Poppy snarls and snaps her strong jaws at the orc again.
Micha moves away from the orc, tugging open the laces on her tunic, she slides her hand inside and rests it on her chest. She closes her eyes in concentration, mumbling under her breath she invokes her birthright, using it to heal herself.
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Poppy lunges for the orc but only manages to come away with a few shreds of cloth that once belonged to her breeches. Though cornered and outnumbered, the pirates seem intent on going down swinging.
Round Three: Avicia, Vertheg, Dwarf Pirate, Orc Pirate (f), , Alistair, Aubreck, Dhratatak, Chierak, Illyri, Poppy, Micha
Avicia lunges with her boarding pike at the pirate directly in front of the goblin...
attack(boarding pike)()
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Vertheg raises his mace to bring low upon the dwarf, but the bearded pirate shrugs off the glancing blow.
In retaliation, the dwarf attempts to shuffle out of the way so he can lunge at Illyri. His stubby arms can't quite reach her though. "You will bleed, ya leaf-eating harlot!"
Petunia, still trying to ignore the ferocious wolverine, swings at the goblin. "C'mere, runt!" Her blade is stopped by the ebony masterpiece in Dharatatak's hands. Only the goblin hears what sounds like hissing laughter, everyone else hears only the dinging sound of steel grating on steel.
Round Three: Avicia, Vertheg, Dwarf Pirate, Orc Pirate (f), , Alistair, Aubreck, Dhratatak, Chierak, Illyri, Poppy, Micha
Dharatatak casts mumbles a few arcane words and drwas water from rain and puddles into his hand and forms it to ice which likewise encrusts his magic blade as he lashes out at his much larger foe.
Attack Damage Frostbite NL damage -->Fatigued
Attack Damage Frostbite NL damage -->Fatigued
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"Freakin' lunatics... ya try ta let them go but no, they just gotta die... idiots..."
Grumbling mostly to himself Alistair will walk over to Micha. The normally abrasive wizard will kneel down and say,
"You're hurt, lemme help miss..."
Alistair will touch her shoulder lightly , his hand faintly transparent. While Micha's wounds won't close, she'll feel a surge of strength that should help keep her feet firmly planted on Kyber.
As Illyri dodges the dwarf's attack, she stabs at him, purposely missing, but ensuring he is off balance against her next attack.
Micha's eyes widen as the man touches her and the energy of his spell courses through her, but she manages to mumble a "Thank you, sir."
Share Essence (Sp): As a standard action, you can share your vital energy with a living creature that you touch. You take 1d6 points of nonlethal damage + 1 for every two wizard levels you possess. You cannot take an amount of nonlethal damage equal to or greater than your current hit point total; any excess is prevented. The recipient gains a number of temporary hit points equal to the amount of damage you received (prevented damage is not counted). These temporary hit points disappear 1 hour later. You may not use this ability to grant yourself temporary hit points. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Intelligence modifier. This ability has no effect if you are immune to nonlethal damage.
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As the goblin brings down the black blade it bites deeply into the orc's forearm. She gasps as the wound freezes, the brittle ice overtaking most of her limb. The gasp cuts off as her eyes go wide and she slumps to the ground. The goblin's second swing is too high as his target has fallen face first onto the slick stones.
Aubreck smiles grimly. "Well done my friends. So dwarf, care to take your chances? Your green friends did not seem to fare so well."
Jacky seems too engrossed in taking down Illyri to notice, his back completely exposed as he focuses his efforts on his new rival.
Round Three: Avicia, Vertheg, Dwarf Pirate, , Alistair, Aubreck, Dhratatak, Chierak, Illyri, Poppy, Micha
Poppy continues her relentless assault on the orc, determined to draw blood from the one who would strike out at Micha.
Micha draws her dagger and throws it spinning through the air at the orc.
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Both orcs now lie in pools of dark blood. Jacky seems quite nervous, but backed into a corner he isn't going down without fighting tooth and nails. The rain pours relentlessly, washing away what remains of their lives.
