"Alright, you asked for it!" Relas cries as he bounds around the nearby table and takes a swipe at the nearest ratfolk.
Pulling its self out from around Vael's neck and grumbling at her, Try doing something
Glaring at the pile of floating rocks, "This will only end in death."
Willing the magical warhammer into existence and placing it in front of the table the Jaskirri is behind. Yelling out,
Ravboom announces the intentions of the group as his weapon shouts a deafening retort within the rapidly emptying bar... and, leaping over tables, Relas reasserts the point with a powerful swipe of his claw...
...and whilst the injured ratperson, blood pooling on the floor beneath him, tries to hold the line against the onrushing group, the remaining gang members - ignoring Vael for now - rush the catperson. Jumping upon the tipped over table and dashing around the bar... these are seasoned fighters - prepared to fight dirty...
...surrounding her, the rodent-featured rogues slash terribly at her with savage looking blades - with a cry, the catperson falls and the gang members turn to look at Vael and her companions, "Thissss is not your businessss!!!'
Relas snarls his challenge to the group of ratfolk as he attempts to finish off his current foe!
The warhammer lashes out at the same ratfolk and Vael rushes forward with the intent to try and heal the Jaskirri.
The rearmost tables of the Weave Runner are suddenly illuminated with disorientating dusts...
...whilst Relas, despite his opponent being badly injured, cannot seem to land the killing blow. Fortunate then that Vael is there to smash at the ruffian with her summoned weapon - clubbing into the creature from behind, she downs the first of the ratfolk.
Oh no! That's not good! Claptrap yells as he sees the group of Ratfolk gang up on the Catwoman.
Rushing forward to get within range, Claptrap reaches out an empathetic hand and stabilizes her.
It wouldn't do anything to prevent the rest of the group from simply executing her, but at least she wouldn't bleed to death if they started to focus on us.
Rav steps over to the catfolk, guarding the downed woman until someone can see if she can be saved. He grins at the rat folk, and waves the rapier in his face and then fires at point blank range.
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Blekk moves up and drinks his mutagen, then quickly drinks an extract with his tail. His eyes bulge hugely as he does so, and he grimaces. "Oh god, that's so disgusting. Never tried this one before, holy crap. Tastes so bad...think I'm gonna...."
He barfs all over the table next to him, and wipes his mouth sheepishly. "Oh geez, sorry...that wasn't what it was supposed to do."
Then the barf coalesces into a swarm of spiders, and starts moving towards the ratfolk. Blekk blinks in surprise. "Huh. Okay then, guess that's an interesting result. Neato."
Even though Ravboom's pistol threatens to send one of the ratfolk crashing back into the tables, it fights on... stabbing at Ravboom with a brutally sharp blade. Vael also finds herself under attack...
...the blinded attacker however, drops to his knees and starts to crawl towards where he must believe the exit to be.
Rav grinds his teeth and lets go another volley
Blekk runs up to behind Claptrap, panting slightly. "Geez...gotta start working out more. Feel so slow. Hey, spiders! Go help Vael out!"
Somehow, despite not speaking Goblin, the spiders change course and make a beeline for the guy attacking Vael. They fall upon him like a tidal wave, biting him with their thousands of tiny, horrible spider teeth.
Deciding that he'd much rather not have a mouthful of spiders, Relas zigzags around the tables and comes bounding up to the ratfolk squaring off against Ravboom. "Leave Rav and his BoomGar alone!" he snarls as he snaps at the oversized rodent.
Ravboom's pistol shouts a loud retort, again easily hitting its target yet still not enough to encourage his foe to retreat... Relas, bounding forwards and over the gross mess of spiders that Blekk has vomited on to the floor, bites at the ratfolf - but cannot make contact with any exposed flesh...
Meanwhile, Blekk directs his grotesque puddle of arachnid spew to beneath one of the gang members... it bites and swarms up the legs of the appalled creature - who, distracted, fails to defend itself from Palomia's magic...
Finishing her run to the Jaskirri and putting her hand on the Jaskirri, ensuring that she will not die at least.
Vael's warhammer clubs one of the ratmen across its skull, sending it staggering backwards... but not ending it... and, hardly even noticing the effect of the summoned weapon, Vael continues her headlong dash towards the downed catperson...
...whilst the ratmen, apparently outclassed, continue to fight ineffectively against the group.
