Hell's Rebels or How to Overthrow A Thrune and Live to Tell the Tale

Game Master SilentSage

Felinder, on the other hand, wasn't as lucky. One good swing was all it took to turn him from a quick little bunny to a staggering sloth. Still, that coin must've had some good luck in it since a clean mace to the head could've done much more.

Felinder really felt the blow, and he barely remained conscious. But he quickly realized continuing to stand was going to invite another blow, and he didn't expect his luck to hold out, so...

"Buh... Just a little off the top. Keep the sideburns," he slurred out before dropping to the ground, feigning unconsciousness.

Lonnie is relived to find himself battling side by side with his childhood friend, perhaps selfishly so, but glad all the same. Feeling inspired by this he smiles and let's out a shout "FOR A FREE KINTARGO!" and as he does so a bright yellowish green aura begins to emanate around him. It feels, comfortable, to stand in. In contrast to the surprisingly more brutal strike he delivers to the villain.

Swinging her hefty shield, she catches the man's ribs with a loud crack. "You're a bit outnumbered. If you fall down spectacularly enough, you might even survive the chewing you'll get from your boss.", she suggests to the man with a grin.

The man bounded back with a grunt as he got hit in the ribs. Now, he was getting really injured and not enjoying it. "OW! That's it, b*tch. F*ck 'bringing them all to jail'! You are dead!" He threatened, intent on not holding back anymore and going for the kill.

"Buh... Just a little off the top. Keep the sideburns," he slurred out before dropping to the ground, feigning unconsciousness

When Felinder falls to the ground and puts on the act, the guy kinda thinks he's down and acquired his prey. "Heh... I'm in no rush to collect. Better just cuff him for later though..."

Lonnie is relived to find himself battling side by side with his childhood friend, perhaps selfishly so, but glad all the same. Feeling inspired by this he smiles and let's out a shout "FOR A FREE KINTARGO!" and as he does so a bright yellowish green aura begins to emanate around him. It feels, comfortable, to stand in. In contrast to the surprisingly more brutal strike he delivers to the villain.

While Lonnie's last strike was ok, this one hit him right where it hurt. The raging man's sap struck with such force, he managed to break the thug's nose in a single strike and potentially give the man a concussion. Needless to say, he was out for the count.

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The thug misses Arno so badly, he hit his own leg and growled in frustration. "GAH! How did I do more damage to me than you did?"

Protected by the Lord of Vengeneance.

Arno swings again with full force at the brute in front of him.
Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 8

Isabelle watches as chaos swirls around her looking for some way to stop, or at least mitigate, the fighting. Seeing a clump of group of people attacking each other she begins another spell.
Going to cast Sleep. Since it's a full round action it won't go off until next round.

Arno swings again with full force at the brute in front of him.

That swing seemed to do the trick. With the strength of Ragatheiel running through you, your blade manages to make its way through his defenses and slice into his chest, crushing the ribcage and slicing his heart. The villain had little time to recoil, given his hatred for Tasha at the moment, but coughed up blood as he dropped dead to the ground.

Meanwhile, as Lonnie made his way to aid Felinder, the zealot attacking Johann saw him through the crowd and took a swing as he passed, but the mace barely impacted his chain shirt.

Isabelle watches as chaos swirls around her looking for some way to stop, or at least mitigate, the fighting. Seeing a clump of group of people attacking each other she begins another spell.

Going to cast Sleep. Since it's a full round action it won't go off until next round.

Huh... I always assumed that when spells took a full round action to cast, they worked like a full round attack, going off that round, but just getting the one thing. Is that the way you're treating it the way it usually works?

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A spell that takes one round to cast is a full-round action. It comes into effect just before the beginning of your turn in the round after you began casting the spell. You then act normally after the spell is completed.

You're pretty sure you broke some teeth with that swing. Either way, he wasn't happy you rearranged his face a bit. "You're gonna pay for that, traitor!" He yelled as he took a swing for the inquisitor, barely missing the man.

"Thrune betrayed Kintargo's people. He's the traitor!" the dark-haired man roared back before taking another swing while the man was distracted by someone rushing by.

"Thrune betrayed Kintargo's people. He's the traitor!" the dark-haired man roared back before taking another swing while the man was distracted by someone rushing by.

You once again connect, batting his belly hard enough to bring him to his knees. Before he could muster the strength to rise, a few fellow protesters stepped on and over him, securing his knocked out status along with a bruised stomach.

Before the last remaining ruffian searched for his manacles, He saw the approach of both Lonnie and Johann. Thinking​ he was in for more of a fight, quickly switched targets and yelled to the crowd. "Hey! Can some loyal citizens get a bit of support here!?" Before moving up and missing Lonnie with his mace because he misjudged the distance.

