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Pharast 15th, 4715, around 10:00 AM
Aria Park
Round Two
Rathgur
Huck
GM Reserved
Declan
Green
Dyst
Red -ABILITY SCORE DAMAGE-
Riding Dog (Black)
Brown
Leila
Lily
Purple
Riding Dog (Blue)
The chain strikes brown, still recovering from the glitterdust.
steps forward and takes a swing at Declan with his longsword.
charges at Dyst, barking madly.
Rathgur is up.
poor animal, it knows nothing but violence. It's probably just hungry...
Moving in to take care of the goon, disregarding the dog Rath swings his mighty axe.
"Listen here snoutlicker, your kind isn't wanted round these parts, ya'hear."
Huck takes a quick step out or range of that filthy militia grunt who has been swinging at Leila, reload's Bessy, and begins to focus his aim before pulling the trigger another shot.
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Pharast 15th, 4715, around 10:00 AM
Aria Park
Round Three
Rathgur
Huck
GM Reserved
Declan
Green
Dyst
Red -ABILITY SCORE DAMAGE-
Riding Dog (Black)
Brown
Leila
Lily
Purple
Riding Dog (Blue)
No longer burning, a sobbing, badly burnt Sarini stumbles to his feet and the militia members begin a fighting retreat.
Declan is up.
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Declan flinched away from the zealous guard. ”Golly! What’re ya doing?! I’m a good devil-fearin’ citizen dammit! Attack the rebels, not me!”
Seeing Chauncey and company in retreat he stifled another smile. Good! Huck’s anarchist pals needed a win. Of course this just means that House Thrune is going to come down hard.
Meanwhile his minions continued to tear into their new prey, the snarling, blind mastiff.
for damage
for damage
for damage
for damage
for damage
for damage
Seeing the ruse is futile, Declan decided it was best tool press the attack instead. He summoned new eagles to flank his aggressor, causing the previous infernal creatures to abandon their hopes of attaining Declan’s soul and return to their plane in a puff of black smoke.
for damage
for damage
for damage
To help sell the con, Declan took shelter behind the guard and raised his hands to shield his face and shrunk away from the encroaching rebels.
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Pharast 15th, 4715, around 10:00 AM
Aria Park
Round Three
Rathgur
Huck
GM Reserved
Declan
Green
Dyst
Red -ABILITY SCORE DAMAGE-
Riding Dog (Black)
Brown
Leila
Lily
Purple
Riding Dog (Blue)
”Right you are, citizen!”
The eagles attacks tear into the mastiff, badly wounding it.
Green didn't appreciate your ruse, sir, but has bigger fish than you to fry.
Loading his crossbow, he fires at Lily
Dyst is up.
Quickly whipping a small sharpened dagger in his other hand, Dyst takes 2 stabs at brown (or at the dog if the first one takes brown down).
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Pharast 15th, 4715, around 10:00 AM
Aria Park
Round Three
Rathgur
Huck
GM Reserved
Declan
Green
Dyst
Red -ABILITY SCORE DAMAGE-
Riding Dog (Black)
Brown
Leila
Lily
Purple
Riding Dog (Blue)
drops.
steps forward and swings at Leila again.
dog snaps at the Red Eagle.
Leila is up.
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As the mastiff chomped down on one of Declan’s infernal eagles and began to shake it vigorously in its mouth, it quickly found it only had a mouthful of soot.
Declan clutched desperately at the guard’s cloak, “You’re not leaving me are you? Don’t leave me! They’re comin’ right at us!”
”Mr guard man, you’re being mean. You want to act like a dog, fine. Here’s a kennel just for you.”
Pull out a crossbow bolt and cast Wood Shape on it. Creating a rectangle of wood around squares V11 and V12. (Structure is of very simple design, just thin walls and a roof)
5ft step back, then cast Daze on Red
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Pharast 15th, 4715, around 10:00 AM
Aria Park
Round Three
Rathgur
Huck
GM Reserved
Declan
Green
Dyst
Red -ABILITY SCORE DAMAGE- Dazed 1 round
Riding Dog (Black)
Leila
Lily
Purple
Riding Dog (Blue)
Purple attempts to move forward through Declan's square. When Declan grabs at his cloak and prevents him from moving forward, he attempts a reposition combat maneuver.
