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That's an easy hit for Jack on the downed guy, while Canacha's shot goes wild. The two thugs in front of you attemps to stand up.
Red gets up and keeps his balance but pink standing on shaky legs looses his footing again and takes another dive.
Both provoke attacks on opportunity from Jack and Micheria.
Both misses.
Round 2: Bold may act
Meliora, Jack,
Chelish citizhen thug red (dmg 6) and pink (dmg 8),
Paullo, Lena, Micheria,
Chelish citizhen thug orange, green (dmg 1), and blue
Canacha
"That's interesting." Lena watches the thugs go up and down in the grease and laughs. She casts Bless on her party.
Jack doesn't hesitate and strikes again when the wounded loyalist stubbornly attempts to stand and continue fighting.
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Seeing her first opponent struggle Mic attempts to deliver a brutal kick to the ribs.
Mic moves though the grease as thougb it was not there attempting to make a clearer path for the others and lashes out at one of the thugs with an open palm strike.
"Gentlemen if you know of me or my family why not save yourselves some time and take off."
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Blue takes a swing as Micheria walks by him.
But misses do to him being knocked down, he then attempts to get up so he can hit her better.
He is not able to get his footing and falls before we even gets up. He provokes an attack of opportunity from Micheria do to her having had her turn.
Orange tries to return the favor of being hit by Micheria, and green wants to help his buddy with the most imminent threat to thier health.
They both misses.
Round 2+3: Bold may act
Meliora, Jack,
Chelish citizhen thug red (dmg 16) and pink (dmg 14),
Paullo, Lena, Micheria,
Chelish citizhen thug orange (dmg 5), green (dmg 1), and blue
Canacha
"Man these guys are pathetic! They cant even stay up on there feet!"
She began reloading.
"Im going to count to five, then Im going to put a hole the size of her fist in your chest mister."
She began pointing at the thug closest to the deadman walking (green thug intimidate check)
Paullo makes his way around the fight to go check on the "Noble" making his way around the streets. Luckily he knew a shortcut to get around the fight.
Jack stays where he is, accepting the cover the nearby wall provides even though it also thwarts his attacks on the loyalist.
"It's not too late to flee," he taunts the man . "Live to gang up on lone travelers another day, eh?"
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Meliora takes a moment to preen herself, pushing her bangs behind an ear with a hand as she beams, trying her best not to laugh.
She fails. Miserably. Lording it over people who were associated with that jerk Thrune is simply too much to resist.
"Aaaaaaahahahaha! That's what you deserve for picking the wrong side! Run away while you still can, Thrune-lovers!"
using the darkness in the alley as cover Paullo tries to stealthily move up to the prone bystander. checking him to see if he is ok.
sounds like they are not Thrune lovers by far. I wonder if they have any bounties on their heads? Well I'm sure they will soon enough if they keep fighting the CCG (Chelish Civilian group)
Lena switches out her longbow for her mace, and waits for a chance to move forward and attack. [i]This might be over soon enough. Mic seems to be good at this.[/ooc]
Paullo whispers in the Man's ear,"The names Paullo, what you use on the others. How long we got?"
Mic is getting fustrated with all this nonsense with street thugs.
"You my friend need to rethink your life, if you make it past today."
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Micherias hit knocks the air out of the orange and he goes down. Greens takes a withdraw cursing at you all for interfering and blue attempts to get up so he can also run away.
He stay down in the grease and can't really get on his feets.
Attack of opportunity if you like
Round 3+4: Bold may act
Meliora, Jack,
Chelish citizhen thug red (dmg 17) and pink (dmg 15),
Paullo, Lena, Micheria,
Chelish citizhen thug orange (dmg 5 nl 8), green (dmg 1), and blue
Canacha
Meliora gives the Ray of Frost thing to Blue another try.
:Thats right you ..you .. lilly livered mint hating stupid.... man! You better run!"
She called out after green as he ran away. She was certainly glad she didnt have to ... well actually shoot anyone again. this was for the better really.
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Meliora freezes the ass of the blue thug and he now looks a bit frosty.
--- End of combat ---
The man drinks a potion as he gets up. "I thank you for your aid. I've had my eyes on you since the protest started, but these streets are not safe this night. I have a proposal to talk with you all about, would you accompany me to a safe place close by? There is a bookstore around here that offers a discreet back-room policy and is a good place for a talk." He says gesturing out of the alley and towards the Aria Park you came from earliere.