As if to answer his call for aid, three dottari turned their attention to this unique set of people resisting arrest. Two in particular set their sights on Arno and Tasha, who had a corpse at their feet.

"Ugh... looks like we've got a murder on our hands..." stated a male dottari, unenthused about the situation.

"Filthy murderers! You will pay for the life you have taken... and for the paperwork we have to fill out because of this!” The angry female exclaimed as both them moved in to engage the hostiles while a third moves in to flank Lonnie.

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Consider I'm A. unarmed, and would provoke an attack of opportunity right back, B. prone, thus taking a -4 to my AC against said attack, C. incapable of doing more than 6 nonlethal damage if I rolled full damage on a critical, and D. one more good hit away from bleeding out my last on the streets of Kintargo, unloved and unmourned... yeah, that attack of opportunity ain't happening.

Felinder knew when the chips were against him. He lay as still as he could, playing the part of an unconscious corpse as long as it benefited him.

Tasha looks at Arno, mixed feelings washing over her face. Well, shit. Here goes peaceful..., she sighs, before deciding to take a step in front of the stranger. "He brought this on himself!", she shouts, swinging her weapons in a flurry against the anti-bureaucratical Cheliaxian, the shield piercing the Dottari's armour, as she readies to swing her sap to take the woman down.

Now next to the man that passed by, he saw another one of the thugs try to swipe at him... and one of the dottari come up next to them. While prepared to square off against the thugs, he was a bit less prepared for someone only doing their job, no matter how unreasonable the orders. Regardless, she would be his next target... after the thug started snoozing.

Lonnies mad rush to assist the man whome was seemingly knocked unconscious is meet some serious contention, but, as the two enemies move in to flank him Lonnie sidesteps out of the flank. Bringing his lucern down on top of the Dottari. "FOR THE PEOPLE YOU'VE KILLED HERE TODAY!"

The thug's body falls in front of Arno, chest opened by the cut of his sword. What have I done?

The dotarri advance on the citizens in his area. No, on me! Now I've done it.

Arno steps up, again instinctively, and apologizes to the capable woman in mail next to him, as he strikes at the dotarri in front of him.

Felinder knew when the chips were against him. He lay as still as he could, playing the part of an unconscious corpse as long as it benefited him.

Your act of playing possum seemed to be working. No one realized you were not a corpse, not even the frenzied crowd that was fighting and fleeing in terror.

Tasha looks at Arno, mixed feelings washing over her face. Well, s*!~. Here goes peaceful..., she sighs, before deciding to take a step in front of the stranger. "He brought this on himself!", she shouts, swinging her weapons in a flurry against the anti-bureaucratical Cheliaxian, the shield piercing the Dottari's armour, as she readies to swing her sap to take the woman down.

Whilst the shield managed to hit its mark, you suddenly stayed your sapping hand, the thought of helping killed someone and its implications made you feel sick to your stomach and got you out of a fighting mood.

Now next to the man that passed by, he saw another one of the thugs try to swipe at him... and one of the dottari come up next to them. While prepared to square off against the thugs, he was a bit less prepared for someone only doing their job, no matter how unreasonable the orders. Regardless, she would be his next target... after the thug started snoozing.

As you swing down upon the head to the ruffian, crowning him into unconsciousness with a single thwack, you unconsciously remember a move taught to you by your mentor. You loosen your grip on your weapon enough to let it slide through your fingers, re-gripping when it reached the bottom and swung with all your might at the dottari. She may have blocked it with her shield, but it still looked cool.

Lonnies mad rush to assist the man whom was seemingly knocked unconscious is meet some serious contention, but, as the two enemies move in to flank him Lonnie sidesteps out of the flank. Bringing his lucern down on top of the Dottari. "FOR THE PEOPLE YOU'VE KILLED HERE TODAY!"

While your opportune attack bounced off her armor, once you got distance back, you managed to imitate Johann's strike on the thug perfectly, the only difference being the presence of brain matter and skull fragments on the end of your hammer.

The thug's body falls in front of Arno, chest opened by the cut of his sword. What have I done?

The dotarri advance on the citizens in his area. No, on me! Now I've done it.

Arno steps up, again instinctively, and apologizes to the capable woman in mail next to him, as he strikes at the dotarri in front of him.

Your greatsword's swing feel short, a passerby interfering after being shoved by other fleeing members of the crowd. Either way, you felt that Ragathiel wasn't exactly pleased.

