Balthazar drinks a shield extract.
"Thanks.."Akasha says, recasting the light spell on her right glove.
Once the group is ready she makes her way down the hallway, weapon at the ready.
Rat 3:
Balthazar:
Silian:
Vannevar:
Akasha:
Lianna:
Bosramir:
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Bosramir, Vannevar, Lianna, Silian, Rat 1, Rat 3, Akasha, Balthazar
Akasha approaches the door and is a bit taken aback with just how swiftly the rats have begun to devour Aeyra's body. The half-elf isn't even recognizable any longer. Her face is mostly ripped away, skull and teeth showing through. Her armor has been torn to shreds, and one of the horrid rats has managed to relieve her corpse of an arm, which it can be seen eating in the opening of the door. The other rat is snout deep in her abdomen, a sickening sloshing sound can be heard as it consumes her viscera. Both rats, as well as the room, are drenched in blood.
Balthazar looks at the bomb in his hand thoughtfully. "Would you all mind if I gave it a try before you get in the way again?"
"Go for it." Akasha replies tightly.
Bosramir hears the gnomes plan and stays put, hammer in hand.
Balthazar drinks his mutagen and nods. "Stay down the hall. I'll give a yell if I need you. Try to stay back so you don't get burned."
Splash Damage = 4
Balthazar tosses his bomb into the room, targeting the rat furthest from him, the one eating an arm. The bomb explodes, nicely injuring both rats in the room and knocking the target rat back beneath a nearby table.
Bosramir moves in front of the gnome and attacks.
Bosmramir's blow, though well placed, does nothing more than slide off of the rat's well armored body.
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Bosramir, Vannevar, Lianna, Silian, Rat 1, Rat 3, Akasha, Balthazar
"...Or just run in swinging. Because that worked so well before."
"Fall back! Now that they know we're here, make them come to us, and shoot as the come down the hall!"
Bosramir takes a couple steps back.
Bosramir takes a couple steps back.
The first rat snaps at Bosramir.
The second rat scurries out from under the table it was blasted under and lunges at Bosramir, who falls unconscious and is now dying.
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Bosramir, Vannevar, Lianna, Silian, Rat 1, Rat 3, Akasha, Balthazar
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"I can see their muzzles as they stand in the doorway, the dwarf has lined himself up to be their next meal. Balthazar, if you'd be so kind as to get them a little more taste of fire, perhaps we can actually see what it is in this room... and the others, before noontide, especially if we are to reach the dwarf before it is too late."
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The intricate Dragonmark on Akasha's thigh begins to glow, a radiant blue energy that also spreads up her arm to her hand. As she steps forward and crouches to touch Balthazar on the shoulder, the glow spreading to encompass them both.
"You've been the most successful so far, keep at them, I'll help you stay on your feet."
Thanking Akasha and cursing under his breath at the fallen dwarf laying in the splash zone Balthazar throws another grenade into the room.
Splash Damage = 4
Demise stood and surveyed his new surroundings. Even for the Warforged witch who had seen much destruction in his service to the Karrnathi army during the Last War, the sight was disturbing. Much devastation He thought to himself. I must still be in Sharn...We didn’t travel far enough to leave the city. We didn’t hear a spell cast either, so there was no teleportation magic. The familiar voice of Serket, his scorpion, joined the inner dialogue. True. From my study of the City of Towers, we must be in the Cogs or worse yet…Fallen. Serket climbed out from the inner pocket of Demise’s cloak onto his shoulder and hid in a crease in the hood. I’ll help you keep an eye out. I expect trouble. Demise nodded to his friend and responded in a somber whisper. ”If they come looking for trouble, they will regret it.”
It must have been early dawn or nighttime. The dim amount of light that dared pass through the multiple layers of towers to reach the streets of Fallen was all but gone. If not for the few lanterns hanging periodically, it would have been pitch black. That was fine with Demise. He embraced the darkness. Not to mention that it provided safety as he navigated his way around his new home. Crouching, he slowly moved from shadow to shadow attempting to avoid detection. As he passed the first few blocks, he saw very little sign of life. There were a few raggedy clothed humanoids here and there huddling around small fires. He took extra care not to draw their attention. After several more blocks, he realized the scenery hadn’t changed. Broken down buildings and debris were the common backdrop. As he turned one corner though, he saw several men standing over dead bodies. ”Yep…Someone got them…their skulls be crushed." Demise halted in his tracks, but it was too late. The quick change of pace made too much noise as he clumsily kicked a pile of rubble into the street. ”What weres that?” "I hears it to!" ”Come out sneaky person. We won’t harm ya! We promise!” The group of men laughed at the last statement.
