Walks beside Thalin pointing at various boat and speaking of starting a shilping enterprise.
Irontusk still continues his work on the boat he his on, he does not appear to notice anybody looking for him as you continue to walk along the pier.
Kyle you reach the boat were Irontusk is working he seems not to taking any notice in you and continues to work on knotting ropes on the boat.
Tessa follows Kyle but hangs back, letting the Suloise man take point. She stays back by the buildings, waiting to see how Irontusk reacts before blowing Kyle's cover.
Maybe I can end this before it begins. Kyle taps Irontusk on the shoulder, giving him an uppercut when he looks up. "Where's my key, Rustjaw?"
for non-lethal damage
crit confirm (vs Flat footed) for additional non-lethal
Irontusk howls in pain from the sudden punch in the face from Kyle.
The half-orc quickly regains his wits, "Piss off you little orange haired freak, I got a job to do."
Irontusk then grabs his club from his belt, "Looks like you need a good beatin'."
Ralafas
Thalin
Queslin
Kyle
Tessa
Irontusk
Head in that direction as quickly as my dwarven legs will get me there!
Shortbow: fire into melee
to hit to hurt
Queslin swiftly picks up his bow and fires at Irontusk.
Move in myself.
Once Irontusk goes for his club, Tessa breaks from the line of buildings, moving directly towards the other half-orc. She likewise pulls a club, lending support to Kyle. "Stand down," she orders, narrowing her eyes and leveling her cudgel.
The half-orc flies into a rage, frothing at the mouth as he brings his club to bear on Kyle.
Irontusk hits Kyle hard, causing the little man to crumble to the floor of the boat.
Tessa's eyes flash with anger as Irontusk's club strikes Kyle hard in the temple. "Big mistake," she says, her voice steely with righteous wrath. "Stand down. Last chance."
Shortbow: fire into melee
to hit to hurt
Queslin fires off another shot, then runs after his comrades.
Stability vs DC 10
Kyle bleeds out more life....
Irontusk looks down at Kyle's bleeding body, "Sorry squirt shouldn't have punched me in the face like that."
He then climbs out of the boat and on to the dock.
Queslin continues to move and shoot.
Shortbow:
to hit to hurt
Queslin you graze Irontusk with your bow.
Stabilized!
"Fine. Your way then."
Tessa strikes Irontusk in the skull, striking to subdue, rather than kill. The group needed him alive to talk.
And Tessa is very good at making people talk.
Move up to Irontusk and hit him with my cudgel. Nonlethal at no penalty due to Bludgeoner.
Just realized he has blunt arrows. He'll start using those.
Shortbow: fire into melee
to hit to hurt
Queslin you fire your blunt tipped arrow at Irontusk hitting him squarely, the brute drops to the ground unconscious.
Thalin toes Irontusk. "He's no' ginnae answer ques'ions like t'at." He stows his shield and weapon before squatting in front of the half-orc. Properly securing a tower shield takes a few moments, you understand. Then he picks the half-orc up in fireman's carry. "Ooof. He needs ta go onna die'. Where to?"
"Alleyway," Tessa says, leaning down to check on Kyle. "We should go. Guards will come. Again." She looks to Ralafas as he arrives on the scene. "Fix him." She realizes the terseness of her words, and adds another word. "Please." It's said as emotionless and gravelly as the others, but she says it with an earnestness in her eyes that the priest of the Green Lady probably hasn't seen before.
The party grabs Irontusk and Kyle and head to one of the near by alleys. Most of the workers quickly go back to their work with a shrug. No sign of the watch either.
After retreating to one of the many alleyways, Tessa withdraws some rope and secures the larger warrior with the cord. She pulls out her waterskin and presses on the bladder to squirt him straight in the face with a blast.
"Wake up, she says impatiently. "Told you. Big mistake. Wanted to talk. That was then. Now...." She glances over to Kyle's still form as Ralafas cares for him. "He's hurt. Bad. You're not." She leans in close.
"Yet." She flashes a toothy grin, and lays the oaken cudgel on his shoulder. "Talk to keep it that way. Or don't. Your choice. Both are good."
Queslin stands watch over the alley, trying to keep anyone from coming by and bothering them.
The dwarf pulls his tower shield off of his back, and brings it around into more of a readied position, and then sets the edge of it along the inside of Irontusk's left thigh. "'T's amazin' how much weigh' onna t'ese cin suppor'. Two er t'ree bodies wort' o' weigh' leanin' on on et'in edge o' hard shied, placed in a tender area cin really wake a man up, if ya know wha' Ah mean."
Irontusk groggily wakes up."Sorry about the little munchkin, but he punched me hard, and I have anger issues."Flashing a toothy grin.
"But look I was hired to rob the lock smith, it was just business. Nothing personal."
Tessa removes the cudgel from Irontusk's shoulder, and leans in close to him. Her voice is quiet, but carries with it a whispered clarity. "'It is wise to direct your anger towards problems -- not people; to focus your energies on answers -- not excuses,'" she intones. She straightens herself, her gaze never leaving Irontusk's bewildered eyes. "[b]So says the Wise Fool."
Then she slams the cudgel top of Thalin's shield. There's a long pause between the clang of wood against metal and the muffled whimper of pain that issues from the prostrate half-breed.
She continued her even stare, her disapproving glance at the man that had hurt Kyle. "Who bought you? Talk, or I hit the shield once more." She patted the cudgel's head on top of Thalin's shield with growing impatience with the half-breed.
"Well seeing as I don't have many options here, I will tell you. As they say no honor among thieves, haha"
"A gang called the Green Daggers hired me to rob the locksmith, they only wanted a plain looking copper key. Everything else was mine for the taking."
Walks over to Kyke and murmurs a quick prayer to the Lady.
"Where do we find them?", Tessa asks. If she's feeling any sort of impatience, she's definitely not showing it or letting it creep into her eerily calm voice.
"Find them you say, well I know, how about a finder's fee?
Kyle jerks up as the healing stitches his wounds. *Cough* spits out a bit of blood. He stirs, still less than perfectly healthy, but much better than unconscious. He rises, moving towards Irontusk and the others. he sighs when he sees they have it under control.
"Thanks Ralafas, and thank your lady for me while you're at it." To Irontusk's request for a finders fee, he chuckles, looking at the shield wedged on his leg. "Damn, Rustmaw, what are kneecaps going for these days?"
"Finder's Fee? Shur. Ye wanna hafta fin' t'e lef' one 'r t'e righ' one?" As he's talking, he start adjusting the bottom of the shiled more to Irontusk's torso, without really moving away from the thigh that much.
Hold still I'm not done yet...
Murmurs a quick prayer and waves her symbol in the air. to all.
"You are bad at this," Tessa says, shaking her head. "Coins was the soft way. You went for hard. Last chance. Where are they?" She raises the club above her head, and prepares to bring it back down again, this time harder than before.
Irontusk bellows in pain,"oww, watch the shield there stumpy."
"Okay since you put it so nicely, the Green Daggers Guildhouse is located in the river quarter. It is an old merchant house on Zyzar street. It is old an run down you can't miss it."
He then looks over at Tessa, "Say when this all over how about you and I get a drink?"
"Aye t'ink he jest asked ta find t'e lef' one. How else will he know ya care?"
Tessa's eyes narrow as the thief propositions her. "Not on your life," she replies, and kicks him in the head, returning him to unconsciousness. "Not my type."
Irontusk responding to Tessa before she knocks him out, "Oh come on give a half...."