Are you all going in, or is Trisane going in alone?
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Trisane nods in agreement.
Good. Ophelia, come with me. I’ll probably need some of your charms to make this work. Nik stay back here and be on lookout. We may need to get out quick. Let’s go.
Trisane leads onward toward the door slowly and quietly. He listens for a few moments at the eastern double doors to try to hear a conversation before swinging them wide open and beginning the ruse.
You approach the double doors, but all you hear are the thumps and thuds of men working on the other side, nothing distinguishable, and no conversations. The doors open easily enough.
The floor of this grim chamber is strewn with blood-stained straw, and the reek of slaughter is almost overpowering. The room is a killing floor. Meat hooks dangle from a metal track affixed to the ceiling that allows the hooks and their gory loads to be moved easily around the room. In the northwest corner, a large hammer sits on the floor amid a permanent bloodstain. To the south, a bloodstained grill covers a wide hole in the floor. Just north of the grill sit two large vats of water, one boiling and one cold. Two large butcher blocks stand to the east next to barrels of salt, and in the southeast corner sits a reeking vat of cast-off meat and bones. A broad-shouldered man with long sideburns works at cutting apart large chunk of meat at one of the butcher blocks. The other man found here is a thin and jittery man with a sallow complexion. Both are clearly butchering an animal from the pens.
The two men look at each other as you enter. Meat is only available up front, or is there something else we can help you with? the broad shouldered man asks.
I hope he knows what he's doing.
Ophelia steps in, behind Trisane, and folds her arms, trying to appear confident.
The broad-shouldered man with long sideburns, looks from Trisane to Ophelia, and back to Trisane. Malder is up front. What's your business with him?
Ophelia - No, neither was up front.
Nik - There are just 2 cows, a pig and a sheep in the pen. They are in relatively decent shape.
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So far so good...
Like I said, my business would be with Malder...
Trisane continues a steady approach toward the northern wall until he is near the set of doors in the middle. He tries to maintain a rough demeanor but softens his voice when he gets close to the man with long sideburns.
But just 'tween you an me, a pretty little bird told me you boys might need some help around here and I ain't talkin about choppin up meat.
Trisane winks at the man in an obvious fashion while resting his hand on the hilt of his longsword.
Oh really...the cleaver falls, splitting a hunk of meat in two. The man with broad shoulders pauses a moment then asks, And who exactly might this little birdie be?
The broad shouldered man looks at Ophelia, and his eyes narrow for a moment. Trisane, you think this is going to be too easy. And then the broad shouldered man speaks. Don't know her, but I bet Malder would like to. He is up front, door is behind you.
Outside Nik continues to survey the scene in the pens, and locks eyes with a certain raven as he hops along the top of the pen.
Nu sunteți în căutarea atât de bine. Dar, odihnă ușor, nu există diavoli spectatori. Că eu pot vedea oricum.
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Asta e liniștitor. Având în vedere acestea se pot transforma invisibile, nu-i văd este un fel de așteptat.
Nik rubs one of the spots where he was stung. His joints and muscles still feel weak and tight.
He smiles even with the discomfort and looks at Rom.
Iti multumesc totusi. Dacă nu le-a văzut când ai făcut-o, Trisane poate să nu fi făcut. Cred că ar trebui să lucreze la predarea el limba poporului nostru, deși, în acest fel el poate să înțeleagă și să vorbească cu tine.
Better not keep him waiting then. Ophelia gestures to Trisane, After you.
Not that way. The broad shouldered man says as he puts the hand with the cleaver against the door. Out the way you got in.
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Argh! oh well... there's no turning back now. We need to know what's goin on here.
Trisane looks over to the broad shouldered man with the cleaver.
That's too bad. I was really hoping we could be friends... Sorry about this.
He draws his longsword and swings forcefully at the man's head in an attempt to knock him out. Then steps back 5' west against the vat.
Oh no!
Ophelia takes a step away from Trisane and the man Obstupefacio, she says as she casts a spell at the broad shouldered man. Once she releases the spell, she'll grab one of her wands and point it at the other man threateningly, don't make me disintegrate you!
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Sounds like things might be getting tense in there.
Nik makes sure his crossbow is secure and pulls his quarterstaff from his back. He nods a Rom and makes ready to open the door if things get any worse.
Păstra un ochi deschis. Cred că ar putea avea nevoie de ajutor.
The broad shouldered man does not seem to respond to Trisanes sword arching past his head.
