flank while yelling at the group on the other side of her.
"I have no want to kill any of you, but the boss says we only kill those who are resisting," Baer grunts. "Drop your weapons and we'll leave you in peace. In peace or in pieces, it's your choice!"
to hit; (magic,PA)
damage. (magic,PA)
to hit; (magic,PA)
damage. (magic,PA)
[ dice]1d20+7[/dice] to hit;
[ dice]1d6+7[/dice] damage.
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[ dice]1d20+5[/dice] to hit;
[ dice]1d6+5[/dice] damage.
[ dice]1d20+5[/dice] to hit;
[ dice]1d6+3[/dice] damage.
Four Denarios nod at Mavor's words.
"Be reasonable and heed his words."
After Baer says hers, he nods at that too.
"That too, has happened before...'t was a mess.
That quarterstaff? It's bashed plenty of heads."
Baer's attacks are both dodged, but the words she and Mavor speak have the desired effect.
"Stop fighting!" Girrigz shouts and drops his own rapier. "Everyone, lower your weapons!"
The other wererats don't drop their weapons, but all weapons are slowly lowered.
Girrigz's voice is almost emotional when he asks, "Who are you, strangers, and why are you here? Who sent you?"
"Someone of your own sent us. That person wanted to prevent every one of you going on a suicide mission..."
Tural replies to Girrigz.
"We are a group of pathfinders, currently fighting the plague. The person who sent us promised us information if we prevented you from killing yourselves."
Pathfinders? That organization?
No thank you, :)
Quorthos immediately goes over to the folks he burned and starts administering infernal healing.
At Tural's comment, his head snaps around with a look of incredulity on his face. Tural's a Pathfinder? We'll have to discuss this later...
"We're not all Pathfinders," he interjects. "We are concerned citizens of Korvosa, and with the current troubles on the surface, the last thing we need is a civil war between above and below." He nods to Girrigz. "If you followed through with your plans, the surface dwellers would have no choice but to suppress you, quickly and violently. There are Hellknights in the city, tasked with keeping order. Do you really think you can hold out against the Order of the Rack?"
As an offer of good faith Tural calls everyone close to him.
"Everyone that is wounded get close to me, we are not here to murder you."
He channels positive energy to heal the ones close to him.
Baer snorts, still playing her role of hired thug. It was turning out that she was enjoying the role...there was less leading, less thinking, and more standing around. She decides to do it more often.
"Yeah, boss. You tell them, boss! The Rack is plenty tough."
"The Nail," Girrigz corrects you, shivering at the thought of the Hellknights.
"Eries asked you, didn't she? She told me she was concerned about us... If your small group was able to do this, then we don't stand a chance against the Hellknights and guards of the city..."
Girrigz looks at the floor and stays awkwardly quiet for a while before saying, "Thank you... You've saved us from worse."
"We all sometimes bite off more than we can chew," Quorthos offers by way of consolation. "The trick is to not choke on it, so you live long enough to learn to not do it again." He looks around.
"For myself, I am glad I got to meet some of the Korvosans who dwell below the surface. We share more than I would have thought."
Quorthos waits for the healing to finish, then offers his hand to Girrigz. "Fare well, Girrigz, and good luck. If you ever need help, one Korvosan to another, look me up."
Mavor nods in agreement to Quorthos's statement.
"Aye indeed. Apologies though for the ruse, we didn't want to take chances to hurt any more than we had to. Fare thee well fellow Korvosans, until next time we meet."
"That'll patch you up. Maybe we can collaborate in the future, should the need arise. You seem alright folk to me."
Tural follows Mavor out.
Baer grunts and follows the team out.
"What else did we have to do?"
Girrigz takes Quorthos's hand and shakes it. "It'd be good to have some more reliable contacts on the surface. I imagine having some below the surface is also beneficial to you."
He nods at the others and suddenly snickers. "Let me know when you're looking for more bracelets."
You're escorted back outside by Phillip, who looks tremendously relieved. "For a moment I was worried I'd doomed us all by letting you through..."
Outside Girrigz's lair you're greeted by a familiar face.
"There you arrre!" Eries says while leaning against the sewer's wall. "Did everything work ooouuut?"
"Girrigz and his friends are eminently sensible. I don't expect any trouble," replies Quorthos. He points his thumb towards Phillip. "This one in particular is a brave fellow and a good thinker." He eyes Eries directly. "I would hate to hear of any punishment or other unpleasantries beyond this point, though... the matter is in the past."
"Everyone's alright theeen?" Eries asks, also looking at Phillip for a moment.
"Uh, yes, ma'am," Phillip responds.
Eries gives Phillip a yellow toothed smile. "Gooood! Could you tell him I'll stop by lateeer?"
Phillip nods and heads back into the lair, after which Eries turns back to you.
"Thank you for helping meee. Girrigz and the others youths mean to do gooood. It's just that their lack of experience causes them to make rash decisiooons. I assure you I won't send more people to punish theeem. If you've done your job, then there's no reason tooo."
She motions for you to follow her. "Follow meee. It's time for your rewaaard."
Quorthos follows Eries eagerly, anxious to learn more about the plague affecting his city.