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Isabelle finishes her spell with a flourish "Somnum" she shouts.
Those within the cross will need to make a DC:14 will save or fall asleep.
If anyonw is still standing she will cast message and whisper in their ear "I suggest you leave now before you make a fatal mistake."
Diplomacy check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Isabelle finishes her spell with a flourish "Somnum" she shouts.

While the woman shook off the urge, the man had little resistance. Innevitably, despite it being a bad idea, he feel asleep in combat. Fighting was a drag anyway.

If anyone is still standing she will cast message and whisper in their ear "I suggest you leave now before you make a fatal mistake."

“Huh… sleepier than I thought if I'm hearing voices… stupid paperwork keeping me up...” The guard mumbled to herself thoughtlessly​ as she swung a much heavier mace at Tasha, bouncing it off her shield.

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Feeling confident that he'd managed to avoid the brunt of things, Felinder groggily rose to his feet, placing a hand on the shoulder of the man next to him to brace himself.

"Woo... Good job there, my burly compa..."

Felinder stopped short after realizing just who he was bracing against. He then put on the largest sh*t-eating grin his pounding head could manage.

"Afternoon, Inquisitor. Hope you're enjoying the riot as much as I am."

Move Action: Stand up

"FOR ALL OF THIS! I WILL END YOU HERE!" Lonnie barrels through the crowd, barely allowing the them to part in his wake as he charges the Dotarri threatening his friend. "KRAAAAH!"

"Just... go...", mutters Tasha, as her stomach churns, seeing both the fallen guards and Lonnie swinging and dealing death. I didn't come here today for this..., she thinks, as she sees the lucerne burst through the man's chest. She coughs, looking at the fight, and if any more people were under attack by the dotarri. "Let's go!", she shouts at everyone, spotting the standing up Felinder. Can't say I'm surprised seeing him here..., she thinks, as she steps over the corpses and the unconscious bodies. "Come on, let's not wait for their reinforcements!"

"FOR ALL OF THIS! I WILL END YOU HERE!" Lonnie barrels through the crowd, barely allowing the them to part in his wake as he charges the Dotarri threatening his friend. "KRAAAAH!"

As your charge forward, your aim was particularly true, piercing through the back of her neck, through the vertebrae, and out of her mouth. Despite the apparent brutality, it was a painless death. She's probably still gonna get a closed casket though.

With all real hostile elements near you out of the equation for the time, you feel a small sense of relief. None knew how long that would last, given the crowd's continued persistence to stay and fight or flee home, but at the very least, you had a few precious moments to take a breath and get ready for whatever happened next.

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Arno follows the armored woman's lead and ushers whoever he can to safety.
"Quicly now, folks. Let's not get carried away. The Lord-Mayor is not pleased. Let's not see lives needlessly wasted. Who's hurt? Come to me."

Johann's eyes widened as he saw the man he assisted crush the dottari's skull in a single downward stroke. While he understood that killing was sometimes necessary to protect the innocent and defend oneself, it didn't make him more comfortable with the idea. The guard was off to be judged in the Boneyard... while the angry man charged off to continue his murder spree. The inquisitor just stood there, too shocked to follow. But just when he thought the surprises were over...

"Woo... Good job there, my burly compa..."

By some cruel twist of fate, Johann seemed to inadvertently rescue the one man he hated almost as much as Thrune. He knew Felinder as an ambitious rat and con artist whose sticky hands were only matched by his greasy personality and silver tongue. He represented everything Johann hated about criminals... including their ability to escape punishment. Whenever Johann caught the rogue up to no good, he'd always managed to either talk his way out or slip away as if never there at all... and that was just when he'd caught him.

"Afternoon, Inquisitor. Hope you're enjoying the riot as much as I am."

"I'm not in the mood for your sass, Felinder." he growled back through gritted teeth. "Do us both a favor and make yourself scarce. You're at death's door and I have more important people to protect then you."

Lonnie seems to calm down as he fails to spot another immediate threat. The golden green color that enshrouded him as he battled fades, leaving behind a pale man, gasping for breath, holding a bloody long hammer with a mortified look on his face. "W-what just happened... Did I?" he stammers out in between breaths.

A single glance at his gore covered hammer is enough to make him gag. The brutalized body at his feet however, sends him over the edge. Lonnie falls too his knees and vomits.

Tasha looks at the blood covering the pavement in front of the opera. As Lonnie's innate... Weirdness. wore off, Tasha, still a bit woozy herself walked to him, putting a hand on his shoulder as he stared over the body. It's different. The occasional goblin attack is one thing... Weeks earlier, I could've been sitting with that guy in a bar, or..., she thinks, before shaking her head.

