Both Bishop and Sheela push through the door as they begin to chase after the fleeing werewolf. Just as they begin their pursuit, Vilk tries to make his escape with a stunning leap across the crumbling bridge.
The lycanthrope easily jumps the gap in the bridge and continues on toward a small guard shed just outside of Ardis's docks.
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Luurg watches the wulfman make one heck of a leap "Whoa! You see dat? Good ting Luurg a MASTER of chases. All dem games wid gobbies gimme lotsa practices!" He takes off like an orc possessed, holding his tea kettle helmet on as he goes!
You Be Goblin Chief: You have spent so much time studying goblins that you fancy you could be their chief if you set your mind to it. Of course, all great chiefs are masters of the goblin games. As a free action, you can gain one of the benefits below for 3 rounds. When you use this boon, cross it off your Chronicle Sheet.
Goblin Dog Sprint: You're an adept runner of obstacle courses. You gain a +2 bonus on all checks made to overcome obstacles during a chase (Pathfinder RPG GameMastery Guide 232) as though your speed were 10 feet faster.
Luurg runs and lowers his shoulder into the again closed door "Why can't anyone leave dis door open for da others?"
After heading through the door Luurg quickly tries climbing up the wall for a shortcut! However one of the bricks comes loose in his hand and he loses his grip, falling short. "NOOOOO!"
Aiden and Marduk make significant progress catching up to Vilk. As the Pathfinders gain on him, the former Master of Blades looks back over his shoulder and lets out a low growl. "Not this time, you stooges of the Ten! I've waited too long to have my vengeance. I won't be stopped now!"
The Pathfinders continue to give chase, some of them struggling to overcome obstacles as they stretch themselves to move faster.
With some of the Pathfinders on his figurative tail, Vilk makes a run for it, trying to create some distance between his pursuers and himself. Somehow, he manages to throw the guards' attention off of himself as he sneaks around the back of their shed. As he moves past the guards, he suddenly accelerates and gets far from the Pathfinders.
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Luurg smiles and waves as Aiden flies up the wall ahead of him "No problem mang! See you up dare!"
Luurg looks around and easily spots the little path through the brambles Oooo secret way... Luurg's so clever! Oh dis ting real tight... gotta SQUUUUUEEEZZZEEE!
Luurg emerges on the other side, brambles all over his legs and a nest of baby birds on his head, it doesn't matter as he starts to catch back up! "Shhh quiet birdies else da wuffman hear us!"
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Another full round action!
Aiden takes a flying leap off the bridge and into the water. From the depths of his plunge, he sees a narrow channel and follows it. The channel flow suddenly accelerates and he is whisked past the guards. He swims through the muck and then pulls himself out just past the sinkhole. He can see Vilk just up ahead.
The chase continues as the Pathfinders continue to master many of the obstacles in their path. They are keeping close on the Mauler's heels, but can they catch him in time before he reaches Rutowski's estate and carries out his vengeance?
The Mauler desperately wants to escape, but the vessel that the beast inhabits is past his prime, and is unable to continue its all-out dash for vengeance. He thanks his lucky stars, then, when a large mob crosses in front of him, providing some cover for him to throw off his pursuers.
The city streets remain empty, and the full moon above provides dim illumination outdoors as the old wolfman hunches down on the cobblestones, panting from the chase and glaring with fiery red eyes. “So, you’re the lap dogs the Decemvirate sent to cull me? Pathetic. All of your cut throats will barely slake my thirst from our little run.” Low, feral growling can be heard coming from the shadows of a nearby alley. The Mauler grins, bearing ragged, yellow fangs. “How shall we do this, little ones?”
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Luurg stops a second and waves at the wulfman "We don't need ta fight mang. How 'bout we take a seat and have some tasty snacks?" He pulls a small pineapple off his bandoleer and takes a big bite, swallowing it down. You'd swear you see a ghostly pineapple start hovering in front of him for a moment when he does before it fades from view.
"I got some fresh herbs we picked in da woods here for you, mebe help you with dat 'hungry fer blood' ting in yer head? Udderwise we gonna hafta rumble, no need fer rumblin is dare?"
Luurg draws out his mithril dagger just in case, but doesn't threaten him with it.
Vilk’s eyes glow hot with rage as the half-orcs try to talk him down. ”Not befitting? Not BEFITTING?!” The little remnant of humanity that shone through in delaying his attack disappears as the Beast inside takes control. ”I’ll tell you what’s not befitting! It’s not befitting that traitorous slime like that so called judge and the half-elf whore should live here in comfort while I’m exiled to wander alone as a blade for hire! Well now they’ll pay. And you will too if you get in my way!”
