Even Angels Weep

Game Master DragonBlood472

If permissable,

Attack of Opportunity vs Final Messenger: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Trying to swat at the messenger through the thundercloud, Garotte turns and directs a jab towards the nearest kobolds vitals, but misjudges.

Impair retreat.

Scorpion Style: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Jonah moves forward with his spear, and attempts to skewer one of the standing kobolds. Green

attack: 1d20 + 2 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 4 + 1 = 27
BAB,STR,Bless
damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

confirm: 1d20 + 2 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 4 + 1 = 21
extra damage: 2d8 + 12 ⇒ (6, 1) + 12 = 19

And stay down you overgrown lizard

Bless active 28/30 rounds

Edit, if green was down, I will move to where I can hit another one. I had the movement.

Right in the neck!

The final messenger is easily destroyed with Syksy's hit I actually don't remember what its AC was and I don't care. Sorry not sorry. Garrote swipes at a kobold and misses. Jonah makes one go splat. Two koblods remain.

R3
Kobold R, Jonah, Garotte, Silian, Syksy, Elaydren, Akasha, Kobold O

"Sorry!" Syksy lets out as the messenger falls to pieces. Seeing the little lizard man attack Akasha though an annoyed expression takes over his face as he swats at the Kobold.

Falchion: 1d20 + 3 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 1 = 23
Damage (Slashing Magical): 2d4 + 6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3, 1) + 6 + 3 + 1 = 14

Silian fires an arrow at one of the remaining kobolds (Orange), and then directs the thundercloud to sizzle it also before it dissipates. "Jonah, that is racist," the elf's voice drips with sarcasm. "To think my companion, a holy messenger of the Sovereign Host, would diminish these poor diminished reptiles with such barbs."

Shortbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Aggressive Thundercloud: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 2) = 8
DC 15 Reflex half

Akasha can't help but bark out a laugh as she looks up to see Syksy about to butcher her opponent. Spinning to roll off of both Syksy and Garotte, momentarily going back to back with each of them, she moves around to strike at the last live kobold.

1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 = 15
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Looking slightly startled. Hey, I just call them as I see them
He starts to move over to where he can bring his spear into play again.
Besides, where I grew up, being honest, was a virtue
He grins as he continues to move.

The remaining kobolds are easily dispatched of by the swift blades and crafty magic of the group. Lady Elaydren stands up from behind the table and pushes her hair out of her face.

"More of the assassins may show up at any moment. All the information you need is in the left pocket of the backpack. Take it and go! Get out of the city as quickly as you can!"

Elaydren rushes past you, grabbing a sword off of the fallen warforged and fleeing the building. She makes her way out to the streets and disappears into the nearest alley.

She stole our loot!

"Damnit! She's gonna get herself killed." Akasha mutters as she quickly goes over the backpack. "See if they have anything useful on them and then we should get moving. Until we can take them out instead of just being on the defensive, I don't want innocents in out lives getting hurt when they come at us again."

Syksy nods at his Mistress' order and begins going over the bodies.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Likewise the warforged kneels and looks over the body of the fallen, distracted by yet another of his kind talking of "weak flesh."

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

While the soldiers look over the corpses, Silian casts a glance at Akasha as she peruses the contents of the backpack. He scans the table, and takes whatever bottles of spirits are left within arm's reach and slides them into his pack.

"Leaving the city? What was she on about?"

I have no idea, but I think we should look into what she told us to.

"We're all targets, and it's safe to assume the know us well enough to come at us. Staying in one place may not be the best move while we figure how to take the fight to them." Akasha says reaching into the backpack's left pocket.

"Shame, a little bit of notice and we could have had some of the patrons at the Mirror wear our faces to throw a false trail..."

"That would probably just get them killed."

The warforged: light crossbow + 4 bolts, traveling cloak, backpack. Kobolds: Spears, slings, leather armor. It doesn't give a list of what if anything was in the backpack so I'm going to say 800 gp.

Lifting the bag, Silian finds that it feels almost empty. Upon opening the bag he realizes there is more to it than it seems. The bag is a Heward's handy haversack and inside you find the following:

Center pocket:
80 arrows
80 bolts
50 feet of silk rope
1 bedroll per party member
1 waterskin per party member, filled
3 days trail rations per party member

Right pocket:
1 everbright lantern
1 flint and steel
1 healer's kit
5 torches
3 sacks

Left pocket:
Letter from Lady Elaydren
3 vials of holy water
3 potions of cure light wounds
A tiny rod of blue metal, three inches in length, with a sapphire embedded at one end
1 pouch containing 150 pp
1 casket containing 500 gp
A letter of credit for House Orien and House Lyrandar to cover passage to Rhukaan Draal, depending on which route you take.