"We all did.", she says after a while, her usual upbeat tone uttering in depression. "But if we didn't, there'd be more unarmed people lying there instead." That's cold... but right, isn't it?, she questions herself, picking off the drying blood off the shield. "I'll be here if you want to talk, Lon.", she says, leaving the man to his thoughts.

Sheathing the sap, she moves to the sword-wielder, nodding. "You alright?", she asks, extending a gauntleted hand. "Tasha. Guard by profession, writer by calling.", she smiles darkly. "Good work, by the way. Not nice, but good.", she starts a conversation, as she hears a very familiar name. Oh, him too. What's a cold during a plague, as William would say., she rolls her eyes, muttering an apology and making her way towards Felinder and the guy undoubtedly rightfully shooing him away. Arno, feel free to have a small chat here! Just trying to get the party together.

"Ha! Felinder Zelix, future king of the underworld himself.", a sarcastic note leaves her smiling lips, before she sees the obviously wincing man. "I'm assuming the wounded ruse is a part of a master plan to lull them into a false sense of security?", she chuckles, before waving at Arno. "We got a wounded man over here!", she shouts, before turning to the conversation at hand. Should I go into another argument? Probably not. Will I? Absolutely.

"I take it you're familiar with Felinder, too? I'm convinced he's got a decent heart. In a pickle jar somewhere under a mattress, most likely." Tucking the sap back on her belt, she extends a hand. "Tasha Valenti. Pleased to meet you, wish it was in better circumstances.", she blurts out rapidly, before giving a look at the opera. "Think we should talk somewhere else? Tian-Xia comes to mind?"

"I'm not in the mood for your sass, Felinder." he growled back through gritted teeth. "Do us both a favor and make yourself scarce. You're at death's door and I have more important people to protect then you."

Felinder mockingly put a hand to his chest. "Why, Inquisitor, I'm shocked. Normally, you can't seem to get enough of chasing me, and yet here I am, and you're telling me to leave. I'm hurt, I truly am.

"Ha! Felinder Zelix, future king of the underworld himself.", a sarcastic note leaves her smiling lips, before she sees the obviously wincing man. "I'm assuming the wounded ruse is a part of a master plan to lull them into a false sense of security?"

Staggering slightly as he took his hand off of Johan, Felinder stepped forward. "Ah, the delightful Ms. Valenti. I think I may have your next major headline; Dashing Local Hero Nearly Slain Protecting The Innocent At Aria Park Riot. You like it? I think it has a certain ring to it."

"Tasha Valenti. Pleased to meet you, wish it was in better circumstances."

Felinder stood up as straight as he could. "Ms. Valenti, allow me to introduce Inquisitor Johann Sharpe. Stubborn as a mule, and sharpe as a marble. We go way back."

Johann! - After the rush of attackers and chaos...He better be fine.
After treating any nearby wounded, Arno looks around for Johann, and seeing him, moves toward him and the rakish looking fellow nearby.

Lonnie stands after Tasha consoles him, clearly not feeling any better about what he's done. Wiping his mouth clean of bile, he grabs his sap up from where he dropped it before following behind her.

I'm a murderer now, even if I did it too protect everyone, I still killed those people. I didn't have too. How am I gonna face Dad or Mom... how am I gonna face Grace. I told her I would come back, but I don't even know if I'm me anymore after that. Tears pool on the edge of Lonnie's eye's, though he is unable to wipe them away due to his armored forearms. "Damn." He says while looking at his gauntlets.

Seeing Felinder being propped up by Johann sends another pang of nausea through Lonnie. I didn't even stop too check on him. "I'm sorry. I didn't even stop to check on you, even after seeing them..." His gaze drifts to Felinder's gash. "I'm sorry."

"I tried to warn you. Isabelle whispers as the message spell is broken by the dotarri's death. Shaken by the sudden outburst of violence and it'even quicker cessation she stands alone in the eye of the storm as the crowds disperse, chased by the dottari and the thugs of the so call "Chelish Citizen's Group".
She is brought out her dark musing by the memory of Morgar being assaulted and arrested the the city guard. She looks around but is unable to find him.
Seeing one of the guards sound asleep because of her spell she goes over to the unconscious man and grabs his manacles. Taking his cuffs she places them about his wrists and then removes the key from his pouch "Not today, my friend. Sleep well." she says to him before tossing the key into the fountain.

"Ah, the delightful Ms. Valenti. I think I may have your next major headline; Dashing Local Hero Nearly Slain Protecting The Innocent At Aria Park Riot. You like it? I think it has a certain ring to it."

