Turning back to Quaina he arches an eyebrow slightly. "I'm beginning to believe your boss does not like me."
Tolenn surges into the room, after successfully battering down the door. Noting the 'body' in the bed, she points at it as she passes the bead on the way to the window.
Leaning out she cranes her neck, looking for the fleeing woman.
Well, Pyron would have gone after her since he was already looking at the edges of the roofline. He will race to the side of the edge to see where she is and will assess the quickest path to reach her safely.
What the...
Gaius pulls back the covers to examine the body in the bed.
Pyron chases after Wednesday and Zart (and the zoog) as Tolenn and Gaius enter the tiny structure. Gaius pulls back the covers beside the open window, revealing the cliche pillows under the blankets routine the woman was trying to use to buy time.
Gaius and Tolenn see through the window, and the other three as they come around the corner of the building, a young blond woman matching exactly to Croft's description scampering across the next rooftop. She looks back, her eyes widening as she spies your group starting to pursue.
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Initiative: Tolenn, Gaius, Pyron, Trinia, Zart, Wednesday
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Tolenn climbs out the window and runs across the rooftop, almost immediately slipping and sliding on the hard shingles. Almost falling to the the ground far below, she realizes that with her armor she has almost no chance of catching the fleeing woman.
"Trinia, come back, we're here to protect you. I swear it, on Sarenae's Grace!" she calls out.
Diplomacy
Turning back to Quaina he arches an eyebrow slightly. "I'm beginning to believe your boss does not like me."
Daud can't help but smirk back at the woman. "I do indeed, but at the moment you have me intrigued in other matters. What 'stupid lil thing' is bothering Halvara at the present?" Slipping his hand into his coat pocket he just as soon pulls it back out, a gold coin dancing its way between his fingers.
Putting one arm around her waist he leans in to mime a whisper before nibbling on her earlobe, with his coin hand working a line up her stomach before gently groping her breast, he uses the action to let the coin gently fall between her mounds. Releasing her ear he only slightly lets the arm sround her waist slacken. "Consider me confused now, if I paid for all of her time then why should she be mad? That just means more clients for the rest of you."
So she was looking after her? But if people stopped asking for her she wouldn't work here anymore... So do I distance myself..? Or do I remain selfish..? Slipping his hand back into his pocket he'll begin pulling away from her while once again taking her hands in his, pushing the coin into her palm while doing so, and bring them to his lips. "Thank you for your time milady."
Turning on his heel Daud will saunter back over to Halvara. "My thanks for your recommendation, and absolutely no offense meant towards the lovely Quaina, but I think I will wait for Valeria." Motioning towards the bar, "Would you be opposed to a drink, on me, while I await her?"
The striking half-elf laughs. "Ever the charmer. Drinks are free for me, any time I wish for them. Which I don't...too much wine on my head causes poor decision making." Her smile fades as she takes on a more serious tone. "And why should I allow that? She's a whore, good fellow, if a well paid one. I don't need anyone putting any notions in her head that she's anything but."
I immediately retract all former thoughts of sincerity towards this woman.
A slight twinge in his face belies his reaction to the certain word Halvara used. "Because I care for her, and I pay for her attention just like everyone else? Or have you already forgotten how happily you took my money yesterday?"
I'm going to enjoy killing this woman.
If looks could kill the skin of Halvara's face would have melten off as her head burst into flame at this point, though shaking he does not raise his fists, instead digging his fingers into the palms causing a bleeding as the nails tear into flesh. With a steady stream of red running down from his nostrils he speaks, his voice akin to glass on bloody gravel. "And how would one go about ending her selling herself? Is she under contract? Or is their anything I could do for you? You obviously leave no wanting for drinks, flesh, or gold, but is their anything else? Any task you would like completed, discretely or otherwise?"
As Halvara speaks the tension holding him seems to leave as wuickly as if someone turned on a faucet. At her last quip he can't help but smirk. "She is that attractive, isn't she. When I first met her I thought we could just keep things casual as a mistress and her paramour, but I guess... I fell in love with her. I will return with your 500 gold." Snatching her hand he will bring it up to his lips in quick kiss before letting it go. "Thank you for listening to the ramblings of a pathetic, broken man." He'll then turn to leave.
About to exit the Daud will stop and rummage through all of his pockets before returning to Halvara with a bag slightly more stuffed than what would be recommended. "500 gold, correct?"
Halvara smiles widely as she accepts the money, nodding for one of her enforcers to approach. When the man does, she says, "Go gather Valeria and her things and bring her here." As he moves to do so, she will back off from Daud, eyeing the man warily as they wait.
The blonde woman cautiously winds her way through the narrow gap, turning around and flicking her wand in the direction of:
1-Gaius
2-Tolenn
3-Pyron
4-Wednesday
5-Zart
Will DC 15 or lose next action.
Gaius takes a moment to survey the scene, looking for a better path of pursuit.
After she aims a spell at Pyron, he calls to the others.
She doesn't want our help. We need to take her down fast before she gets all of us killed.
He traverses the gap and closes distance with his quarry.
The much clumsier and less perceptive summoner attempts to follow.
Amazingly, Zart manages to more-or-less mimic the Zoog's movements.
Daud stoicly stands where he is, the bloodflow seemingly stopped but he hasn't made a move to clean his face, as if he was unaware of it.
Daud tries to jump after the fleeing Trinia but misjudges, luckily catching himself on a previously unseen bridge.
That's find, Wednesday, about the PMing.
You both moved 3 forward, Zart. :)
Zart moves forward , pulls out a greasy yellow blob from his component pouch and casts a spell in the slippery tongue of buttermancy:
"γράσο"
A large (10 ft) area of grease appears around Trinia. Her feet find themselves on a surface almost completely lacking in friction. It smells great, though.
Zart realizes that his successful flirtation with rapid movement was pure luck, plain and simple. He decides that another creature is needed to deal with the slippery Trinia - one that does not need to worry about climbing on rooftops.
In the dark tongue of shadowmancy, Zart begins the incantations to call a shadow eagle into being:
"καλέσει τέρας σκιά αετός"
If saved, then Pyron will move a square forward.
Initiative Round 2:Tolenn, Gaius, Pyron, Trinia, Zart, Wednesday
Zart and his pet Zoog are hot on the trail of the blond vixen, Gaius not far behind. Pyron takes it slow and steady, hoping to capitalize on a mistake by Trinia. Tolenn and Wednesday both try to move quickly, but their large size and the weight of their equipment makes the going treacherous.
Gaius advances on the seemingly dangerous woman, then draws a large back from his backpack.
On Pyron's turn, he moves another square forward. Pyron will use the ghost sound spell to have voices saying, I found her, kill her! on the other side of her (DC Will Save 14 or disbelief). Then I will respond with, Come here, quickly. We are trying to help save your life. (I am not sure how you want to work the spell failure/success with my urgency for her to come with us through the diplomacy roll.)
Pyron cleverly tries to coerce Trinia into submission, using a spell to imitate pursuers on the other side.
Trinia responds to the distraction by turning 90 degrees to the right and continuing away from both threats, blatantly ignoring Pyron's request, nicely phrased as it was. Maybe the fact that he looks like a hellspawn didn't help.