Mic looks skeptically at the man for a moment but only shrugs. "Well folks do we take the man up on his offer? I will be honest, I am just getting loosened up but we might be better inside."
Jack, surprised to still be standing, takes a closer look at the man the thugs were beating, trying to see if he recognizes the man.
Meliora groans. Her antics had caught attention... something she figured and that had made sense in hindsight, yes, but also something that she hadn't expected and didn't exactly want. Stop acting crazy, Mel, it's not helping. This isn't helping. Zero percent of what you have done so far is helping.
Maaaaybe the total psycho laughter bit didn't help either.
And just maaaaaaybe she shouldn't have immediately taken to trying to grab the belongings of the guys who were lying on the ground.
"Uh..." She shoves a mace into her bag, eyes flickering from Mic to the man and back to Mic. "Sure, whatever. Sounds good. Just make sure we take these guys' stuff first. It's uh... a stupid tax. For getting in a fight with someone as magnificent and amazing as myself. Yes. Zeroth proclamation, 'anyone who fights a wizard gets their stuff stolen by said wizard and/or her entourage,' can't be helped, very sad, part of why we're overthrowing Thrune."
She gives an awkward laugh as she feels her stomach just twisting gently inside her gut. Yes, this is the best way to not come off as a crazy person.
"A-a-anyways, someone help me with this!"
"...part of why we're overthrowing Thrune."
The white-haired woman's words gave Jack pause. Was that what he was getting himself into? It seemed that way. And after seeing the new Lord-Mayor unleashing his goons and a hellhound on the protest crowd earlier...was there really any other choice?
Jack helps the woman loot the fallen men, thinking their gear could make for decent disguises at some point in the future.
"Does anyone have some rope or manacles?" he asks the others present. "We might want to incapacitate those fellows KO'd by our new friend's spell before they start stirring."
Paullo steps back watching, while the others talk. As man of few words Paullo much preferred to listen than to talk. while the others are going through the guards belongings Paullo watches down the alley for additional help.
at least the Kid isn't bloodthirsty... a she watches the swordsman search the bodies of the knocked out guards.
the wizard doesn't seem to be much more than a apprentice. With the spells she was using....
The one they called "mic" seems to know how to fight, that is good....
Not sure yet about the "gunslinger" ill have to watch her more...
"I would be honored, good sir to go with you to the bookstore." Paullo says to the noble. Paullo takes a look at the nobles garb. after all you might be my next patron... Paullo concentrates on the nobles clothing to see if he can determine anything, in addition he will try to sense motive on general (hunch) about the man.
No manacles sorry. I have rope." she pulls it out and hands it to Jack. "Here you go. Are there any saps?"
Lena studies the man. "Have you lived in Kintargo long? I'm looking for some people that have gone missing. Maybe we can help each other out. I'll go with you." Lena says quietly.
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There are 3 dead thugs and 4 unconcious, they all carry a red and black studded leather armor, light mace, manacles, a bronze Thrune pendant and 4 gold pieces.
Paullo doesn't think there is anything at mis here, the man seems honorable and is really looking for help. You think you might have seen the noble colors of his outfit before, but your memory doesn't serve you to remember which house it belongs to.
The man looks at Lena "Born and raised miss. But let's talk more at the bookstore, I don't think my magic are gonna hold those 4 for very much longer. And out here we are not save from prying eyes."
Mic listens as she gives the fallen men a once over. She grabs three pairs of manacles thinking they might come in useful at some point.
"Ooooh manacles... and three sets?"
She began with a very large grin torwards her brawling friend.... out of range for any physical retaliation of course. She wasnt one for well looting the dead really but at the same time, bullets... they were an expensive thing to make sometimes and black powder.. she didnt even want to think about that.
"What kind of books do they sell there? I dont think i've ever been."
She began taking a set of manacles herself, just to see how they worked.... and if she could improve on the design really. She frowned as he motioned sort of back torwards where they had just fled from.
"Oh yeah hey mister almost dead certainly lucky we arent looting you... perhaps next time maybe you dont rush in so fast? I mean It was awful nice and brave of you to help mister... uh... Hi, Im Canacha! nice to meet you all." [/b]
She added when she realized the only person whom really knew her was probably Mic. She seemed to be debating whom to offer her hand to first now that she had put the pistol away.
