As chaos erupts in the room in an instant, Jix does her best to remain calm under pressure and stick to the shadows for now. If she were to be caught in this state she certainly wouldn't last long. Still, as a surfeit of skunks began to appear in the room and let rip on the hapless thieves it was all she could do to stifle her laughter as she silently edged her way toward the chaos.
The room was still dark but the sound of battle carried. And that was his cue. Owl stepped out of the doorway momentarily and launched the stone far into the darkness to the other side of the warehouse, or as close as he could get. There is a deafening bang like a thunderclap as it hits the ground.
Irian immediately fells one of the thieves, his iron might too much for a someone who has spent their life avoid fights until now. The skunks move into position, letting loose a volley of sprays.
Both thugs immediately begin hacking and coughing, but the woman is able to grimace and bear out the worst of it.
Jinx manages to slink through the fight, each moment carefully chosen when eyes were diverted elsewhere.
Though the noise is surprising, the sudden blast must have been muffled by the boxes. The thug on the balcony, however, looks at his comrades, smile, and draw their shortsword.
"Strike from above!" he yells as he jumps off the catwalk and onto where they think an enemy may be. And all he fins is the remains of what might have been a rock.
The thug that Lia targets with her magic is somewhat conflicted as her arcane presence akes over his mind. He wants to help his new friend, but the rest of her group looks like they would kill him, especially that big fellow in the front.
"NO," he mouths back, and motions for her to come to him so he could help protecct her.
The rogues move around climbing ladders for one, moving into position for another, but really its the boss lady who takes center stage. Even with spittle dripping from her mouth, she pulls out a glass vial with two mixtures separated by a thin barrier. She grins, even through the disgusting smell, and throws.
[ooc]So green takes 11 damage, and purple takes 4 splash damage
Then come the crossbows.
The one in melee range of Irian seems unsure if he should attack the man, or flee, so prepares a full defense action.
Irian sharply sucked in his breath as a crossbow bolt appeared in his shield a few inches from his face, but otherwise kept his composure as the thieves fired down on him. If they were shooting at him, it meant that they weren't shooting at his companions, so he chalked that up as a win.
Braving the smelly onslaught of the skunks, the warrior moved into the large room, determined to bring down the other thief at the door so that he could proceed to move on towards the ranged combatants.
Two of the skunks vanish back to the celestial realm.
The remaining skunk sprays the woman again.
(Ranged Touch)
(Nauseated 4 rounds, then Sickened 4 minutes (or, if save (DC 11 Fort Save), then just Sickened 4 rounds)
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Seeing that Irian has taken out one of the bandits, Median slides into the warehouse behind him, moving off to the left with a dart in hand.
When Median sees the woman in front of her, she throws, hoping to get a lucky shot.
(if that hits)
Jix continously to press forward smirking as one thug went down in a spray of blood by the door. Just one more and she would be clear to the other room.
It was odd that she didn't recognize the other two but seeing Lia at least let her know that these folk were, for sure, on her side.
Seeing an opportune moment, Owl leaves the small room to find cover near some crates. From there he leans out just far enough to snipe one of the rogues before dodging back to cover.
Irian keeps up his guard and moves to inflict a large flesh wound on the next thief, but Lia intervenes, with just enough strength in her arms to divert his blow to a miss.
With such a display from a trusted friend, how could the rogue not trust Lia, and he quickly ducks inside, receives the instruction, ponders for a moment....but eventually nods and heads out.
Another blast of stink, but the alchemist is ready for it. Her eyes water, but she is only sickened.
Median's dart doesn't go quite on target and it hits the underside of the catwalk instead of the intended target.
No one is capable of seeing Jix in the fight currently. Slowly but surely, the ratfolk is inching towards her goal.
Owl makes his strike, shooting a bolt cleanly through the gaps of the stored goods and into the should of one of the rogues
The woman leaps down from the catwalk, and now in the window's moonlight you can see the clearly feral features that cover her face, and the claws she has rather than hands. She quickly strikes at the skunk, and then at Median in a flurry of natural attacks.
The rest of the band of thugs and thieves move into attack the party.
Median draws and swings her short sword.
Slinking along the darkest corners of the room, around the boxes while the thieves backs were turned Jix moved another few steps closer to her goal with all the stealth she could muster.
