Miri walks and starts dragging a body towards the fireplace. She looks to Vritra and Grumblejack, "A little help here big guys? It's so very unladylike to drag three dead bodies by my lonesome! One or two is fine, but three is a bit excessive."
Grumblejack chortles a bit, "Oi, poor little 'un! I'll help, but since I think more is good, I'll go snatch that dead berk from the cellblock." He looks at Davin, narrowing his eyes at the bandit, "What about you, ya squicky little git? You gonna do somethin' besides stand there trying to be look all spiffy, 'cause it ain't working. Get that other body at the table, will ya? And don't make me ask twice, or I'll use your bones as me latest fashion statement, savvy?"
Davin hesitates for a moment, "Errrm..." He looks around a moment. His eyes alight on the one named, of all things, Oscar. He quickly turns back to Grumblejack, "Right! I'll just go and... ummm... pick up one of the roasted sods and bring them back here. Yes, that'll do!
Veldrin kinda shrugs when Miri mentions needing some help "I would gladly assist my dear, but my talents lie elsewhere. I'm not much for physical labor."
He looks back to Vincent "I can, however, provide some help for your ruse. As I said earlier, I can cloak an object in shadows, tossing it down before you to provide some cover. Or, I could lime you in an otherworldly glow, which would likely make you quite spooky looking. However, if you have any ability to blur or conceal yourself, it will fail while my spell is active."
Without any response, Vritra walked off with the other two. Glancing at Grumblejack, he smiled slightly. The ogre had some of the right ideas when it came to this sort of thing.
And of course, Oscar was all too right about l'gra. Perhaps in his life before he had been the one to induce that fear. Now however... he would have someone else to help with that. Death and fear would arrive together, and perhaps next time Vritra would let Oscar have a bit of his time to induce fear.
Or perhaps they could both help. After all, those below had unknowingly brought upon their doom. By capturing them, the warden, the wizard... everyone.
All would die.
A body was dragged along the floor, carefully tilted so that no stain of blood was left on the floor. They would need every drop, and leaving blood everywhere would only increase the guard's ability to find them. Dumping the body by the chimney with a crunchy *thud*, Vritra glanced at the others. "Bensvelkilti maulkir."
Bensvelkilti maulkir: Best hunting
Oscar looks at the Drow. "Can you hide me? I work best in the dark."
Veldrin nods to He Who Wears a Cloak "As I have said, I can give you an object that I will shroud in shadows. If you would like, it can be kept on your person or I can throw it down before you. It should cover a good sized area. I can only do it once per day however, and it only lasts for a minute or so."
"That will be fine. Human eyes are weak, and we should take full advantage of this by any means necessary."
Jaq gave Vincent a bit of a look when he just sliced a guards throat open willy-nilly. "If you are going for quantity, it would be better to just bleed them. We can get more blood that way, if you know what you are doing." He looked around at the others bringing the bodies over. "Might as well do this over the chimney, easier that way to get the most blood down. You don't have it sticking to the sides of your containers to be wasted. But if you must place it in a container... so be it. Perhaps Grumblejack will assist me when he returns by holding them upside down, so they can be bled. We do want the most blood we can get." His eyes glinted with sadistic joy at the thought of bleeding these... pigs.
Gurwen nods at Jaq. "If horney boy goes down half way and you begin spilling the blood of the innocents, then he will come out bloody too. That should terrify these idiots." She looks over at Veldrin. "Do you perhaps have something that could shroud him in darkness? It doesnt have to last but a minute or two. As long as you can do it, say, once a day?" Her tone is highly sarcastic.
Grumblejack and Davin plop the other two corpses down next to the chimney. At Jaq's suggestion, Grumblejack smirks, "Gladly!" He lifts both bodies up and crouches so he can hold them in the fireplace so the blood won't waste. "Do you thing little 'un!"
The drow flashes a smile at Gurwen "Don't be gettin jealous that I'm giving others attention dearie. You're still my favorite elven archer."
When the time comes, Veldrin will enchant whatever object his cloaked friend desires.
Jaq grinned and grabbed a dagger. With trained slashes, he started to bleed the corpses. As the blood started to pour out as it should, he moved to the side, allowing those heading down the chimney to make their way down. "Have fun."
