Malik stands up from the edge of the building and moves to the next building, this time very much more carefully.
Reth moves forward taking his final sleep arrow from his quiver. Letting it fly it misses her by a couple of feet as his footing slips on the rooftop.
Atherton snarls as the custard hits him. "Keep it up darling, and we'll leave you to the mob's justice. Just. Hold. Still."
Don't worry about it, I'm just getting impatient in my old age.....Worried about Cal though...
Atherton snarls as the custard hits him. "Keep it up darling, and we'll leave you to the mob's justice. Just. Hold. Still."
True, *he* hasn't posted in two weeks, Kayos, since the 11th of Dec...
Ward carefully picks his way across the roof tops.
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Ward carefully picks his way across the roof tops.
Cal Obviously frustrated now, throws herself forward, running up a steep incline, she dodges elegantly as the tiles beneath her feet shift and clatter to the floor below, once over the apex roof, she storms forward, jumping from item to item over a whole building without actually touching the building itself, just the flotsam and jetsam that clutters it, and likely makes up peoples homes.....Landing near Trinia, she makes a jump to grab her, but falls way short, ending her sprint....
Acrobatics: 1d20+6=20, Acrobatics: 1d20+6=13, Grapple: 1d20+1=2
Malik tries to keep up with the running bard. He jumps to the next part of the roofs, tumbles through the crates packed on this part, but his speed is too high as to dodge everything for a second jump. He breaks before the roof ends, but doesn't see the others in the melee further on.
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Malik tries to keep up with the running bard. He jumps to the next part of the roofs, tumbles through the crates packed on this part, but his speed is too high as to dodge everything for a second jump. He breaks before the roof ends, but doesn't see the others in the melee further on.
[/ooc]Overtaking the ranger, nice![/ooc]
Trinia scowls at Ath, and seeing two targets close by throws a small tart at Cal, and takes off again, gaining the next roof...
Cal takes the tart in the face, and grins manically, but fails to succumb to the effects of the spell....
"Oh, for f+!@'s sake." Atherton growls, frustrated by the girl's evasion. Grabbing his crossbow from its strap at his belt, he hastily takes aim and fires at the fleeing woman, trying to land a bolt in one of her legs.
Reth moves to the next rooftop and scans it for his first arrow that missed.
Ward continues to traverse the roof tops with care.
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Reth finds his arrow intact.
Cal suddenly stops, hands on hips, managing to pant and pout at the same time, giving a stunning silhouette. As she gets her breath back, she begins to sing, softly at first, and exquisitely sweetly...
Finding the arrow intact almost does Reth in as he is nearly asleep before he realizes what is happening, Oh-no you don't! Not again! He shakes his head and clears it of the cobwebs pleased to see the fleeing figure drop ahead.
Atherton stumbles a little as the simple lullaby washes over him, his strides become slow and his vision a bit unfocused. Looking back he sees Cal singing that song he remembers so well. "Son of a b*@*@." he says softly, falling to the cobbled rooftop.
Reth spies his second arrow on the next rooftop and seeing that it's still in one piece, quickly grabs it. He kicks Ath awake on the way by. Looking down at Ath as he stirs he holds out a hand, "Come on, we have got to get her out of here fast." Looking away, Reth scans the sky looking for hippogryphs taking notice. Reaching the prone form of Trinia he disarms her quickly and takes her spell components away, "Ward? You think you can carry her down from here?" Asking Ath for his rope, Reth binds her hands and feet securely and then takes off his cloak to disguise her as she is carried by wrapping her in it. "Let's move."
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Ok, Reth securely ties Trinia easily enough, after a few minutes she wakes up, still on the rooftops.
"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?!? Let me go, right now!" The small blond shouts.
In the distance, Reth spots a Hippogryph rider circling the rooftops, heading closer this way in each sweep...
"They'll spot us, soon. Better get her behind these crates, so we can properly 'speak' to her." Then he turns back to the bound blond. "Or do you want us to give you to them?"
"They'll spot us, soon. Better get her behind these crates, so we can properly 'speak' to her." Then he turns back to the bound blond. "Or do you want us to give you to them?"
