Mawl draws his weapon as the loyalists approach. He recognizes Sorix somewhat close to him and tries to guide her and the orator to safety. Sorix, this way, stay behind me! Orator, I feel things have gone beyond what is right, come this way, I will try and clear a path for you.
As movement is difficult with the crowd rushing away, Mawl holds his ground and defends himself by attacking the nearest loyalist with reach weapon.
Mawl continues to remain in place with the hopes that Sorix and the Orator will go behind him as they move westward to safety.
Nils' face turns grim as the long feared storm finally breaks at the Lord Mayor's call for the slaughter of the crowd. His posture shift and he moves like a stalking predator through the crowd. Using the chaos to obscure his approach he draws his kukri and strikes at the first of the banded militia.
With the crowd suddenly sent into panic and confusion, with men unsure who is friend and who is foe, women and children running from the square, the square is in mayhem. Horrilo's initial thoughts to aid their escape and help the innocents from this place are suddenly put to the back of his mind as he sees an agent of Thrune raise a mace about to strike at a defenceless woman.
Horillo, retrieving his bow, is determined to get the thugs attention, if the arrow flies true. But in his haste Horillo fumbles to set the arrow correctly and it falls to the floor, so he shouts "Leave her, you are nothing but Barzilla's puppet!"
Sorix recites some arcane words and moves her hands in an incantation, then a vivid cone of clashing colors sprays forth from her hands in the direction of the two nearest hostile loyalists. She then moves behind Mawl, apologizing to any innocents caught in her spell. Sorry! You'll be fine in just a bit!
Annoyed with himself for fumbling such an easy shot, Horillo's cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Not spoiling for a fight, Saniel eyes one of the approaching men in the crowd, sizing him up and trying to determine if the man is seeking to spill blood this day. He notes the way the loyalist moves and how he handles his weapon. Seeing that which he feared, Saniel takes a few quick steps through the pressing crowd to get out of the path of the surging mob and out of the eyes of the malicious city guard.
"Give way! Blood need not be spilled in the streets this day!" he calls out, hoping to shake some to their senses.
As the recently un-hooded men make their way through the crowd threatening and scaring the other citizens Mawl jumps to action. He unstraps his polearm from his back and attempts to take out one of the so called Loyalists. However, he simply can't find a good opening without risking injury to innocent civilians as they flee the scene. Nils, on the other side of the square, slips out his kukuri and deftly navigates the crowd to attack one of the loyalists, striking the man with his weapon leaving a deep cut in the Loyalists arm. The man glares back at Nils tightening his grip on his mace. Horillo, near Nils, takes out his bow and aims at another of the Loyalists, but is also having difficulty finding a clean shot in the rushing crowd. Thinking he sees an opening, he looses the arrow, but jerks the bow as the arrow flies, to avoid hitting someone who ran in the way. The arrow flies off somewhere into the distance. Sorix calmly stands her ground as she casts her spell.
The two Loyalists in the blast fall to the ground, along with a handful of other people as she quaintly apologizes to the innocents she knocks out cold. Saniel moves out of the mess of the crowd, studying his opponents and sizing them up before his next move, while trying to dissuade them from their course of action.
However, Saniel's words do not seem to ring true to the Loyalists and those remaining turn to attack the nearest threat, trying to use their numbers to their advantage as they advance on Nils.
The one who Nils already injured brings his mace down squarely on Nils shoulder as he shouts "Die you dirty demon blooded mongrel!". The other Loyalist scoffs as he misses the tiefling. In the background you see the gaunt woman, with a snarl, she yanks out the dagger from her neck, tossing it to the ground. She motions to the Dottari at the door and turns to move into the building, but as she turns to go inside, you think you see the wound starting to heal before your eyes. Ten of the Dottari move inside to secure the building, along with the woman, while two remain outside the doors surveying the scene, yet to see the small fight you and the Loyalists are having.
Nils wasn't looking forward to the bruise he knew was in his future but had little time to consider the last strike. Instead he centered himself and took in his opponent. Every detail told him something about the man and helped him to find the perfect place to strike. With his focus locked in his blade leapt forward like a serpent to strike at his opponent again.
Despite the chaos of the battle he caught sight of the woman called Nox retreating into the Opera House.
"You I'll see later." he thought to himself
Mawl, seeing his attackers drop their weapons and fall to the ground, seemingly unconscious, moves to one first then the other picking up their weapons in the event they should regain consciousness. Meanwhile watching the two remaining Dottari as he can even feel the gaunt woman disappear through the door.