Irian blocked the feeble attempts to strike him with his shield, concern on his features as he saw the whatever-it-was leap down and start tearing into his priestess companion and a pet skunk. He was loath to leave his post and expose the sorceress to attack, though, so instead sought to bring the thugs down quickly.
Median tries to fend on this savage attacker, but while her skunks had been able to sow chaos, her sword swings don't have enough strength behind them.
Jix is able to slink, as one wayward glance by an enemy could cost her life.
Irian does good work as he musters a large amount of strength to fell the man in a singe blow.
A familiar confused look crosses over the man's face, but he keeps his guard up as he fights against Irian.
Given the havoc caused by the summoned creatures, the alchemist continues her fury on Median.
The remaining rouges do there best to fell the warrior, Irian.
Seeing the remaining rogue in front of him suddenly glance at Lia with a fawning expression, Irian took a chance and backed off from the thug, stepping over to help with the pressed Median. He swung his weapon at the creature attacking her, hoping to draw its ire.
This was not Owl's preferred engagement range but sometimes one couldn't be picky about things like that. Owl manages to dodge enough to avoid getting stabbed somewhere important. Instead of hi stomach the man gets his side...and maybe a kidney. Good thing he had two. He drops the bow and draws steel in retaliation.
After the rather ineffectual attacks. He takes a step back to get some space. If this went further south he could draw the man to Irian and let the better swordsman handle it.
Median, very hurt, tries to concentrate to cast defensively and heal herself and fails, losing her spell because of the pain.
Jix couldn't help but wince as she witnessed the cleric being torn apart by the woman-beast. It made her ad an extra spring to her step as she made her way out of the room. Skidding to a stop just beside Lia the young rogue gave a wink and a smirk at the friendly face before her. "'Ello Snowflake, love to catch up but seems we're a tad busy at the moment. Seen me crossbow by any chance?"
Irian swings his blade forcefully, but surprisingly his blow is thrown back by the alchemist's raw feral strength.
Owl does draw a bit of blood, but its clear that the intellectual is much more proficient at setting up engagements, and a battle of steel is swiftly pushing him back.
Median tries to provide healing, but the pain of the attack causes her to drop the spell.
The thug that Lia's enchanted hears her message, but frowns.
"I dunno, can't trust the guards here... Just stick with me and the boss and we'll be alright yeah?"
He doesn't move to attack or leave your side, but he isn't going to the guards.
[ooc]Caught another snafu, I accidentally did damage wrong on Median last round. The claw attacks would have been damage totaling to 4 damage rather than the 10. If that means your spell went off, please go ahead and follow through with that action.
The alchemist, wanting to make an example of the seemingly strongest warrior, lunges at Irian.
And then come the bolts.
The thug next to Owl moves forward to press his attack.
Irian's face betrayed his surprise as his sword is turned aside by the alchemist-creature, his poised demeanor not enough to keep a cry of pain escaping his lips as the thing managed to both bite and scratch him. The warrior was startled by another trio of bolts flying in at him, but blew a sigh of relief as his armor turned them all aside.
Gritting his teeth, he again swung at the creature that seemed to be leading the thieves, not eager to allow it to keep attacking him.
<--Miss
(leaves out the woman they are fighting and any other bad guys she can see that might be injured)
Jix shrugs at Lia's response and continues to look around for her items. Finally, her crossbow and gear catch her eyes and she gives a wicked smirk. It was finally time for her to get involved in the fight.
She quietly made her way over to her gear and grabbed her crossbow, bolts, and her master stealth tool then wound up the crossbow with a bolt, eager to jump into the fight as soon as she was done, these bastards were gonna pay for every scratch they gave her, by Calistria, they were gonna pay a hundred fold.
Another cut and another dodge. Yep. Time to disengage and look for another opportunity. Owl hops back and looks for an better place to do battle. His eyes alight on the second story catwalk. Then the ladder. That would do. He makes a feint to continue attacking and makes a break for the ladder.
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Irian's longsword crashes into the side of the transformed alchemist, and you think you may have heard something snap internally. She snarls at you, the pain of the blow drawing even more of her bestial nature.
Median manages to pull restorative energy together before releasing a pulse that washes over everyone in the area, but only healing her companions and herself.