If he succeeds, he's going to deposit Declan in the water in T14.
Blue mastiff is going to snap at Dyst again.
Rathgur is up.
Seeing the goons falling under our pressure, Rath takes a look around the field of combat.
Trying to see any activity coming from the surrounding area. More gaurds, regular soldiers, etc
Turning his attention to the immediate, he takes a swing at the pup in front of him that has been attacking Dyst
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Pharast 15th, 4715, around 10:00 AM
Aria Park
Round Four
Rathgur
Huck
GM Reserved
Declan
Green
Dyst
Red -ABILITY SCORE DAMAGE- Dazed 1 round
Riding Dog (Black)
Leila
Lily
Purple
The dog dies.
Huck is up.
Huck's unable to control a slight bit of laughter as he watches Declan Bob get tossed into the water. I"ll have to remember to toss this one back at em later, but first, I've this pesky varmin in front of me to deal with.
Coming back to the rabbal in front of him, Huck takes a quick step back before reloading Bessy, focusing his aim on the same filthy militiaman in front of him, and then letting Bessy do her thing.
Remaining Grit 3/5 (4/5 if crit or target drops)
Glitterdust 0/1
Urban Sleuth 1/1
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Pharast 15th, 4715, around 10:00 AM
Aria Park
Round Four
Rathgur
Huck
Declan
Green
Dyst
Dog (Black)
Leila
Lily
Purple
Red Drops after being shot.
With that, the remaining militia members make a hasty retreat, ending combat.
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"What the--!" was all that Declan could manage before he landed in the pool with a splash. The things I endure for these dogooders!
Declan floundered in the water and gulped far more of it down than is strictly healthy, but did eventually pull himself ashore after a lot of effort.
Meanwhile his remaining infernal minion continued to harass the fleeing guard and dog with beak and claw as they beat their retreat. But on its own without back up, the bird was a minimal threat.
With a cough Declan spat, "Well that was unpleasant. I think it is time we make a hasty retreat of our own," he continued with a glance up to the Opera House to see if the Lord Mayor was enjoying the performance. "Someone grab those poor souls we just saved. I can throw up a smoke screen if that would help cover our escape."
"Damned cowards!"Huck yells out as the snoutlickers run away. Walking over to where Declan was throw in to the water to assist him in getting out, plugging his nose "Well I knew ya needed a bath, but I done think you made things worse there" forcing the last bit out "Bob".
After making sure good ol' Dec is safe from the trenches, he moves over to the cages themselves. Opening each one, and assisting with getting them out of the cages.
"Come now, I've got ya, lets get you two out of here before more snoutlickers decide to crash our little shindig shall we?"
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Pharast 15th, 4715, around 10:00 AM
Exiting the doghouses, bleeding and exhausted, are a human man you do not know, and Zea, the Tiefling woman you dealt with when investigating the murders in the Devil's Nursery.
”We should hurry, the Dottari may not have organized this, but theyre unlikely to be alright with spells and gunfire to be flying around so close to the Opera House.” the man says.
Leaving the area quickly, Zea thanks you for the rescue, as does the man, who introduces himself.
”You can call me Creeley. While in my cups I may have been too bold—said a few unthoughtful words about the Lord Mayor and his fondness for goats, as I recall. Still, while I'm no one's idea of a good citizen, I'm rather shocked to see my actions draw this kind of opprobrium.”
Zea shakes her head. ”In Kintargo, only a human could say such a thing and be surprised at a swift reprisal.”
Creeley nods, looking genuinely chagrined. ”Too right, lass, and I appologize.
“Still and all, I'd like to know my rescuers? You folks often get in fights to the death with Chellish loyalsts in the park?”
"Agreed, we need to make haste. While I have no qualms about introducing those snoutlickers to ol' Bessy here, no need to cause more of a scene than is necessary at this point."