Tasha chuckles at Zelinder's jests. "Ooh, delightful. Do I owe you something for that information, or is this one free?", she jests back, before shaking her head. "I try to get the truth out there, Zelix, and at the very least you're not a local. Might put you in if you have the incentive to do some heroics later on, though.", she goads the man.

"Ms. Valenti, allow me to introduce Inquisitor Johann Sharpe. Stubborn as a mule, and sharpe as a marble. We go way back."

"My condolences on your choice of acquaintances, then, Inquisitor.", she smiles. "But as much as we all like to see him locked away and the key thrown away, he did help us here, and I'm sure he knows where we can hide out if and when the dottari come back.", she reasons, to turn around and see a woman tying together the guard who fell in front of her moments earlier. "Tying a guard by his own manacles... I'm sure there's some poetry to be found in that.", she waves.

Seeing everyone gathering around the spot, she looks once more at the opera. "So... I'm not looking to fight that woman when she walks out. Or Thrune's elite guard following her. I suggest we skedaddle?"

Felinder mockingly put a hand to his chest. "Why, Inquisitor, I'm shocked. Normally, you can't seem to get enough of chasing me, and yet here I am, and you're telling me to leave. I'm hurt, I truly am.

"The only thing that hurt you today was that well-deserved smack you seem to have gotten." the inquisitor replied. As per usual, the swindler wasn't taking the situation seriously, even with people dead or injured. His callousness only made Johann angrier... but before he could properly express that anger, someone new approached; a short brown-haired woman with a red coat and a sap who seemed to know the scoundrel on his shoulder. While hesitant of her, she seemed to match wits with Felinder, and the fact that she was using a nonlethal weapon put him at ease.

"I take it you're familiar with Felinder, too? I'm convinced he's got a decent heart. In a pickle jar somewhere under a mattress, most likely." Tucking the sap back on her belt, she extends a hand. "Tasha Valenti. Pleased to meet you, wish it was in better circumstances."

He let go of his quarterstaff and gave her hand a firm grip. Before he could reply, though...

Felinder stood up as straight as he could. "Ms. Valenti, allow me to introduce Inquisitor Johann Sharpe. Stubborn as a mule, and sharpe as a marble. We go way back."

Any other day, Johann wouldn't have let the insult get to him. But most days didn't involve riots and death, and the frustration was beginning to show; his hand gripped the quarterstaff tighter and his face was reddening in anger. Right now, he wanted to cripple the man and leave him for the dottari to claim... but his discipline kept him from doing anything rash.

"My condolences on your choice of acquaintances, then, Inquisitor.", she smiles. "But as much as we all like to see him locked away and the key thrown away, he did help us here, and I'm sure he knows where we can hide out if and when the dottari come back."

"I can assure you, Felinder didn't help anyone here. That requires a level of selflessness he isn't capable of." the dragon hunter replied coldly.

"So... I'm not looking to fight that woman when she walks out. Or Thrune's elite guard following her. I suggest we skedaddle?"

"Retreat sounds wise..." he sighs. "But we need to clear this crowd out, too. We can't convince them all to seek safety, but it might be worth trying."

Whilst all of you were catching your breaths, the crowd continued to run and fight for their lives. They did manage to turn the tide a bit, pushing up to the entrance of Barzallai’s abode. The turned into a bad idea with the sudden gout of flames burst forth, setting those too close ablaze. With the entryway​ cleared, at least fourteen figures rushed out of the building. Twelve were dottari, one was Nox, and the final creature was some wolf-looking dog with reddish-brown fur, white claws, and fiery red eyes. The creature panted as smoke and small licks of flames escaped from it's jaw, implying that it was the source of the flames.

“Good boy~” said Nox to the beast, scratching it behind it's ears. ”Ready to make some friends~?” She added as it stared barking wildly at the crowd.

As the beast came into view and flames were spewed, pretty much everyone in the crowd decided that enough was enough and it was time to bail. Those that could fled in droves while those who couldn't were ready to be arrested on the spot by the guards. This didn't exactly feel like a fight worth winning now.

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Seeing Felinder being propped up by Johann sends another pang of nausea through Lonnie. I didn't even stop too check on him. "I'm sorry. I didn't even stop to check on you, even after seeing them..." His gaze drifts to Felinder's gash. "I'm sorry."

Felinder gave Lonnie one of his rakish smiles. "No need to apologize, good sir. The bad guys are down, and I am very much alive, for which I assure you the whole world is thankful."

Tasha chuckles at Zelinder's jests. "Ooh, delightful. Do I owe you something for that information, or is this one free?"

