Seeing the majority of spells are flying toward the ambushers and not from them, Sykala maintains her circling above the fray trying to determine just how many assailants there are.
Seeing the majority of spells are flying toward the ambushers and not from them, Sykala maintains her circling above the fray trying to determine just how many assailants there are.
The assailant on the roof takes a step back from the ledge and is out of view.
Sykala sees:
Initiative order :
20 Asim
16 Korian
14 Ixius
07 Ovirid
05 Ambusher on roof
?? Sykala
Ovirid readies his shield and moves (drawing his throwing axe) to the side of the street indicated by Korian, bringing the Crook Bearer's men with him if they haven't moved to join the others. "Asim, wouldja be any chance 'ave any one 'at might be fer 'oldin' a grudge agin ye? 'ould yon mage be attackin' ye 'r 's 'e attackin' th' group? Someone needs t' be fer watchin' t' see if'n 'at mage tries agin, but Ah'm fer thinkin' we continue on 'r way."
Ovirid will keep scanning the street for additional threats, especially from the building where he thought he spotted someone, but he says nothing about his suspicions just yet.
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Asim turns to Orivid for a second before resuming his scan of the street, calling over his shoulder. "Of course friend Dwarf, there could be many of my father's old Black Market friends who do not like my interruption of their work, so it is entirely possible that I am the target. given the timing though, I would assume otherwise."
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Perception
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Perception 1d20 + 11
Again, Ovirid glimpses someone who looks vaguely familiar but he is blending into the panicking crowd that is surging down side streets away from the confrontation.
"I agree" states the young mage, obviously angry yet still clam and collected [b]"I see no point in remaining sitting darwicks like this. I say we, with all due caution, make our way back to the lodge."
Turning to face the large warrior in the street he raises he voice slightly as he concludes with "But of course I defer to your greater experience in these matters Asim. Lead us where you think best and we shall follow."
Although constantly scanning for any further threats, Korian is putting the majority of his attention though on keeping a very close eye on the guard carrying the mask
Perception:
Korian Stats:
HP: 49 AC:13(17) T:12 F:12(16) CMD:13
Perception:+10 (+11 vs traps) Initiave:+1
Saves: Fort:4 Ref:6 Will:10 (+1 Ref vs traps)
Attack: Melee:MW ShortSword +3,1d6,19-20X2 Ranged:MW LightCrossbow,+4,1d8,19-29/x2
Spells: Cantrips 4/4, 1st 4/5, 2nd 5/5, 3rd 4/4 Plus: Acid Dart 8/8 1d6+2
Current Spells/Effects:
Mage Armor (1hr)
Again, Ovirid glimpses someone who looks vaguely familiar but he is blending into the panicking crowd that is surging down side streets away from the confrontation.
Ovirid squints, gazing into one of the side streets, N' where woulda 'ave seen 'at 'un afore? Mebbe summun from the auction?
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"I can see nothing else forthcoming at this point. I agree with you that it be best we try and make our way back to the lodge with all due haste. Orivid, Ixius. Keep an eye on those Guards and don't let them out of your sight. Korian, I will get you to bring up the rear and keep your eyes peeled for anything else out of the ordinary. I can only hope that our Druid friend is out there keeping an eye on us from above."
Vexed, Sykala circles on high for awhile still shadowing the party from a distance staying alert for any further danger.
"She is there, I am sure of it." Ixius says and follows the rest to the lodge, carefully watching for any trouble.
Although clearly not thrilled with his more vulnerable position at the rear of the group, the young mage nevertheless understands the importance of keeping the mask safe. Drawing his shortsword and keeping his eyes peeled for danger, Korian readies a spell to protect himself should there be any further attack. To his Dwarven friend ahead of him he whispers
'If I should disappear from sight, don't worry, I'll still be with you. It'll just be me going invisible for defense'
On his shoulder, a tiny pointed head sticks itself out out a fold of his Keffiyah, nose sniffing around for anything that may endanger it's master.
Korian's Correct Stats:
HP: 49 AC:13(17) T:12 F:12(16) CMD:13
Perception:+10 (+11 vs traps) Initiative:+5
Saves: Fort:4 Ref:6 Will:6 (+1 Ref vs traps)
Attack: Melee:MW ShortSword +3,1d6,19-20X2 Ranged:MW LightCrossbow,+4,1d8,19-29/x2
Spells: Cantrips 4/4, 1st 4/5, 2nd 5/5, 3rd 4/4 Plus: Acid Dart 8/8 1d6+2
Current Spells/Effects:
Mage Armor (30min?)