With nearly a 10' radius of clear room now, Mawl can scan the rest of the area.
Hmm, I wonder if anyone else is being unjustly attacked and I can come to their rescue, perhaps maybe even earning something in the process or at the very least making me look better to this newly re-acquainted Sorix. Certainly I can justly strike another small blow to the Church of Asmodeus.
With the crowds thinng and fighting breaking out, Horrilo thinks that most of the throng will escape from the threats of the dottarri and thugs. He sees no reason to dally here, except .... Seeing his tiefling friend being surrounded by two thugs, Horillo calls "Get out of here." as he fires two arrows at the nearest of the assailants. The shots made easier as a pathway is cleared to the thugs, those fleeing avoid any confrontation.
"I think now would be a good time to make ourselves scarce," Saniel calls out to those standing against the attacking loyalists. "The heavy hand of the Dottari will not be merciful upon hearing the blood of those loyal to Thrune has been spilled as a part of this altercation. I advise flight!"
With that the man takes a few more steps away from the scattering crowd, using the confusion and the cover of a large shrubbery to mask his movements as he goes through a series of complex gestures with his hands, finishing the act by drawing his hands down across his face, a face that now looks completely different than it did a moment before.
"I agree, flight seems prudent! But not while those thugs could be harming innocents! These two should no longer be a threat, as they've been disarmed. I am going to try to help neutralize the others!" yells Sorix as she makes her way through the thinning crowd toward the scuffle. Pulling what appears to be a small glob of butter from the pouch at her waist, she recites another arcane incantation and gestures her hands in a deliberate and precise manner. As her spell is completed, suddenly the weapon of one thug becomes coated with a slippery layer of grease!
Nils returns the favor to the Loyalist who struck him, cutting another deep wound into the man. Mawl surveys the thinning crowd and the area around while Saniel backs further away from the fight, masking his appearance in the process.
Horillo takes aim with his bow, with one of his shots flying true and striking the intended target. Sorix focuses her arcane abilities on the same Loyalist.
The man drops his mace as the grease makes it too slippery. Both of the men, significantly injured, turn to run.
Near the Opera House, you notice that you have drawn the guards attention. The two standing outside call into the Opera House and then look in your direction with heavy mace and shield in hand. For the most part the crowd has dwindled, but there are still many who are trying to flee the park as things continue to escalate.
Seeing that his opponents have been cowed and pose no immediate threat to the crowd Nils lets them flee. Glancing up he sees the guards taking an interest in the commotion and so reaches down and touches the fallen mace. Calling upon his diabolic bloodline he summons a sphere of darkness to obscure the area and then falls back with the crowd.
Looking towards the others who took action he calls "Agreed, there's nothing more to be done here. Let's move quickly."
Sorix, noticing the guards noticing her, uses the darkness as cover and quickly departs the scene.
As the darkness encompasses him, although he recognizes he is on the edge and takes the opportunity to create more cover to aid his and others escape. A mist from within the darkness starts to envelope the area to the side, making sight almost as difficult as the darkness. He turns and makes his escape as best he can.
I hope Nils has got away, under this blanket of darkness
Mawl sees the darkness and wants to use it to make the guards think he went one direction before going the original direction.
As you all flee the park to safety, you look back only to see the gaunt women come out of the Opera House with an animal on a leash, the remaining Dottari behind her. The animal resembles a thin, lanky wolf with reddish-brown fur, white claws, and burning, fiery red eyes.
The Dottari begin to march forth from the Opera House in a line, clearing what ever remains of the citizenry from the square. The woman unleashes the beast who attacks and brutally mauls a nearby citizen who had yet to flee.
Away from the square, you take various alleyways and roads to escape. As you turn down one alley you hear the sound of steel clashing against steel alongside a cry of pain and spot a group of Queens' Loyalists thugs just as they knock a man to the ground. Three unconscious thugs lie sprawled nearby, and it is obvious that the remaining thugs are preparing to administer a coup de grace to the fallen victim.
Sorix's eyes go wide as she says to Mawl, "Hey, that's gotta be the man I was trying to find! He's wearing only one glove, see?! We need to help him!"
Sorix retrieves a scroll from her bandolier as she shouts at the thugs, "Hey! Leave that man alone!"
Both men turn their attention to you, one of the Loyalists bristles and waves his mace threateningly, "Be on your way before you get hurt. We are sanctioned militia of Lord-Mayor Thrune. This doesn't concern you!" the man shouts.
"'Militia?!' I don't care who supposedly authorized this harassment! You're about to murder a man in the streets! What did that man even do anyway?!