Just as negotiations are beginning to break down, Aiden and Bishop arrive on the scene, ready to join the fray!
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By some miracle, Sheela falls out of the bushes nearby the side of a bridge. "Huh? How did I get on this side?" She looks around and mumbles "Thank you, grandmama" Before hurrying forward.
By now a crowd has formed, and she begins asking them what's going on. One gnome mentions that a pair of hairy wolves and a couple of half-orcs ran that away and are armed to the teeth! She waves them goodbye and bids a "thank you!" as she runs towards her allies.
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Bishop watches as the Vilk roars back his anger at the half orcs.
'Clearly I have arrived at an opportune time.'
"Vilk listen to your words. You are not thinking this through at all. You choose to be exiled. This place ended being your home when you joined the Society and good for it. Why would you choose to exist here when so much pain has come from it. Come back with us back to Absalom. We are not here to harm we are here to return you back to your true home. Forget your attachment with this past. Your knowledge as Master-of-Blades is invaluable. Come with us now."
”Fool! A wolf has no home! Only a territory to hunt in, and you’re in mine! Raaaooooo!!!” With a bone chilling howl, Vilk rushes forward to face the half-orca who had cornered him before he could kill his former lover. He pauses just a moment before attacking, however, to give his wolfhound companion, the final remaining member of his pack, a chance to come in to surround Luurg!
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Luurg frowns at the situation "Well den, if you dunna wanna give up den we just gonna hafta beat you up a bit and den you change yer mind ok?"
Luurg takes the queue from the wulfs and takes a step to the north and gives Marduk a head nod as he readies his mithril dagger to stab at the dog that came outta no where once Marduk flanks with him.
Luurg and Marduk quickly dispatch the wolfhound, while Aiden performs a rather flashy maneuver to blind the Midnight Mauler for at least a while.
As the werewolf begins pawing at his eyes, Sheela and Serge finally arrive on the scene!
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"What did I miss? WhatdidImiss?" Sheela pants and wheezes. "Oh! You haven't hurt him have you? Oh, poor thing!"
Sheela runs up behind Aiden and casts Charm Person on the Mauler. "Hey! We're your friends. Try to calm down. No more killing. Lord Rutowski weeps for you, wondering when you will be back to normal. Come with us so we can cure you of this malady."
”Oh he weeps, does he? Well when I get to him, he’ll be screaming for his own death by the end!”
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Bishop immediately takes advantage of Vilk's slow reaction to respond and throws a silver dagger towards his chest.
"Had to choose the harder way. Well retired Master-of-Blades let us see how your former Society has trained us!"
[dice=Thrown silver dagger]1d20+6
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[dice=sneak attack]2d6[dice=confirm]1d20+6
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Luurg, the ever pleasant orc with flawless dental higeine, coughs and sputters a bit at the cloud of dust kicked up by Aiden "Woah, great entrance mang!" He wipes some dusty booger from his nose, shaking his head in annoyance as he does.
He lets out a bellowing "OOOooooo" As he watches Bishop toss a dagger right past him into the wulfman. "Dang mang, you been practicin' wid dem tings!"
Bishop’s knife catches the Mauler in the chest, just as he snarls at Sheela for her attempt to charm him. He swipes the dirt from his eyes and uses his sword to stab with all he has at Luurg.
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Luurg smiles as the wicked slash bounces off his breastplate "Hey dare, I just got dis, don't get it all scratchy!" If Luurg just got that armor then... wow, he's like the Tasmanian Devil of sticky dirty!
Luurg takes a step to help surround the wulfman and same as before, waves Aiden to move to flank with him before he stabs with his shiny mithril dagger. "Just ready to gib up yet wuffy? I hope you like fruit n herb smoothies!"
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"... And that is how I learned to serve Ragathiel," a panting Serge calls, finally arriving on scene. He surveys it, and realizes no one has sustained injury. "It appears I fight with some of the Pathfinder Society's strongest and most resourceful. Well, let me assist either way. Foul wolf, let vengeance deliver you to where you belong!"
He charges ahead with his greatsword lined up with the wolf's body, a glint of Ragathiel's fire shining across his blade.
The Pathfinders surround the Mauler and bring him within an inch of his life with a serious of stabs, smites, and strikes. Still the werewolf stands, however, and he bares his fangs at his attackers as any cornered beast would.