Jaq's slice was neat and clean. The blood, already beginning to thicken. Rain in thick sheets from the throats of the guards. The blood hits the flames, dousing them little by little as a loud hissing sound issued forth. You hear a deep male voice "Irena, sounds like the stew bubbled over! Could you be a dear and get it off of the fire?" A dulcet female voice replies back, "Of course Gregoir! Let me just garnish the Warden's dinner and I'll head right over!"
"The cloak. Darken my cloak."
The Cloaked One will wait for Vincent to descend the chimney before attempting the climb.
She laughs at Veldrin's comment, but actually blushes a bit. But her smile fades quick. "Dont be stupid, girl! He is only being nice because we need each other to get out of here. He will be gone, or even try to kill me, after this is over!" Yet something in her sinks. She likes the idea of truly being liked, being a favorite for once...
Vincent heard the workers below and shook his head...of course the soup would be down there. He gave a small sigh and grabbed at the body before heaving himself into the chimney and beginning to do his descent.
Vritra began to walk towards the stairs, his hands tightening. A summoning trick to fool the guards? Perhaps his strange form could help with this. Demonic blood began to boil within him as he feels the transformation at his fingertips, ready to unleash his true power. Oh how he was tempted to simply charge down and tear them apart...
He wanted to show them just how weak they were against the progeny of a Demon and a Dragon. Double-tainted blood, always bubbling within his veins, ready to leap out in a transformation that always signaled death. But he held it in for a few more agonizing moments, ready to fly down the stairs and crush the guards with overwhelming power.
As Veldrin's magic takes hold, the one nicknamed Oscar's cloak began to blacken. In moments the wisps of darkness spread to encapsulate his form. Within the darkness, his dead-black eyes glow a faint red, like two droplets of blood across the midnight sky. The Cloaked One makes his way down the chimney, but slips on some bloody soot. Remaining calm, he repositions himself before he crashed to the bottom.
Following the Cloaked One's lead, Vincent follows him. He climbs down with ease, just above Oscar. Unlike his predecessor his hands did not slip, possibly due to the serpentine scales studding his body.
Miri gets next to the fireplace, ready to climb down the chimney. "Oh Veldrin, if I don't make it back..." she says sarcastically, before bursting into laughter "Bwahaha! Hells, we all know I'll be coming back! Hoping for something else, wasn't you? A little promise of some squeeze? Maybe later! she says with a smile. She heads down the chimney...
Miri slides down the chimney...
Catching herself just above Vincent, so close he can smell her perfume.
Vincent couldn't believe that the plan was actually going well so far. He perched himself a bit and grabbed the vial from his tail to toss the bottle and shatter it in the center of the fire. He eased himself into the billowing smoke and fire, he took a deep breath enjoying the acrid smell and taste in his maw. He opened his eyes wide and strode forth out of the fireplace. "Wer hast es gewagt, mich zu rufen?" he said scanning the room before snapping his jaw in mock frustration. He cleared his throat "Ah...young maiden, you who have made the contract....what is it that you seek?" he asked as his eyes settled on the woman in the room. He let his eyes scan the room and settle on the man now "Have you summoned me to slay this man?" He said trying to still sound otherworldly and intimidating in nature. He snapped his jaws at the man "STAY IN THE CORNER, LEST I KILL YOU FOR BREATHING!!" he bellowed out at the man.
Upon seeing you with her baby blue eyes, the raven haired beauty Irena faints.
Gregor, a beastly man in a large green cloak, two axes slung in his belt loops, eyes you from beneath a mane of red hair. His green eyes look upon you coldly. "You're no demon, you're that prisoner: the noble bastard that burned his family alive. What do you want, monster?" His hands linger near the horn slung over his shoulder and the axes at his side.
Veldrin chuckles at Miri's teasing and playfully smacks her bottom "Of course I know you're coming back babe. I have plans for you" He says with a grin.
Turning back to the others once she jumps down the chimney he says "Come on, lets get to the other side. We have a lovely elven lass who would dearly like to be reunited with her bow"
He then takes off after Vritra down the stairs. Upon reaching the bottom, and from behind the dragon man he says in Draconic lowly. "Alright, lets give Grumblejack a moment to catch up, and then let him go in first. We should have the numbers on our side, but I can get us even more if I must"
Gurwen smiles at Veldrin and readies the bow she has now. "Bring it on." She gives a charming smile and steps next to Veldrin.