Nils feint surprise. "Ah, forgive us good men of Thrune. We've just come from the park where rabble rousing scum have caused chaos in our fair city and I'm afraid it's left us quite shaken. It seems you caught one, no doubt you'll be rewarded well for a live prisoner. Oh but some of your fellows are injured. I have some skill in healing if you'd permit me to examine them."
Mawl senses the threat to Sorix as the Loyalist waves his mace, and feels her anxiety. He steps in front of Sorix defensively with his weapon drawn., "I don't remember a time in our Silver City that unjustified killing was allowed of defenseless citizens. It will not happen today, as long as I stand"
Mawl recalls seeing the wolf/dog and the proclamation about feral dogs. I wonder if that dog comes from a normal feral dog or is it something I recognize from other stories.
As they move away from the confrontation in the park, Horillo asks Nils, "Are you all right, did the thugs cause any real hurt? as he remembers the thud of metal on what must be armored cloth. For otherwise Nils would surely have fallen under the assault.
--- later...
Quietly Horillo readies his bow, an arrow ready to protect both Nils and the injured man on the ground. He mumbles to himself, "How the innocent suffer at the hands of House Thrune." His heart every resolving to right the wrongs.
"Horillo, I'm glad to see you made it out of the crowd. I'm injured but well enough to make our escape." He swivels his shoulder around with a slight wince, "I don't think anything is broken anyway."
"There's no point in you being in pain." Horillo replies to Nils, "Here let the gods bring you relief." Horillo holds out his arm on which a brightly coloured tattoo of a stag and bow reveal themselves. The tattoo glows a gold and green light as Horillo whispers a single slow and deliberate word, "Erastil". The man's face relaxes and his countenance becomes calm as Erastil's holy power fills his body.
At Sorix's question, the man, who already told you to leave motions back towards the unconscious Loyalists "It is pretty evident what he did, he attacked us, this isn't harassment it is justice."
The man obviously isn't telling the complete truth
At Nils words both of the men relax a bit and let him move up to tend to their other members. Thinking for a moment he considers Nils' words "All though, you are right he would be worth more alive than dead." With that the Loyalist puts away his mace and motions for his other to help him bind their victim.
As Mawl shouts out his threat, they both turn back to focus on the group, not paying attention to Nils. Neither of the men seem too intimidated by Mawl. The Loyalist doing all the talking huffs at the threat. "You would do well to change your tone citizen. At least your devilish friend here has the right idea and knows to provide aid rather than try and threaten us. You think this man was defenseless? How do you suppose our others became knocked out on the ground over there?" He then kicks at what appears to be a sword cane and shakes his head "This man was not defenseless."
Mawl sees the Loyalist put his mace away and in return relaxes his grip on his weapon.
Now I'm confused, was this man not so innocent? I see the cane sword, and I see the injured loyalists, but did this one man attack a group of five loyalists on his own? Who is this man? My friend, Sorix, says that this is probably the man with whom she was to make contact earlier, so he must be on the right side of things. I cannot believe he didn't get injured defending himself rather than being the aggressor.
He replies to the talking Loyalist. "I will gladly see that Nobody innocent gets further injured as I witness.
Mawl casually strolls forward a step to better see things.
The flow of Erastil's mercy flows through the tiefling and immediately his wound feels better, though the energy makes his nose twitch.
"Thanks you my friend." he says as they move off.
When the men turn toward Mawl Nils takes the opportunity to draw his blade and put the point against the small of the nearest loyalists back.
"I'm afraid we won't be letting you take this man. I have little desire to harm a fellow Kintargan however so stand down and there will be no blood shed."
Hearing Nils threaten the men and the glint of metal in the hand in the back of the thug, Horillo's muscles tense and draw back the bow in readiness. The tattoo above his wrist on the inside of his arm, almost seems to reach out and steady his grip on the bow, Erastil's weapon is ready. Horillo's brown boots plant themselves steadily into the ground, a solid platform from which to shoot. Horillo is ready and silent.
His mind in turmoil, thoughts whirring around and around in his head. Is this it, am I becoming a rebel? Have I taken arms against Asmodeus and his anointed? Is this the step that sets me against House Thrune? Before his nature took him to nurture the unfortunates, the downtrodden and provide comfort and sustenance when he could.
The talkative Loyalist turns to face Nils as his friend stands still, with a blade to his back. Both raise their hands to the air "Whoa, whoa..." he looks back at the group and then to the other unconscious Loyalists, then back to Nils "Uh ok. Take the guy, we won't stop you. In fact, we uh, we'll just leave. How about that?" They both stand there waiting for instructions on what they should do.
