"No, but I have heard of them coming right out of the ground." Arael says as Janiven puts on a slight smirk.
"If you prefer Tok we could try tunneling under the temple." Janiven jokes.
"That would take far too long, wouldn't it?" Tok asks, completely missing the jest. "No, I can handle myself if we need to take the roof path. Is tonight the night?"
"That would take far too long, wouldn't it?" Tok asks, completely missing the jest. "No, I can handle myself if we need to take the roof path. Is tonight the night?"
Pollux interjects.
"Would there be digging? I mean the temple has to somewhere if you follow me?"
Castor is sitting on the map either following the discussion of eating a spider leg, depending on your point of view.
"Tok we could always try the direct approach, a sturdy length of timber shod in steel and barreled into the front door may very well gain us access... though if these Bastards are killers, I would prefer to neutralize them in small groups rather than have to face the lot of them at once."
"I'm with Caldazar for the stealthy approach. We should get moving."
"Are the Children ready for this? Should we spend more time preparing with them or simply push them into the fire and jump in after them?" Tok avoids Mathalen glances - he doesn't feel that she is physically prepared to do battle yet, but doesn't want to embarrass her.
Arael shakes his head. "No. They're not ready. But we can't wait either. If you really need mine adn Janiven's assistance we can provide that but I won't risk the others more than necessary. A bunch of people with crossbows regardless of skill can get lucky. But, the BAstards are killers, we don;t want them in a pitched battle."
"Tok, it was agreed that we would be taking down the Bastards of Erebus, and that the Children were simply cutting off any escape route from a safe distance." Although pushing them into the fire first might have been a worthwhile diversion.
Merax smiles to himself as he picks up his equipment and gets ready to go.
Caldazar takes a few moments to gather his gear before readying to leave.
"A dog running away in fear can be more fearsome than one caught unaware. The Children will still be in danger. But I don't want to delay us any longer. I'm not a tactician. Let us be off.
Tok moves to collect his simple belongings. As he is doing so, he motions for Mathalen to come near. "You are not prepared to do battle with someone looking to kill you," he says bluntly. "You show great promise and with time could become something great. Until then, only engage if given no alternative." Without waiting for a response, Tok turns to the others. "I am ready."
"Oh is it time to die now?"
Pollux and Vitti have been building a complex house of cards at the other end of the table. It collapses.
After some gathering of things and some minor preparation the group heads out towards the temple of Eraastil. Your gear is kept on a cart as to not arouse the curiosity of the Dottari. There is a short way but they decide the easiest, though longest, path is to go around. Tarvi and Mathalen are left behind while some of the brawnier, or simply hardest to get rid off Children tag along bringing crossbows to help give the group cover fire if necessary.
You carry no torches and are led by Tok Arael adn the other nonhuman members of thre group picking through the ruins and rubble of an older part of the city. On each side of you at all tiems you hear the scratchings and scramblings of various nocturnal animals going about their business. Though you are wary to the extreme of shadowbeasts, none accost you or even seem to be around.
A full, mad, moon is out, the type that portents of ill deeds and werewolves. This is a devil's night. You see the tiefling outlined against it. His horned form puts an interesting shadow against it. Of course, he isn't looking up at the moon. Once you get to the building closest to the temple without getting too close Arael taps Caldazar on the shoulder and hands him a clinking sack. "Here. Use them wisely."
With that Arael takes the other members of the group away to secure the area around the temple proper. Janiven looks to the rest of the group and whispers. "Right, who wants to scale the wall ehre so we can get on the roof?"
Merax looks up and judges the climb to be abit difficult in his armor without a grappling hook and rope. "I suggest someone less armored than I am. Possibly Tok or Caldazar. It would be best to use a grappling hook and rope, but we would need to take out the guard in the tower first. Perhaps if we all fire a crossbow bolt in unison, we can kill him before he can raise an alarm."
Caldazar looks into the bag that Arael passed on to him in order to gauge what he can do with them...
There appear to be a number of glass bottle in here labeled. There are 4 cure light wounds potions, 2 cure moderate wounds potions and a potion of shield of faith.
"Aye, shots in the dark before the fight." as he unlimbers his shortbow and readies it.
Anyone who wants any of the pots, feel free to grab em.
Pollux snags a CLW.
Anyone who wants any of the pots, feel free to grab em.Pollux snags a CLW.
1. Abouta hundred or so feet distance is difficult to judge in this darkness.
2. The wall in question is pretty far away. The tower from the roof of this building that no one has yet to scale is roughly the same distance but about 40ft from the ground up.
3. The bell tower is part of the temple.
4. Stone presumably. Right now it's just a black shadow that sticks up from the greater shadow of the temple. If it weren;t for the moon you would not see it at all.
"Mr. Ruttle, do you think the sentry in the tower is within range of your magic? Perhaps a sleep spell would be less of a risk before we take a chance with our bows."
Tok grabs a CMW.
"So who will scale this building? I can give it a go, but I have no climbing gear - or skill for that matter."
"I dare say you could make a better fist of the attempt than myself Master Tok. Or should we reconsider and stage a frontal assault?"
Pollux stares upward. His attention split between the black blank of the wall and the glory of the moon.
"Could there not be another way up?" How could it get there without a way up?"
You are not sure if he is talking about the wall or the moon.
Merax take careful aim with his light crossbow and fires.
Attack:
Damage:
Touching a palm to the holy symbol beneath his armor Caldazar whispers "I hope this works, otherwise this might be the shortest rebellion in history"
Shortbow: for
Meraxilar's shot goes wide caught by the shadows and swallowed up only a soft thunk can be heard and the tiefling jumps at the sudden sound. Following shortly behind he lets out a yelp as the other two find there mark and the tiefling falls to the ground trying to reach for the bell.
A little surprised by your luck Janiven pulls out her bow. "Right, well it's up to you now. I'll cover you as best I can from out here. Once you're inside; good luck."
With that she ehrself disappears into the shadows.
Smiling warmly Caldazar replies to Janiven "Fortune favors the foolhardy. Tok, can you see if you can get the grapple in place?"
Tok nods and begins swinging the hook. Taking aim he heaves the grappling hook upwards.
If Tok's throw is successful:
Caldazar claps Tok on the shoulder nodding in recognition of a good throw. The then grips the rope, giving it a few hefty tugs to make sure it is solidly lodged before attempting ascent.
Merax slowly climbs up the rope after Caldazar.
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Sclivian stares at Janiven. He looks like he's about to speak, but stops, presses his fingers to his lips in thought, then mentions,
"Are you sure there isn't a secondary exit? It would be a shame if they escaped out a back way."
He heads up the rope after Caldazar and Meraxilar.
That was totally the wrong time for Janiven to pull out her bow, given her stated feelings about the Bastards of Erebus. Is she holding back, or is this just bad planning?
Sense Motive
Castor scampers up the rope, briefly considers eating it but is distracted by an unlucky cockroach.
@Sclivian: This is " If I have to scale this building I'm not doing it one handed."
The group gets up the rope wiht little issue. The roof creaks and groans under your weight. The building is old but doesnt feel like it's going to give way just yet.
Meraxilar listens at the trapdoor for sounds from below before attempting to open it slowly.
Perception:
Kicking the dead tiefling over there is no trapdoor but darkened steps leading into the temple proper. You here the faint sounds of laughter coming from down stairs. You can't make out individuals or numbers.
Making sure that his buckler is tight on his arm and readying his morningstar Caldazar readies to descend. His face is flushed with both excitement and trepidation.
Perception:
Stealth: