Ptolus: City by the Spire

Game Master EltonJ

Stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27

Alder joins Beads as the two creep further down the corridor.

While her form suggests that this is not the first time she's ambushed someone, Kali is clearly out of her element here.

The tunnels do stink. The ratfolk tracks do lead around the bend. And yes, Kali Soy is out of her element. Probably when she first stepped into Ptolus itself. Ptolus' undercity -- most notably the sewers -- isn't the most fashionable part of Ptolus.

You hear squeaking and skritching coming from around the corner.

Kali moves around the corner.

Can anyone else see them?

Kali is many things, but a tactical genius she is not. As the ratmen look right at her, she stands and says "Enough games. Flee or die."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

The ratmen flee at Kali's intimidation.

Hearing Kali's threat and the resulting fearful skittering Shellin can't help but laugh aloud. He rounds the corner to Kali's side as his laughter subsides and says,
"He thinks that did the trick to avoid this fight, friend. However, they will likely be back with more...
Should we give chase and find an ambush point, or make one here at this intersection?"

"Are you sure that Kali's face wasn't enough to scare them off for good," Aleda asks quietly.

"We should follow where they lead. They likely go to warn their master." say Kali as she moves to follow the ratfolk.

Still hidden, Alder casts about to see if he can see any tracks left by the rat-folk guards.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

"Kali, shouldn't we make sure the others can keep up," Aleda asks.

Kali turns and says "I thought they were." she then growls, but says nothing and stand impatiently waiting for the others.

Still hidden, Alder casts about to see if he can see any tracks left by the rat-folk guards.

Survival: 1d20+5

You certainly find ratman offal. The tracks left by the ratfolk are all in offal. Stinking offal.

Kali turns and says "I thought they were." she then growls, but says nothing and stand impatiently waiting for the others.

Give me perception checks again.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Shellin will walk around the corner and join the group
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Shellin will walk around the corner and join the group

[dice=Perception]1d20+4

The others don't hear this, but Shellin hears the rapid skittering of rat folk that begins to echo down the halls.

Kali keeps looking towards the direction the ratfolk ran and then back to where the rest of the group is lollygagging. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Shellin will cock his head to the side, listening for a moment, and then he shall turn to Alexa and Kali and tursly say, "They come. Meet them head on, or lure them into the wrong tunnel and attack their flank, choose quickly."

Aleda draws her sword and looks to see what Kali is doing.

"One of the horde does not run, even from greater numbers. I shall have them make my introductions to the gods, naming me as their doom and will kill them again when I eventually fall." Kali says with absolute certainty, as if speaking of the sun rising in the morning or the passage of time.

Barbaric battle pride... I think I read something like this once, maybe it will work.
"Leave the last to praise you by name, have the first to die praise it further by having never seen you swing.
Shellin has a spell that can lure them into the other tunnel so that we can kill any pesky archers in the flank, first." Shellin steps back towards the tunnel they came from, putting Kali and Alexa between him and the oncoming ratfolk.

Kali draws her scythe and prepares to begin her harvest.

"A stand it is then."

Aleda takes a step back from Kali and begins to dance, streams of bluish light beginning to swirl around her.

Preparing an action to teleport to the other side of the Ratfolk as soon as they appear.

Skilled Casting (Perform(dance)) DC 16: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Keeping to the shadows, Alder readies his knives so he may fall upon the enemy from behind and with surprise.

Stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

Jonas, who had silently followed behind Kali in the vanguard as their torchbearer until now, stepped up to beside Kali, drew his sword, and readied himself to strike down the first ratfolk to come within his reach.

Still floating around, things just got... hectic in real life for a while there.
Jonas steps up beside Kali (Move/Free Action depending on distance), Quickdraws his Greatsword (Free Action), and Readies an Attack (Standard Action).

Since everyone seems to be doing it,
Prepared action to Jolt the first available ratfolk

Nice, everyone except Beads is getting ready. He's a new father, so we can excuse him . . .

The Ratfolk seem to be nearing with high pitched screeches and scratches. It's only a matter of time when the first ratfolk turns his ugly head around in the sewers.

"Squeak-Squeak, so this scared you off! Squeak-squeak."

Are they obviously hostile?

"Fear of death is only healthy."

Are they obviously hostile?

Not yet.

"Squeak, squeak. You should fear us. squeak, squeak."

At this, Shellin will speak up. "A small number of our common folk fear you, that is why we have come. Why do you raid the city above?"

How many of them? Any archers? Any wearing metal armor or wielding mostly metal weapons?

"Squeak, squeak. To many of us. We need food to survive. Squeak, squeak," squeaks their leader.

You can see about five or so. maybe six. A lot of them are wearing metal armor, and no archers. The sewers are cramped for missile weapons, and these unwanted didn't take the time to use them in the sewers. They do use them in the world above.

Shellin seems utterly confused by their justification. "But...You could offer service in exchange for coin, buy food. Few are stealthier scouts, or more capable of skulking the sewers and caverns making maps. Surely there are easier, wealthier ways than raiding?"

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Neat.

Aleda is still waiting on a clear signal to attack.

Yeah I doubt I'm gonna get through to them but Shellin isn't the type to try to waste a non-hostile

"If there are too many of you, I can help with that problem." says Kali sincerely. "A question though: Who is your chief, and why has he not taken the land of a weaker tribe?"

"Foresssssst hassss lotssss of food. We sssshare? Help eaccch other?" he suggests with a hopeful smile

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Shellin seems utterly confused by their justification. "But...You could offer service in exchange for coin, buy food. Few are stealthier scouts, or more capable of skulking the sewers and caverns making maps. Surely there are easier, wealthier ways than raiding?"

"Squeak, squeak. They don't like us up above. Squeak, squeak," he explains to Shellin.

"If there are too many of you, I can help with that problem." says Kali sincerely. "A question though: Who is your chief, and why has he not taken the land of a weaker tribe?"

"Squeak, squeak. That's not our way. Squeak."

"Foresssssst hassss lotssss of food. We sssshare? Help eaccch other?" he suggests with a hopeful smile

"We haven't considered moving outside of the city. Squeak, squeak," finishes their leader.

Good thinking Beads...
"Surely you would have significantly less opposition from the city and Delver's if you were to leave."

"Or we can help with the population problem." says Kali, the barest hint of malice in her voice.

"Beadssss help big ratsssss. We ssshare sssswamp. Help againsssst big thingssss together" he slinks from the shadows nd extends his hand at what he thinks is the leader rat person

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Good thinking Beads...

"Surely you would have significantly less opposition from the city and Delver's if you were to leave."

"Where are we to go? squeak, squeak," the leader asked.

"Beadssss help big ratsssss. We ssshare sssswamp. Help againsssst big thingssss together" he slinks from the shadows nd extends his hand at what he thinks is the leader rat person

"Where is this swamp, squeak?" the leader asks again.