Rav grimaces, "DIE DIE DIE DIE!"
Relas continues biting and clawing at Rav's opponent, ready to show them just how nasty a cat can really be!
Looking around for something to do that will not end in blood. Grabbing the chair next to her and sliding it towards the ratfolk while focusing on manacles.
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Blekk scooches forward a bit and unleashes hell on the ratfolk. "Nobody hits Claptrap but me!"
This time, the group are ruthless in their ending of this chaotic brawl... Ravboom' gun sending his foe directly backwards into Relas' jaws and claws - badly injured, and smaller than the eidolon, it could only end one way... with the ratfolk sprawled unconscious beneath Relas. The other gang member is equally accursed with luck - falling to a combination of Vael's hammer and a ferocious assault from Blekk... momentarily, he is out cold...
...and when Vael immobilises the crawling, blinded ratfolk - flailing uselessly at the impromptu shackles that impede it so, the fight is over.
Grinning as the chair warps are wraps around the ratfolks ankles. Calling out to the rest of the group, "Move the unconscious rats to the other side of the room unless you want them to wake up with less injuries. And if you are injured you can come close to me."
Waiting until the ratfolks are moved unless someone objects. Kneeling down next to the Jaskirri before a small pulse of healing energy fills the area near Vael.
"Vael wait, please, thanks." Rav says, holding up a hand. He pulls a coil of rope out of his pack, and hands it to Blekk. "Blekk tie ratfolks to each other. Tie so hands around other ratfolk, like they hugging. Make harder get free."
Once the ratfolk are tied up, then he nods at Vael. "Ok, let loose now."
Blekk takes the rope, looks at it blankly, then shrugs and ties the ratfolk together the only way he knows how-by somehow tying himself to them as well. "Ow ow ow, tail's stuck. Can't see, Palo-tell me what it's stuck to, think it's tied in a knot somehow."
Blekk nods in thanks at Palo for untangling him, then takes a deep breath and actually takes his time with tying the guys up. He actually does it right this time.
Claptap pauses for a few solid seconds...
Finally he slowly asks Soooooooo..... We are allowed to kill rats? Is that acceptable human behavior Master? You know, I just dont get this whole "Humane" (Claptrap makes a gesture with his raised hands) concept, you are just going to have to point out the guys I am allowed to kill. a short pause... and point out the ones I am not allowed to kill! Preferably with the same signal, so I dont get confused!
Blekk! You DO care about me!
Once the fight is over, Claptrap rolls over to the fallen Catfolk and lays a grasper on her before rolling over to help Blekk tie up the ratfolk, lending a hand and making sure the ropes are extra tight.
"Is simple stupid, if it someone trying to kill someone you want to protect, is ok to kill them. If is you breaking into someone's base, to retrieve things they stole without killing people, then no kill if no have to. All depends on who is the aggressor." Rav explains succinctly.
Vael's burst of healing washes over the group, returning them to rude health as they slowly catch their breath... and start to secure the downed ratfolk. It isn't quite enough though to bring the target of their trip here, the Jaskirri, back to consciousness - although she does seem a lot less weak than when her bleeding was initially staunched.
The ratfolk, most of whom are out for the count, are dragged easily to a corner of the bar... and make no attempt to resist Blekk's enthusiastic attempts to bind them. Tying them securely, the goblin can't help but notice that their limbs seem to be contorting and stretching themselves somewhat... and that their pointed rodent features are relaxing to a more humanoid visage.
It is CL4P-TP's healing that finally rouses the catfolk bak to wakefulness, smeared in blood and obviously badly hurt, she still athletically jumps to her feet... and backing away from the group with blades brandished, "Who... who are you? You are not Skaadorn?"
Blekk's eyes slowly widen as the hamster wheel that is his brain starts to work. He backs up slowly from the ratfolk, as if unsure of whether or not he wants to be close to them. He swallows and speaks in a low voice. "Guys. Who got bit or scratched by these guys? Really, really hope they're just skinwalkers. Or else we're in a buttload of trouble."
