Braelex takes out a flask and opens it, the liquid contents within give off acrid-scented green-tinged smoke. With a grimace, she drinks it down.
I suppose I should enumerate those consequences. You cannot attempt another monument boon for 24 hours.
Lorlenn glances at Clarence and Fulmen before whispering, "Which one of you is our scout?"
Lorlenn touches the butterfly symbol hanging from his neck while saying a quick prayer.
"I grew up in this kind of environment, but my skills of hiding and sneaking around are a bit rusty."
"I might be able to obscure myself in mist and get closer if mists or fogs form around the docks here, otherwise, it might stick out as being too unnatural."
There doesn't appear to be anyone on the roof that your keen eyes can pick out in the light
Fulmen gauges the approach and determines he can get close enough without using mist, given he can approach from the corner unseen. Glancing in just under a board with about a half-inch gap, the druid sees the flickering light illuminating a portion of the room. Something blocks the source of the light from Fulmen's view ... possibly a wall.
"Aye, so thar's someone in that place, is there?", he says eyeing the boarded up windows. "Sounds like a job for a smoothie like meself. I may be big, but I'm pretty quiet."
Relan's watches as the two sneak up on the building. Turning to scan the darkness for other signs of life, he continued to survey the area his hand on his hilt, ready for action.
Clarence moves with a grace and stealth not normally seen in one so bulky. Like a hunting cat, he sneaks up behind Fulmen to peer in as well. He sees the same area and notes he could probably fire a crossbow bolt through the gap in the window although he wouldn't be able to see to aim.
Fulmen and Clarence watch for a while, but other than the light, they don't see or hear any other signs of anyone inside.
Fulmen whispers to Clarence "I haven't heard anything. Let's circle around and see if we can get a better view inside or hear anything. If there's nothing inside the meeting may be in a cellar." He then looks back toward the group and gives a sign that he doesn't see or hear anything inside.
Lorlenn says, "We're on our way to a rendezvousbetween slavers and presumably, buyers. Ostensibly, we're trying to find the informant, which means we need to get information out of the slavers if Natalya is not present. But just to be clear, I've got no qualms about busting enough heads to send a message that slavery will not be tolerated in Magnimar."
He looks around sternly and continues, "Does anyone disagree that no transaction will be allowed to happen in our presence, even if Natalya is not among the 'goods' being sold?"
"And of course, after we have our information, we'll need to inform the watch of where to find those who we have questioned.
"What? You mean cause a ruckus in the middle of a big ol' public auction?" Clarence's face splits into a mile-wide grin, "Count me in! That sounds like more fun and racin' anacondas!"
"Let's see what he have in 'ere.", Clarence says as he peers subtly through the crack and into the glittering light of the adjoining room.
Any other actions or shall I assume you scout the main doors and enter the building?
Shaking his head no, "No disagreement here." grinning he taps the hilt of his sword. "Come to think of it, if we can grab a couple of the leaders, we might get that meeting we wanted over at Arvensoar."
The party moves with ease around the north east side of the old building. Even though the moon is bright, the tavern is boarded up pretty tight and there doesn't seem to be anyone on the streets nearby. Staying close to the building, they come to the front of the tavern where a broken hanging sign once thrust out proudly above the large wooden doors. Once boarded themselves (the nail holes are still visible), the right most door hangs slightly open and Fulmen is able to peer inside into a vast common room, but can only see old, dusty tavern tables and chairs, some stacked, some knocked over. The light flickers from the north, illuminating a bar/kitchen area about 20 foot in radius. There are no signs of life or movement. Fulmen and Clarence don't note any traps or locks on the doors
Lorlenn whispers to the rest of the party, "Hug right, into the light? Or left, away from it?"
"Always go left," Braelex states the obvious.
"Stay out of the light till we've explored the rest." he whispered. "Although Ill take bets that this meeting place is underground, so we should keep our eyes out for any cellar doors or hidden latches."
The party stumbles around to the left in the dark. The touch of moonlight helps make out large objects just shortly before you collide with them but the going is slow. Fulmen gets to the southern wall dodging some tables and chairs and turns west to move when he sees a blast of color explode in the darkness to the north washing over Relan, Andel, Lorlenn, and Braelex.
For a moment you all catch a glimpse of a dirty blonde, thin rat-faced man with a smudge of a goatee as he appears in the blast of light. He disappears again as the darkness washes back over you.
Andel catches the brunt of the multi-colored spray and his eyes roll back in his head as he crashes to the wooden floor.
"'Ay, elf. If you were gonna toss your little fire pots, now's a right-good time," says Clarence as he shoulders his crossbow, pointing it in the general direction of the last position the Plutivarch was seen.
Lorlen tries to shout, but only mumbles, "Cuwhir..." as he tumbles to the floor.
Overwhelmed by the magic, Braelex collapses to the floor.
As the color spills out over the party, Relan jerks his shield up managing to shield his eyes from most of the technocolor display. Shaking his head he looks up in time to see the party around him, with the exception of Clarence, crumple to the floor.
"We need some more light in this place." Reading his weapon, Relan prepares for battle.
The sorcerer bites off a couple magical words and again is momentarily visible as two pinkish bolts of force shoot from the man's fingers to fly unerringly striking Relan in the chest.
force damage.
HP: 8/12
Relan grunts in pain from the blast and whips out the potion Shelia had given him earlier. "Glad I saved this for later." he thinks drinking it down feeling the warm healing power taking away some of the sting of the magic bolts.
Tossing away the bottle, he growls and moves to attack the last location the spellcaster appeared.
Fulmen calls upon the winds and uses Storm Burst on the mage.
Braelex remains unconscious.
"Woodpeckers..." Clarence mutters and the lets the bolt fly towards his best guess as to where the sorcerer was last standing.
Clarence lets a bolt fly and hears the unsatisfying thunk of it hitting the fall wall. Fulmen attempts a burst of wind and rain but misjudges the location and it explodes harmlessly near by. Relan crawls over the table and in the shadows is able to make out the sorceror nearby.
The man sees Relan and stumbles back from him 5 feet and then mutters "Damn it, a caster." He switches targets and launches more magic missiles at Fulmen, dropping the druid to the ground.
force damage
"Relan! Light us up, blast-it-all! My lantern's on the mule! I'll keep 'im dodging!" Clarence reloads and fires another bolt into the darkness, thankful his crossbow is still in one piece this time.
Braelex remains unconscious, murmuring something in her sleep.
HP: 10/12
Relan grabs a torch and lights it from the tinderbox, filling the room with torchlight moving forward to engage the caster and cut off his escape.
Relan strikes a torch and flickering light floods the dusty common room. The man shrinks away and blinks at the bright light, holding his hand up and losing part of it as Clarence's bolt shreds the fleshy part.
"Fool Pathfinder, go down!" The man shouts as he steps away from Relan and shoots darts of force at Clarence.
HP: 10/12
Finally ready to attack, Relan moves forward into striking distance and swings at the mage.