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"Wait! Wait!" The elf shouts as he catches up to the group to their current location, before the inn. He breaths steadily to control his panting...
He holds up a hand as Tereze glances his way before rising and adjusting his cloths, seemingly a mess.
"Okay... So you want someone seduced?" He looks to the group.
"A client of my own was a little more veracious then usual."
It's obvious Ery doesn't know the game plan.
The Second Chance is in the midst of a frenzied, grit-induced brawl. Next to the bar a thick scowling Keleshite grips a bloody scimitar in one fist, blocking one of the den’s rear doors. At his feet lies a fresh corpse, blood slowly seeping into the floor boards from the dead man’s slashing wounds. An unconscious body lies in a corner in the back. A skinny, one-eyed retch in tattered clothing, and perches atop a wobbling table at the center of the room, frantically kicking at several drugged-out thugs who try to pull him off.
There are other combatants who seem to fight one another just for the thrill of the brawl, and scattered about the room is a variety of junkies in various states of hallucination, sprawled on the floor, or draped across their chairs. They seem completely unaware of the melee raging about them.
"Yes?!" the man on the table responds panicky. "I don't know what you want, but mind helping me out here?!"
Fredrik dodges the hand of one of the men, who just tried to grab hold of him. One of the other men stops harassing Fredrik and takes a look at Tereze. The scimitar wielding man next to the corpse's also looking at her, quietly.
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Tereze Casts a spell and then holds out her hand.
Grab my hand if you want to escape.
If he grabs her hand she bestows a second sanctuary on Fredric, and then attempts to get them both out of there.
If anyone tries to close on the pair, Tereze yells to the other Pathfinders:
Are you just zere to look pretty?
Two of the three men surrounding the table don't seem to be affected by the sanctuary spell cast on Fredrik. They continue their attempts to pull Fredrik off the table, and Fredrik doesn't seem eager to grab Tereze's hand and get off it. The third man looks constipated as he tries to will himself to attack Fredrik, but some unknown force prevents him from doing so.
The scimitar wielding man next to the corpse doesn't look about to participate in any hostilities, but is triggered when he sees Locke's bomb casing. "No weapons, else I'll join!" he yells.
Round 1:
Tereze
Blue Thug
Green Thug
Fiona
Eryzule
Red Thug
Bloke with scimitar
While waiting for the man to run out the back, Gwendallyn and Urbar hear the same sounds of an ongoing bar brawl as they heard while near the inn's front door. The constant noise is suddenly broken by the loud commandeering shouts of the party's quietest member, Fiona: "Let's all calm down before some of us find ourselves dead like the fellow on the floor! As you can see, my masked friend over here is not going to play by the rules, so even if you win, the acid from his bomb will make you wear masks for the rest of your lives. And you'll have to deal with the rest of us as well!"
It stays quiet inside the inn.
Fredrik then abruptly runs for the front doors. He stumbles over a broken chair near the doors and falls flat on his face. You work together to quickly lift the one-eyed Andoren up and carry him outside, rapidly closing the doors behind you. You head through the alley, to the back of the inn, where Urbar and Gwendallyn still stand.
A while later Tereze, Fiona, Eryzule, and Locke exit the alley, carrying an unconscious one-eyed Andoren man in between them as they hurry towards Gwendallyn and Urbar. The rumor inside the inn's picking back up.
You head to an area away from the inn and place Fredrik on the floor. He stirs and, some time later, opens his eyes. His eyes immediately go wide when he sees you gathered around him. "Whoooaaa! So many people!"
"I can see one, two, three... three... three... so many! Whoooaaa!"
Fredrik smiles at Locke. "Suuure! What would you like to know? Awesome mask, by the way... Whoooaaa..."
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Damn fool will most likely blame my voice on his stupor too.
As the VC told the group this particular junkie traffics people into slavery, Locke's tone was particularly loathing of the man.
"Yes, we know about your dirty business dealings.
Recently, you've kidnapped an osirian woman, we need to know to whom.
Before you start wisecracking, let me assure you this....i -loathe- slavery and those involved."
With that, Locke takes a step back, to let the others do their magic.
"And by the gods, i'll put an arrow in his knee if he tries to lie to us."
With a smug grin on his face, Fredrik says, "I fobbed her off on Pardu Pildapush at his office in the Pits. ’Nough gold for a whole week o’ grit!"
After this Fredrik hacks up a bloody cough, red phlegm foaming on his lips.
There's nothing Tereze can do, and after some time spent raving and coughing up more phlegm, Fredrik collapses. His heart's no longer beating.
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Ery chimes in, standing next to Gwen.
"And be "WE" you obviously mean the carrion feeders...and by "Pharasmin Temple" you mean here, this den of ill gotten stimulus?
His fingers make rise up to make quote signs as he make's emphases.
After a moment he preps his tea.
"Shall we?" motioning toward anywhere other than the temple direction.
"I Still feel like I need an update."