Cerenity's shot burrows through the glob, but the hole fills up, leaving no mark.
Rexus scurries to the other side of Crady and touches his arm. "May Kintargo show you the way."
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With his dagger safely hidden, Marillo squares off to run at the last demon...devil...whatever they were calling it. "Pak! Flank it!"
"No silver here! All I've got are traditional arrows! Hang on, I might be able to compensate!"
He signals Vinz to head toward the closest lemure.
"Vinz! FLANK it!"
While this happens, he steps back and begins muttering something unintelligible. A green glow suffuses the longbow in his grip.
Soaring forward, Vinz lands adjacent to the infernal pile of scum and begins to jab at its flank, while being careful to duck and dodge out of the way when it retaliates.
A slight headiness flushed Crady's features as Rexus touches his arm. The urban druid was filled with the sensation that Kintargo, the Kintargo Crady knew, was watching over him, granting him strength and focus. One thing became certain in the city guide's mind: These devils are deadmeat!
Crady continues his attack with his quarterstaff with great vigor.
With the devil so close and the no silver upon his person, the nobleman instead aims to strike another devastating blow against the lemure.
Marillo conjures a blade from somewhere beneath his clothes and plunges it deep with in the mass. The creature shudders from the blow, and begins to sway and smoke.
As the devil seems to falter, Crady steps forward and brings his staff down upon the viscous blob; the might of Kintargo behind him. A satisfying squish can be heard as he connects. The smoking increases.
Just as Lurio's confident swing would seem to sever the beasts other appendage, the smoke evaporates in an unearthly screech. The Lemure is no more.
Pakuzzo takes a step back while his companions descend on the injured foe and tactfully prepares for his advance. Vinz lunges forward to bite the entity, just as his beak would clamp shut a wiff of the foul creature causes him to real back; missing entirely.
The remaining Lemure turns to Vinz and lashes out with it's sharp talons. The first claw seems to get stuck in the raven's side; and the devil proceeds to rip it back out. The others swipe goes wide.
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Frustrated that there was very little she could do, she reloads and fires once more at the creature, even with the weak impact she can make
Rumaging through the dirt and finding nothing of use, Luthor pauses, mid swipe and looks at the filth he had been moving telekinetically moving around. He extends his hand, and about 5lbs filth and dirt form filaments through the air, forming into a ball. He chuckles to himself. "I've already been rummaging through the most useful thing in here!" Turning around, he points his hand towards the remaining lemure, and the ball of filth takes off towards it.
Cerenity's telltale "Kaboom!" echoes in the underground locale. A hole suddenly shows up in the bulbous beast. Although the wound tries to seal itself, one can now see straight through its chest.
Rexus seeing you descend upon the easterly Lemure and it's subsequent demise, jumps as Cerenity's firestick goes off. "Oh my! Remind me to never upset you guys! And...What is...How..." the noble trails off as a wad of refuse leisurely floats past him.
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As Marillo moved up to the (hopefully) last of the otherworldly creatures, he thought to himself that when this was done he would have to find himself some actual equipment for combat. A parrying dagger, or maybe a buckler? Something to keep the assortment of thugs, hounds, gremlins and demons from ripping his face off...
Lurio would step past the dead devil upon the ground, spinning his weapon again before trying to bring it down upon the head of the last remaining, monstrous creature.
Crady flinches as Cerenity blasts a hole into the devil. When he urban druid looks again, he notices here is now a large hole in the monstrosity. Taking the initiative, Crady attempts to plunge his quarterstaff into the outsider's innards.
Marillo slides over to the remaining devil, it's attentions on the bird flapping about and skewers it with his silver dagger.
The beast slumps over without a sound and disappears in a burst of fetid smoke.
Marillo looks on in stunned silence before turning his gaze to the dagger. He had discounted it, at first. Daggers were never the most deadly of weapons, and the material made this one even less so. He had thought it merely ceremonial. But if it wasn't for the perfect balance of the blade the blow would not have struck true. Pushing the thoughts aside he returned to the present.
"Pak...is your bird alright?"
He was worried. They had just fought Demons. Or Devils. Or something like that, and he knew not what kind of lasting damage their wounds would cause.
"Please let me", asked Crady, as he walked over to the injured crow.
"It's okay", whispered the urban druid in a friendly tone. "I just wanna take a look at the owie."