Reth, looks toward Malik, "Let's get her to the Field Marshall. There will be plenty of time for questions then. The longer we stay out here the more likely it becomes the Hellknights or Grey Maidens will catch up with us."
Atherton grunts, stumbling to his feet. "Yes. Lets get her to the Marshall." he says, his patience clearly wearing thin. "I want to get this damned job over with."
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Atherton grunts, stumbling to his feet. "Yes. Lets get her to the Marshall." he says, his patience clearly wearing thin. "I want to get this damned job over with."
"Hey, hey, hey. first you threaten to leave me to the sable company, now you are talking about talking me to the head of the guard? Which is worse? or better? just let me go, and I'll sort my self out. And who decided you could come after me anyway?"
"Not the time for this discussion miss," Ward' scans the area for anything with a decent overhang preferably in an area that won't allow a lateral view either.
1d20+2=20 for perception.
Atherton grunts, stumbling to his feet. "Yes. Lets get her to the Marshall." he says, his patience clearly wearing thin. "I want to get this damned job over with.""Hey, hey, hey. first you threaten to leave me to the sable company, now you are talking about talking me to the head of the guard? Which is worse? or better? just let me go, and I'll sort my self out. And who decided you could come after me anyway?"
Reth glances over to Trinia, "The field Marshall is interested in justice. She doesn't think you will receive it at the hands of lynch mobs, the Hellknights, or the Grey Maidens. Now be quiet lest you summon the very attention you were trying to avoid."
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Reth glances over to Trinia, "The field Marshall is interested in justice. She doesn't think you will receive it at the hands of lynch mobs, the Hellknights, or the Grey Maidens. Now be quiet lest you summon the very attention you were trying to avoid."
Trinia looks chastened, and still a little angry, but she submits, finally, and stays quiet. The way down should be easy enough, with help from Ath, but with her bound could be a little interesting, that will take a DC25 Dex/Str check, with assists allowed.
Reth glances over to Trinia, "The field Marshall is interested in justice. She doesn't think you will receive it at the hands of lynch mobs, the Hellknights, or the Grey Maidens. Now be quiet lest you summon the very attention you were trying to avoid."Trinia looks chastened, and still a little angry, but she submits, finally, and stays quiet. The way down should be easy enough, with help from Ath, but with her bound could be a little interesting, that will take a DC25 Dex/Str check, with assists allowed.
Reth is absolutely no help. Strength check: 1d20+2=5
strength check 10
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strength check 10
Ath finds the group a relatively safe route from on high back to the street level, and by this time, you have overtaken the crowds and different groups, so long as you don't dawdle, she should be safe from here on out.
Trinia does take a few bumps and scrapes on the way down, being unable to walk and all, and makes sure you all know she won't ever forget a one of them. Her left eye is swelling quite lividly by the time you finally stand her upright again.
As you stand at the dark end of the alley way you appeared at ground level on, a small shape begins to make itself clear from the shadows, and resolves into that of a middle aged halfling man. As he nears, he salutes you in the manner of the Korvosan Guard, and indeed, wears the uniform of that type.
"Greetings, I see you have found the girl the Field Marshall wants us to keep safe. It is my honour to be the one closest to you at this juncture. I have orders to take the girl to a safe house not far from here, and from there we shall smuggle her first into an area less likely to be searched, and then out of the city proper, to a small farm some way south, until it is safe for her to return."
He cocks his head to one side, as though assessing that you have understood, and then, looking more closely at Trinia, says "Oh, my dear, you have been hurt in the escape. I will see that your injuries are tended, while your esteemed rescuers make their way to the Field Marshall to inform her of their success, and no doubt, claim some small reward."
Turning to Reth, who appears the leader, with his cleaner uniform, and straight back, he says "Please, if you could untie our guest?"
Sense motive: 1d20=15
Saluting the halfling, "If I could get your name for the report to the Field Marshall?" Reth then turns toward Ward, "If you would let our guest down I'm sure she is anxious about gettin to walk places once again. Cal, would you perhaps be kind enough to tend to her wounds?" After giving Trinia a moment to sort herself out, "I apologize for the rough treatment. I think from here on out you will find it more to your likin. May Desna smile upon you." He gives her his best dashing smile.