Nils gives a tilt of his head to bring Mawl forward.
"Tie them up and leave them sitting facing that way." he indicates a direction facing away from the group.
Looking towards Horillo he continues, "Can you get this man up on his feet? Also let's make sure these other loyalists aren't in danger of dying. We may be at odds but we're all part of the same city and I won't leave them to bleed out on the street."
Once Mawl has the two conscious men in hand he goes to the unconscious loyalists and removes their armbands and checks the bodies.
"As soon as we're set we should move"
Sorix rushes to the side of man wearing one glove. "I looked for you at the park! Lowering her voice to barely above a whisper, she says, "A friend of a friend said you'd have information for me about... She pauses, glancing at the bound loyalists. She appears to obviously want to say more, but not in current company.
Mawl seems to react to the direction of this small Tiefling as it was put forth with such confidence and Mawl was still pondering things in his head. He slings his weapon and moves forward to bind the conscious Loyalists as directed.
I'm not sure if I'm doing the right thing...but it feels like it. I wonder if I didn't just make myself a criminal
Gingerly Horillo steps up to the gloved man, carefully placing his bow on the ground by this side as he kneels by the man's side. His green eyes look up into Sorix's, as he speaks. "I'll do what I can for him." though his voice is full of uncertainty.
His hand goes into his backpack and brings out a n unholy text, a text that is easily recognizable as being of Asmodeus. The cleric then breaths out once more the holy word, "Erastil" and his arm once more glows in the green and gold light. Immediately he returns the text to his backpack. "Watch them, they may come to." he warns his companions. No more bloodshed and we can be on our way. What is House Thrune doing to us, to pit one Kintargan against another. Horillo lets out an audible sigh and watches the gloved man.
As Mawl moves up to restrain the two Loyalists, Horillo tends to their victim. As his light washes over everyone in the area, only the one gloved man awakens with a start. "Back you sco..." he surveys his scene, apparently recognizing some of you, and noting the Loyalists from before being subdued. As Sorix rushes to the now conscious man he nods and smiles at her words.
"My thanks for your assistance. Please, we are not safe on the streets. Thrune has eyes and ears everywhere. I know of somewhere private we can talk nearby, please follow me." He stands and dusts off of his fine clothes before retrieving his cane sword and starts to walk off. He looks back briefly to ensure the others are following and then leads the way.
He leads you through the various allies, but avoids any of the main streets until, shortly, you find yourselves outside a store. The sign above reads Crissali's Fine Tomes. The man opens the door and enters, leaving it open behind him. Inside you can hear him greet another man. As you follow you see this store is full of various books, all in very good condition. The shop is tidy, but smells of old paper. The man who led you here talks with, who you assume to be the owner "My dear friend, we have need of your back room." The other man smiles "But of course, you are always a welcome sight for sore eyes my friend. As always, I appreciate your patronage and our debates, you are welcome to use the back room anytime you need." The two shake hands and then you are led into a small back room. The room is rather empty except for a table with 10 chairs. Waiting for you all to enter the room, the man you saved closes the door once all are inside. He takes a deep breath of relief before taking a seat at the table.
"Thank you again for that timely rescue, and my apologizes for rushing you here. Truth is, our meeting was no coincidence. I followed you from the protest earlier today, but in the chaos that erupted I lost track of your group. You proved yourselves to be people of uncommon skill, and I am a man of uncommon needs.
My name is Rexus Victocora, and until last week’s Night of Ashes, I was one of this city’s nobles. My parents’ estate burned to the ground that night — I escaped simply because I was studying at the Alabaster Academy during the fire. There were other fires that night, as you know — fires that many believe were started by Barzillai Thrune or his agents in an attempt to squash any spirit of rebellion Kintargo might have.
Now more than ever we need that spirit of rebellion to stay strong, but Thrune’s actions have driven into hiding those who would stay strong and resist. Those who could once rally the city to a cause, such as Lord-Mayor Jilia Bainilus and my parents, who are missing at best, and are more likely dead. I cannot do this on my own, but with the aid of talented citizens such as yourselves, I have hope that we can. Will you aid Kintargo? Will you save the city from this Thrune devil?”
Mawl boldly steps forward saying: "I for one have seen the ruin and destruction that the church of Asmodeus and House of Thrune can bring to an otherwise peaceful and prosperous city. I have no wish to see my adopted city of Kintargo follow the same path.
