"Answer me, goblin." says Alastor with a less than friendly voice tone. "Who was the human who told you about this cadaver? What was he or she like? Tell all you can."
The warrior draws his bardiche, just in case. Past battles and ambushes taught Alastor to be cautious.
""'Humans' he says." Codrus grumbles as he follows.
Arriving at the body, he stoops down and examines the body, taking care not to touch it just yet.
"Humans!" Glaive intones also. He follows Tarragon and the other biologicals down into the sewers, falchion drawn and buckler ready to repulse attacks.
Once the body is located, Glaive takes up sentry duty on one side of the examination area, and orders Tomp to take position on the other, so that Tarragon, the body and the other biologicals are between warforged sentries.
While the others examine the dead human, Glaive takes a moment to see if he can discern anything untoward or unusual about the tunnel that might give a clue as to the means of the human's demise.
Seeing Tomp heading to the other warforges, Zakmakiv decides to follow them, speaking softly to Tomp, "Seeing you were kind and friendly to me, would you mind if I tag along to see what this all about...".
She follows the warforge group, always moving about them looking between their legs and above for any signs of danger, all the while altering her skin colour to to match up with warforge and surrounding walls conceal her presence. At times Tomp and others would not see her briefly, then suddenly appears in different spot, if they actively trying to keep track of her.
Not trusting the goblin considering his lies already, she notches an arrow ready to use her bow.
"Come little friend, let's see what is this about" Tomp tells to the lizard as they walk behind the others,
When they arrived at the location, he stands guard on the other side as Glaive orders, in lookout for any trouble.
He seems distracted with something...
Following the others, Tarragon makes her way into the sewers. "I will never fully understand how the fleshies make such waste. How do they do it?" she thinks as she notices stuff that would make anyone gag that had a nose.
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"Strange that he doesn't seem to have been robbed," Codrus says. "even after the fact."
Glaive nods, agreeing with the minotaur.
"Perhaps the robber, robbers, murderer or murderer's were disturbed. Or are sending a message to someone. Someone related to either the signet on the ring or any contents of the satchel. Or, perhaps he was robbed - of something more significant than either satchel or ring."
After a little while moving about the legs of the group members looking for any danger and observing the body, she speaks softly in draconic, "Still wearing gold ring, not taken after all this time.[b]" She keeps her arrow notched ready to be pulled, she changes to common, "[b]Something is very strange here, rich human not been looted clean.", looks towards goblin, "Start talking, this is definitely not normal."
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As concentrated on the goblin as all of you were, you failed to see a number of robed figures silently approaching from across the street and closing the alley entrance, as well as blocking the sides of the street. There are six of them. Before you manage to ask about their intentions, the leading figure raises its arms shoots a crossbow at the goblin you were questioning, killing him on the spot. The rest of the figures quickly draw short swords from somewhere and let their capes drop. You can see that all of them are warforged...
"And that would be why!" Codrus snarled, sliding a javelin into his hand, his thick fingers taking hold of the the cord wrapped around the end.
Tomp raises his shield and points his sword to his fellows warforged,
"That's why nobody likes us!" He shouts in a way his robotic voice imitates a angry tone,
"Glaive! Tarragon! We are under attack.. Commencing order 2456: Attack, Formation: Train slam." Tomp robotic voice sounds without him moving his mouth, like playing the sound from his inner system like an alarm.
Alastor doesn't say a word. He simply enters his favored combat stance and readies his weapon.
Drawing her longbow, Tarragon readies for combat.
"Your actions are unwarranted. Desist or you will be met with force." she says to the newcomers.
After seeing the goblin fall with a bolt ending it's biological capability Glaive checks either end of the alley his group are in.
"Warforged! Very well allies, let's try to flank them if combat ensues." murmurs the warforged to his new compatriots.
Glaive nods at Tomp's plan, extends his arm and points to the 'forged crossbowman with his falchion tip.
"That one is mine. Flank them where possible!"
Round 1
Free Action: Call out the leader.
Swift Action: Vendetta: Justice Judgment on the leader/designated crossbowman.
Standard Action: Tactician - gives everyone the benefits of Precise Strike for three rounds.
"I don't think they will, Ma'am!" Codrus said to Tarragon, hurling his Javelin at the Warforged nearest the wall. The shaft spins as it is released, uncoiling from the strap wrapped around it.
Tomp guards himself with his shield as he moves towards the warforged in the direction Glaive pointer, he starts to wave his longsword and attacks...
"Drop your weapons and surrender!" Tomp orders the warforged as he enter combat.
With a few eldritch words, Alastor calls the power of the divine upon his new companions and himself.
That's a +1 to attack rolls, everyone.
"Get back here, we're not finished" Codrus cried before taking off after them.
"Don't try to escape" Tomp puts aside his shield and stretches his metalic arm slashing at the running warforged with his longsword,
He reaches the warforged and the sword damages the body of his opponent.
Glaive stretches out to attack the leader...
[+3 Str, +1 BAB, +1 Weapon Focus, +1 bless, +1 vendetta]
[Two handed Strength, +1 vendetta]
As the warforge draw their weapons she fires her readied bow sending the arrow directly to the leader of the attacker.
As they turn to run she notches another arrow and fires again at the leader.
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As you proceed to overwhelm the group of strange warforged, Alastor proves to be extremely effective, bashing one so hard that its head was split open. The rest of them perish under the hail of blows and strikes, except the one that Corus had pinned down. The warforged struggles trying to dislodge the minotaur, but Corus' weight proves to be too much for his damaged body to handle.
"Maybe he can answer our questions, then!" Codrus said, trying to keep the warforged pinned underneath him.
Glaive edges forward and places his falchion close to the enemy warforged's eyes.
"Do as the minotaur says! Stop struggling and tell us who sent you and why..."
After the surprise attack, Zakmakiv speaks softly, "I keep watch while you question this live one...", moving to the edge of the ally entrance against the wall peering both directions to see if she can spot anyone else that may be interested in the goblin and dead human. All the while keeping an arrow notched.
"I will stay alert as well." says Alastor, as he starting looking around for suspicious activities.
"He's a machine under orders, why we don't deliver him to the authorities?" Tomp ask naively to the others.