The situation was tricky. If the house was not used for anything, they were wasting their time, but if it was, then they could not leave it. Carmina thinks about it for a while, then suddenly her expression brightens. There was a way they could stop wasting their time in this rathole.
"Guys, let's search this place throughout one more time. Then we can burn it down."
True to her word, she starts searching the house extra carefully, trying not to leave anything unchecked.
Yamyra gapes in genuine amazement at Carmina's suggestion. She is obviously working up to respond, somehow; but she turns to the others first, as if to gauge their reaction.
A concerned look crossed Ganer's face when Carmina suggested fire as a solution. "I cannot agree to such a plan," He said, a little more urgency in his voice than was usually present. "The fire could spread and burn down the entire district, to say nothing of the property owner's loss."
"Fancy has a point. We should probably wait somewhere until midnight. If no one shows, we'll go grab a pint on me at a more lively establishment and call it a night. We can pick this up in the morning," Horven says, stifling a yawn.
Horven walks out and attempts to find a decent hiding spot out front.
Yamyra sifts through the debris farthest from the entryway, seemingly searching for possible cover for herself & Fancy.
The Eidolon carefully lifts some of the larger detritus in the pile, assisting in the investigation.
Concluding there are no reliable hiding places within the building, Yamyra begins the process again outside.
Fancy also sequester's herself near Yamyra.
"But we are in the Dockway, there's plenty of water around in case the fire gets out of control. Besides, I don't think anybody will care if we burn this place down. The ashes would probably be worth more than this old shack. And on top of that..."
Noticing that half of the group had left the room to find a hiding place, Carmina stops her complaining, crosses her arms, and lets out an annoyed sigh.
Gared noted where his companions hid, and placed himself in the main room of the tavern, hiding behind the main door, leaving it open so he could see through it out into the dock, bow drawn.
Ganer headed out after Horven, deciding to hide in plain sight. He moved a few buildings away, though still within sight of the old tavern, and sat down on the ground with his knees up in front of him. He did try and conceal himself in shadow, but he knew he wasn't much for hiding. He instead hoped that they would mistake him for a destitute, and would pay him no heed.
The halfling's ears perk slightly, attentive to the night sounds of the city.
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Fancy, love. Time to tend to 'matters at hand'. Look there.
Having directed the Eidolon's attention to the covert figure, Yamyra calls to mind the incantations & gestures to weave a dweomer of protection about herself or Fancy.
Stealth check:
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"Bother! She's invisible! Be careful everyone!" Once she has enscorcelled Fancy, Yamyra grabs a small cobblestone from the alleyway.
Love, try & take her alive please.
As the dweomer of protection settles about her form the statuesque outsider rises, much like a marionette whose stings have been drawn by a master puppeteer, sure & definite; the scarf falling from about her head to reveal the blazing sigil beneath.
Fancy runs lightly toward the last viewed location of the now-vanished 'provocateur'.
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As Yamyra finishes casting her spell on her faithful companion and follows that by drawing her sling she can see Fancy approaching the last position of the shadowy figure. However the eidolon stops at the entrance, not seeing anyone other than Gared and Carmina who still wait in the main room. Fancy is soon joined by Horven who like the others loses sight of the stranger.
Ganer, "?", Anafa, Horven, Carmina, Fancy, Gared.
Ganer had been keeping an eye on Horven's hiding spot as well as the tavern, and so saw the halfling moving. Ganer followed, readying his shield and mace as he did so.
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Ganer arrives at the entrance to the tavern rejoining his companions. He peers into the main room but only sees his friends. Whoever the others had detected is nowhere in sight.
The rest of you pause for a few seconds waiting for someone to announce their presence but other than the sounds of your breathing, nothing reaches your ears.
Round 1: Ganer, "?", Anafa, Horven, Carmina, Fancy, Gared.
Seeing no target for her sling, Yamyra takes a moment to enshroud herself in the same dweomer she wove about Fancy.
Horven draws his weapon, but takes no other action.
As she notices someone at the entrance of the house, Carmina starts her "Innocent bystander" ruse, but abandons it as she notices the familiar figure of Yamyra's eidolon.
"Who... Who are- Fancy, what is it? Have you seen anything?"
Gared begins to search around the room for the figure, moving quietly as he goes, putting a finger to his lips to motion for the others to quiet.
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As Gared moves through the main room of the tavern and approaches one corner of the room, he is startled to hear a voice utter something in a panicked tone. Before he can puzzle what the words are, a vivid cone of clashing colors springs forth from the corner engulfing both Gared and Carmina!
As the light show fades away you can all see the source of the illumination: A single person wearing what smells like unwashed clothing standing about 20' from the entrance. Due to the dim light it is hard to make out further details about the individual.
, "Enemy".
"Hey, from where's that smell- Urgh!"
"She's casting Colour Spray!" Yamyra cries out as the chromatic wave washes over her companions.
Gared was completely surprised by the bright vivid colors coming out of the dark but tried to fight off the magic none the less...
As her eyes recover from the colorful assault, Carmina mentally prepares to fight off hordes of invisible nidalese wizard-slavers, but calms down a little when she notices that the enemy consists of one completely outmatched and cornered person, who did not even look much like a slaver to her.
The situation not being as clear as it could be, she decides to keep her claws seathed for the moment, instead resorting to words to subdue.
"Surrender! You are outnumbered six to-" She notices Gared lying in the ground, the dwarf's mind overwhelmed by the spell. "... Well, five to one! But the rest of us are not weak-willed to succumb to such amateurish tricks."
Close, but allow her to surrender if Carmina's words have moved her, love...
Knowing the likelihood of melee was imminent & rising, Yamyra allowed her sling to slowly cease it's whirling as she brought an incantation of inquiry to mind, lips & fingers.
Fancy closes with the odorous assailant, her arms held in such a way that their full length is not immediately apparent, though her hands are open & ready to deliver blows should continued violence prove necessary.
Horven moves into flanking with Fancy, but holds on the attack to see if the assailant becomes violent.
Attack(if needed):; crit confirm: ; damage: plus sneak attack.
Finding no one in the tavern, and Gared unconscious, Ganer decided to deal with the issue at hand. He headed toward the unconscious dwarf and conjured water to splash his friend in the face.
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Gared heads towards his fellow dwarf to awaken him. As he enters the tavern room, he can see by his darkvision a thin man standing in one of the corners of the room. As he casts his spell the tavern floor is washed with water flowing from Gared's hand.
While Ganer regains consciousness, he still sees bright motes of light blocking his vision. Worse, he finds his muscles unresponsive to his brain commands.
Yamyra sends a mental signal to her eidolon to approach the individual ready to subdue him. The statuelike crature is joined by Horven flanking the individual.
Carmina's call for the figure to surrender is greeted with derisive laughter. "Ha, ha, ha haaaa! Do you think you rank Pathfinders can defeat me?" He starts giggling again and all of you can tell this man (as Yamyra belatedly realized now) is not completely stable.
He spreads his arms out to cast another spell...
...but his spell fails miserably! Horven and Fancy both interpret this as a hostile act and proceed to strike him. While the eidolon's blows are not effective, Horvens dagger finds a spot between the man's thighs and buttocks, eliciting a cry of pain!
Fancy, grab him!
Yamyra's brows furrow as she continues to study the odoriferous caster.
Realizing she may be a bit too close to get a good angle on their opponent, Fancy steps back She then reaches out to the smelly madman, her fingers spread to clutch & contain.