I am not a leader type, not being familiar with politics and nobility, but I am willingly a person that has success in getting things done. I have been confused as to the motivations of this turn of events, suspicious of the Night of Ashes, and curious as to the idiocy of the proclamations. I think with some direction I can certainly help turn the tide of demise.
Mawl surprises himself a little with such a quick commitment without talking to others that he trusts, but he feels that the evil that is Thrune and Asmodeus will not destroy his life--again
Listening to the man's tale Saniel takes in his grim words. The Lord-Mayor dead? Surely things haven't gone that far. He nods at the large man's words, "Indeed, these proclomations are an insult to the people of this city. I cannot sit idly by and watch the spirit that makes Kintargo unique be squashed under the boot of this tyrant from House Thrune." He takes a seat at the table, leaning forward in his chair and asks, "Other than soliciting the help of strangers from the streets, do you have something in mind to save this city?"
Nils takes up a position leaning against the wall next to the door they entered. His jet black eyes take in Rexus as he considers the mans words.
Sorix stands with her head high and proud.
I am no stranger to tyranny and oppression. And more importantly, my life has been dedicated to actively working to end it. You see, I come from Nidal. For generations, my family and our fellow devotees of the Song of Spheres; Desna, have toiled ceaselessly to bring down the vile Umbral Court and send the Midnight Lord back to his prison in the Great Beyond where he belongs.
I will always stand for freedom. I have loved this fine city since I first arrived a few years ago to continue my studies. I will not, CAN not stand idle and watch Kintargo devolve into a similar state of evil tyranny as my homeland! I have sought the resistance network as soon as I began hearing rumors of its existence. I am with you.
Rexus nods to Mawl and Sorix's words and then turns to Saniel at his question. "Indeed I do my good man. Recently I have discovered there was more to my family than even I knew. My mother, Portia, was a high-ranking member of a secret society called the Sacred Order of Archivists, a band of Iroran scholars dedicated to the protection and restoration of history. I learned this the day after the Night of Ashes. Ms. Laria Longroads, a friend of the family, had apparently spoken with my mother just after Lord-Mayor Bainilus vanished. At the time, Laria had thought Portia was overreacting, but when the Victocora estate burned down and Portia went missing, Laria knew my mother had spoken the truth. She sought me out and delivered a message and coffer, along with her condolences and an offer to stay at her establishment, the Long Roads Coffeehouse, as long as I needed a place to sleep. I admit I was dubious of her claims at first, but I believed her once I read the note in my mother’s hand."
He pulls a piece of parchment from a pocket in his robe and passes it around for you to see.
My dearest son,
If you are reading this, what I have feared has come to pass and I am dead or captured. For many years, I have belonged to the Sacred Order of Archivists and have worked to free Kintargo from Chelish rule. I have learned much about Kintargo’s secret history, and fear the time will soon come when the city needs the return of its Silver Ravens. You have likely not heard of the Silver Ravens, few have. Mentions of them have been redacted by the agents of House Thrune, but during the civil war, the Ravens worked to ensure Kintargo’s safety. They were heroes in their day, and I fear that Kintargo needs their kind again. Do not believe the government’s claims that Lord-Mayor Bainilus abandoned us! Darker things are afoot, and I fear that all who work against Thrune may find themselves in danger in the days ahead.
The Silver Ravens maintained numerous hideouts within Kintargo’s walls during the civil war. I have located one such site, the
chambers below a building known today as the Fair Fortune Livery. If you are reading this, I was unable to seek further answers there myself. Gather heroes to your side, my son, and search below the livery. There, if my research is correct, you will find something to teach you more of the Silver Ravens and their legacy. Do not let my death be in vain. Stand up for Kintargo. Bring the Silver Ravens back to life!
After you have all had an opportunity to read the note Rexus continues "So you see, perhaps we can find something at the Livery that will help us in our cause. I admit I am no adventurer and leading a rebellion is not my calling, but it is my belief that if we" he motions to everyone "can band together we can start something to take down this madman Thrune and restore Kintargo."
He thinks to himself "Perhaps we can explore the Livery on the morrow? I fear that as the day grows late we may run into curfew which could complicate matters. Not to mention, the Dottari and Hellknights are likely out in force to maintain order after the riot at the park."
Nils face softens a bit as Rexus describes his plight and reveals the note from his mother.
"My condolences on your loss. I suspect what your mother believed is in fact the truth. On the same night agents of the Lord Mayor struck at the Cloven Hoof Society, dragged off it's leader and left her friends corpse hanging from the gate. We haven't seen her since. Those of us from the Nursery have done our best to support each other since but her loss is sorely felt."