"Consider this one a free donation to the art of reporting. Spreading the word of truth is its own reward."

"I try to get the truth out there, Zelix, and at the very least you're not a local. Might put you in if you have the incentive to do some heroics later on, though.", she goads the man.

Felinder put a hand to his chin. "Hmm... Good point. How about Handsome Worldly Gentleman Nearly Slain Defending Justice?

"I can assure you, Felinder didn't help anyone here. That requires a level of selflessness he isn't capable of."

Felinder gave a small mock gasp. "Why, Inquisitor, I am shocked! I played the distraction, taking one for the team in the name of truth, justice, and Chelaxian way. You should be clambering to give me a medal for that kind of heroism. Gold, preferably, not silver. I'm more of an autumn."

"So... I'm not looking to fight that woman when she walks out. Or Thrune's elite guard following her. I suggest we skedaddle?"

"Retreat sounds wise... But we need to clear this crowd out, too. We can't convince them all to seek safety, but it might be worth trying."

As the beast came into view and flames were spewed, pretty much everyone in the crowd decided that enough was enough and it was time to bail. Those that could fled in droves while those who couldn't were ready to be arrested on the spot by the guards. This didn't exactly feel like a fight worth winning now.

The arrival of the hellhound was the first thing to succesfully(if temporarily) break Felinder's smarmy grin. He didn't know what a hell hound was, but it didn't take a degree in alternate planar entities to know that a fire breathing doggy was bad news.

"I think Thrune's pet there is doing a fine job dispersing the crowd without us, Inquisitor. Perhaps we'd best do the same, eh?" Felinder blurted out before beginning to hustle away.

Move Action: Get the hell out of Dodge

Tasha shakes her head at Zelinder. "I'll take it, then.", she chuckles, before nodding at Johann with a smile. "Everyone! Time to go...", she shouts, just as the hound appears, belching hellfire at the people gathering at the door, as the crowd disperses. What the hells is that?, she thinks, just to hear Zelinder running for dear life. What a guy...

Looking around, and seeing most people fleeing for their lives, she nods at Johann. "Think Zelinder might have the right idea. Let's start legging it, I have an idea...", she shares, going back to Lonnie's side. "You ready, Lon?", she grins with the face of someone having a horrible idea.

"Huc te!", she shouts at the hellhound. "Quis morientes infernis perdunt catellus? Tu es!", she grins at the dog, waving her shield, the Infernal leaving her mouth as pristine and clear as the fiery language could be.

Turning to Lonnie, she draws her knife. "I think I might've grabbed its attention.", she grins. "Think it's time we run?"

"Come on, people. Move, move, move!" Arno shouts, ushering as many people as possible as he runs away from the scene.

Whatever direction Felinder is running.

Lonnie just stares at the beast, as it bursts through the doors bathing the protesters in fire. As Tasha sets her plan in motion all Lonnie does is follow along. Determined to, if nothing else, protect his friend. "Whatever you say Tasha. Let's get out of here.

Knowledge (Planes) to identify: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Before Johann could tell Felinder he'd remember what color to make his manacles, the dottari and the woman who took the knife to the throat returned with a fire-spewing Hell hound... whose fire breath was making his desires for the crowd's retreat come true in the most grisly way possible. He shouted "Hell hound! Flee for your lives!" to the rest of the crowd, hoping they get the message.

"I think Thrune's pet there is doing a fine job dispersing the crowd without us, Inquisitor. Perhaps we'd best do the same, eh?"

"Just shut up and run!" he replied, ready to follow before Tasha got his attention.

"Think Zelinder might have the right idea. Let's start legging it, I have an idea..."

"Whatever your plan is, make it quick." The inquisitor warned before charging off after Felinder.

Move Action: Strategic retreat from area

Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
The creature's identity is so tantalizingly familiar as the man next to her shouts a warning about the hell hound "Oh yeah." she thinks "that's what it is. Time to beat a hasty retreat." Putting thoughts to action she joins the rest of the crowd on the way out of the park. It just so happens she follows those others that stood up to the dottari and their pet thugs.

"I think Thrune's pet there is doing a fine job dispersing the crowd without us, Inquisitor. Perhaps we'd best do the same, eh?"

"Just shut up and run!" he replied, ready to follow before Tasha got his attention.

"Huc te!", she shouts at the hellhound. "Quis morientes infernis perdunt catellus? Tu es!", she grins at the dog, waving her shield, the Infernal leaving her mouth as pristine and clear as the fiery language could be.

