Holding up her hands in defeat, Kethaera replied, "You have a point Tarnagius but still maybe Pylos could have bought you a new weapon pretending he was buying for himself. Like I said the market changes weekly. But now that I think about it, we will have to occasionally have to buy supplies. We could dress up like servants or mercenaries or even agents of Thrune for those times we have to go shopping."
This aged stable leans slightly to one side, its roof precariously propped up by aged wooden walls. The air reeks of stale urine. Broken desks, scuffed tables, and torn chairs crowd the thirteen horse stalls, all of which are covered with a healthy layer of dust. A grated-off alcove along the southeast wall seems to house the only relatively intact wares. Deep growls can be heard on the far side of the stable.
Fantastic. Probably just a stray dog, but still. Fantastic.
Tarnagius moves along the north edge of the stable, looking for the source of the growling.
Wiggling her nose and trying not to gag at the smell of stale and dried urine which most definitely carried a good bit of mold on it and at the large amounts of dust, Kethaera heard the growls.
"Uh oh. I'm not liking those growls. And here I thought it was going to be easy. Better be extra careful. What with the mayor's love of big dogs I'm not surprised that rabid dogs are roaming around the city."
She drew her sword, reading herself for battle while she also said a short prayer to Shelyn asking for aid.
If it is dogs, we might be able to scare them down with some posturin.
You hear as a flurry of barks and growls swarm you from the far end. One of the barks is especially deep and powerful. Showing themselves, two regular dogs and a fully grown bull mastiff defend their turf. They all look starved, and there is a menacing look in their eyes.
I got me some jerky, but I'm not gunna try hand feeden them.
I don't think the dottari will be interested in these ones. I don't suppose you have a poisoned apple to feed them, diva? Put them to sleep?
The half-elf looked at Tarnagius with a look of disbelief.
"What am I? A wicked witch!? Don't answer that question. And I don't have an apple on me, not even a nonpoisonous one. Not that it will do us any good. Maybe we should have looked for a back door. Of course the dogs could guarding that one too. Maybe we could lead some Dottari in here and let them take care of the dogs or let the dogs take care of them. And we sneak while the dogs are busy."
She meant the last parts as a joke and she would be greatly surprised if the others agreed with her.
"So what do we do? Find a back way in or fight through this pack? There's no telling though if the dogs have the run of the place."
The dogs are getting closer, ready to charge.
"Um anyone have any ideas? I don't think these dogs are the welcoming committee type!"
Kethaera prepares herself in case the pack of dogs rush them.
Jules looked about the wrecked livery and its new inhabitants with a somewhat indifferent look. He held his hand inside his jacket as he prepared a response for the charging animals.
They're too mad and mangy for the dottari.
Tarnagius runs forward and attacks the nearest one.
Pylos picks up a nearby stick to distract the dogs, but in throwing it he accidentally smacks one of them. They treat it as a hostile act, and charge forward.
Prepared Actions
1. Kethaera, Phillip
2. Dogs
3. Everyone Else
1. Kethaera enters total defense
2.
3. Dogs attack
At the sudden movement of the dogs, the party reacts quickly. Kethaera freezes in place to protect herself, while Jules throws a dagger at one of the dogs. Unfortunately, the dogs were too far to throw a dagger accurately at them. They lunge out at Tarnagius and Pillip, barking like crazy, and each tear a strip of flesh off with their bites. The mastiff also charges Tarnagius, but misses wildly. Good thing too, as that looked to be one heck of a ferocious bite. The first to react after this are Kethaera and Phillip.
Phillip curses as the dogs attacked. Dyeing by rabies is nto something I want happening. He clubs the dog. Bad dog! Play dead!
Tarnagius attacks the dog nearest him and then shifts into the stall he was standing next to.
Kethaera prepared herself ready to defend herself and the others.
She swung her blade at the closest dog.
Tarnagius attacks the dog nearest him and then shifts into the stall he was standing next to.
Phillip and Kethaera are first to react to the dog attack. Phillip tries to defend himself by swinging his club at the dog who just bit him. Unfortunately, the sudden attack has him off balance and he misses. Kethaera comes up behind to help him out, and although she doesn't deal too much of a wound, she still manages to slice the dog with the end of her blade.
In a completely blind rage, the dogs continue to snap at Tarnagius and Phillip. Tarnagius takes a glancing bite to the leg by the smaller dog, but his armor manages to protect him from the incredibly powerful bite of the mastiff. The other dog tries to snap at Phillip, but Kethaera's attack has fended him off for now.
1. Kethaera, Phillip
2. Dogs
3. Everyone Else
Tarnagius attacks the dog nearest him and then shifts into the stall he was standing next to.
I'd like to see.
I'd like to see.
Phillip whacks at the dog
Kethaera swung her sword again at the mongrel.
Jules stood his ground as there wasn't much room for him to get inside. Dogs. Of course there's dogs.
As Jules and Pylos both draw their weapons for a fight, Tarnagius starts getting serious. With a powerful swing of the borrowed axe, Tarnagius chops the dog right between the eyes, felling it instantly.
Shortly thereafter, Phillip and Pylos fall short on their attacks, but Kethaera slices once again. This time, she puts a fair bit more power into it, and thrusts the dog through the neck. It also falls to the group instantly, with little more than a yelp.
The mastiff is still focused on Tarnagius. So focused in fact, that he runs right past Pylos in order to attack.
The powerful canine rushes right past Pylos before he had time to react, and with it's powerful maw lunges at Tarnagius. As it leaps into the air, Tarnagius has just a split second to react. He turns his body slightly, just enough that the dog doesn't wrap his fangs around the man's neck, but instead gets his shoulder.
gurglegurglegurgle
Great the halfling thought as he maneuvered to strike. Now I'm going to be a dog treat.