Dante frowns. “Lugen did not mention Sydney to me at all. Glifdore?” The dwarf shakes his head.
Gray raised an eyebrow at Ziera, but held his mace in only a ready position, for now. Maybe the threat of her spider getting splattered all over the wall would draw the enchantress out. His eyes flit around to the others as they speak, adding his own opinion when it seemed they were silent for a minute.
"So it seems we have two objectives...this Dice Drem and Lady Rosalie. Both probably in attendance at the Ball later today. So how do we wish to approach this?"
"I don't know much about this Dice Drem," Antonio answered. "So if we could find out more that would be good. I don't expect to find anything too nailing on them, as anyone in their position would keep secrets as they are - secrets."
"Finding Sydney would be a priority, but with the Ball so close I don't think we'll have the time. The spider is our only lead, and Sydney is no doubt somewhere quite hidden. If we have the opportunity, perhaps a bit of magic could help, no?"
Find a way to hold that spider, and someone go invite Morgrim in here. He'll have more information if that's what is needed.
Gray nodded to Ziera and promptly left the room, looking for the well-connected dwarf. If and when he sees him, he makes eye contact and beckons Morgrim to join the group in the private room.
Gray’s face split into a wide grin at the prospect of the pending violence. The suffering such a beating would impart would be sweet to behold. But alas, such an activity might bring the Guard to this establishment, and the group could ill afford that. So he walked closer, calling out, ”Gentlemen! Surely hot blood is ruling the day, but we must let cooler heads prevail. I don’t know what this is about, but let’s discuss it like civilized men.”
Gray hoped he had spoken loud enough to be heard inside the room, but he couldn’t spare the time to go warm his comrades. His tone was warm, his words sweet, a well-practiced mask that he had learned to put people at ease.
Gray’s brow furrowed fiercely as he understood the presence of the magical silence, having enacted such a spell himself not long ago. Quickly, he re-entered the private room, addressing the others in a hurried tone. ”Magical silence out in the bar, and tgere’s An imminent fight. Do we flee or what?”
”Since you are suggesting the possibility of fleeing instead of staying locked away here, there is little chance that this fight doesn’t involve us. If it does involve us, it behooves us to deny our enemies any success in their actions, and therefore slip away, if possible. Is there a back way out of here, or perhaps a sideways,” he adds, eyeing the window (if there is one).
It seemed that the meeting was over. Ziera cast a regretful glance at the spider, but decided that now wasn't the time. Sydney had to make her own choice.
She glanced at Edmund and Gray. Flee if you want. See you at the party tonight. I'm going to go find out what is up.
Ziera quickly changed her clothing into a waitress uniform, and her hair color into something mundane and pulled back into a tail. Then she slipped out of the room to go see what was going on in the bar.
Antonio saw Ziera exit the room, and whispered to Gray. "How many are there?" Realizing his place, he added. "Not much I can do... if there's a silence, I can't even talk to them. I'd much rather join Edmund in an escape, if we can."
He turned to the others in the room. "What say you?"
Edmund puts out a hand for Ziera’s arm. ”You misunderstand me, my dear. I simply meant that if our enemies desired an encounter, we should deny them the opportunity. If you instead wish to take advantage of their plan to learn things for ourselves, then by all means. We are a group and we need to start doing things together if we are to succeed against the overwhelming odds we are facing.”
”If they are using magical silence, we need to neutralize it. I will scan for it’s magical signature and indicate to others where it is.”
He reaches a hand into an inside pocket of his coat, says a word, and a magical field of proct can I’ve force springs up around his body. He also casts detect magic. Finally, he taps his hat with his cane and illusory magic ripples from head to toe, transforming him into a younger man in servant’s attire similar to Ziera’s carrying an unlit candlestick instead of a cane.
Ziera, playing a frightened employee, looks scared and runs over to duck behind the bar.
Gray said to Antonio and the others, ”About ten. I suppose we ought to dative together, as Edmund suggests.” As Vince peeked out the door, Gray impatiently tapped his foot. He could wait for hours, days, or weeks when need be, but he felt trapped in the room. ”What is going on out there?”
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Edmund doesn’t have to fake being frightened, and instead of the bar, he bolts for the front door. Once outside, he loses himself in the crowd, casts invisibility on himself, then tries to move to where he can see the man on the silence stool through the doorway. When he’s clear of the silence, he casts create put underneath the stool. The guy on the stool might get a save, but the stool should fall 20 feet to the bottom of the pit, which maxes out the radius of the silence spell.
Still invisible, Edmund dashes back inside, standing just inside the doorway.
Edmund closes the door as a move action and as his standard, casts silent image. A dagger appears in the air, as if drawn by an invisible assailant, it stabs at the unarmed man, but naturally misses. DC 18 to disbelieve
Surprise Round:
Ziera yells GRAY!
Round One:
Ziera aims at the guy that is not in the pit that appears unarmed.
Gray bulled his way past Vince at Ziera's call, eyes narrowing in both anger and excitement at the chaos starting to sprout around the barroom. The inquisitor eagerly reached into his back, pulling out a vicious-looking length of chain with barbs sticking out of it and what could pass for a spearhead on the end. He started to swing it in slow arcs as he closed on the ruffians in the bar, grinning as he chanted softly to himself. A soft aura briefly surrounded him, then settled in as he eyes his opponents, deciding which one to strike first. He hoped at least some of them would see him and come to him to make his job easier.
Antonio exits the private room, taking his bag with him. He runs up the stairs, hoping to avoid the intruder's gazes. Hopefully, with the conflict, he will be ignored.
Entering an unoccupied room, he rapidly pulls his second outfit out of his bag, and begins to put it on. As he does so, he closes he tries to concentrate, embodying his other self.
Ziera is bleeding, but not down. She 5 foot steps back and then moves around the bartender to get a better shot at the unarmed man not in the pit.
Antonio struggles with his robes, hearing the sounds of battle. Of course, as he reminds himself, he has to focus. He must not enter as Antonio, but as the Avenger.
Gray grinned viciously at the chap in front of him, welcoming the coming fight. He saw his companions receive wounds, his excitement at their suffering clear if any could focus on anything more than survival. Oh, he hoped they won through, of course, but tasting the sweet ecstasy of torment could do wonders for the soul.
With that in mind, the inquisitor narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing a new gift that he must have acquired from his dark Lord in his missing memories. He called upon the power offered, then suddenly struck out at the man in front of him, swinging the chain around so that it wrapped about the man’s torso. Surely his armor blocked most of the painful onslaught, but the more he moved, the more the barbs sought the creases in the armor, gouging and biting into the bad guy before Gray wrenched the chain away.
Seeing that the unarmed guy is not fooled by the dagger, Edmund moves the illusory blade towards another attacked and stabs at the man’s face, just missing.
As his move action, he grabs the bar for the door and slams it into place.
Gray just grinned as the man beside him hit him with a deep cut. He then snarled at the man as he whipped the chain at him again, this time aiming to wrap up the man’s less protected face and extremities.
Ziera fires again at the magic user.
But her wounds distract her, and she fails miserably.
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Seeing that Ziera’s wounds were starting to pile up, Gray decided that the wizard would need to be dealt with. Discarding Zon-Kuthon’s blessing, for now, the inquisitor stepped away from his opponent, chanting a few words and then disappearing from view.
Ziera is seriously wounded, but fires again, trying to kill the magic user before he can cast a devastating spell on the whole room.
Edmund continues to distract bad guys with his illusion dagger as he quietly makes his way closer to the fray.