Jix stealths so hard all her prior posts disappear, her alias is blank, and the DM is wondering when to run another recruitment for a rogue he thought he had.
The alchemist has a haze pass over her eyes, but she blinks it off and stares at Lia.
"What are you doing!?" she barks at the currently charmed thug. "Kill her!"
The thug in question, looks at Lia, a frown on his face. His blade is still drawn as you can see him subtly tighten his grip.
"Get out of here!" the thug whispers at Lia, come back when the boss cools off. He then feigns an attack at Lia, but his blow is so telegraphed that she is able to easily move out of the way.
Owl, realizing he needed to change the situation in order to gain the advantage, feints out his opponent and makes a break for the ladder.
The alchemist, realizing how large a threat Irian is, pours her attention in on him, and shouts to her minions.
"Fell the warrior! His comrades will soon follow!"
Even the rouge chasing Owl decides he has bigger fish to fry and joins in on the onslaught.
Median swings her short sword,
unfortunately missing.
Irian managed to interpose his shield between himself and the monstrous leader of the guild, the woman-thing not able to get her claws around his defenses. The warrior grit his teeth as she shouted out to her subordinates to kill him, preparing to feel some hurt. Surprisingly, between his armor and just sheer luck from moving about trying to evade the werebeast, he is left unscratched, for now. Thinking to take advantage of his good fortune, he pressed the attack on the alchemist, stepping to his right to allow Median a route of escape should she so choose.
As quiet as a mouse, Jix snuck back to the doorway, hugging the enterance to the other room and set her sights on the Thief on the second story nearest to Owl.
Her lips pulled back into a twisted sneer as steadI'd her shot and held on target. [bold]"This one's for gaggin' me you right prick."[/bold]
With that she squeeze the trigger and let the bolt fly.
Owl looked back down the ladder hoping to start poking his opponent in the eye. He was disappointed to see the man was now ignoring him and headed for Irian. That was fair honestly. He hadn't hurt the man much. Owl looked down the catwalk at the crossbowmen. That could work. He sneaks closer to the first one.
A bound series of attacks by the party as Jix's bolt hits a crate rather than an enemy, sending a burst of wooden shards scattered on the floor. Irian almost connects, but the alchemist is just able to duck his sword. Median tires her hand at the blade as well but finds her attack forced back by the sheer strength of the bestial alchemist.
"That f%*@in' rat got loose!"
"I got 'er, one bolt should be enough."
One of the rogues takes a shot at Jix while everyone else continues to try and beat down Irian.
"How does he keep deflecting our shots!?"
"He's a f+@$ing lunatic, he is!"
Lia, you can see the man mentally battling with his wits, trying to decide what to do.
"F-Fine." he finally decides. "But we're going to have a talk about this later."
And he scampers out the door.
Owl attempts to sneak up on one of the thieves on the catwalk, but then an errant step creaks the walk and alerts the nearest one. He smiles as he drops his crossbow and draws his shortsword.
Irian still seems okay, so Median swings her short sword again instead of channeling.
Apparently, she should have paid more attention when she was learning swordplay though.
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Again came the clatter of bolts around Irian and against his armor as he kept his focus on the rat-monster-thing, keeping his defenses up between the vicious looking claws and his person. After shoving aside her attacks, Irian counters, hoping for better luck this time around.
Thinking about it, the warrior decided he wanted to infuriate the guildmembers further by taunting them, purposefully missing with his swing and leaving himself open.
Jix hissed as the thief's bolt embedded itself in the wall directly beside her head. That was almost bad.
Frustrated with herself for how her over-eagerness caused her to miss the shot, Jix vowed vengeance. Staring her foe down with cold golden eyes for a moment before she suddenly shifted her body weight in a feint as though she were headed for more cover behind the door, only to roll to the opposite side of the door a stealthily as she could muster.
Owl back peddles a little as he realizes he's been found out. He holds up his hands in a defensive posture. "Now now. I know what your thinking. And you are absolutely right. So, change of plan." Instead of striking out at the man, Owl pulls an odd stick from his pack and strikes it on the the railing.
Then he tosses it right past the bandit and onto the crates in front of the snipers. It instantly begins to shoot out a billowing cloud of smoke that covers Irian.
