Grafelda opens the door, and motions everyone else to hurry inside. She signs that Beorn should drag the dead/unconscious guard in there as well.
Slipping inside and dragging the unconcious guard with him, the young man chuckled, looking down at his stolen sword.
"Guess I didn't need to snag this after all."
Geoffrey helps Beorn carry the guard so as not to make noise. Motioning for everyone to remain quiet, as if they needed to be reminded...
Once in the room Geoffrey looks around at the weapons. "Confiscated" looks promising and he goes for those boxes first.
Ventus quickly pulls on a uniform after freeing himself of his rags, removing a small leather-bound book from them and tucking it inside his uniform's pocket. He searches the "confiscated" box, praying for a holy symbol.
Finally, Ventus searches the weapons cache for some daggers or falling that, a club or quarterstaff.
Grafelda will grab a chain shirt and put it on if there is one available. She will also search for her katana in the confiscated chests. "I feel our chances are much better now. How many guards were in that other room?"
Harzhen looks around, hoping to find a bow or ranged weapon of some kind. He takes a longsword, peering down the length of the blade to examine its craftsmanship. He also ponders thoughtfully over a chain shirt for a few seconds before sighing and pulling it on.
Ventus will also use prestidigitation to clean himself up and anyone else who will let him. If anyone refuses, he'll warn You want to stay dirty? You may as well put on a name tag that says "I'm a prisoner in a guard's uniform" but ultimately will not press them past that.
Grafelda will gladly accept a cleaning up. "Thank you...didn't catch your name. I'm Grafelda." She says to Ventus when he helps her.
Geoffrey takes his gear if he is able to find it and several extra arrows.
"We don't have time, if they are close enough to make out my face it won't matter." he says to Ventus. While the others don armour and the like he watches the hall for any guards. Readying his bow if he needs to attack.
I am Ventus Cloudstrider, and you? Ventus speaks while waving his hands at Grafelda, her skin now showing its brownish-green tones which had been muted by the black filth.
You guys can find any of your pre-arrest gear in the "CONFISCATED" box. Holy symbols, katanas, bows, arrows, armor, anything you need.
In the Confiscated box, Cillian comes up with a fine looking coat, a leather satchel and a cane with a head shaped like grinning-and-crying theatre masks placed back to back, but nothing else of note.
"Alright, one thing that needs to be said: Some of these guards are villainous bastards. Some are just people doing their jobs. We don't know which ones are which, so they all get the benefit of the doubt. That means no killing. Anyone who decides to get bloodthirsty gets trussed up and left behind. This is an escape, not a spree of revenge."
Where did that come from? I sound like my father. Hope none of them react like I would. Too late now.
"Clear?"
Ventus cries a tear in delight at his holy symbol's return; he reties its leather cord and puts it carefully around his neck and tucks it under his uniform. Praise to the All-Seeing Eye! he will also put his component pouch on his belt and then search the room for a bag or backpack to put his robes into--he's fond of them, but won't bother escaping with them if he has to hold them.
Seeing Cillian's cane, he points to it and his holy symbol and exclaims, Do my eyes deceive me? Are you also a worshipper of Nethys?
"I just appreciate the power of symbolism. These are theatre masks. Nethys and I have been thinking a lot alike lately."
Beorn looks down at the bleeding guard that he took down in the hall. People get in my way and I hit them. he explains as he adjusts the shoulder straps to his greatsword with an ivory bear's head carved into the pommel. I ain't real good at patching them back up. That will have to be someone else's job.
He goes on to add a longsword, cold iron morning star, and silver kukri to his belt, and a brace of javelins with throwing cords attacked in a quiver over his other shoulder. No sign of my coin purse he complains.
"I'm not joking. Pull your punches, hit them with the flat of that sword, use a club instead, whatever you have to do. If we leave a trail of bodies out the door, the manhunt will be like nothing you've ever heard of. If we bust them up and leave them alive, they look incompetent and won't even want to admit we escaped. We're already going to have bounty hunters after us when we get out of here. They offer a lot more for escaped murderers than regular escapees. You might be fine with that kind of heat, but I'm not."
Harzhen looks up from gathering his recovered gear to observe Cillian and Beorn with his green, catlike eyes. "I agree. My war is not with these mere lackeys. The blood of murder will never wash clean, it is said. I would rather not stain my soul needlessly."