Demise crouched around the corner as the men slowly approached. Thinking quickly, he began to speak arcane words quietly, “Narsis Shirak” He pointed to an alley a block away and four globes of light appeared. He bounced them down the alley a bit. ”Look! There he went. He must got him a torch or sumthin.” ”Oooh…Maybe he got some goodies on him.” The men immediately turned and ran after the light. Demise took the opportunity to jog down a side alley away from the danger. Ahead, he saw a temple with dim light peering through a window. The temple appeared to serve as some type of fortress. Taking a chance, he jogged over and opened the door. As he entered the church, he was surprised to find that it was mostly dark and empty. At one time, it would have been filled with hundreds of parishioners, but they must have been stripped away long ago. They were now replaced by dust and shadows. In the corner, a female priestess sat at a small table reading by candle light.
Interrupted in her reading, she turned to the black hooded figure. ”May I help you sir.” Demise stepped forward and drew his hood back just enough to show a bit of his shiny black complexion. In a hissing tone attempting to bluff the priestess, ”Why yesss. I am looking for someone who proceeded me here...” The Priestess stood. "I am Faela. Are you a fellow parishioner?" The hood shook slowly side to side as Demise responded. ”No." Still bluffing. "I am a mercenary for hire.” A look of understanding came across the priestess' eyes at the last comment. She responded, "A group of travelers who had been commissioned to find the hand of a statue that had been stolen just passed through. Did Kaelys Tela send you?” A sly smile appeared on his shadowy face from under the hood as the witch responded. ”Why yesss. Where can I find these mercenaries?” Demise pulled back his hood and displayed his skull like face. He was a smaller Warforged whose body was made up of onyx colored material that reflected the candle light as if it were finely polished stone. His eyes cast an eerie red hue on the front of his cloak. His looks startled The priestess who had never seen such a warforged. ”I have met many Warforged, but none that have looked like you. Is your original function heavy combat or service?” Once again, Demise smiled at the lady's words. In his mind, he heard the words of Serket, ”See...they ALL see Warforged as mindless pawns, but you...you are special.” Demise responded to the priestess, "No...I possess other...talents.”
”Either way...may the Flame bless your travels. They went to Corac Hall. It is an old manor. Here are some directions. It is easily recognizable by the spire jetting out of its northern hall." Faela jotted a few simple directions on a piece of rice paper and handed them to Demise. Demise took the paper, memorized it, and then slid it into the hidden pocket of his cloak. He pulled his hood back over his head and turned to leave. Glancing back, he addressed the priestess one last time as he bowed. ”You help is much appreciated.”
At least now we have a lead Serket. It did not take long for Demise to find the manor. As Faela had described, a large crystal spire sat on the northern third story hall. He cautiously climbed over the broken double doors into the main entrance. Just then, he heard screams and commotion coming from the rear of the manor. He exited the way he came and headed down the side of the manor. Turning the corner, he saw four humanoid standing with weapons drawn. Instictively, he drew his crossbow.
In a hissing tone, He hails the group "Faela sssent me to aid you. What isss the danger? How may I help?"
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Silian pivots and points his bow at the warforged. "Again?! Six take that zealot. Twice now, we've been stumbled upon by those 'sent by Faela,' the previous lies down the hall in a pool of his own lifeblood. I find the coincidence staggering. No offense, but we have enough to deal with." Silian unleashes his arrow at the new threat.
Demise grabs his chest where an arrow is now sticking out of his onyx colored plating. He raises his crossbow. Looking up he speaks to the elf in elven,"هل أنت أحمق؟ لماذا يهاجمني"
"Are you a fool? Why would you attack an ally?"
Demise moves back around the corner of the building for cover and readies a shot if the elf makes another aggressive move.
"I do not want to add to your trouble!"
If Demise's Ready Goes Off
Balthazar chucks a bomb into the room and braces himself for an explosion that never comes. If he dares to peek into the room, he'll see the bomb landed where he wished it to, it just simply didn't go off.
Lianna's spell fails to hit the targeted rat.
"Save the companion you said was bleeding. If you do not require my assistance, I will leave you all alone until the situation is stable." Demise pleads with the elf, but still readies his defense.