Suddenly the air around the chimney darkens - obscuring mundane vision. From the blackness, two red eyes flicker into existence and fixate on Gregor. A low, emotionless voice follows - each word spoken softly but seemingly echoing from every wall of the kitchen. "You speak the truth: he is no demon. But he's not the one you need to fear...."
Vincent felt the presence before the lighting when out. He seemed on edge and his fingers eager to bolt into action at the man's slightest move towards the door or the horn.
Inside the darkness, the villains observed Gregoir, who seemed unnerved, given his tight stance. "What is it you want, foul spawn of darkness? From where have you come?" Despite his bold words, his right hand trembled as he grasped the haft of his axe. Miri leapt down quiet as a mouse. The two felt her push past them. She sounds a fake sob and speaks in a frightened, pitiful voice, "Greagoir it's me, Miri! Look just... just give them what they want, ok? They said they'll kill me if you don't! Oh please, I didn't sign on for this! I don't want to die!"
"Miri... I... What do they want?
Vincent watched the scene fold out carefully, his hand relaxing. He grinned his toothy grin. "We need that cloak of yours, I'm afraid our accommodations were unsatisfactory so we would like to look for lodging elsewhere. We would also like your horn and if a hand is raised against us and we can trace it back to you...well I'm afraid that death will be a sweet sweet wish of hers before we are through with her, but if we feel you have honored our arrangement and just gone about your day like this event never unfolded...well then they will be let go at the city limits...and by they I mean..." he said as he began to pace over every so slowly and dramaticly to Irena before grabbing her and hoisting her up onto his shoulder. He grunted a bit with the effort, he was lucky he wasn't carrying anything else really or he might be unable to do this. " Her as well." he said with some finality. One hand across the woman's backside to keep her in place, his main hand free to grab at his chemicals if needed.
Time to move. The energy beat high, excitement boiling over in his veins. Yet still, Vritra restrained his mixed blood, maintaining his composure as he flung the door open. Feet pounded against the floor as he dashed down the steps, suddenly finding himself in an empty room below. The Suli bared his teeth as his blood pushed up, trying to overwhelm him with anger...
But he pushed it down and breathed heavily. The blood simmered down as he crouched against the stone wall. Glancing at Veldrin, the green eyes bobbed as he nodded. "Vorq." he said quietly, gesturing towards the door. Hopefully there would be something there.
The blood was begging for him to release its power.
Jaq looked at his work, pleased with the outcome. He turned to look at Grumblejack with a grin on his face. "That should be enough for them. So while they play in the kitchen, let's go have some fun ourselves." Jaq would proceed to follow after the others with Grumblejack.
Gregoir narrows his eyes, "You can have the cloak but you're not taking the women, forsaken. If you think you are, you've got something else coming." He takes his hand away from his axes and unclasps his cloak. He pulls the forest green cloak off and throws it at his feet. "Leave them be, and you can walk right on out of here." The look on his face is stern and grim, clearly unhappy about this situation.
Grumblejack smashes the door down with his bulky frame, stooped like a wild animal. A savage grin is plastered on his face. The four guards down the stairs heads snap in the direction of the crashing noise. ''Ello, 'ello pumpkins!" Grumblejack says as he runs forward and jumps in a clear attempt to tackle the guards from the air...
which partially succeeds. Instead of the brilliant tactical maneuver he had in mind, he crashes into the guards, knocking the two based at the bottom of the stairs down with his frame. "Well, bugger it all with a pointy stick!" Grumblejack says as he attempts to get up from on top of the guards.
Veldrin walks directly into the room, behind Grumblejack, maintaining his superior disposition. He stares directly at one of the still standing guards, and says "Cower at my feet, dog!"
Cloak continues to stare menacingly at Gregoir but says nothing.
Vincent faked a sigh and looked over at the man as for what passed for lips curled back over his teeth to give a less threatening look. He looked up at his kidnap victim and back over to him "I suppose I could concede to do that, it would be rather difficult to carry such a hostage and get away with haste." He said as he began to adjust his prize and set her down on the ground. His tail tip hidden from Gregoir's view eased his vials out, using the woman to hide them before he gently rested the female's head on the ground and transferred the vials to his han. As he began to ease her legs to the ground, his hand slid between the fabric covering her legs and threw the bomb at him hoping to catch him off guard.
