Tristan stashes his newfound bow and gets ready to open the door, sword in hand.
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Tristan pulls open the door, revealing a large room dominated by a broad wooden table, surrounded by several rickety-looking chairs. A slateboard to the north is covered with chalk scribblings, but the map of Sandpoint carefully drawn on it leaves no doubt as to the purpose of this room - it is almost certainly where the recent raid on the town was planned. A set of stairs leads back up to the stoackade on the east side of the room, and another door opens into a smaller chamber on the far side.
Two people are in this room as well, pressed against the far wall near the other exit. One is a large man, armed and armored, with the look of a fighting man in every inch of him; he carries a steel shield (disturbingly molded with a massive human face glowered off of it) and a well-made bastard sword, and his breastplate gleams with care. The other is a dark-skinned woman, her hair in dozens of short, tight braids, wearing basic robes and holding a wand in one hand, while a black cat twines around her feet.
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Keeping a solid, double-grip on the katana and adding his own arcane energies to it (), Tybus steps into the room and around the table as best he can to let others in.
Lyrie and Orik. The mercenaries. Look, ye're in a bit o' trouble right now. Yer ship's taking on water, but ye don't have to go down with her. Me and me mates, we captured Tsuto. Took down the chief, Bruthazmus, and I don't know how many goblins. Walk away, and ye can keep what ye've been paid. We may be able to toss something in for the cause. But Nualia's going down. Don't try to stop us.
Lamsfel comes in, circling the table to the other side from Tybus.
"He speaks the truth. We have no quarrel with you. Go, and be done with this place. Or join us and help us take her down. Either way, it's your choice. Just don't stand in our way."
Diplomacy
Sense Motive (trying to judge their reaction)
Shalelu, hearing the others speaking, moves forward and into the room. She waits, arrow nocked and ready to fire but pointed downward. Waiting for their decisions.
The big swordsman hesitates, glancing at the woman, whose face darkens even further with pure rage.
"Obviously I don't know what you have planned, mage, but rest assured that if you start something, there are plenty more of us coming down the hall to finish it."
Halgor waits in the hallway, delaying his action.
[b] There is no sense reasoning with creatures such as these--they only understand one thing. Taking money to throw in your lot with goblins? You are despicable--suffer the fate that you have brought down upon yourselves! [b]
The witch points a finger at the scowling mage and fires a black ray of energy straight at her heart!
Even as the energy blasts her, the woman mutters an arcane phrase and extends her empty hand toward the group. From her spell, a wave of flame rolls over the group. She then ducks past the swordsman and into the room behind him.
As soon as the woman moves, the swordsman steps directly in front of the doorway and slashes at Tybus.
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Tybus wheels and spins away from the worst of the surprise gout of flame. The enchanted blade flashes with a quick and smooth motion. As deadly as it is beautiful, it seems to guide Tybus's hands and body as he pivots from the stroke against the wizard and ducks a vicious swing from the sellsword.
He plants his feet, squares his body, and slashes at the warrior.
Shalelu Reflex save
Halgor Reflex save
Shalelu steps away from the entry and brings her bow up, but does not fire at the swordsman.
Lamsfel attacks the mercenary's flank with both blades.
Tybus' attack cuts down the mage before she takes a step, and the swordsman roars in pain and anger, even moreso than when Tybus' follow-up manages to cut into his shoulder. Lamsfel's attacks are less effective, however, as the mercenary easily blocks them both with his shield.
The witch is terrible to behold as he curses the mercenary, even as the flames cover him.
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Shalelu draws a bead on the warrior. Judging from his reaction, there's something there. "If she's not dead yet, we might be able to save her, but if we have to fight you first, she's liable to bleed out right here. Surrender!"
Rapid Shot #1
Damage
Rapid Shot #2
Damage
Tristan will try to climb onto the table and stomp out the fire of the burning papers.
Acrobatics:
Tristan leaps onto the table, stamping out the small fires that have flared up and leveling his greatsword at the mercenary at the same time.
The implied threat and Shalelu's offer both seem to have little effect, as the mercenary takes another furious swing at Tybus. Even as he begins the attack, though, Shalelu bares her teeth in either anger or frustration and lets fly an arrow that creases the swordsman's brow as he swings.
Halgor moves up behind the fallen magus and casts a spell that he delivers to the man's outstretched arm. Stabilize
Lamsfel presses his attack.
"Our healer can still save her. Is Nualia worth your lady's death?"
And Shalelu lets fly with two more arrows.
With a roar of anger and dismay as he sees his friend fall Tristan strikes the man from his elevated position.
Greatsword attack (higher ground): , damage:
Tristan's vengeance for Tybus is swift and brutal, the greatsword chopping the mercenary down in a single swift blow.
Lamsfel, Shalelu--can you reach the mage before she escapes?
The witch's face is a mask of agony, his skin covered in 2nd degree burns.
Halgor will likewize stabilize the fighter and the mage. "They'll be paying fer their crimes, I think."
Lamsfel will search the fighter and deprive him of his gear. He looks at the mage and hesitates. "Shalelu, could you check her for gear? I, ah, think it would be better if you did that."
The smirking ranger searches the woman, none to gently, and places her gear on the table before looking around for a rope to use to tie her up. She looks at the other elf and bursts out laughing, "Didn't know you were the blushing type, Lamsfel. It's kind of cute."
Now blushing furiously, Lamsfel goes to check the other room where the mage was fleeing for anything of use. Halgor and Shalelu will investigate the papers on the table if no one else does so.
The documents appear to be more detailed plans for a larger raid on Sandpoint, one planned for the next few months and involving goblin tribes from all across Varisia, plus a variety of summoned demonic horrors.
The next room appears to be a study, laboratory, library or some combination of the three. A large wooden worktable sits in the middle of this room, its surface cluttered with scrolls, books, stone tablets covered with dense, spiky runes, and fragments of carvings that appear to have been chipped off of statues or bas-reliefs. To the north, a floor-to-ceiling set of wooden shelves sag with picks, shovels, brushes, lanterns, and other equipment one might expect to see at an archeological site. It is not clear what was being researched here, except possibly something having to do with the ancient history of the Lost Coast area.
Tybus groans and sits up. Ow... I think I need me some stiffer armor. I suppose I'm not likely to drown in these parts for wearing it.
After another round of thanks to Halgor, Tybus'll detect magic on the equipment taken from the captives. He'll be especially interested in the wand, scrolls, and spellbook. (Though I'll save the spellbook for later, I suppose.)
Both potions are cure light wounds, and Tybus recognizes two of the scrolls as scrolls of mirror image and vanish respectively (though he's only able to puzzle out the writing on the mirror image scroll well enough to be able to use it - deciphering the vanish scroll and reading the third, as-yet-unknown one would require a casting of read magic). The wand, unfortunately, remains a mystery.