Turning to Lonnie, she draws her knife. "I think I might've grabbed its attention.", she grins. "Think it's time we run?"

"Whatever you say Tasha. Let's get out of here.

"Come on, people. Move, move, move!" Arno shouts, ushering as many people as possible as he runs away from the scene.

The creature's identity is so tantalizingly familiar as the man next to her shouts a warning about the hell hound "Oh yeah." she thinks "that's what it is. Time to beat a hasty retreat." Putting thoughts to action she joins the rest of the crowd on the way out of the park. It just so happens she follows those others that stood up to the dottari and their pet thugs.

Whilst the hound may not have seemed fond of the comment, he was still a beast and seemed far too interested in the closer targets as it, along with the dottari and Nox, moved in to take care of the remains and catch anyone in the immediate area. They didn't get much further than the opera house, a lucky break for those who escaped, including the six of you who now find yourselves within the alleyways of Jarvis End, safely away from the hustle and bustle of the protest, yet still close enough to hear the sounds of minor conflict that remained in the area.

Felinder stopped his running, leaning over with hands on his knees as he took some deep breaths.

"That... that was quite the little raucous... Any... Anyone here have a bit of a pick me up? I'm afraid this gaping head wound is leaving me a tad under the weather."

Could we have saved more? And would it have helped, in the long run?Abadar's round precious objects, I wish I knew., Tasha thinks as she bends over, short of breath, leaning on the wall of the alleyway. "You should go get it cauterised. I'll fetch the devil dog.", Tasha replies to Felinder with a tired grin. Checking her bag to see if the ink vials haven't spilled everywhere, she points at the normal sized man with the abnormal sized sword. "I think... Arno, correct? You are able to mend wounds, correct?", she throws a glance at Arno. "And cause them, too. Flexibility is a good thing, wouldn't you say, Felinder? Especially of the moral variety."

Wiping off her sweaty forehead with a sleeve, she lets out a sigh. "Well, as the great Absalomian poet said, 'Now we done messed up, folk'", she says, her sarcastic smile returning to her face. "I wasn't imagining being involved in the murder of Thrune agents today. I try to keep that out for big holidays.", she continues, scrubbing blood off her shield, as her smile wanes. "And it's not the way forward. One bottle of Kyonin Orange says Thrune will use that to further his power and silence voices. And do something completely insane, while he's at it.", she shrugs.

Moving to Lonnie, she puts a hand on her friend's shoulder. I dragged him here, didn't I..., she thinks, obvious regret showing on her face. "Listen... Lon, sorry. For dragging you there." She looks to the side. "Not as sorry as some loyalists, granted.", she can't help but chuckle, before frowning. Tasteful jokes there, Valenti. High-brow humour."Well... whatever you're planning on doing, I'll be there for you. If the Hellknights come a-knocking, send them to my door.", she suggests. It is my fault, to a point.

Tasha's a bit lost at the moment, so I'll let one of the more insidiously seditious individuals propose where to go!

"I think... Arno, correct? You are able to mend wounds, correct?", she throws a glance at Arno. "And cause them, too. Flexibility is a good thing, wouldn't you say, Felinder? Especially of the moral variety."

Arno stares at Felinder. "Er, Felinder... How did you get hurt?"

Arno extends his hand to shake Felinder's. "My name is Arno Devarax. I'm sure I'm pleased to meet you," he says, unable to hide the sarcasm in his tone.

If Felinder shakes Arno's hand, he grips Felinder's hand firmly, casting Cure Light Wounds on Felinder, substituting out a Compel Hostility spell.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"If the Hellknights come a-knocking, send them to my door."

Well don't send them to mine. I went from wanting to be one, to being an enemy of one.

"Whew, that was...exciting." Isabelle pants as she pauses to catch her breath. She extends her hand to those around her "I'm afraid we haven't been properly introduced. My name's Isabelle, Isabelle d'Sarini." She smiles sweetly "Yes, those Sarini's. But don't worry my family's disowned me because I don't share the same...beliefs as they do." she explains "I'm on my own, to do as I wish and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Lonnie, seeming too have caught his breath from the fight. Takes Tasha's hand in his as she pats his shoulder, looking her in the eyes he says. "It's not your fault Tasha, I wasn't myself back there, what I did was something I can never forgive myself for But you had nothing to do with it. I need to find a way to deal with all the backlash on my own." Completely ignoring Tasha's joke, or rather repressing it, Lonnie turns his attention too Felinder and his wound. Which surprisingly closes slightly at Arno's touch. I need to learn too do that.

