Give me the name of the gang and where they hold their homes. If they are trying to make a name for themselves that have some important hangout, with that information we will go and make sure they wont bother you... again.
With another toothy smile, Hakk will nod.
"Yes! I like it Mourn. Let's teach these devil-turds not to mess with Kewadin OR our allies! What fun it will be!"
Hakk does a little childish dance with creepy glee. Obviously his emotions have been on the angry side of late, but this sudden change in attitude is right up the half-demon's chaotic alley in most of the family's experience.
Calas grins as his aunt comes out.
"How did it go aunt Vantrag?"
He gives the drow a significant glance before addressing his aunt/matron again.
"Should we prepare for some more blood?"
Give me the name of the gang and where they hold their homes. If they are trying to make a name for themselves that have some important hangout, with that information we will go and make sure they wont bother you... again.With another toothy smile, Hakk will nod.
"Yes! I like it Mourn. Let's teach these devil-turds not to mess with Kewadin OR our allies! What fun it will be!"
Hakk does a little childish dance with creepy glee. Obviously his emotions have been on the angry side of late, but this sudden change in attitude is right up the half-demon's chaotic alley in most of the family's experience.
He smirked and nodded at Hakk, after all those fools wouldnt be expecting one of his... nature to be tracking them down and gutting them at all.
Would you prefer one head or two on a platter good shopkeep?
He began with a very wicked grin waiting for him to give them details on where these doomed souls were known to assosciate at
Shop murdersquad - The orc smiles and gives you directions to a squalid though sturdy looking structure made from mushroom trunk logs. It has a sign claiming to be a weaver's hut, but you know this to be a ruse.
Vantrag et al- The three immediately kneel before you and pledge vows of service.
I am Meering.
And I am Streech
And I am Vacky
And we are all stoneworkers, skilled and trained.
Nathaniel accompanies the others from the orc's shop.
He seems to be grinning and cracking his knuckles often.
When Vantrag questions them about their identities, Phaenox will once again read their minds
As the trio pledge their vows, the inquisitor listens closely to their words, attempting to verify the truth behind them.
Phaenox - The two more cowardly ones, Streech and Vacky, are being genuine and honest. They're just happy to have work. The more uppity one, the one Seras has to talk down, has a mental asterisk going that marks her as being... loyalty challenged. She's happy to have work, but will probably betray you if a better deal happens along.
With obviously childish glee, Hakk quickly goes over his plan.
"These men expect payment, yes? Then let's give it to them! We take something like this tangle-burn bag I was offered,
and disguise it as 'the payment.' We then simply approach the group and demand entrance to pay for our friend's 'trouble'
and beg for forgiveness. Once inside we offer our gift and when they open it to examine their rotten gains...BAM! Chaos ensues
and then we bathe in their blood! Simple but effective, yes?"
YOu know what friend Hakk... that is indeed a good plan. I like it, you and the Bull take the lead, I will be right behind you."
He began checking to make sure his magazine was seated properly. This was indeed looking to be a fun quick little outing.
Turning to the proprietor, Hakk will smile his toothy smile.
"May I have your assistance with disguising the 'payment' my friend? I want it too look authentic!"
Pulling out his wand of Prestidigitation, he works with the Orc-blood to make the alchemical bag look more like it carries valuables instead.
Nathaniel joins the two drow in their planning.
You drow think we all look alike, so I may be able to pretend I am him?
Calas looks down at the three.
"Stoneworkers? Isn't that typically a slave's job?"
The uppity one grunts. A slaves job is to smash the rock. We make it sing.
Calas raises his eye-brows.
"Sing? You'll have to show me that one. I don't think I've ever seen stones sing."
Then turning to the others.
"If there are no objections, we should get back. So, are there any?"
"None here."
"Neither from me." Saeras notes.
Gangbusters™- You all approach the shop front and present yourselves for delivery. You are brought into a large lounge complete with bar and comfortable furniture. The protection racket is good business. The room is also dimly lit via smokeless flames. Not that smoke isn't present. Your nose burns with the low hanging fumes of several smoked substances.
You are taken to a drow that stands before a raised table at which is seated the boss. He sits comfortably 'midst several dozen of his men with a finely crafted rapier at his side.