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Saluting the halfling, "If I could get your name for the report to the Field Marshall?" Reth then turns toward Ward, "If you would let our guest down I'm sure she is anxious about gettin to walk places once again. Cal, would you perhaps be kind enough to tend to her wounds?" After giving Trinia a moment to sort herself out, "I apologize for the rough treatment. I think from here on out you will find it more to your likin. May Desna smile upon you." He gives her his best dashing smile.
"My name is Higgs, Mr Higgs, thank you sir." Turning to Trinia as she is loosed off, "I do apologise on behalf of the guard, this must have been a most traumatic experience for you, and I am sad to say, it will probably remain so for just a little while longer. Once we have you out of the city though, you will be safe and sound." Meanwhile, Ward puts the girl down and slashes through her knots, freeing her in an instant, he keeps a loose grip for just a moment though, to ensure she doesn't run again. Cal gives Reth an angry stare, then turning to Trinisa shrugs and says "Sorry, this is the only way it works..." before planting a kiss on Trinia's cheek. With that, she turns again, and storms a little away from the group, and Reth in particular, and begins tending to herself.
With a rather started look at this behaviour, Mr Higgs again takes control, "Well now, everything seems in order, if somewhat unconventionally. The field Marshall has requested that you make an appearance at the Citadel as soon as is possible, so that she can thank you, and learn the details of your brave rescue. Now, if you would kindly all avert your eyes, I will whisk this little one away. Come with me my dear?"
Trinia grins, turns and takes the small man's hand, as they begin walking down the alleyway, shadows envelop them, until suddenly, between one step and the next. They disappear.
Cal gives Reth an angry stare, then turning to Trinisa shrugs and says "Sorry, this is the only way it works..." before planting a kiss on Trinia's cheek. With that, she turns again, and storms a little away from the group, and Reth in particular, and begins tending to herself.
Reth's arches a quizzical eyebrow and a sly smile crosses his face, "That's not something you see everyday." Even though he is looking down the alley to where Trinia just disappeared you sense that is not what he is refering too. Raising his voice, "Well, I suppose we should go see the Field Marshall." Nudging Malik as he begins walking toward the citadel, "See. All you have to do is get yourself banged up a bit more for her to take notice."
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Cal gives Reth an angry stare, then turning to Trinisa shrugs and says "Sorry, this is the only way it works..." before planting a kiss on Trinia's cheek. With that, she turns again, and storms a little away from the group, and Reth in particular, and begins tending to herself.
Reth's arches a quizzical eyebrow and a sly smile crosses his face, "That's not something you see everyday." Even though he is looking down the alley to where Trinia just disappeared you sense that is not what he is refering too. Raising his voice, "Well, I suppose we should go see the Field Marshall." Nudging Malik as he begins walking toward the citadel, "See. All you have to do is get yourself banged up a bit more for her to take notice."
Being now on the outside of the competing mobs, and not having a small blond girl with them any longer, the group makes their way back to the citadel of the guard.
It's been a long day since you left the Maidens, and their ominous boxes this morning, despite the short time that's actually elapsed. Now it nears midday as you approach the castle.
You are recognised at the gate, and allowed right into the main building, left by your escort to sit in an anti-chamber while he enters the field Marshall's office to announce you.
As you enter, the Field Marshall stand, and comes to great you, leaving a tall, rail thin Shoanti figure, greying at his temples, stood before her desk, he turns to follow the conversation, but remains silent. "My friends, what news of the girl? You did get her to safety I presume?"
Ward:
As you enter, the Field Marshall stand, and comes to great you, leaving a tall, rail thin Shoanti figure, greying at his temples, stood before her desk, he turns to follow the conversation, but remains silent. "My friends, what news of the girl? You did get her to safety I presume?"
Hesitating for a moment at giving his report in front of this strange Shoanti Reth then salutes the Field Marshall smartly, "The girl was indeed found and turned safely over to the halflin Mr. Higgs whom you sent to meet us." Still feeling uneasy about this new Shoanti, Don't give too much away Reth.
Atherton walks behind Reth and the others as they make their way to the citadel, remaining silent. He listens idly while Reth speaks to the marshal, wiping a bit of blood and grime away from the scrapes and scratches on his face. 'Damnable song. Just what I needed to hear.