The party continues through the city without incident until you are right in front of the Pathfinder Lodge. As you approach, you see a woman struggling with a hulk of a man. The woman is Neferet and the man is trying to grab from her a scroll case.
"ere, now! 'at's nu way t' be treatin' a lady!" The still-armed dwarf will jog toward the two, but will refrain from attacking until he knows what's going on. He will tuck his axe into his shield hand for the moment as a sign that he doesn't plan to use it immediately.
(Assuming the man is Not known to Asim or Korian)
Readying to cast Grease on the scroll case itself, Korian steps up beside Orivid saying
"Yes indeed Fellow. This woman is known to us so I suggest you desist your actions immediately and explain yourself."
If they keep struggling or if one of them tries to take off with the case Korian will cast his spell on it.
(If the man Is known to us)
"Here now my man, what is going on here?" the young mage inquires, casting a stern looking on the troublesome young woman.
When Korian and Ovirid challenge the man, he hesitates and then pushes Neferet and the scroll case to the ground and begins to run off. You do not recognize the man. Seems like just a common thug.
When Korian and Ovirid challenge the man, he hesitates and then pushes Neferet and the scroll case to the ground and begins to run off. You do not recognize the man. Seems like just a common thug.
Ovirid follows the man at a trot just long enough to verify that he's not doubling back and to see which way he goes. At any rate, he'll stay in sight of his friends.
Checking for others that might have been in on the assault with the thug:
Perception
Ixius picks up the scroll case and hands it to Neferet, looking at it nonchalantly while he does so.
"Did he hurt you?"
Offering a hand to help the beautiful scholar off the ground, Korian echos Ixius' question saying "Yes, are you well? And what was that all about?"
Tarren:
Tarren:
** spoiler omitted **
Neferet holds the scroll case out in front of her. "I told you I could get a scroll from the library of the Ruby Prince! Someone must have seen the royal insignia and recognized its value!"
She then realizes she's just blurted out on the street that she's committed a crime that could get her arrested. "Can we go inside now," she asks, looking around nervously.
Sighing internally and deciding to put aside his suspicions for now, Korian smiles politely as he says "Well, I suppose the least we can do is get those dirty clothes of yours cleaned up while we take a look at your scroll."
And with a gesture, Korian will lead the others into the lodge and to a private room where they can rest, get refreshments and talk before beginning on their journey.
Ovirid
Korian would like to confront Neferet about her resemblance to the statue at some point, but since your holding on to it, I'm happy to have you do it. And then, unless you'd rather not, he'd like to smash it finally to see if there's anything inside as he's suspected all along.
Sighing internally and deciding to put aside his suspicions for now, Korian smiles politely as he says "Well, I suppose the least we can do is get those dirty clothes of yours cleaned up while we take a look at your scroll."
And with a gesture, Korian will lead the others into the lodge and to a private room where they can rest, get refreshments and talk before beginning on their journey.
Ovirid
** spoiler omitted **
Korian
Tarren:
Ovirid/Terran
As for Neferet, Korian will ask her then and will be happy for Ovirid's presence. He'll ask her in front of everybody in fact.
Ovirid/Terran
** spoiler omitted **
Korian/Tarren:
Sykala:
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Asim begins to start off after the man, but realizes that all of them would never be able to follow him thorugh the busy streets and so gives up and returns to the party after a short distance, not wanting to confront him alone in case he has allies hanging around.
"What happened and why was this man trying to accost you," he asks Neferet, missing the previous conversation.
Asim begins to start off after the man, but realizes that all of them would never be able to follow him thorugh the busy streets and so gives up and returns to the party after a short distance, not wanting to confront him alone in case he has allies hanging around.
"What happened and why was this man trying to accost you," he asks Neferet, missing the previous conversation.
"Asim, lad, we 'r fer takin' th' talk inside t' be fer gettin' t' th' bottom o' a few things." He looks at Korian significantly.
Korian nods at Asim and Ovirid and continues to hold the door open for them to head inside.
Asim begins to start off after the man, but realizes that all of them would never be able to follow him thorugh the busy streets and so gives up and returns to the party after a short distance, not wanting to confront him alone in case he has allies hanging around.
"What happened and why was this man trying to accost you," he asks Neferet, missing the previous conversation.