Cerenity looks over the carnage. She cleans her weapon and loads another ball into the champer, before it vanishes in her cloak again
"I do hope these were the last of our worries. See as how resilient they were... we need to get better resources. Or our little... resistance will end by the hands of non Chelaxians. Like maybe rats... or a stray dog" her sarcasm was quite evedent. She was not happy with their current achievements. And that included herself
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Lurio looks down at the defeated creatures, frowning for a moment before he looks at the others with that scowl spread across his face.
"This doesn't bode well. Why would such creature be here, within a hidden sanctuary for the Silver Hawks?" His eyes flickered towards Cerenity and he would smirk for a moment, nodding. "We'll be fine, just some dirty work first and some initial trials. Think of it as training exercises or something."
He wouldn't let his initial fears continue to wear down upon him, as he gestured across the pool to the North.
"Let's continue moving, we're not done here yet."
They're probably drawn to filthy places like these. I admit, it is a nice new turn of the phrase "cleanliness is close to godliness" though."
He lets the ball of filth plop down into the pool, then scans the room for any tattered magical cloaks or similar items with detect magic.
"Before we celebrate too much, there might be more surprises down here. I'll scout ahead and see if there is anything else down here waiting to kill us."
Pakuzzo moves toward Vinz and inspects the raven.
"He's been better, Marillo," he answers.
Looking up at Crady, he nods.
"We appreciate the care, sage, but part of the deal is that we're each others' responsibility. I won't ask you to burn a spell to patch him up if I have the means to do it myself."
He lays his hands over Vinz and mutters something barely audible. A cool green glow suffuses the bird, helping to close its wounds.
Once he's certain that Vinz is tended to, he rejoins the conversation.
"What I'd like to know is why a filthy installation like this is even in the Silver Raven's hideout in the first place. Do you think maybe someone did some redecorating after they were gone? Infernalists love to deconsecrate sites of holiness, even secular ones."
Once healed, Vinz flaps his wings a few times experimentally and then sets to the serious business of preening his mussed-up feathers.
As the rest of the group tend to the injured raven and ponder the state of the underground lair, Marillo cautiously heads deeper
These rooms have fallen mostly into disrepair. Chunks of plaster hang from the walls, exposing rough stonework beyond. Scattered furnishings that once outfitted bunkrooms, a kitchen, and even an armory lie scattered about in states of complete disrepair, and doors hang from hinges in the crumbling archways that lie between the chambers.
To the northeast corner of the room, you locate a small nest, though their is very little within the nest itself to identify what was/is using it. A few feet away from the nest, you stumble upon 3 small crates against the wall.
Excited, Marillo grabs the bow in one hand and the pouch of pearls in the other. After checking to make sure that all is jndeed safe he rushes back to the group, a grin on his face. "Loot!" He holds up the bow and thrusts it at Pak. "Money!" He holds up the bag. There was enough inside for everyone to have two. "More! Come on, take a look over here."
Lurio's eyes widen as he hears Marillo hurry back towards them, readying himself in case there was more danger. When the man came back with a bow and a bag that cracked together with the sound of gems rather than coin, a smile spread across his face.
"Thank the Everbloom..." He murmurs to himself, trudging along after Marillo to the back rooms. There were a variety of items laid about within the crates there, the beautiful silver hawks making him smile sadly for a moment as he traced his hands over them.
"Well...this is what we came here for then. I think this crate..."He says, nudging the locked one with his foot lightly. "Likely contains what we are looking for. Crady, can you pop this lock for us?"
As his friend says that, Marillo fishes out the cloak and looks it over with an appraising eye, seeing if it would go well with his outfit.
Luthor had been studying the arcane symbols written on the ground when Marillo hurried in.
Following everyone into the other room, Luthor momentarily becomes distracted with the pearls, musing something about enchanting them to store spells, then realizes that there's still an unopened crate. He tosses the key that got them through the grate to Lurio.
"It's probably a different key, but it's worth a shot anyways. I'll see if I can find the actual key lying around in here somewhere.
He begins searching the room.
Pakuzzo hold up the mahogany bow admiringly, giving its string an experimental pluck.
"Niiice..." he coos. "I think we can give these a good home."
Seeing Luthor searching for the key, the archer lends his own eyes to assist him.
Lurio begins to move along with the others, carefully searching the place over to see if there is anything else hidden in the muck and mirk.
Watching you guys search the room, Rexus look over the new found gear. "Hmm...Some of this is magical." Scratching his beard, he takes a few moments to inspect each in turn.
Turning to the locked Crate, the man frowns. "Sorry, but there's nothing I can do about the lock."
"Once we're ready, I think a bite to eat would be nice...at least some fresh air... A friend of mine runs this pleasant shop."