The other man with the sallow complexion screams out, Intruders - we are being attacked! then he moves towards Ophelia, drawing a long sword and swinging it wildly. Aaaaahhhhhwwwwww!!!! If he is worried about being disintegrated, he is apparently going to go down swinging! Fortunately for Ophelia, swinging is all he does, as the sword misses her.
Nik - you hear the Ophelia cast a spell, and speak to someone, followed by the shouts of alarm and the general scream.
În cazul în care lucrurile sunt atât de rău Sable Compania marin, și ai nevoie de magician ajutorul meu, se execută în mod greșit!
La naiba! I warned you!
Ophelia will take a step back away from the man, towards the door she entered from. Klootzpup!
Ophelia launches a glob of acid that zips past the man with the sallow complexion. With the arrival of Nik, he takes a step back and swings the longsword at him. A little off balance, he misses. Help! Help, we are being attacked!
The broad shouldered man moves in between Trisane and the doors and swings the meat cleaver in a wide arc. He curses, adding You marines, always stickin your noses in where they don't belong!
Ophelia moves into the room, between Trisane and Nik. She levels the wand at the man again, Klootzpup!
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Nik back peddles a little bit from the swinging blade. He grabs the symbols around his neck and whispers a slight prayer.
Ferice Dreamer, zâmbești copilul și prietenii săi ...
Nik then raises his quarterstaff defensively and awaits the continued assault.
Now, now, let's talk this over before one of us gets hurt.
Ophelia launches a glob of acid that zips past the man with the sallow complexion. He takes a step forward and swings the longsword at Nik again. The blade whistles past Nik just missing him. Help! We are being attacked! he continues to raise the alarm.
The broad shouldered keeps the vat between him and Trisane, still guarding the doors.
Verik ain't hidin from the likes o' you, so leave and you won't be hurt
Ophelia looks at the wand in disbelief. this thing must be broken
She drops the wand and grabs the other one, pointing it at the same man again, enough from you! She triggers the wand, sending a magic missile at him.
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I never said his first name... these must be renegade guards. At least this guy anyway.
So you are hiding him then! I can't leave until justice is served. Looks like one of us is going to get hurt!
Trisane moves cautiously back into attack position along the vat and spins his longsword on edge with greater purpose.
Trisane lands a solid blow against the broad shouldered man wielding the meat cleaver. And I am bettin' on it bein' you that gets hurt! he grunts through the pain as he swings the meat cleaver and cleaves through Trisane's armor with a vicious blow.
Spellcasters! The sallow complexion man screams after the missiles strike him. He then takes a blow from Nik's quarterstaff.
Stepping forward he tries to retaliate.
At this point Malder enters through the doorway behind the broad shouldered man, looking confused for a moment, he draws a longbow and moves to circle around the large vats in the center of the room to get clear line of fire at Nik and Ophelia.
That looked bad!
Ophelia runs up behind Trisane and places her hand on his back, let me help you. Diaboli cruor.
Trisane hits the broad shouldered man for another solid blow, as he steadies himself against the vast he feels two seperate waves of magic bind his wounds and invigorate him.
Nik draws out the Harrow Deck.
The broad shouldered man pulls another person from the front through the doors and they move behind the vat for cover. Stay down, they have a caster or two! you hear the broad shouldered man say to the newly arrived man.
The man with the sallow complexion moves after Ophelia. He swings but seems hesitant to get too close and swings wide. Eeeeaaaaahhh!
With the sallow complexion man out of the way, Malder has a clear shot with his bow at Nik. The arrow thunks into the wall near Nik. At which point Rom glides in through the doors to land on the newly created perch.
This is bad, we're already outnumbered.
Ophelia steps behind Trisane, while retrieving a flask of alchemist fire. I hope whatever is in the vats isn't flammable. She tosses the flask at the broad shouldered man, then turns her attention to the man with sallow complexion.
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Fire, what a wonderful idea.
Nik steps forward, sizing up the positions of his opponents. He fans his hands across himself and says a small prayer. Fire ignites in an arc, enveloping the sallow man and the archer that fired at Nik.
Praf de stele arde în cazul în care cade.
Reflex DC 13 for half.
fire damage
Ophelia's alchemist fire throw goes awry, and splashes against the vat over beside the sallow complexion man catching him in the spray of flame.
A second later, a fan of flame spreads out from Nik's outstretched hands catching the sallow complexion man and the archer in the sudden gout of flame.
Trisane's alchemist fire throw hits its mark, and splashes the broad shouldered man as well.
The sallow complexion man crumples against the vat, crying out in pain, as his skin is already blistering from the burns. He drops his weapon [/b]I am done, I surrender![/b]
Malder, the archer, fires an arrow that strikes Nik.