Round Four: Avicia, Vertheg, Dwarf Pirate, , Alistair, Aubreck, Dhratatak, Chierak, Illyri, Poppy, Micha
Avicia calmly moves up facing the last pirate as she stands atop the corpse of his fallen comrade and decides to simply gut him with the pike...
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The dwarf grunts in pain as the pike slices a deep wound into his stomach.
Vertheg takes his opportunity to swing his mace at the dwarf's sword arm, connecting to the flesh of the meaty limb with a heavy thud.
Bleeding and cursing, the dwarf is hellsbent on at least taking out the elf that wounded his pride and clumsily slices towards Illyri. "Khyber take the lot of ya."
Round Four: Avicia, Vertheg, Dwarf Pirate, , Alistair, Aubreck, Dhratatak, Chierak, Illyri, Poppy, Micha
"Not today."
Alistair says, stepping forward and whipping his dagger at the dwarf.
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As the dagger whips through the air, it cuts a mean streak across the dwarf's face, but doesn't catch the bone. The dwarf, doomed, grins as the blood pours over his lips and teeth. "Soddin' bunch of milk-drinkers can't even best a cornered dwarf?" He spits at the ground, trying to clear his mouth of blood. He staggers for a moment, trying to steel his resolve.
Your noble employer clings closely to the halfling, looking behind his shoulder, confident his entourage has the upper hand.
Round Four: Avicia, Vertheg, Dwarf Pirate, Alistair, Aubreck, Dhratatak, Chierak, Illyri, Poppy, Micha
Attack 15 Damage Frostbite NL damage -->Fatigued
Attack 15 Damage
Dharattaka continues to lash out with his ice crusted blade making two swift attacks in rapid succesion.
Poppy moves towards the Dwarf (B3) and lunges, snarling at the man.
Micha moves past Alistar to the place that Poppy previously occupied next to Dharattaka. She reaches out to place her hand on Avicia's arm, casting Bull's Strength.
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With a sickening snap, Poppy bites through the leg of the dwarf. Howling in pain he collapses to the cobblestones. The wound pumps blood swiftly, and the anguished pirate's color drains as his breathing slows. His last effort is to reach out, a curse dies on his lips as his eyes are forever locked glaring at Illyri.
Aubreck smiles as Vertheg returns to his side. "Well done. I know I offered you all food and lodging tonight, but it would be bad form to share nothing with my escorts who have this night acted as my bodguards. It is not much, but I would like to offer you each a platinum dragon for saving my skin... um... however I don't think I shall be paying one to your pet, and it would be unfair for me to pay you two dragons." He looks at Micha.
Illyri immediately starts rummaging through the corpses of the pirates.
All in a days work! Now, what did you lads have?
Illyri will take her time, careful not to miss any baubles. She'll start with the dwarf.
Micha smiles sweetly at Aubreck, "It is of no concern, Poppy does adore shiny things, but she somehow manages to come across her own bobbles to fascinate herself with."
"I should like to get inside quickly, I don't believe the aid Alistar provided me with will last very long."
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As Illyri stands over the dwarf, his cutlass and chain shirt can clearly be seen by any observing. His clothes are tattered and worthless.
- Masterwork Cutlass (M)
- Chain Shirt (M)
- 295 Silver Sovereigns
- golden ring with a small crimson dragonshard stone
- potion of waterbreathing labeled in Dwarven
- vial containing a milky blue liquid
- acidic fire flask x2
- identification papers for Jackson Kragar
As she gathers up the stuff she finds, she says
"We'll divide all this stuff up later."
She then starts carefully searching the next body.
Avicia stands atop one of the corpses as the dwarf she gutted dies and takes a swig from her bottle...
"Well there you go, told ya you'd be alright. 'Preciate the notion boss, but lets get outta this rain first."
The wizard will say, shaking from the cold. Alistair will ignore the bodies, leaving that to Illyri, but will retrieve his thrown dagger from the corner of the alley, cleaning it off with the rain water.
