"Actually, children, that is good advice for all of you." Rosa tries again, smiling. "Please just stay out of our way and I'm sure that we can help you once Lamm is. . . taken care of permanently." The priestess draws forth her whip as she moves up behind the melee combatants, waiting for the right moment.
That is not Lamm. The barbarian barks out. He is not in this room.
The Lambs continue to scatter, trying to get out of the melee. Seren fires an arrow across the room, but his target sees him aiming and ducks behind the railing in time.
Demitri swings his longsword, but the swarthy thug narrowly dodges the attack. Melianthe calls him out, and he has to make a double-take on the elf; still, her words leave him noticeably shaken. Absinthe ends his distress, leaping over the catwalk railing to close on him, before driving her rapier through his torso. Gasping and gurgling, the man drops to the boards.
Rosa draws her whip and moves up behind Segang, her words making little difference to the already disengaged children... except for one, a taller boy who steps forward with a shovel full of rancid fish slurry, and hurls it at the thug facing Segang. Unfortunately, his aim is poor and it only spatters across their feet. Segang slashes out, but the foe parries with his own blade. He ripostes, but Segang narrowly avoids it.
Bloo keeps snapping at Dimitri, but has yet to penetrate his armor.
Another foe steps in, swinging a studded club at Absinthe. What looks like a sure hit suddenly flies wide, as the man slips on a patch of slurry at the last second.
The woman moves down the catwalk, hurling another dart at Melianthe, and cursing as she again misses high.
"No, I ain't Lamm. And yer come to tha wrong place!" The blonde man takes up a wand, pointing it at Absinthe and shooting a small ball of acid her way. She doesn't even have to move, as it hits the floor a few feet short.
"Good enough," Rosa favors the older boy with a smile, before turning her attention to the fighting as a whole. "Now, as for you lot...I believe that this may be getting a little out of hand. Blessings of the Goddess shall see us through this..."[/ooc]
"What is it with dogs attacking me today. I actually like them."
Demitri strikes at the man harassing Absinthe, ignoring the canine for the time being.
"Such sorrow," Absinthe says as she dodges the attacks. "But the night is not a total loss. One sees children kept in filthy bondage, who one should like to free. If Lamm is not here, where might he be?"
Even while she speaks, Absinthe launches an attack on the next thug to get in her zone.
Yea. Where is Lamm then? Sagang fires off to the blond man. We heard this is his base.
He takes another swords swing at his foe, continuing his rage.
Seren sees the wand and changes targets, firing at the apparent caster.
Melianthe moves behind Demitri, murmuring, "My meatshie--er, my hero. And now, good night, dartess."
Seren takes aim on the acid hurler and lets fly and arrow, clipping the man. He howls in pain, badly over-exaggerating the wound. "Why would I tell you bastards anything?! You come into our place unwelcome and killing everyone you see. Go to Hell!"
Demitri and Absinthe spar with their foe, but he parries and dodges their blows. Melianthe casts a hex at the dart thrower, and without delay she slumps to the boards, snoring.
Rosa calls Calistria to bless the group. Segang swings and hits his opponent, dropping him bleeding to the floor.
Absinthe's foe counters with his club, slamming her hard in the chest. Bloo continues to harry Demitri ineffectively.
The blonde man snarls at the sleeping woman and moves to her. "Get up, slut. We don't pay you to sleep on the job!" He gives her a swift kick, breaking the sleeping spell. Groggy, she gets back to her feet.
Demitri, blessed by the Savored Sting, strikes at the man in yellow. "That's no way to talk to a woman. Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"
"Brother Segang, might one request a 'tag'?" Absinthe calls out. She jabs her rapier at her opponent one more time, the power of Calistria enhancing her own skills, then backs up towards Rosa. "One is feeling a little... faint."
Unsure if the boy blocking the stairs will allow him to pass through the barbarian deftly hops over the rail and moves into the space vacated by Absinthe.
Back away lad. he tells the youth. You will be safe on the platform behind me. His gaze locks with the low life K9 and his cool rage continues to drive him. I see you can beat up a lady. Lets see how you fair against a man with a just cause. He slices down at the man who has wounded his new friend.
Seren frowns, pondering the meaning of the blonde man's comments and hesitates for a moment, and then shakes his head, firing again.
Melianthe directs her gaze at the blonde man. "You're quite disagreeable, aren't you."
Seren fires another arrow at Yargin, missing the mark by a few feet. Demitri slashes at the thug assailing Absinthe, leaving a bloody gash along his shoulder. Absinthe stabs, missing, before retreating a few steps, getting within Rosa's reach for a healing spell. Segang jumps the railing, brushes past Absinthe to take her spot, and drops the foe with a powerful overhead chop.
Melianthe casts a hex on Yargin, who is already struggling to keep control of his henchmen. "Do something, you worthless swine! Stop them!" he screams, pointing his wand at Segang. It flashes, but the acid spell fizzles with a pop and hiss. "Damnation! Farking waste of money!" he rants, turning red with anger. Seeing the battle a lost cause, he starts back up the catwalk and runs out the door.
Bloo continues to fight like the enraged mutt he is, finally latching his jaws around Demitri's calf and rending a ragged wound.
Seeing Yargin fleeing out the west exit, the remaining woman drops her darts and throws up her hands.
Rosa places a hand on Absinthe's forhead from above, only kneeling down slightly to do it...