"A cloak that helps you hide better. I'd be quite interested in that." Lurio mentions from beside the locked crate, looking towards the others in their lighter armor. "I trust in steel and have been trained to use it. I'll pass on the armor."
He looks back down upon the little raven made of silver, marveling at the power and craftiness of magic. "Capable of both wonderful and terrible things, I'm sure."
Turning towards Rexus, he let out a soft laugh and nods. "A bite to eat might be nice. I think we need to get cleaned first unless you happen to have that wonderful spell some mages have. The one that allows you to clean yourself and things like that?" He sniffs at him, shaking his head before he sighs. "I smell like s%#+."
Crady pulls out his thieves' tools and takes a good look at the locked crate.
The urban druid shakes his head and says, "Sorry. This lock looks to be above my meager skill. I could work on it all day and still get nowhere."
With no success in finding the key the last crate, Luthor focuses his attention on the locked crate. The cloak was interesting, but since he could turn invisible probably of more use to someone else. The Ravens though; he could sell one and not have to paint another blasted picture of the queen for the rest of his life! But the crate though... There were a number of magical auras within it he could tell, and if the other magical prizes in the unlocked crates were anything to go by it was going to be quite a prize indeed.
"I'm sure there's a crowbar around somewhere upstairs, maybe if I can find a weak spot we can pry it open."
He tips the box on its side and looks for any spots where they might be able to wedge something in.
"You know...I think that this is just what I need. Leave the chest with me. It'll take a few days, but I think that I can get it open..."
Marillo smiled as he said this. Their little adventure had shown him how important it was to learn how to pick locks, and this was the perfect way for him to get some practice.
Lurio picks up the morningstar, rolling it in his hands for a motion and giving it a few swings. To all watching, it is obvious that the nobleman has received a measure of training in regards to a variety of weapons. The morningstar swings through the air cleanly and efficiently and Lurio looks back at the others.
"If it is alright, I'd like to take this. It'll be useful against the minions of hell, I'm sure."
Walking over to the crate, he looks it over with Luthor and shakes his head for a moment.
"Without breaking it open and risking a chance to damage it, I'm not sure we can open it right now." He pats the top of it, nodding towards Rexus. "I think this is what your mother wanted you to find though. We'll take it with us when we leave."
Wandering back out towards the pool where the devils had emerged from, he looks to see if there is any lever or hidden switch to drain the filthy pool. Perhaps there was more here than they imagined.
Pakuzzo holds up the leather armor and grins.
"It looks a little snug, but I think it will be flattering overall."
Tucking it into his pack along with the shortbow and a single ravem, he takes stock of the surroundings.
"Well, we seemed to have cleaned the place out. I certainly have no objections to heading back for a wash and some grub, as well as trying to see if we can jimmy open that mystery crate."
The urban druid follows Lurio in hopes of finding ther drain switch.
As you continue to investigate the pool, you realize it was once a wonderful fountain and has since been plugged off. Sadly, the only way to empty the sludge would be a bucket at a time.
Rexus looks to Lurio, "Actually, yes. I do have that ability, though I think I'll wait till we are topside." Turning to leave, he heads back the way you came.
As you make it back to the front doors of the livery, he glances at Crady "I'm sure glad you got this chain off. Much easier getting back out."
In a hushed whisper, he advises "The propietor is Ms Laria Longroad. She was one of my mother's contacts in the underground. She could be of great assistance if you truly wish to rebuild the Silver Ravens."
As you enter the coffee shop, passing one of Luthor's depictions of the Queen, an excitable halfling female bounds up to Rexus. She looks at each of you in turn and smiles.
"Friends! So good you could come! How long has it been? Well, too long if you ask me." Shoving a plate of pastries in Lurio's hands and a tray of steaming coffee in Marillo's, she continues. "I just must hear what you've been up to lately! I've a few customers to attend to, but find a seat in my office and I'll be there in a jippy!"
Without awaiting a reply, she hurries off. Shrugging, Rexus leads you to a back room holding a desk, table and a few chairs.
Marillo stares at the cup of coffee for a moment, before taking a sip. He smiles and with a contented sigh takes a second as he follows Rexus to a back room. First of all, it was nice to have the coffee. Such extravagances were often out of his limited budget, and he enjoyed any such opportunity to partake. But more importantly, in the last day and a half he had gotten his chest caved in (and magically healed), killed two men, nearly been mauled to death by a dog, fought actual devils, and had been swept up into the beginnings of a rebellion against the most powerful of Chelaxian houses. A small, quiet moment was greatly appreciated.