"I would send in some scouts first if I were them, what say some of us change into something inconspicuous and minge into the crowd?"
"Well thought Brenin, but Cayden's blessing is only strong for the first few minutes. We will need to be fairly close when I ask for it."
Seems like a good plan to me. Much better then yesterdays fight. At least here we know the lay of then land.
Lia's got a good idea in paying some street rats for some warning. I think people might be thinking we are a good bet now.
"Let's get this place secured. Let's lock up all the doors, stairways, offices, private dining areas and sleeping quarters. Let's keep the fight in the main area and not let anyone sneak into somewhere they don't need to be."
Early in the night Trystan disappears on one of his rounds. He emerges with a sack of house coin, swathed in a loose fitting cloak and a wide brimmed hat from the left behind pile. He takes a seat at one of the tables and pretends to drink fast and gamble faster.
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The crowd never really picks up as the night stretches on. A few sailors wander from table to table spending lightly. Nothing in the way of any real money tonight. The crowd is essentially dead before midnight, and Saul decides to close the doors. You have the place to yourselves.
"I guess that means they plan to wait until we're asleep to strike? I can't stand the waiting. Anybody up for a walk around the block?"
Lia loves the streets at night. They don't seem to smell as bad, and certainly look better in the dark. "I would love to take in the sights," Lia replies to Brenin. She was planning on sneaking around anyway, and he's proven a good man in a fight. "Maybe Kwava and his bird would like to join us."
Kwava agrees with the sentiment to extend the eyes to the streets. He pulls back a drawn curtain and looks out at the night.
"There's enough light to see well tonight. I can speak with Ganmede once a day, for a couple of minutes, and she can see quite a bit better than me. Perhaps leave a team to guard the house while others patrol? This place is huge - as you say, someone on the roof would be able to see very well tonight."
He pats his bow meaningfully.
"Maybe we don't split up completely, but I think Lia and I should stick to the shadows while the other three patrol in plain sight. It might give us an edge."
I offer Kwava my Spider Climb potion. "Might be useful to you up there on the roof."
Lia says to Brenin and Kwava, "Let's set up outside and see what we've got. Kwava takes the roof, Brenin, you can wander around like a bumpkin, and I'll stick close by. Let's go see what the night scares up for us." She disappears on the streets behind Brenin, but sticks close.
After sharpening and oiling the Raven's Blade, and spending the day in though of his loss of family and his gain in friends, Isegrim buffs his armour and wanders the floor listening to conversation and making small talk with the people wandering into the Goblin.
Well Trystan, I gather that leaves us here at the Goblin. I'm going to hang out by the window and hope that our friends come back before we leave. Sammy my girl look alive. I have a bad feeling trouble is coming for us. [ooc] perception is 13+1=14
Your plan goes into execution. Saul lights the Goblin up and he and Samaritha stay put in the Goblin's tankard. Hans and Beyar sit in the blinds by the locked front door waiting for your return, weapons in hand. The goblin statue makes a huge goblin-shaped shadow in the square out front as you take to the streets.
At the first corner, Kwava separates from the group.
"I'm just going to have a look around the roof. Ganmede's cry will be an emergency call if necessary." He raises the bird head-high and speaks elven to it.
It cocks its head, eying him for a moment before leaping into the night air. Kwava turns and scrambles up the side of the building. He slips over the roof-line and is out of sight.
The group continues as you described, circling the casino and growing grumpier as the damp evening grows later. Then suddenly your wait is at an end. You are paused outside the light on the northwest corner of the building when a pair of incautious shadows are spotted down the street. Peering in the gloom, you make out at least two dark forms headed your way.
Lia signals to Brenin that she is breaking off in an effort to get behind the men.
Brenin gives Lia a small head start then falls in behind her.
I wonder what happened to my man? I shrug my shoulders and head out after Brenin with a hey wait up wave of my hand.
The two figures advance slowly, allowing Lia and Brenin to take up an ambush position ahead of the rest of the party.
As Lia and Brenin wait for the two attackers to advance into the ambush, Lia's observant eye catches motion on the roof. Kwava has bent his bow, and as she watches, he fires down another street at an unseen enemy. There's a cry as the elf's shot finds its mark.
Brenin moves South down the side of the building towards Kwava then turns East behind the building back into the shadows looking for his targets. If he doesn't see anything, he'll continue South to the next building and work his way around the Eastern corner of it to get a better view South.
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Lia wants badly to get a piece of someone. She runs down the street hoping to get a jump on the bad guys, literally. She smiles at the sound of her feet on the pavement and the smell of adrenaline in the air. She takes a deep breath of rank city air as she heads off into the night.
I move to the corner and take out my wand. I wonder to myself if I am going to have any backup during this fight and decide possibly not and just hang off to the left out of sight.
Isegrim and Trystan stick close by Rees's side. Neither can see well out here, street lamps, moonlight and all. At the sound of the yelp down the street the attackers pick up their pace. They cross through the light of a street lamp, revealing themselves momentarily to everyone.
Lia sneaks around the building and comes up behind the two men as they pass her position.
Brenin's operating with the liability of limited human vision as well. His peer down the murky street yields nothing, so he separates from Lia and moves further south. As he pads down the deserted street he sees several shadows pass between him and a faint streetlamp that stands at the head of the square in front of the casino.
Brenin sticks tight to the building and moves through the darkness, bow at the ready waiting for one of them to step into the light.
Brenin realizes how exposed he is out here in the darkness with enemies all around, but he wants to put an end to this and tonight is the night. This smelly town is far from home and the goblin isn't anywhere he plans on staying for long, but he'll be damned if some thugs are going to take it from him.
"Let's see what you've got boys," he whispers.
At the moment that Brenin takes his shot, there's a cloaked shadow standing next to a burly one offering themselves as targets of opportunity. The latter is carrying a hafted, two-handed weapon of some kind.
Isegrim downs the potion of bull's strength and braces himself to charge out into the light-pool that the enemies are standing in.
Brenin takes aim at the cloaked shadow.
Brenin's shot plainly finds its mark as the hooded figure screeches in pain.
"Quiet!" the burly man grunts.
"You just move on to the door," the cloaked man gasps as he pulls away from the light that betrayed him to a second unseen archer. As if to emphasize the point, another of Kwava's arrows flies into the group drawing another shout.
Lia's turn. The street map we've been using now links to a battlemap for the ambush fight.
Okay, so Lia stands in the dark and twiddles her thumbs.
Trystan levels on the closer of the two thugs and fires.
Trystan's shot draws blood.
I go after the same guys as Trystan with my wand o' shocking grasp.
Part of the group moves on to the front doors of the Goblin, led by the cloaked chap.
Isegrim charges out into the lamp-lit street bellowing his challenge.
The rest of the party of southern attackers runs across the open square, taking another shot from Kwava before closing the distance. Brenin's out of targets.
Lia and her rapier sneak up behind one of the thugs. She stalks up behind him and tries to make him a woman.
Lia stabs the man in the nads from behind. He screams in an appropriate manner and spins to face the new threat.
"They're all over the place!" the man yells.
Trystan's turn.
Trystan runs forward to get a better shot, reloading along the way. He fires at the same thug he hit last time.
Faced with such bad odds, the raiders beat the retreat. The wounded man twists out of the reach of Lia's evil blade and hauls ass down the opposite alley. The second man turns to follow him, then pauses by the mouth of the alley, plainly torn.