Letting out a low whistle as she sees the contents of the backpack unfolding, Akasha reads the letter. "She believes that House Cannith itself is suspect and that the object we brought back, a 'Schema' along with others are being used by them somehow. Something that may be tied to the Day of Mourning." at the she falls quiet for a moment, remembering the horror of that day."W need to find another that was kept in a workshop whose location is a mystery, lost when the patron of House Cannith fell was killed in Cyre."

Passing the letter to Silan the magus runs a hand through her hair. "She included instructions on how to find the Cannith record archives that would tell us where the workshop was, as well as a meeting place should we be able to get it."

Silian nods in agreement to Akasha's whistle. "The goblin lands and the Mournland? Foul travels indeed. Fortunately I still have the cryptic map from within the vault when we went below Sharn, it may prove useful as well." Silian allows the others to peruse the gifts and resources. "We should make way to leave, but especially leave this tavern before our welcome is overstayed with the kobold blood seeping into the floorboards. Seems we need to book passage with either airship or carriage and lightning rail... as far out as the rail reaches before the lines are broken by the Mournland. Anyone have preferences to land or air travel? An airship might be faster, but land would draw less attention..."

I have no preference either way, but would you mind if I carried the pack ?

"Sure. You're least likely to be impeded by it in a fight anyway." Akasha says as they prepare to leave. "If it weren't for the cost I'd suggest we make a visibly noticeable show of booking passage by airship, then taking carriage/rail at the last second. At the very least we can talk up one option where we're likely to be overheard, then take the other."

"We have a letter of credit for both Houses... so that's not a bad idea."

"I figure anything that has the enemy expending resourses somewhere else is a good thing. Let's get out of here."

"What's the Mournland?" Syksy innocently asks.

Jonah takes a few moments to transfer the contents of his own pack, to the new pack.
By the expedient of just stuffing his pack in the other one.

I am ready to go now.

At the first chance, I will transfer my gear to the pack properly

Where are you headed?

"The ruins that were left in the aftermath of the Day of Mourning. The day Cyre exploded in a blast of arcane power that left it a giant mass grave." Akasha says solemnly. "We should head back to the tavern, drop "hints" about our plans to take an airship while one of us arranges for a carriage to the rail."

"That doesn't sound like a nice place." Syksy lets out, the solemnity in his voice dropping to match Akasha's.

"Aye, it caused a lot of grief, put an entire nation out of homes, created strange things I have only heard tell of in stories around a tavern... but at least it scattered the power of House Cannith and kept those Makers from gaining even more advantage over everyone else." Hood back up, Silian leaves the Ghallanda-ran inn, a smirk on his face as he looks at the mayhem. "Back to the Mirror. After you, loves."

Back to the Mirror to make a show of traveling by airship, discussing our route and what scenery we will encounter freely as we walk back through the towers and bridges to get to our current base.

The return trip to the Cracked Mirror is uneventful. Akasha is tackled by Jessamin the moment she steps through the door, wrapped up in her arms she presses her lips to Akasha's.

Zad sits behind the counter, his feet propped up on a stool and his nose buried in a book. He glances up as you enter and nods his head before turning his attention back to his reading material. Mrogab bustles about the main room, delivering drinks and sweeping up messes. Occasionally casting angry glances at Zad, which Zad studiously ignores.

Returning Jessamin's welcome with a long smoldering kiss, Akasha runs her fingers through her lover's hair. "Mmm....can you get some time off?"

Smiling, Silian grabs the stool Zad's feet are propped up upon to set himself down, disrupting his reading. "We will be heading out shortly, it seems we have an opportunity to see the skies at the behest of an employer."

Jess glances over at the disgruntled Mrogab and presses a finger to her lips. Taking Akasha by the hand she tiptoes out of the room, leading Akasha away.

Zad looks up from his book, a look of boredom on his face, "Is that so?"

"Well airship is the fastest route, usually. Though I prefer the sea..."

"But if we're in the air we can catch skyfish!" Syksy brightly adds.

Never heard of those fish, but any are worth trying once

"That's always a good state of mind." Syksy quips with a grin to the cleric.

As they head off together, Akasha waits until they are completely alone before letting Jessamin know of their plan. "We're being targeted, they're basically sending out crews to kill us and it would only b a matter of time before they show up here.

Caressing Jess cheek she looks into her eyes. [b]"We aren't going to sit around waiting for them, and while we figure out how to target whoever's behind this whole mess, I don't want anyone I care about getting hurt. We have a lead that will take us into the heart of the ruins of Cyre, but we need to meet someone first, so we'll be gone for a bit. Were setting it up to look like were going by airship, and at the last moment we'll skip out and go by carriage to the rail instead, hopefully leave them a couple steps behind or at least spread their forces thin." she finishes, knowing that Jess would be less than thrilled,