Median keeps on with the melee route, but her bladework isn't as fabulous as her magic was, and her blows land much too lightly.
Irian doesn't far well either, though he is able to make the most of it and openly taunts the gang with a pretend display of ineptitude.
The bestial alchemist seems to lose focus on her face for a few moments, as her stance remains up, but she blanks out for a while.
Owl, exposed, decides to make the best of a poor situation and hopefully provide his comrades cover as he sets off a smokestick.
The f#@$ is that!?"
"C'mon! The boss needs us!"
Two of the shooters will jump from the catwalk, onto the shelves, and onto the ground floor as they move to intercept any help Irian may be getting from those hiding away in the room behind him.
Two more rogues move into position, trying to press Irian and Median into a corner.
Madian tries to hit the woman.
missing again.
Irian grimaced as one of the bolts actually managed to score a glancing hit on his cheek, drawing an angry red line across it. A couple of inches to the side, and he'd have it sprouting from his face. Time to stop messing around. As one of the thieves dropped down into striking distance, the warrior swung heavily at them, hoping to drop them before they could injure one of the less armored of his companions.
The warrior then turned his attention back to the leader of the guild, trying to bring the creature low once and for all.
Jix cursed and attempted another juking maneuver. Positioning herself on the opposite side of the doorway.
As the pain caused by latest attack to make it past Irian's defenses filters through the subtle telepathic bond she'd established with the man, Tish decides it's probably the right time to jump into the fray. Not that she had been spending the last couple of minutes hedging her bets by waiting to see if her companions could take out a fair number of the thieves first. That kind of calculated maneuver was the type of thing Owl might do, Tish figured. She was merely showing up fashionably late.
And so Tish sends out a little burst of psychic energy as she makes her way toward the sound of battle, activating the little trick she had planted in the warrior's mind and temporarily soothing his wounds.
Lia tries convincing the thieves that have pinned her and Jix against the wall.
"The f$$~ you talking about?" one thug says.
"You think she..." the other thug starts to say. The other thug nods.
"Yeah...I think she did."
Median tries the melee route but continues to not find any luck.
Irian, having been on the defensive for so long, sees his chance and lashes out with his blade holding it up like a rigid iron beam that the thug sinks himself into as he charges in unable to stop himself. Feeling the moment when is blade pierces the heart of the thug, Irian withdraws the blades flicking it to the side to rid it of the blood as the thug collapses.
Irian follows his quick kill with a strong slash at the alchemist, his blow almost felling her. You can see the blood in her mouth as she coughs, but hangs on just barely.
She smiles as you Irian, a smile that promises one of you won't be walking away from this.
...Yeah, Jix jumps to one side before rolling to another making use of her tail to even send a jostle to where she wanted people to think she's gone. Once out of sight, she slips back into the folds of the shadows she calls home.
Laetitia, back in the action activates her implanted trick in Irian mind, confident that her group wouldn't need an outside hand for a rescue later.
With the ratfolk gone, both thugs settle on their new target, Lia.
The remaining thug attacks Irian as does the Alchemist.
Jix's golden eyes widened as the room became thick with thieves and she tucked herself as deep into the shadows as possible while she watched them round on her compatriot.
Well, better her then me anyways, poor little Snowflake.
Even then the adrenaline was starting to pump her chest was rapidly heaving back and forth as she struggled to contain her emotion and load another round into her heavy crossbow, knowing full well Lia's life may depend on the next shot.
Median considers channeling but realizes that likely only Irian would benefit, and he looked a little ragged but not desperate yet, so she attacks the woman again instead.
Failing badly.
Feeling supremely confident in her group's impending victory (and her ability to emerge from the fight unscathed), Tish hums a jaunty tune in her head as she moves closer to the fighting, blithely ignorant of the dire situation some of her companions are in. Stepping out from behind the corner, Tish focuses her baleful glare at the first target she sees and fires a bolt at the man's back.
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Irian again was a relative flash of movement (it was hard to move quickly when you were the human equivalent of a steel-shelled tortoise), deflecting one set of claws with his shield and dodging the were-creature's nasty bite. He took the other set of claws across the face, the wound painful but more irritating than life-threatening. Growling, the swordsman again squared up with the beast, trying to bring it down for good.