Holding the scroll case aloft, Neferet explains to Asim, "This! Korian didn't trust me. He wanted me to prove that I was who I said I was. So I retrieved this from the palace archives. Now do you believe that I am a researcher in Sothis?"
Neferet unrolls a scroll written in modern Osirion that discusses the Four Pharoahs of Ascension and their magical pact: through a series of spells, they bound their life forces together, ensuring that if one died, the others would die as well. It is stamped with a seal that she points to, "The seal of the chief advisor to the Ruby Prince."
Tarren:
Tarren:
** spoiler omitted **
The count continues for some distance and then enters a stone inn with a wide marble walkway and an enclosed garden oasis.
Sykala:
As Sykala flutters over the inn where the Paracount is staying, he walks out into the courtyard garden, ignoring the slaves who water the flowering plants, and pacing anxiously.
Soon, Esteban, enters and hands a small package to the Paracount who opens the cloth and looks inside. The Paracount grasps Esteban on one shoulder and beams. He lies upon a bench in the garden seeming very happy.
Tarren:
She watches the Paracount closely seeing if see can get a glimpse of what is in the cloth bag and for an opportunity to swoop down and snatch it from its resting place if she can get away with it. After all he just tried to steal from us didn't he? Anything that Esteban had dealings with did not sit well with her.
Looking around for overly interested strangers or possible threats, the dwarf growls, "Ah'm fer thinkin' we shouldna be 'avin' 'is conversation inna street. 'et's be fer goin' in. Put 'at scroll away fer th' moment, lass."
Tarren:
** spoiler omitted **
Sykala:
After a Esteban leaves, the Paracount begins to examine the contents of the cloth bag quite carefully, using some sort of magical ritual as he does. Finally, he draws a ornate, feathered mask out, and places it over his face, lying back to stare at the sky.
Tarren:
Jinx must make a perception check as he enters the Pathfinder lodge.
As Korian and Ovirid finally usher the crew out of the public eye and into the courtyard of the Pathfinder lodge, a winged shape flies so close to Jinx that ancestral memories of birds of prey cause his little weasel balls to try to find a place to hide well the rest of him is paralyzed in fear. Ixius, however, recognizes Sykala even when she takes the form of a bird.
After landing on the floor the eagle gives a piercing screech and begins to shift back into the human form of Sykala. Feathers shrink and fade into skin or grow and separate into hair. After she is done she gives Jinx a wicked smile, "You need watch better." Focusing on the rest of the group, "Esteban....Pa-ra-count, have feather mask. I know where is."
"What!?" Ixius looks around for the guard that supposedly had the mask on him.
"What!?" Ixius looks around for the guard that supposedly had the mask on him.
"That's ridiculous! It's right ...," the guard blanches as he pats down an empty leather bag.
Jinx tskses furiously at the Druid, both ashamed and angered that he had allowed her to cause him such a fright.
Equally furious, his tribal temper flaring up, Korian rounds on the man with the empty bag "You Fool! By Seth's Sagging Scrotum, you had ONE task! Of all the incompetent..." suddenly realizing though that this problem was likely several degrees above the man's pay-grade Korian immediately calms himself, his fury coming and vanishing as quickly as the tempests of his desert home. Or perhaps better said not vanishing exactly, but rather settling into a seething boil.
His tone much calmer, yet the anger still clear in his eyes he continues
"Nevermind, what's done is done and the thief was obviously skilled and likely used invisibility if they got past all of us unseen. Our focus now is on getting it back."
Turning to the shapeshifter and her companion Korian asks "Sykala, you shall have to lead us to where this mask is." and including Ixius he adds "And this Estaban of yours, perhaps now is the time to tell us of your relationship with him, or at least the highlights."
"As for you two" Korian barks, pointing at the guards "if you care for your jobs and perhaps your lives, I suggest you come with us and do all you can to get that damned mask back. Whatever it takes, we Must not let this Paracount enter the tomb before us."
Turning to his friends Korian finishes with "Asim, Ovirid, do either of you have anything else to add?"
After landing on the floor the eagle gives a piercing screech and begins to shift back into the human form of Sykala. Feathers shrink and fade into skin or grow and separate into hair. After she is done she gives Jinx a wicked smile, "You need watch better." Focusing on the rest of the group, "Esteban....Pa-ra-count, have feather mask. I know where is."
Tarren:
The dwarf does not say anything, just looks at the guard and his empty satchel, replaying the events of the trip back in his mind. Korian's question goes unheeded.