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"Nobody get bit, Blekk, or scratched." He toes the short sword that cut him earlier. "Use weapons, see?" He turns to the catfolk. "Rav is Rav, Rav is not Skaadorn. Rav not sure who Skaadorn is. Rav came talk to Kay Tricks about things best not said in bar over bloody foes. That be Relas and his pet longshank Palo, in fight, best be between Palo and her target, safest place. That be Vael and Knick Knack..." He whispers in a stage whisper. "Best talk to Knick Knack, smarter of two, less confusing." He returns to normal speech tones, which are slightly less loud than his stage whisper. "That be Blekk, no mind him, insane." He doesn't introduce ClapTrap, obviously still upset with the tin can.
Blekk smiles toothily and waves idly at the catfolk before turning his attention back to the "ratfolk". "Hmm. So you didn't bite anyone...which would mean that you're not trying to infect people. Guess you're not were-rats." His eyes suddenly widen. "Unless...unless you're trying to go incognito because everyone knows that only were-creatures bite and claw people when they fight so that they can make more were-creatures! Trying to draw suspicion away in case you got caught! You ARE were-rats! HA!"
He beams at the others. "Okay, so what do we do with wererats then?"
"Kay-Tricks? I think that is me... it's pronounced Kaetrix - and I'm pretty glad you folks turned up when you did. Those scum were no doubt sent by Lomrick to warn me off of my investigations..." Steadying herself against one of the beaten up tables in the bar, "Rav, Palo, the rest of you... very pleased to meet you. Blekk, leave the skaadorn here... the local militia will deal with them as they see fit and I'd rather not be around to give statements, etc. We should make ourselves scarce... we can talk whilst we walk".
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"Well, you can, I can, Relas can. Not sure about Palo, she kind of a do one thing at a time kind of longshank." Rav respond, but is already heading toward the door, putting his reloaded BoomGar away in it's holster after spinning the cylinders with satisfaction. "Lomrick need kick in keester... to lodge powder horn in good and solid before lighting fuse." Stopping, Rav picks up a battered black hat that one of the Ratfolk had been wearing. "No need in jail. Blekk, make sure put the stuff they were carrying where you can find, we look at later, maybe find clue to where Lomrick be." He casts a knowing eye at the resident thief, knowing he picked their pockets clean while tying them up, likely why he got tangled up. Then he jams the new hat down on his head, grins with enough teeth to scare most folks silly, and heads out the door.
"No idea what you're talking about, Rav. Stealing, like killing random people, is bad." Blekk teases, his tail conspicuously shoving the last of the ratfolk's belongings into his backpack.
"Need to get myself a hat, that one looks cool as hell. Or a cape. Think I could pull off a cape, Palo?"
Frowning at Ravbooms attack on her intelligence. Ridiculous Forest Gnome." Her frown deepens at the looting. In suppose it is better that they not have it.
Looking over at the door, "Please lead the way."
Unlike Palo, Relas seems quite eager to chat even as the group beats a hasty retreat from the premises. "It's nice to meet you Kaetrix! It's kind of a long story but most of us aren't from around here and Lomrick has a lot to do with our being here in the first place, so that's why we're trying to track him down."
He pauses. "I guess maybe for revenge or something? I'm not really sure, I mean most everyone doesn't seem all that worried about trying to get back home anytime soon."
Blekk laughs. "Palo, I drink my magic out of little bottles, grow scales and claws, and puke spiders. Compared to me, you're way closer to a wizard. Can't use that as an excuse, friend."
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Blekk smiles. "Think you're missing the point though. You just kind of...have magic, right? Like, don't need to study or anything? Just boom-it's there? I mean, I had to WORK to get my drinks. The spider thing? Yeah, wasn't supposed to do that. Was supposed to make identical twin of me, and then we'd gang up on someone. Obviously...didn't exactly work out that way. Useful? Sure. But I had to experiment for like...six hours just to get there."
He kicks a small rock, hands in his pockets. "I dunno, any magic would be cool as hell if I could just pull it outta nowhere, I guess. Like, I'm constantly blowing myself up and giving myself tumors to just get a little further. You? You look at universe all nice and go 'Hey, can I do magic?' and universe actually says okay. So maybe you can't blow up things, or create bottomless pits that you then climb down and murder people in. At the end of the day, if we both get knocked out and sent someplace naked, you can still do stuff. Me? Kind of outta luck there."
He glances around, smirking devilishly. "Also, you're forgetting you have a massive murder cat made of magic. How do you overlook Relas? Geez Palo, sometimes think the magic mucks with your head like it does with mine..."