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The man leads you to the bookstore and inside asks the patron for the room he had reserved, as you come into a small back-room you notice a table with 4 chairs around it, along the wall you find more chairs stabled on top of each others. By the fireplace is a kettle hanging and you can smell the aroma of coffee coming from it. Once you are all in he closes the door behind you and gestures for you to sit down and rest a bit while he starts talking.
“Thank you again for that timely rescue. Truth is, our meeting was no coincidence. I followed you from the protest earlier today, but in the panic that erupted I lost track of your group. You proved yourselves to be people of uncommon skill, and I am a man of uncommon needs.
My name is Rexus Victocora, and until last week’s Night of Ashes, I was one of this city’s nobles. My parents’ estate burned to the ground that night—I escaped simply because I was studying at the Alabaster Academy during the fire. There were other fires that night, as you know—fires that many believe were started by Barzillai Thrune or his agents in an attempt to squash any spirit of rebellion Kintargo might have.
Now more than ever we need that spirit of rebellion to stay strong, but Thrune’s actions have driven into hiding those who would stay strong and resist. Those who could once rally the city to a cause, such as Lord-Mayor Jilia Bainilus and my parents, are missing at best, and are more likely dead. I cannot do this on my own, but with the aid of talented citizens such as yourselves, I have hope that we can.
Will you aid Kintargo? Will you save the city from the devil?”
Paullo collects all the pendants, before following. after Rexus's speech Paullo takes a bow and flourishes his hat, "I'm afraid I haven't met you before my names Paullo Ocella and I'm a investigator for hire. Where I don't mean to be one to bring this up, but what kind of pay would I be looking at? " Paullo shrugs off any stares or scoffs at his remarks.
not here to make any friends, a persons gotta eat. If these people agree to this I wonder if they know it could be their head on a pike..
"Well I." Meliora pauses overdramatically to put a hand to her chest and summon up her haughtiest look.
"I am Meliora C--aaah--" D'oh. Everyone was giving their full names and she nearly went along with it. "--ahh... Hm..." She coughs twice. "I guess one of those fires I saw that night was your house, huh. Sorry for your luck."
"Anyways! Meliora. Divination wizard extraordinaire. I owe Thrune for closing down the House of Satin Veils anyways." She produces a dagger, and looks for something to slam it dramatically into. Finding nothing on hand, she puts it away. "A-anyways, the point is that anything that gives me my revenge is something that I'm into."
mic waits until some of the others have made introductions before speaking up.
She does not extend her hand. "Saving a city is a big job and you come to a few who escaped a street fight? My family worked for families like yours for a long time and rarely are they this altruistic or un-cautious. What is your angle? Want to be the next ruler?"
Lena perks up when she hears that he might know something about the missing nobles.
My name is Lena Silas. I arrived in the city not long ago. I've been sent" she leans forward and whispers, "to find the Rose of Kintargo." then she leans back. "I'm here to help where I can. A rebellion could be just what I'm here for."
I hope this man knows something. Everyone I was sent to speak with has gone missing.
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Micheria knows the name but is not sure if your family had had dealings with them in the past.
Rexus looks to Micheria "A fair question but no I don't think I'm cut out to be a ruler. I simply want to return the power to the people, Kintargo used to elect it's rulers, but Thrune moved in and removed the last mayor to insert himself on the goverment of this region. I lived a life where just walking home by night could lead to me not being here, I don't want others to live like that." He turns to Lena "I'm sorry I don't know anythign about a rose of Kintargo, but I might if you agree to help make an inquiry about it into my network if you'd like."
"I will help you. Thank you for the offer of assistance with my search. You are the best lead I have so far. It's not much."
Lena studies the assembled group. This looks like a mostly competent group.
The brawler can take care of herself, and the fighter as well. That wizard and the gunslinger are a little too excitable, but should be all right. They are at least brave.
"Are you in? Do you have more concerns?" she asks the others.
"My name's Jack Duncloak," the fellow in brown says by way of introduction. "Thanks for having my back in the alley; I'm not usually that brave or stupid, but those Chelish Citizen thugs and their assaults on unarmed citizens...well, I guess my fuse was only so long. And Thrune's devil-woman unleashing a hellhound on the masses...."