Dharatak has looted many a corpse in his day it was a good source of income in lower Durra and often you didn't even have to do the killing yourself.
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As Illyri searches the orc captain, Dharatak shuffles under Avicia's feet to riffle through the pockets of the female orc's corpse.
- Masterwork cutlass (M)
- Chain shirt (M)
- 2 Platinum Dragons
- 42 Golden Galifars
- Golden ring with a small citrine dragonshard embedded into it
- Silver compass with a golden sliver of dragonshard in place of a needle
- Folded piece of parchment with a broken wax seal
- Masterwork cutlass (M)
- Chain shirt (M)
- Masterwork Byeshk dagger inscribed with the words "Korrac's Fang" in Orc (M)
- 36 Silver Sovereigns
- 15 Copper Crowns
- Half a bottle of Orc Kragg
- Golden ring with a small citrine dragonshard embedded into it
Once the slain have been picked over, Vertheg makes to move out of the alley. "Let the rats find 'em if nobody else does first. On our way."
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The winds pick up, blowing rain from all angles. Vertheg leads the party through the Port, sticking to wider roads, but staying close to building fronts. The green pallor of the sparsely placed everburning lanterns casts a sickly glow. Passersby keep their hoods and scarves up, eyes darting towards the group, but most cling to their coats and hurry to get out of the bitter rain. A few downtrodden beg for coins as you pass, but you reach Dolurrh's Doorstep without incident.
Making your way inside, many of the patrons has dispersed to their own agendas, the raucous of hours before dwindled to a few regulars passing time with drink and cards. Smiley nods as Illyri addresses him, and Vertheg moves to the bar to settle the debts for the evening. Aubreck shuffles to a large empty table, coincidentally the same table Zorna and Sarazra sat you at previously. He puts his back to the wall and slumps into the chair, trying to wipe the rain from his thinning hair.
The female half-orc still sits in the corner, boots upon the table, cloaked in the shadows of the tavern as she pulls heavily from a pipe, surveying your return. The dwarven manager sways as he sits upon a stool at the bar, watching the room through half-lidded eyes. The half-orc barmaid continues to serve drinks, but the rest of the staff seems to have been dismissed for the evening.
Illyri drops the sizeable pile of things on the table, along with the advanced pay. She starts making piles of things.
3 mk Cutlasses (945)
3 chain shirts (300)
Masterwork Byeshk dagger inscribed with the words "Korrac's Fang" (302+)
potion of waterbreathing labeled in Dwarven
vial containing a milky blue liquid
acidic fire flask x2
Half a bottle of Orc Kragg
2 Golden ring with a small citrine dragonshard embedded into it
Silver compass with a golden sliver of dragonshard in place of a needle
2 Platinum Dragons
42 Golden Galifars
331 Silver Sovereigns
15 Copper Crowns
Bag of Dragon Shards
Folded piece of parchment with a broken wax seal
Illyri pockets the identification papers and the ring the dwarf had on him
Well, we need to divide all this up. Who wants what?
As she does so, she looks at the parchment.
Micha will take a look at the items with dragonshards to attempt to ascertain their magical properties.
Divide the loot up equally, the weapons if none of us have a use for em should be sold...
As she says this Avicia takes yet another swig from the bottle, one would swear that she has to possess the stomach of a demon...
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"That's a pretty nice dagger, I could use a new one. Lemme have that and you guys can split the rest."
Alistair will say, eyeing the dagger and impatiently awaiting Aubrek's rundown.
"I suggest determining the value of everything first, and what magical properties anything might hold. After everyone claims what they want, we deduct that worth from their share. Sell the rest and divide it up as evenly as possible." Micha shifts around in her chair uncomfortably, and glances at the half-orc woman across the room.
She then looks to Aubrek, "Shall we discuss the matter at hand. I do not wish to rush you, but I should like to better tend to my wounds in the privacy of my room."
Illyri starts counting counting the dragonshards in the bag as she says
"Yes, tell us more about this job."