I am not disagreeing with you, only stating that I lack the skills to patch people up. I did pull the punch by the way. If you do not want that one to bleed out I recommend you try first aid on him, or find someone who can. If there is a sap he will add it to his inventory.
"That was pulling? Remind me not to let you hit me."
Grafelda finishes equipping her gear. She's now shrouded in dark grey and green mottled cloth, with only her eyes visible. There is a katana on her back and coil of rope wrapped around her body. A small pouch and a grappling hook are attached to her belt. Listening to the men talk she says, "Got it m'lord. No killing. I've got these smokesticks...we could throw them into that room with the guards and then escape out the door. Knock them out if they come for us. It won't be long before they come looking for their friends, we better hurry."
Smiling at his hobgoblin friend's garb, Cillian shook his head. [b]"'Felda, when we get out of this place, remind me to explain the difference between 'stealthy' and 'inconspicuous'."
He nods at the others. "I don't kill without knowing they deserve it."
Waiting for them all to be ready he looks at the little one. "Good plan, we could distract them with that, knock them out, and have a descent headstart if no alarm is raised. How many guards will be stationed outside or guarding any walls? Maybe we should borrow some horses."
Grafelda shrugs, unsure how to answer Geoffrey's question. Turning to Cillian she says, "If you remember m'lord, I was taken while on a mission. These aren't my normal street clothes. Though, I would of course be happy to hear your explanation."
"I should hope you don't wear your pajamas in the street." Cillian said with a chuckle.
I agree, killing should not be our aim, but my punches are not the type that can be pulled, Ventus smiles wryly and holds out a fist. The lightning patterns on his skin glow blue and a faint crackle of electricity is heard. I have a spell for electric punches, and also one ranged spell, magic missile if you have heard of it. It doesn't deal strong blows, but it hits unerringly. I can also call lightning down all around me--a trick I picked up at the academy--but I don't like to use it since it hits both friends and foes.
Unarmed Strike Rules
"A Medium character deals 1d3 points of nonlethal damage with an unarmed strike."
....Normal: Without this feat, you are considered unarmed when attacking with an unarmed strike, and you can deal only nonlethal damage with such an attack.
As I don't see improved unarmed strike on your sheet, or any other ability that grants it I have to assume that you are in fact mistaken.
I would also point out that without improved unarmed strike under normal rules you aren't considered threatening, and would provoke AOOs for making an attack (though not in this case since he was flat footed). See attacks of opportunity section of combat rules for details.
Cillian checks the guard and attempts to stabilize him.
"Wow. What the heck did you hit this guy with?"
The man seems stabilized and looks up at Cillian, confused. He rubs his throat and chokes out "Hell...hell."There is pure fear in his eyes and he begins to glance around nervously.
Cillian rolls his eyes and gives the guard a sharp rap on the back of the head with the edge of his hand to knock him out again.
"So much for the not killing. That's an attempted murder if I've ever seen one. Next best option would normally be leaving no witnesses, but since they're already aware of who we are, we'd better just run."
Seeing that the element of surprise is lost the large northman charges the guard.
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Geoffrey also finds his monks robes and stuffs them into his backpack to change outfits later. He has his bow showing over his shoulder, one half secured in his pack which doubled as a makeshift quiver for his arrows. He looked quite uncomfortable in the borrowed guard uniform. "Please don't mistake me in the confusion."
"We need to go."
"Here," Grafelda says, handing Geoffrey a tindertwig and smokestick, "On my signal light this and throw it into that room."
Grafelda will also ready a smokestick and get in position next to the door to the room where the guards are. Once everyone is ready she'll give a signal to light and throw them.
Harzhen has gathered his gear, replacing the chain shirt with his trusty black studded leathers. His greatsword he straps to his back. He carries his longbow at the ready, a blunt arrow nocked. A length of rope hangs from his belt, as do a pair of daggers. He looks to the others, awaiting movement.
Cillian takes position off to the side of the door, waiting.
Ventus draws his dagger and awaits the others, ready to cast a spell if an enemy comes into sight.
Geoffrey takes the smoke stick.
"ok im ready.
Geoffrey and Grafelda toss their smokesticks into the expansive room.
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