The broad shouldered butcher drops prone and rolls to put out the flames, moving further behind the vat.
The new opponent, wielding a long sword, swings at Trisane.
but the blow clanks of the breastplate.
The alchemist fire has singed some of the raw meat, adding a burnt flesh smell to the other scents, here and there flames dance upon the globs of animal fat and lick at the wooden surfaces. From the doorway, a collective gasp is barely audible above the sounds of the alchemists fire bursting. Apparently the, the shop's patrons had gathered in the hallway and are watching from the open doorway, just narrowly missing the gout of flames, they pull back into the hallway a bit, still holding the doors open watching.
Looks like two down, Trisane can handle the swordsman, we need to focus on Malder
Ophelia points her wand at Malder and unleashes a magic missile.
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Trisane shakes his head for a moment to regain some clarity. Then swings aggressively at his attacker.
I hope the rest of these guys surrender soon.
He shouts loudly for all to hear.
You're all under arrest! Surrender now!
Trisane makes an attempt to close the doors to the hallway to block the view from the public.
The broad shouldered butcher falls under the blow of Trisane's sword. he moves to close the doors, but they are physically being blocked by the crowd.
What in the Abyss is wrong with you, you murdering thug! Does the Queen want us to starve?shouts a twig of woman who, from the look of her settled the city with Korvosa himself. There are a chorus of agreeing comments from behind her.
Malder is hit by another magic missile, then stabbed by Nik. Try and do some good, and feed the people, and the Queen sends her stormtroopers to crush the common man! Malder says a bit too loudly as he drops the bow and raises his hands.
What in the hells is going on here? At least they stopped fighting.
Ophelia looks to Malder, wand pointed at him, I don't know what you're talking about, we're just looking for Verik Vancaskerkin. We need to speak with him. Is he here?
She then looks to Nik, Nik, can you check on the big guy?
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Uh oh… I better say something to calm these people.
Trisane turns to face the crowd as the last combatant surrenders. He sheathes his sword and reaches out his hands openly to explain.
Listen everyone! No one’s dying here today if I have anything to say about it. What you are witnessing is justice!
He points down at the unconscious broad shouldered butcher.
These men here are deserters of the Korvosan Guard. They swore an oath to protect you in time of need and carelessly cast their words aside for their own selfish ends…
Trisane pauses, looks over at Malder for a moment then turns back to the crowd putting his hands on his hips in an attempt to look heroic.
I’m here with the authority of the Guard, the Sable Company and the Queen. I assure you, you have not been abandoned. There is plenty of food here for everyone. If you are hungry, take it, it’s yours. You no longer need the help of these four criminals. They’re coming with me.
Malder looks at Ophelia and grins. Verik, was here, feeding the people, asking nothing in return! Find him yourself.
The broad shouldered man needs the healing hex and wakes in manacles.
From the hallway, Trisane's proclamation is met with a chorus of responses:
Justice - This isn't justice!
These men are protecting us, with out them we would starve!
Selfish - these men never asked for anything from us!
To the Abyss with the Queen and the the Guard then!
As the crowd's anger grows, Malder encourages them further, See, the Queen wants you to starve, to burn, and sends her soldiers to oppress you! I bet she dines well each night in the castle, while you will be left to starve!
With the little old lady in the vanguard, the crowd seems to pack together in the hallway, resolute that you won't pass through that way.
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Nik stands now that the man is contained. He turns to the crowd and tries to see if he can help them see reason. With a soft voice he addresses the little old lady at the head.
Bunica, please hear us before things turn bad for us all.
Nik then talks to the crowd in general.
Folks, we understand that you are scared and concerned. And these men may in fact have your best interests in mind. We, as representatives of the Guard, want to get to the truth. We were simply investigating the abandonment of these men from their posts, and if they were trying to take advantage of the current chaos to do harm.
We mainly wanted to talk to one man, Verik, as it was rumored he led some guards from their posts and may be the cause of certain troubles. These men were not cooperative in that investigation and things got out of hand. Now for our safety, and yours, we will contain these men for now and get to the bottom of it all.
Once we have found the truth we will bring those who have committed crimes to justice and the rest will be released with our sincerest apologies. As for the help they provided, the guard is not interested in harming any of you. Tomorrow, I assure you that this shop will open and aid will be provided as normal.
Nik again addresses the old lady at the head.
Bunica, I assure you that Blessed Dreamer guides me in this. I will not allow these events to bring any people harm. Please lead your people back to safety and let us finish our business.