..::I can probably get up on that rooftop and get that alchemist...::
Eaton thinks to himself as he frowns up at the man across the way. Eredin can have a face-full of frost, though! "*Aryt* ak' ornoposs!" He shouts, before wading into the crowd to get across adjacent to the building the alchemist hides upon...
Edgar's blade slices into Eredin's side, drawing a thick line or red across his bare chest even as the other smile smiles darkly at Edgar, "Heh, I was hoping you'd show up." his taunt his cut short as a ball of frost slams into his face.
Sin lunges for the Dwarf, but he shifts his weight with a surprising speed, avoiding the attack, "Ye'll have to do better 'an that laddy." the Dwarf laughs, giving his whip a crack across the air.
After slamming Eredin with the spell, Eaton hauls himself up onto the roof, pulling himself over the ledge just in time to see a small globe of glass wrapped in chord and filled with a sloshing orange liquid that flies towards him.
the jar crashes at his feet and explodes in a gulf of flame that burns at Eaton's clothes and skin.
Once she shook off the shock of watching the guard kill himself and Eredin getting free, Phaedra would choose to follow after Eaton. After all, Sin and Edgar could most likely handle Eredin themselves, but Eaton would probably just get himself killed by rushing off alone.
If she manages to get within 30ft of the half-orc, Phaedra lets out an ear piercing scream of anger directed him for hurting Eaton.
Ear-Piercing Scream
School evocation [sonic]; Level bard 1, inquisitor 1, sorcerer/wizard 1, witch 1
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S
Range close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)
Target one creature
Duration instantaneous; see text
Saving Throw Fortitude partial (see text); Spell Resistance yes
You unleash a powerful scream, inaudible to all but a single target. The target is dazed for 1 round and takes 1d6 points of sonic damage per two caster levels (maximum 5d6). A successful save negates the daze effect and halves the damage.
Tellar moves after Sin, heading for the dwarf amongst the crush of people. His bum leg was already slowing him down and the panicking crowd didn't help.
The Dwarven fighter's axe swings out for Sin's chest, followed closely by the crack of a razor sharp whip that the young ninja narrowly avoids.
Phaedra feels her lungs fill with air and the compression of muscle as she bellows at the orcish alchemist. He reels back and a trickle of dark red blood dribbles from his ear. But he shakes his head as if coming up from under water, grins at Phaedra and howls to the air!
His sword in hand, Eredin holds the blade defensively in front of him, and reaches behind, "Managed to get into my sister's skirts yet? Has she even bothered learning your name yet?"
As he taunts his former companion Eredin reaches behind his back and into the waist of his pants, pulling out a small grasshopper's leg. He crushes it between his fingers, free hand moving in an arcane motion, his lips uttering a spell!
Seconds later he grins at Edgar, "Another time perhaps?" He springs up, jumping with an inhuman agility, onto the gallows frame and then up to the roof above!
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Seeing the opening, Edgar takes a swing at the traitorous bastard, hoping to screw up his spell or prevent him from running.
Melee: Mwk Scimitar ( / 18x2)
Edgar turns on his heels to face Eredin's direction. [b]"What's the matter. Afraid to get bested by me, again? Edgae taunts in a hope to bait Eredin, if only for a moment. Edgar has no magic, but Eredin isn't going to get away that easily! Edgar takes of after him, jumping or climbing after him in whichever way he can.
If Edgar can catch up to him, he takes a swing.
Melee: Mwk Scimitar ( / 18x2)
If there is obviously no way for Edgar to follow, he throws a knife instead.
Ranged: Dagger ( / 19x2) (-2 per 10 ft after the 1st)
[ooc]Edgar's right that I missed the AoO's, and wrote nothing of five foot steps, so yeah Erefin'd going to get slammed. Update should be later today, moving provinces for a job I didn't plan on, things are (as always) hectic but I'm hoping to get an update in on the layover.
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[ooc]I debated not allowing the second AoO, as he did use an acrobatics to try and climb the gallows, but I figure that's not the same as avoiding being hit, as I didn't declare it. I'll be more clear with my mechanics in the future.
Edgar's blade cuts deep into Eredin's arm, drawing a deep line of red as the magus howls in pain, his spell lost.
"Damn bastard," he curses and leaps for the scaffolding of the gallows, but Edgar's sword lances out once more, slicing him and keeping him firmly on the ground. The elder Valdemar lands in a crouched stance, growling in frustration
Eaton takes 7 dmg.
"Damn bastard," he curses and leaps for the scaffolding of the gallows, hauling himself up and then leaping for the nearby rooftop.
Edgar's dagger lances out through the air, slicing into Eredin by the shoulder and sending him clattering against the shingles. The magus lets out a howl of pain but continues to run for his escape.
Sinder's blade lances out and slides deftly across the dwarf's throat, drawing a thick line of blood that causes his oponent to drop his whip and clasp at the wound trying to staunch the blood... But somehow he doesn't fall, and in fact looks even angrier than before!
The Half-Orc grins at Phaedra and Eaton, gnashing his teeth and cackling, he pulls out a vial of a dark green substance, pops the cork and downs the tube in one gulp!
The Dwarf, eyes burning with rage at Sinders, gives his axe a wild swing that the ninja easily dodges.
After slamming Eredin with the spell, Eaton hauls himself up onto the roof, pulling himself over the ledge just in time to see a small globe of glass wrapped in cord and filled with a sloshing orange liquid that flies towards him. The jar crashes at his feet and explodes in a gulf of flame that burns at Eaton's clothes and skin.
::Ow ow ow ow!:: "Ow ow ow ow!" Eaton chirps, dancing away from the licking flames that leave his elegant funerary garb smoking and singed.
The Half-Orc grins at Phaedra and Eaton, gnashing his teeth and cackling, he pulls out a vial of a dark green substance, pops the cork and downs the tube in one gulp!
"Potions to fortify yourself? You're going to need it, half-breed. And two can play at that game!" The gutteral syllables of an arcane abjuration well up in Eaton's throat, and his left hand moves in a quick, jerking rhythm, fingers craned into awkward positions to bend the magical energy into shape. The scent of ozone wafts up on the rooftop and the hair stands on the back of his neck, eyes flashing with lightning as the magic takes form around him in a faint, bruise-purple halo, just barely visible in the sunlit air. Still hazed with smoke from that dastardly alchemical fireball, Starse draws his scimitar and closes quickly, getting up close to harry the mad bomber even as that halloween charge of black and orange warps the air around his blade and infuses it with lethal energy.
Phaedra attempt to use her slumber hex upon the half-orc.