Taking a deep breath before slowly releasing it he continues "There are few places my kind find anything resembling welcome but in Kintargo we at least found some level of tolerance and community. I will not give up on this city or see it twisted into a mirror of Egorian. I'm with you and any who would stand for the true spirit of the Silver City."
"Let's meet in the morning then at the Livery. For now we should make our way out in small groups to avoid notice."
After reading the letter, Mawl loves having direction and he jumps up and says just a little too loudly. "Yes, let's bring these Silver Ravens back and explore the Livery as soon as possible. It's resolved! No more need for chit-chat
As he gathers his stuff to leave he turns to Sorix, and asks her more quietly, "Didn't you mention the Silver Ravens during one of your stories while we were reveling and worshiping Desna?" "I thought you may have even asked me if I had heard of them...well now I have"
Before he leaves he absentmindedly turns back to the room and Hey, where are we meeting tomorrow?"
Sincere condolences about your family. That is horrible, and all the more reason why we must not let this madman continue to ruin our fine city.
The Fair Fortune livery...isn't that creepy old place supposed to be haunted? Sounds like we're in for an adventure. What time shall we meet?
Addressing Mawl, Yes! I'm always curious about underground resistance organizations, you know, since I come from one and all. Back in Nidal, we had to be even more secretive about our devotion to Desna than we do here. Being found out could get you killed...or worse. Sorix shudders.
Saniel listened intently at the words of the wizard. A fellow follower in the city? I'd dared not believe it would even be possible. Perhaps there is hope for this place yet.
After studying the offered note and becoming truly intrigued at the mention within of the Silver Ravens, Saniel's attitude quickly changes from one of doubt to one of sincere interest. Passing the missive back to the man and noting the departing words of the others, Saniel nods and says, "The Livery then, in the morning. I will meet those of you willing to investigate the location then. Be safe out there." With that he stands and curtly bows to those present, making his way back outside and quickly heads to the boarding house.
Today had truly exceeded his expectations, and the promises that tomorrow held were equally exciting.
Sorix seems both excited and determined as she bids everyone farewell after the hour is confirmed for tomorrow morning. Just as she's about to leave, she pauses as she remembers something. Oh! Mawl, I wanted to thank you for placing yourself between me and that stupid loyalist thug in the alley. Anyway, I noticed during the scuffle in the park you were fighting with a weapon that allows you to strike at attackers a bit further away than with a sword or a club. I know a spell that increases size and strength. It'll also increase the distance that much more at which you can threaten foes. If this Fair Fortune really is "haunted," Sorix rolls her eyes, then smiles "I have a scroll ready, just in case."
"Okay, see everyone in the morning. If I hurry home I should have time to make one more scroll before bed."
What excuse should I give the Aulorians for my morning "appointment"? Would they be at all sympathetic to my intentions? They know I come from Nidal, and while we don't discuss politics, it must be fairly obvious I'm not exactly praising the Umbral Court. I probably shouldn't come totally clean about what I'm up to. But they seem like a sensible Kintargan family...
Before anyone departs, Rexus pulls out a small coffer from his pack. "It is not much, but it is all I have and I give it you to help our cause." He opens the coffer, inside is 150gp, a signet ring (75gp), a masterwork silver dagger, a set of bracers of armor +1 and a mithrel key. Rexus reaches in and takes the key "This was my mothers, she wore it as a necklace. I shall keep it as it holds sentimental value. The rest you can do with as you see fit." He slides the coffer over to you.
As you all begin to leave Rexus bids you all farewell. As you make your way back to your abodes, you do note the increased presence of Dottari, Loyalists, and Hellknights throughout the city, though you make it home with no issue. The night is uneventful, though many of you have plenty to process between the protest turned riot, the new outlandish proclamation and your acceptance to starting a rebellion.
The next morning you make your way to the Livery, whether from knowing the way or asking for directions. The streets are a little less busy than you are used to. As you each arrive separately you find Rexus waiting for you nearby and he waves you over. "I'm glad you all could make it." he smiles "It is good to know, by your actions, that your words last night were true and you are ready to embark on this journey together." He nods to an old building across the street. "That is the Livery. As I noted, I have little experience in these things, so perhaps one of you has an idea on how we should approach this?"
Across the way you see an aged stable that leans slightly to one side, its roof precariously propped up by aged wooden walls. The main entrance, you can see from here, is chained up.