"We need a rest, especially you Felinder. I think we're safe for now and my place isn't to far from here, I don't think any of my neighbors would turn us in. We should make our way there. Lonnie say's this with genuine concern in his voice, and certainty in his neighbors kindness.

Johann sprinted as fast as he could, but his heavier armor could only take him so far before he had to stop and catch his breath. Luckily, he stopped close to both his new friend, his old one, and a few strangers (plus Felinder)

"That... that was quite the little raucous... Any... Anyone here have a bit of a pick me up? I'm afraid this gaping head wound is leaving me a tad under the weather."

"You should go get it cauterised. I'll fetch the devil dog. I think... Arno, correct? You are able to mend wounds, correct?" And cause them, too. Flexibility is a good thing, wouldn't you say, Felinder? Especially of the moral variety."

Arno stares at Felinder. "Er, Felinder... How did you get hurt?"

"Getting in over his head, more then likely." he replied before Felinder could. He made no objections when Arno went to heal him; He'd rather see the con artist behind bars then judged in Pharasma's courts before the living were done with him.

"Well, as the great Absalomian poet said, 'Now we done messed up, folk' I wasn't imagining being involved in the murder of Thrune agents today. I try to keep that out for big holidays." And it's not the way forward. One bottle of Kyonin Orange says Thrune will use that to further his power and silence voices. And do something completely insane, while he's at it.", she shrugs.

"If he did, I wouldn't be surprised..." Johann speaks up again. "The man's unstable... and still had support despite it. The dottari standing by him is understandable; whther they like it or not, it's their job to the enforce the law. But those miscreants in red..." he sighs. "They turned a blind eye to blatant murder"

While Tasha took an aside with the man he saw slice through the thugs and law enforcement alike, he turned his attention to the last member of their strange entourage.

"Whew, that was...exciting." Isabelle pants as she pauses to catch her breath. She extends her hand to those around her "I'm afraid we haven't been properly introduced. My name's Isabelle, Isabelle d'Sarini." She smiles sweetly "Yes, those Sarini's. But don't worry my family's disowned me because I don't share the same...beliefs as they do." she explains "I'm on my own, to do as I wish and I wouldn't have it any other way."

The brown-haired man set aside his weapon and carefully shook her hand. No reason to disregard manners because they were in a dirty backalley. "Standing up for your city and protecting its people shows a nobility all its own, Miss Isabelle. I'm Johann Sharpe."

Smiling sadly at Lonnie, she nods. "Well... Just...", she starts saying, before looking down. "Don't forget why you did what you did, though. It was defending the innocent." Not to mention, those people apparently could've lived with that. She pats Lonnie on the shoulder twice more, before nudging her head at the street. "Let's go, then. I wouldn't turn down your mom's cooking. Despite the possible head injuries."

"Yes, those Sarini's. But don't worry my family's disowned me because I don't share the same...beliefs as they do." she explains "I'm on my own, to do as I wish and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Raising an eyebrow as high as it can get, Tasha stares at the noblewoman for a bit, before a smile appears on her face. "If I'd met you yesterday at that time, I'd be kidnapping you for an interview.", she grins. "And good on you for doing your own thing. If I'd listened to my parents, I'd be playing a shrieking banshee in the Opera. Tasha Valenti. If you've heard of my last name... I admire your non-standard opera preferences.", she shrugs, before turning to Zelinder. "Hm. Zelinder. You got any ideas on how to evade the coming Thrune? I very much like my hair not set on fire by infernal hounds.", she asks the swindler. He's an ass, but we can use one like him right now.

Before you can journey off to your next location, Arno manages to hear a cry of pain, the sounds of minor, one-sided conflict, and some conversation from a nearby alleyway to the south.

After hearing the conflict in a nearby alleyway to the south, Arno motions everyone to silence.
"Quiet. I hear something. Couple Thruneys attacking, trying to kill someone. Not sure what the right thing to do here is but help or run, whatever we do, it should be quick."

If he killed someone, he's worthy of death right? But now, so am I.

Arno puts his hand on the hilt of his sword and prepares to run in either direction.

Isabelle listens to the commotion in the alleyway once it's been pointed out "Right or wrong, we can't leave someone to the "tender mercies" of the Thrune's, such as they are." so saying she moves to the mouth of the alley to assess the situation.

Tasha unsheathes her shield, nodding. Unsheathing her heavy shield, and drawing her sap, she moves in front of Isabelle with thundering footsteps. "I'd say we turn the tables on numbers here. Even for the sake of irony.", she says outloud. "Besides, if I was in there getting beaten up by Thrune agents, I'd question my rescuer's motives later. Not never, but definitely later.", she quips, venturing deeper.