He shakes his head in disbelief and more than a little anger.
Mic looks Jack and Paullo over, appraising there abilities as best she can.
"Jack, nice to meet you, looks like you could use a bit of healing?" [b]
[b] "I will do what I can, it's my city and my families before me."
Looking for a outlaw already? the Rose of Kintargo. that might be interesting.
Paullo listens to the group, not much of a talker. He is much more introspective.
"I will be glad to help where I can, however just so we are clear your talking treason right? If that's the case do you have a backup to leave town in case things go south."
Paullo lights up his pipe and takes his ease next to the exit of the room. then adds,
"As far as I heard unless you know more is that the mayor went missing do you have proof of Thrune getting rid of the last mayor?"
"When a wolf pounces on a sheep, the sheep goes missing. We all still know who got rid of it." Meliora cuts in glibly.
"Thrunes are all like that. Power hungry, hateful prats who take everything good from other people for themselves so that they can have whatever their black hearts desire. S'the same for all the Thrice-Damned Infernal Majestrix's kin. Only proof you need's that a Thrune's on the seat now."
A beat.
"Or so my mystic powers have told me. The word of a diviner's plenty good, right? R-right. Then it's settled."
"There are several of us who could use healing, but I'm afraid I don't have any healing spells prepared today. The goddess only gives me so many a day. I didn't expect to get into two fights before dinner."
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Rexus looks relieved that you have agreed to help him "If things goes south I do have a contact with connections to the Bellflower Network, but it is harder then ever to smuggle people out under the martial law.
My mother, Porcia, was a high-ranking member of a secret society called the Sacred Order of Archivists, a band of Iroran scholars dedicated to the protection and restoration of history. I've learned this the day after he Night of Ashes, when I was approached by a woman named Laria Longroad, who claimed to be one of his mother’s contacts. Surmise to say I was dubious of her claims at first, but once she showed me this letter written in my mother’s hand I was convinced she told the truth."
Rexus waits for all of you to read the note he presented you before he continues. "Laria spoke to my mother seven days ago, just after Lord-Mayor Bainilus vanished. At the time, Laria had thought she was overreacting, but when the my family estate burned down that night and Porcia went missing, Laria knew her friend had spoken the truth. She sought me out and delivered the message and coffer, along with her condolences and an offer to stay at her establishment, the Long Roads Coffeehouse, as long as I needed a place to sleep.
I like to share the content of my coffer with you as payment for now, in regards to healing I had arranged for six potions to share in case of an emergency." He says and produces six bottles of cure light wounds and long with the coffer which contains 150gp, a Victocora signet ring, a masterwork silver dagger, and a set of bracers of armor +1.
"A livery, huh..." Meliora worries her lip, thinking about the best way to proceed. It was a far sight better than only being able to focus on being upset, at any rate.
"The potions are nice and all, especially for emergencies... But, hey. How about we go to the stable the day after tomorrow? Maybe the day after that, depending on healing? We'll have someone watch it in the meanwhile, sure, to see if there's anyone inside... but we can save money by letting Lena prep some magic healing... save the potions for if she's down. I-it makes sense, right?"
"Oh man that sounds so cool secret hideouts and..."
The pale woman paused and removed her hat.
"Im sorry for your loss Mr. Rexus I get a little... well ahead of myself and excited. I suppose we could take our time but man it sounds so neat."
She began frowning at the potions.
"I uh... am allergic to most potions, its the uh... way the water inside attracts akali substances which holds the magics."
She flat out lied. It was scientific talk anyhow, most people she spoke with looked at her like she was speaking a foreign tongue when she started talking science.
"now silver raven masks...."
She mumbled to herself pulling out her abacus and stating to do calculations in the amount of ore needed for the design and crafting of such masks. No longer really paying attention to things
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Rexus considers Meliora's suggestion "It does make sense under normal circumstances, but with Thrune actively seeking members of secret soceities. He might learn about the livery and that it was used during the Chelish civil war as a base for the Silver Ravens. Common knowledge has removed mentions of them in the records, but Thrune have access to the unredacted dokuments, so he might get ahead of us. He would certainly take an interrest if someone was suddenly seen keeping a watch on the old livery."