Timing her move carefully, Rosa's whip suddenly cracks the air in Bloo's face as a distraction from Segang's wild chopping strike.
Seren switches targets again firing at the rabid dog.
for firing into melee
Letting his rage drop from him Sagang steps forward, standing over his previous foe (K9) and puts down the dog.
Melianthe smiles at the dart holding woman. "Remove all your weapons and kick them away from you, my dear. NOW."
"And for the record, I'm sure your blond friend is far more of a slut. I truly loathe men who use that term exclusively to women. Perhaps we'll carve the word into his skin."
"Your assistance is deeply appreciated, priestess," Absinthe murmurs. Her vitality restores, the tiefling dashes forward and adds her blade to the attack on Bloo.
If the dog is already dead, Absinthe advances on the dart-thrower -- and grabs her weapon off the floor. "One is pleased to accept your surrender," she tells the woman. "But one requires you surrender the rest of your weaponry, also, before we proceed."
Demitri winces as the dog's teeth find his leg.
Assuming the dog is down, he limps towards the dart thrower, seemingly ignoring his massive leg wound.
"Where is Lamm?"
Seren tries to fire an arrow at Bloo, but with all the movement cannot line up a good shot. Demitri winces, but holds off attacking. Segang moves in and dispatches Bloo with a single blow.
Threatened from multiple fronts, the woman removes a dagger from her belt and tosses it away. She is obviously frightened for her life.
While snatching up the woman's weaponry, Absinthe fires three questions at the woman: "The door your cowardly compatriot fled through -- where does it lead? What are the traps? And where is Lamm?!"
"Oh, by all means, don't tell them anything," Rosa adds, in a manner that may seem contradictory, but there's something about her delighted, almost child-like smile at the thought that probably comes across as disturbing. "There are oh so many things the temple taught me about getting information I would love to practice with you,"
"I donno, to tha front? I nevah seen Lamm, I jus' do what Yargin say to!"
"Very good," Absinthe says, a sweet smile on her lips. "One does not have time to skin you right now. Should one find out that you ever so much as touched one of these children... Well. One's kind is long-lived. One might take out a few years to teach you the error of your ways."
Her rapier resting very lightly against the woman's throat, Absinthe leans forward to stare her right in the eye. "One suggests you go out the door, jump in the ocean and swim far away from Korvosa. Do not try to contact Lamm or Yargin. One will find out if you do, and one feels strongly motivated to introduce you to one's mother. She has a masterful hand with the whip.
Run."
Sagang pursues. Lets not allow Yargin to escape.
"Do you know these Lambs, Moon? Can we direct them to a safe house away from here?"
Melianthe taps Segang and Demitri on their shoulders. "Let's move. Yargin will get away, and there's a good chance that despicable light-blasted gutter-drinker Lamm isn't even here, or is leaving as we dawdle."
She chuckles throatily in camaraderie with Absinthe and Rosa. "The Triple Goddess of Moon and Vengeance rises, my sisters. Who needs Aroden?" She loads her crossbow, humming something low in Elven, and gets ready to head for the next room.
Seren nods at Segang, picks up his rapier and lantern and stows his bow, and takes up the pursuit.
This is quite a social lot ... very different from my last crew. I think I like them!
Demitri seems a little off-put by the threats made by the women in the party. Crossing the line between interrogation and torture was not something he was comfortable with. Hopefully this was just a convincing bluff. His thoughts are interrupted by the tap on the shoulder.
"Agreed, get the children somewhere safe and then we'll pursue. He isn't going to get away from us." He heads into the next room, blood trailing from his calf...
Rosa nods, before turning back to the children and switching back to the bags of treats. "I assume you are all hungry? Why don't you have some and wait here while we go...discuss your current living arrangements with Lamm? Afterwards, well, we'll find somewhere much better for you to sleep and deal with things in the longer term tomorrow?"
"I almost didn't notice with what's been going on, but you're good with kids."
Rosa nods, before turning back to the children and switching back to the bags of treats. "I assume you are all hungry? Why don't you have some and wait here while we go...discuss your current living arrangements with Lamm? Afterwards, well, we'll find somewhere much better for you to sleep and deal with things in the longer term tomorrow?"
Kester, who appears to be the oldest of the group, gives you a sour look but nods. The Lambs do not wait to start picking over the bodies of the fallen thugs.
Someone should stay, gather our plunder worth taking and keep the kids safe and together.
"Kids, always impatient. These little ones aren't going to stick around for long." "Speaking of which, where are you, my little girl? Are you alright? I wish I had some clue on your wellbeing.." Demitri shakes his head of such thoughts. Dwelling on things wasn't going to help anyone. "If anyone is gonna do it, I think Rosa should. She seems to have a rapport with them."
She glances askance at Demitri, then shrugs. I really don't see it, but then, I should trust them to do the job. And playing babysitter will definitely help keep the boys motivated. Coming to her conclusion, she takes a seat on the stairs. "Oh, before I forget, is anyone hurt?" She fingers the wasp medallion around her neck slightly as she speaks...
"I'm alright.." Demitri replies before almost stumbling from the pain in his leg.
"Now now.." Rosa smirks "What do we say about going on when you're clearly in no condition...
"I'm fine, oof.." Demitri exclaims as he tries to stand on the hurt appendage. "Maybe not. Many thanks."