Vantrag et. al.- You arrive back at the shop to find just the orc guarding your mistresses. The others are gone.
About this time Vicalan is finding his bath. It was lovely.
Your room is private and magically secluded to an adequate degree. You should be safe for the night.
Inwardly he was nervous....Not because of the upcoming fight, no that was fine and normal. He wasnt even nervous leading Hakk and the orc nathanial in battle, he was trained for that as it were. No.. he was entirely nervous because this was his decision on the mission, his call. He had never entirely been his own master and in a way he was feeling a strange mixture of nervous fear over that knowledge and a strange exhileration. He nodded to Hakk to approach with the package.
We come as representitives of thehouse that the old orc your men bothered earlier works for, we would like you to leave him be. Furthermore it appears that perhaps we could see about establishing further ties between the house I represent and your organization.
He began taking in sight of the room and the gang members. He openly added a sneer to his visage. After all If they looked weak or worried it would only provoke the gang sooner than he would have liked.
Fetch me your leader. The real one if you would please.
He began just in case the man before them wasnt the one truly in charge, doing his best to sound.. well bored.
Nathaniel stands just to Mourn's left. He appraises any obvious bodyguards with an intense and intimidating stare.
"Hmph." Saeras shrugged as he looked around inside the shop. "At least the important people are still here." brushing away imaginary speckles from his clothes Saeras addresses the orc. "What wonderful diversions are so enticing that our comrades left?"
Keeping the bag tucked out of the way and mostly out of sight under one of his smaller arms and behind his magical leper's rags, Hakk will walk with a servant's bowed and cloaked head, stumbling a bit forward as if with a palsy or damaged leg when mourn gives him the signal to show the 'goods'.
Approaching the orc Calas asks, "Where are the others?"
Damnit, did something happen while we were gone? Did the shop-keeper betray us?
Calas did his best to keep his composure while he waited on the orc's response. It wouldn't be good to show any weakness at this point.
A few quick questions,1. Several dozen technically implies 84 or so gangmembers, are there that many or can we assume 20 to 30?
The total population of three bar is probably tipping 100, but combatants that you can locate only number in the 18-25 range
2. Are there any pretty female drow about in this orginization? *lawls and eyebrow waggles* Do they appear to be a part of the gang or hired professionals.
There are a few pretty females. They arenot at all not paying you the least bit of mind save one.
3. The apparent gangleader is there, do their appear to be any seconds or other gang leaders or lieutenants or the like.
You notice a silken female watching you. She is the only female doing so, and it's not at all obvious (Dc 15 to notice her).
The apparent leader looks at you with a suspicious narrowing of his eyes. And what house do you represent? he asks. He makes no move to take the bag just yet.
Meanwhile, back at the shop, the keeper explains that the group left about half hour ago to go deal with a gang. He is open and honest and is clearly excited about someone clearly kicking the gangs "sorry &$@$#es!"
You can ask what house we belong to while you are being tortured by Yochlol's in the demonwebs fool.
He began drawing his crossbow quickly and loosing two bolts, one of acid and one of fire at the foolish figurehead in front of him.
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Hakk, rip off the arms of the first fool who moves against us and beat them to death with it while they wisely fetch the leader of this gang.
He growled out.
OR
What house? Its too good for your tongue fool, now please fetch me your leader before my burly friend over there gets impatient.
He began nodding to Natheniel, keeping Hakk's disguise and identity as best as he could. He did his best to begin to look impatiently bored though he let his eyes scan the room, picking out possible targets.
Seeing the female looking intently at them, Nathaniel springs into action.
Nathaniel remembers the time he grappled with a bear.
You are skilled at grappling opponents.
Prerequisite: Dex 13, Improved Unarmed Strike.
Benefit: You do not provoke an attack of opportunity when performing a grapple combat maneuver. In addition, you receive a +2 bonus on checks made to grapple a foe. You also receive a +2 bonus to your Combat Maneuver Defense whenever an opponent tries to grapple you.
Normal: You provoke an attack of opportunity when performing a grapple combat maneuver.
He grins a wicked grin, as he jams a thumb in the closest drow between he and the female.
He then takes a 5' step toward the female.
Hakk notices the female eyeing the group just as the orc-blood begins to move toward her.