"Name's Huck, and you'd be surprised what these varmin would do to anyone not fallin in line." Taking a look at Zea before continuing "Didn't I tell ya to take it easy, that I didn't wanna see you enden up dead?" letting out a comforting laugh before continuing "I'm glad yer alright, I'd hate to see a friend fall to these bastards."
Once both Creeley and Zea are out of the cages "To answer your question, it wouldn't be the first time Bessy and I have danced with these vermin openly, I reckon it won't be the last either. We can get proper introductions taken care of once we are safe. Come, we have someplace we can go for the time being."
Meeting up with the rest of the group as we depart, "Unless yall have a better idea, lets take them back home so we can tend to their wounds and rest up. I'm sure those Dottari scum won't be far behind."
losing focus is always hard as the rage dies away. Colors less pronounced, sounds muted, feelings less raw....
As the enemies disappear, Rath rushes onto the island and breaks up the nearest "house" come with us, your safe now he says to the occupant. Moving to the next one he does the same. Seeing his fears realized when Zea appears from one of the "houses" he feels the rage quicken within him.
scanning for injuries
we need to get out of here, NOW. And I don't think our base is best right now. Maybe we should head into the Nursery to that warehouse? We can explain when e get there
Moving out with the group keeping an eye on the crowds for dottari as they go.
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Creeley pulls back a little.
"Ah, look folks, I appreciate you're aid, but I'm not in the habit of running off with a group of heavily armed strangers. I'll be heading back home now--if you're ever looking for a good fence, ask after Creeley in Old Kintargo."
Zea nods wearily.
"Yes. I am very thankful for your help, and I'll tell everyone I know about what you did, but really, while I've got a couple of bites and scratches I'm not to bad off. I was only in there for a few hours--it would have been much worse had you not come. Thank you again. Devil's Nursery is still a friend to the Silver Ravens."
The two move off, Creeley towards Old Kintargo, and Zea towards the Nursery.
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Declan opted to part ways at this point as well. He needed to find somewhere to change out of his wet clothes back into something respectable and then head home for a nice warm bath. After that, he head back into town to get a drink and ask around about this Creeley character.
Declan spent the day following the death of one of their followers, not somber, but concerned. He didn't like the idea of someone knowing where he hid away to commit treason. He needed to know if loyalist forces were closing in on them. He decided he needed to speak to his Dottari brother to see what he knew. This time he figured he'd try to return the favor and catch Padraig off guard on his return home.
"Well you look tired. Still an uphill climb to quash this rebellion? I thought you had all of this well in hand, and yet the rumor mills are a buzz all over the city with new enemies at our gates everyday. Perhaps the confidence in you was misplaced."
As the group makes it's way back to the Nest, Rath continually scans the area for Dottari or CCG goons. Keeping his hood up once they leave the Opera House area, he tries to blend in with the crowd.
we should check the Nest for more booby taps when we get back.... You never know what might have happened while we were out....
Once we get back he's doing to do what he can to see if anything was tampered with.
"Dyst, you poor thing. Here, have some berries. I promise, these -probably- won't kill you."
Leila grabs his hand and puts 8 berries in it.
"Anyone else need some healing, or just hungry?"
Grinning as she walks between each of the party members, offering treats.
Leila, I am feeling very good but i would love to try a berry.
We should probably get out of here though because they are not going to like what just happened. The dog that was branded got away too so there is that too. I will meet you guy back at the nest.
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[Spoiler=Declan]
It's late--many hours past curfew, when Padraig arrives home.
"Well hello, Declan."he says in his slow drawl. "A surprise it is to see you here, waiting for your dear brother to return from a day of toil, yet again."
"Indeed I am tired. I should say things are in hand, but that is only through constant vigilance. There are any number of schemers and traitors in our midst, but you may rest assured we have our eyes on each of them."
He smiles mirthlessly. "You do rest easy, don't you, brother Declan? Where ever you may lay your head after your day spent doing...whatever it is you are doing?"
"As to the confidience placed in me, vis-a-vis my position in service Empress and Country, it would be presumptious of me to say that none could perform better, but I think that things in this city are as calm as they are likely to be, give the disagreeable and insubordinate character of our fair city."