As the blast fades from Vincent's bomb, the Cloaked One has moved. Lashing out with a hand glowing with dark energy, he rakes his fingers across Gregoir's chest.
As the ogre smashed through the door, Vritra moved into his own flurry of motion. Without pausing, he quickly took stock of the guards, spotting the closest one that Grumblejack wasn't already charging at. Smiling as his mixed blood surged, the Suli's elbow swung upwards towards the guard's chin, aiming to knock him into the wall and smash him into the ground.
Gurwen aims at the only guard standing and grins. "Night night!"
Veldrin's dweomer roots in the guard's head...
which then spreads to permeate his every pore. His eyes briefly flash a lament purple shade as the spell takes full effect and he screams horribly as an unnamable dread overcomes him. He turns tail and moves to open the door, fumbling the keys on his keyring so he could unlock the door.
Vritra's elbow smashes into the guard's jaw. As it connects, blood and shards of teeth fly from the guard's mouth. The guard slams into the wall, his head making a sickening crunch, before falling to the ground, bleeding out all over the floor.
Gurwen nocks an arrow and fires at the guard trying to open the door. The arrow whizzes through the air and plants firmly in his back. The man gasps raggedly as his cloak and surcoat begin to turn deep red around the arrow.
Markus fires his bow at Gurwen's target...
his poor aim causing the arrow to plod into the wooden door next to the man.
Vincent tries to fool Gregoir...
the beastly man falling for the bluff hook-line-and-sinker. Although he see in the billowing darkness, his eyesight would have failed to spot the Tiefling's next move. Vincent moves the volatile chemical from his tail and deftly throws it, concealing the motion from under Irena's ruffled longskirt. The glowing vial of orange fluid shatters upon Gregoir's face and he yells in pain, "Damn you, villain!"
The shadowy Cloaked one moves swiftly in the gloom towards Gregoir. Once he reaches the man, he curls his hands like a raven's talons and a dark energy, darker than even the pitch black surroundings, coalesces into claws. He plunges them in Gregoir's heart. When he removes them, the man falls to the grounds, dying.
Miri, following the dark figure's footsteps, reaches the down Gregoir. She plunges her blade into the nape of his neck, severing his spine rather cleanly. [ooc]Since he was down, I saw no problem with move/coup de grace. Not like he would have got up even if he stabilized, so her taking two rounds does not conflict in my opinion.
Veldrin's spider-like cackle echos through the room, as he laughs at the poor man's desperate attempt to flee, and the arrow sticking out his back. He points his finger at him, and a chilling beam fires from his outstretched digit
He flashes Gurwen a pleasant smile "Nice shot dearie"
The display of violence in these few seconds drove Vritra's mind wild with ecstasy. The sheer dominance! How easily the man crumpled to the ground, his jaw broken as his weak blood spilt onto the floor. Of course he would not be able to stand after the vicious blow, of course he had died. The way of dragons was one of such incredible...
The jingling of keys drew the mad Suli's attention, his eyes snapping to take stock of the pitiful being trying to flee from the powerful. Running up behind the man, he drew his fists together, aiming to smash the man away from the door with sheer momentum.
Vincent stood up as his smoke began to clear and watched he carnage follow. He nodded a bit and smiled "I can't help but say that plan went perfectly" he said matter of factly, ignoring the fact that for the most part it only halfway worked but a little improvisation and lying later it turned out right. He scooped up the cloak and stuffed it in his bomb bag. He looked over as a gush of blood came from the guard's throat and laughed "Well then...to kidnap or not to kidnap..." he said looking over at the poor woman. "She could still be useful...though I doubt she would be useful afterwards...maybe a chambermaid or a cook, she was the cook yeah?" he asked stroking his chin. "Miri dear.....what's through that door, I assume the mess? Is it dinner, I might have a bit of just dessert available for them..." he asked as a sly smile came to his face and a hand went to his bomb bag.
She smiles at Veldrin. "Thanks." She nocs another arrow and lets it fly at the same target.
"Now that, was an entrance." He leisurely strolled up to one of Grumblejack's flattened guards, before looking down at them. "My Lady sends her love."
He swung the club in his hand down at the guard.