Hearing he gets to rip arms off, gets Hakk's blood pumping as the chaos ensues and builds it to a roar in his ears!
With a toothy smile, Hakk tosses the tangle-burn bag almost casually at the 'boss-man' sitting at the table with the nice rapier...
...then dismisses his disguise with a...
"ROARRRAAAARR!!!"
...showing his fanged muzzle looking straight at the woman staring at them.
"Mhm." Saeras mumbles as the orc explains the situation. He didn't really like that their grunts had headed off. Then again, it is not like their presence would have safeguarded them from any major assaults anyhow. And a gang-slaughter here might attract undue attention. As much as he didn't like admitting that his meat shields had left him unguarded, they probably took the best course of action. Discretion was their only armour now. And seeing as Vantrag took whatever-that-was she received from the council and locked herself up with her next of kin, Saeras and the rest of the present company would probably not do much good here.
"Very well then. Should we go and enjoy the spectacle? A few chuckles may brighten this gloomy day." he suggested and twirled his cane towards the exit. "The quicker we get them back here, the quicker we can plot appropriate vengeance..."
Price 150 gp; Weight 5 lbs.
This sack contains tanglefoot bag materials and alchemical powders that burn at a high temperature. It functions like a tanglefoot bag, plus a direct hit on a creature deals 1d6 points of fire damage, and the creature must make a DC 20 Reflex save or catch on fire. If it catches on fire, for the next 2 rounds extinguishing the flames is a DC 25 Reflex save instead of a DC 15 save, and using water to extinguish the flames creates a burst of burning material equivalent to alchemist's fire making a direct hit on the target (including splash damage). After the initial 2 rounds, the flames may be extinguished as normal. Crafting this item is a DC 30 Craft (alchemy) check.
Calas didn't like the idea of leaving his family alone, but the thought of a fight was appealing too.
"I still have a bit of rage to work out... sure, I'll go with you."
"I'll join you too... much as I'd like to stay here with gra.. with the afflicted, I feel the need to disembowel someone.. or two... or three."
"Excellent. Now, address if you please?" Saeras nods at the orc.
The Latecomers - the place is easy enough to find. It's a squalid though sturdy looking structure made from mushroom trunk logs. It has a sign claiming to be a weaver's hut, but you know this to be a ruse just like the others. You hear an unmistakable roar from inside. Apparently Hakk has his danders up.
Inside - The entire inside erupts into utter chaos, just as you intended.
Mourn fires two bolts at the figurehead and each impacts his clothes hard. Apparently he was wearing armor underneath, but he's still wounded. Then the tangleburn bag goes off and the smoke of drugs is mixed with the smoke of burning drow-flesh.
Hakk disregards all pretence and roars in a female's face.
He cocked one thin white eyebrow up that somehow the leader was still alive... burning but still alive. Maybe he was the boss. He fired off two more shots aiming centermass of the man before he spun away backflipping onto a table for a better view of the mess...
Hakk! Either ask her out proper or get over here we have violence to dish out.
He called actually laughing almost maniacally.
Either that guy is tough as nails or has some kind of fire protection because he's still up, though much worse for wear. Four bolts will do that to a guy.
Nate- You successfully blind the man. He stumbles back with his hands over his eyes.
"RRRAAARRGGHHH!"
Hakk will concentrate on one of the toughs this round. Moving to the closest he will unleash the fury of the abyss upon them!
Multiattack: (Full Attack!)
Rinse and repeat as needed!
"Looks like we are right on schedule." Saeras notes quietly in response to the roar. Though discreetness was hardly needed, the building already seemed to have erupted into pandemonium. With a sneer he drew his blade and approached the door, waiting just long enough for everyone to get ready before flinging it open. As he does he points his free hand into the crowd and all the colours erupt in a bright spray.
Azzra'el casts shield, draws his sword and holds back for Saeras' color spray to go off before he moves into the fray.
Nathaniel grins wickedly at the female, as he steps up to her.
The female bats nate's hands away. Don't you dare touch me, filth! she snarls.
There is an explosion of light at the front entrance. If there was a common man in this establishment that wasn't panicking, they are now. The late group, led by Azzra'el, makes their entrance in grand style by striding over the fallen bodies of unconscious foes.