Rathgur, everything appears to be fine back at the Wasp's Nest. You find nothing unusual in your search.
As usual Jeeves watched and listened closely to Declan's brother trying to determine his true motives and intents.
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"I can't rest easy. That's my whole point. This gods damned city is coming apart at the seams with peasants taking to the streets with torches and... and... that over-sized fork thing the groundskeepers use? You know what I mean. Schemers? You make it sound like some carefully orchestrated plot! It is nothing but a bunch of ungrateful commoners trying to claim they can run this city better than those of us bred to rule for generations. How hard can it be to lock up the rabble that marches through our streets? Now I hear that there is some scar-faced woman branding good, law-abiding citizens, and the people hold her up like some kind of folk hero?
I am hearing a lot of 'we've got it under control' and 'don't worry' but I am not hearing much in the way of actual measures being taken to counteract this threat--from you or the town gossips. In the eyes of the public, we are losing this damn war, brother. We need to correct our public relations problem. You know I'll never swing a sword for this cause, but let me do what I do best: sway the weak-minded. Give me some seeds to plant in the taverns and the brothels, to show that our city is not at the mercy of these brigands!"
Dyst munches on the goodberries and reloads his wrist sheathes with sharpened daggers (1 Cold Iron, 1 Silver) while tucking the used ones in his bandolier.
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”If I didn't know any better, I'd say you discovered your patriotism”. Padraig snaps off a sloppy, sardonic salute.
”Now, there was an abundance of sense in your soliloquoy, so let me address your concerns, point by point: I do indeed assert there is a carefully orchestrated plot. Several, in fact—have no doubt that the Court, certain subversive elements in the Academy, even the bomb-throwers on Blinker Street—these people are actively scheming to bring down Chelish rule in Kintargo.
”The devil's in the Nursery are organizing—even after we removed Strea Vestori from the equation. Students are gathering in coffeehouses, businessmen in salons. Crows are gathering to pick the corpse of this city.”
He smiles, and draws a cigarette from his satchel, and lights it with a foul-smelling lucifer.
”Now, I won't tell you they're all working together in one grand conspiracy. Yet. But seeds are planted. And I'll not sow salt over the whole of the city. Our aim is...targeted. Precise.”
”The halfling lass, for example, with the rather ironic scar. We are, shall we say, aware of her. But what would you have us do, tear apart half of Villegre looking for her? How many scarred heroes will our Dottari leave in their wake?
[b]”When I say we have this under control, don't think I'm lying out of concern for your emotional welfare—simply put, we do. Things are...unsteady. But they are unsteady in a way that we understand, and there is a path to stability here. One that would not be nearly so clear were we to start kicking in tavern doors and pulling people from their beds at night.”
”We have teams spreading rumors right now. I won't diminish your talent as a speaker—we are both blessed with the gift of the gab. You would be useful. I would take you on board, in an instant, and I daresay my superiors would support the move.”
He tosses the cigarette over his shoulder, and speaks in a cold, flat tone unlike his normal laconic drawl.
”But father forbids it.”
With that, he stalks off towards the house.
As we make our way out from the mess in the courtyard overlooked by the opera house. Huck reaches into his pouch, pulling out his silver raven figurine. Huck instructs the raven to seek out Emma and deliver the following message.
"I noticed you and yours within the fight outside the opera house today. I'm sending this message in hopes that you are well, and offer my assistance if anything is dire. We will need to meet soon as things in Kintargo seem to be escalating quickly, and I firmly believe that the two of us working together would be to the benefit of Kintargo as a whole. Do take care, and don't go gettin yerself dead. - Huck"
As his raven flies off, he bids farewell to both both Creeley and Zea, tipping his hat in respect towards both individually.
"Creeley, once things calm, I reckon I owe ya a drink. In the spirit of makin new friends and the like." Taking a glance at Zea "Hey Zea, try and take my advice this time ya, don't go gettin yerself dead. I'd be mighty torn up about it if that were to happen. I'm glad yer ok."
