Clyde drinks his last potion of clw
I'm still hoping to sneak out the way I came in. If that is not possible, I will concur with that plan.
Probably won't make the check, so I'll go out the front with the rest of them.
There's a knock at the door, then it opens to reveal one of the guards. "Excuse me? Everything al-" he is met with a burst of golden dust.
"...ahhh!" he scrubs at his eyes and starts back. "...what? Stop that!"
Knowing he's not going to outrun anyone, he tries to take down one of the guards while it is still possible.
Then ducks behind cover in case a second shot is needed.
Henry lands a hefty blow; the guard remains standing, just.
Telsyn, out of spells and hit points, fires a Ray of Frost, hoping to finish off the poor guard.
You'd have lived, had you just gone blind. Now we have to kill you, he thinks sadly.
He misses yet again.
Erick, holding the boy, steps around the corner of the door and socks the man in the face.
The city guard drops to the ground, unconscious.
Erick pulls the guard in, sets him up against the wall, pours some wine in his mouth and then on his clothes, from the bottle he had earlier. "There was another guard..." He tells the others as he starts, motioning his head toward the street.
Well let us not stick around here, beat feet.
Clyde moves just outside and south of the door
Telsyn is outta there, ASAP.
Henry will run for it with the rest.
Moving out the door into the street, alarm still blaring, the group spots the second guard legging it down the street; he's almost out of sight.
Let's make like a tree. Clyde starts heading back tot he hideout, making sure to keep off the main street.
He follows Clyde.
Telsyn hangs back, so as to not outrun Henry. Erick is carrying the kid, right?
Under the grizzlin rain, the two groups split off in different directions, sprinting through the streets; one towards the nearest guard-house, one as far away from it as possible.
After a few minutes' brisk jogging then stridingm, you arrive at the stables. Abrosh is mounted up, a man in Chelish livery beside him on the cart. "Illusion" he calls out as you approach.
He nods in approval as you present the boy, and pulls open the carriage door; three sets of hands pull him firmly and gratefully into his weepong mothers' arms. "My son, my son.... thank you. Thank you so much!"
"Nice job. Any problems?"
Alarm got set off. We knocked out a street guard and one ran off.
Let's go back to the crib, Henry.
Telsyn turns around and heads back to base, making checks along the way..
Clyde follows and makes sure their tracks are covered.
"Also had to kill the man who had him." Erick says, a hard edge to his voice. "Be best if we changed clothes and got off the streets, not in that order."
Word.
"I think getting out of town, and probably Cheliax as fast as possible would be a good idea. It's likely to get very hot around here. "
So'nuff. Maybe check out a crib in Andorian.
Abrosh shakes his head as he climbs back aboard the carriage. "No can do. The network needs you here, operating. It was dark and raining; did anyone see your faceS?"
He pauses, and turns. "If you want to run, you can. I don't think you've seen too much to ruin things if captured... but the network needs you." He gestures to the carriage. "They need you."
"What do you say?"
I'll stay and help, we should lay low somewhere till the noise calms down.
"Only one who got a good look at any of us was the guard we knocked out, and as soon as he set eyes on someone, he got stabbed and punched in the face. I doubt he'll be able to identify us. Our outfits, on the other hand, he did see. Mine's not all that unusual, most of the mercs wear long coats these days. I still think changing to some other clothes for a week or so would be a good idea, and getting out of the rain and off the streets. You keep saying you need us, well, then you need to provide cover as well. We need a safe house to duck into."
"If you're here and you're in, the network won't leave you high and dry, we can promise you that."
Abrosh mounts up.
"Well done. Test passed and all that; unless you die or are arrested in the next few days, you lot are tillers like me. Remember that symbol to draw." Reaching into his pocket, Abrosh withdraws a small piece of paper, tossing it at one of you. There's an address written on it. "Consider that your contact point; it's a tavern, rooms are dry, warm and booked if you want them. Innkeeper will get you clothes and keep things discrete if you ask. Don't ask about the name. When we have need of you, we'll send word there." Abrosh reaches for the reins. "I need to go now; I have to get these crops safe at the next barn before sunrise." He pauses, then nods at each of you in turn. "Pleasure. Maybe with some new blood we can make a difference here… eh, or all get caught and die." He shrugs, tosses you a purse, then drives off into the rain.
"Ok, let's get out of here. I feel like I have a target on my back. We should probably split up?" He takes his hat off and grimaces as rain streaks down over his hair and beard. He shoves the hat into a pocket on his pack.
Let's go in pairs. Clyde pockets the money and heads out when the others are ready.
Good idea. I'll go with Erick, if no one objects. You can go with Henry.
Splitting into twos, the group takes separate streets as they tramp through the rain. A lightning bolt crosses the sky as the two reunite under the sign of Micah's Bra, a heap of wood engraved with those words and the symbol of Iomedae flapping in the wind.
Entering, you spot a pretty well-built blonde woman with an apron behind the bar, and a brown-furred gnoll on a stool near the door running his eyes calmly over the crowd. He looks at you and nods to permit your entrance. The tavern is warm, its walls covered with exotic trophies and objects, and in the corner a few men in Chelish army uniform raucously carouse.
Henry will move to the bar and get some fortified wine.
Clyde moves to the bar with Henry and gets some hot coffee or ale if there is nothing hot to drink.
The woman nods amiably as you appear and order. "Sure; coming right up." She deftly grabs a small bottle of wine and a hefty iron tankard of coffee. Pausing to eye you she asks, "You Abrosh's friends?"
Eh? Just a fellow wanting a nice hot drink and warm bed. Clyde says casually.
Telsyn will fetch himself an ale, and whatever Erick's having. He'll give the soldiers a wide berth.
"Actually yes, an Abrosh did send me along with a hearty recommendation about the accommodations here. "
The bartender's face splits into a wide smile. "Ah, nice to meetya. Name's Micah." She slides a hand under the bar and returns with a small set of keys. "Rooms'r booked for you by Abrosh, you're paid up for the next month if you're keen on staying here. I don't usually rent out the rooms so you'll have plenty of quiet." Someone calls, and she pours a glass. "We're a bit busy tonight but if you need anything, give a hoy." She disappears into the mob of soldiers on the far side of the bar with the drinks.
I'm going to head on up and change. Clyde says to Henry. Be back down to see if the others show up.