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Vertheg returns to the table, placing a plate of cheeses and a bottle before Aubreck before standing behind his patron, arms crossed once more as he scans the room.
Aubreck sighs as he poors himself a glass of wine. He takes a sip and begins. "Straight to the heart of it, then. There was once a time when the name Aubreck ir'Drallion was well known across Khorvaire. I was a gentleman of fortune, a thrill-seeker, and a merchant sailor that could put many a Lhazaarite to shame. I learned through my contacts, of a business opportunity I could not pass up. In exchange for an assortment of magical trinkets and baubles, I was to engage in spice trade with a powerful shaman of Xen'drik. I spread myself too thin stocking the jewel of my fleet, Emperor of the Waves. Unfortunately, the Emperor never made her destination. A storm separated her from her escort and her fate was unknown... until recently." The nobleman takes a heavy drink from his glass.
"My ship was spotted in The Gray Tide less than a week ago. How she managed to wind up there, I do not know. That is not what concerns me. I am hoping, with your assistance, I may reclaim some of my personal items from her holds. I have hired a ship and a crew, Wolgar, an old contact of mine, has offered the services of his dwarves to take myself and those I hire to the site of the Emperor. Captain Windrune is a fair man, and he will not let me down. This is where you come in. I would like you to board my derelict ship, search it, and return especially a box of mine. A coffer of blue metal emblazoned with a captial A. The box is precious to me, as are its contents. I know not what has become of other items on the ship, but you are welcome to what you come across save the box. If you are willing to engage in this endeavor for me, I will offer you each one hundred galifars now, and one hundred more when the box is returned to me." Aubreck finishes his glass and starts to pour another.
"Any questions?"
My fellow compatriots we need to discuss something, that something requires that our "dear" patron leave us for a spell... I advise that you go to the bar Aubreck and get a few drinks... We will get back to you in a few minutes.
As Avicia says this she allows her eyes to glow like a demon's just for an instant...
intimidate
As Aubreck leaves Avicia seems to take another swig but in truth the bottle is empty she speaks in a quiet but forceful voice...
Does anyone see the actual prize in all of this and I'll give you a hint it ain't the galifars...
"Why don't you humor us and explain what you're thinking..."
Alistair will say, shivering slightly and absentmindedly tightening his leather scarf.
Avicia takes another "swig" from the bottle and would seem to most passersby to be having an argument or something of that nature...
The ship! From what he told us the ship was the crown jewel of his enterprise... You don't put your most valuable goods on a ship that's a leaky, rat ridden barge... No you put it on something that's sea worthy and has decent speed...perhaps even an elemental galleon or something of that sort. What would amount to roughly a 1000 galifars between us all would be nothing compared to a ship of our own. Think of the possibilities that such a ship could provide...
"Assuming of course this boat of his still floats, it could be all jammed up on some reef or what have you. Don't get me wrong, getting a share of a ship would be ideal, there's a lot o' pocket lining and hidden knowledge to be found in an expedition such as that."
Alistair leans back in his chair idly waving his hands through a few arcane gestures. A poorly wrapped cigarette will float from a pocket in his scarf to his mouth, and a snap of his fingers later he'll take a long drag from the now lit cigarette. He appears lost in thought for a while, but he will mumble, almost to himself,
"A pretty romantic notion that... a shlub from the lower towers o' Sharn and a group of strangers sailing off for buried treasures..."
Alistair will remain quiet a few moments more but will raise his eyebrow quizzically at Dharatak, curious to see what the Goblin's opinion is on the matter.
"Do you sail, Avicia? I've spent time on a ship, more than once, but I can't say that I have ever picked up any of the skill involved."
I've sailed a few times and I can say that I like it, the wind blowing in one's hair is a nice feeling... I can't say I have the skills for it but something tells me that our patron's ship didn't run aground or against a reef... Those two we met earlier make me feel like the disappearance and reappearance of the ship is no accident. I suspect that she will be seaworthy or easily made seaworthy, however I suspect that she will have..."occupants" on board. I get the feeling they won't exactly be of the living variety.