Letting out quite the laugh as they make their return trip home. "You know what the best part of today was, watchin ol' Bob here get his weekly bath. I reckon, I don think I've seen something so entertaining in a spell" Patting Declan on the back as he continues down the allyways.
"On a serious note, we should probably lay low for the rest of the day and maybe even the morrow. I reckon those snoutlickers on high won't be takin to kindly to what we done."
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The remainder of the day passes without incident.
Pharast 16th, 4715, around 7:00 AM
The following day, while you are eating breakfast in the coffeehouse, three Dottari arrive. A palpable quiet falls over the coffeehouse as the three walk over to Laria.
Brandishing a letter in front of him, one of them speaks.
”We've received this anonymous letter suggesting that suspicious activity and unsavory practices are occuring in this shop after closing hours. We are here to search the premises to determine if any seditious activity is taking place.”
The other two fan out—one heading for Laria's office, the other for the room containing the entrance to the cellar.
The lead officer begins asking probing questions of Laria.
”How many people live here?”
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After a lengthy discussion of plotting and planning out the assault, Declan led the merry band of rebels on what had to be his most treasonous act to date. That this followed his recent spat with family was of course coincidental. They took advantage of the hidden port in The Nest to launch a small boat and paddled their way up river to the Old Harbor, just outside the Western wall surrounding Old Kintargo.
Upon arrival, the adventurers split up somewhat to attract less attention. The halflings, Dyst and Lily, took the lead as certainly the stealthiest of their group. Leila, Rathgur, Huck and Jeeves followed a ways behind, taking to the alleys to hide their approach as best they could. Declan made no effort to hide his presence, instead simply acting nonchalantly as a citizen passing through the area, stopping once he could see the entrances to the main building of the Sallix Salt Works and the outbuilding identified as a barracks by the Fushi sisters. The plan was to watch for the patrol that they were warned about, and after it got a safe distance away, they would approach the barracks building stealthily.
Jeeves did his part, and approached slowly following a good twenty paces behind the halflings. He held his ground a block away from the barracks until someone gave word that they'd spotted a patrol.
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Pharast 15th, 4715, around 5:00 PM
Sallix Salt Works
Around 5 in the evening you see the patrol the Fushi's spoke of. Five soldiers exit the main building—a dwarf wearing well-crafted chainmail and carrying a heavy steel shield and heavy mace, and four human soldiers, wearing studded leather and equipped with short swords and daggers.
They perform a quick circuit around the building, but don't seem all that engaged with the task. After the circuit, they return inside the main doors of the Salt Works.
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Pharast 15th, 4715, around 5:00 PM
Sallix Salt Works
Ah, you are familiar with this dwarf. Kossrani. He's a native Kintargan, and a devout follower of Asmodeus. He once hoped to be a cleric of Asmodeus, and was crushed to discover he didn't have the mental control needed to channel magic from The First. Instead, he became a mercenary, working for the church as hired muscle.
Kossrani is a Lawful Evil medium-sized humanoid (dwarf subtype) Fighter 3. You didn't roll well enough to get a question.
Following along the group, trying to stay hidden and be as sneaky as possible....
Lily throws her hood up and tries to sneak forward while looking around.
Before heading out with Lily, Dyst offers to swap 1-2 of her normal small daggers for his sharpened ones (small, nonmagical), in case she needs to get the jump on someone, while drawing one of his own. Following Lily’s lead, he prepares to stealth up while staying a few steps behind her.
After Declan let Jeeves know telepathically that the patrol just passed and entered into the main building and commented that they don't seem very alert, Jeeves gave the signal to his companions. He tapped the shoulders of those nearby and gave a thumbs up to the halflings a short distance ahead. With that signal, he readied his greataxe as he knew it was time to slip into the barracks and hopefully catch the resting guarddmen unawares.
He let the halflings make the first approach then followed behind as quietly as he could.
Level 1
Level 2
SLA 1/day
Ex 3/day
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Pharast 15th, 4715, around 5:00 PM
Sallix Salt Works
You are all able to sneak up to the barracks without any issue. The Salt Works are silent.