Sandu nearly trips, between the chairs and hit staff, as he moves across the room he gets near the man and swings wildly.
Desna smiles on the yet again as the staff cracks into the mage.
The sorcerer collapses to the dirty floor of the abandoned tavern.
Sandu kneels as soon as the man drops, worried that he may have killed him.
Sandu isn't especially successful in his first aid efforts, but the fallen sorcerer seems to have stabilized.
Olander, Mikkitar, and Jera slowly start to come round and recover from the effects of the spells.
"Ugh...that spellcaster was very bad-bad news. Did we get him-him?"
Mikkitar struggles to his feet, shaking his ratty face and rubbing his eyes.
Olander begins to wake from a bad dream that he failed to resist an evil sorcerer's spell, when he realizes far too late that his sword won't help him and that is indeed what happened. He doesn't realized how long he'll be stunned and unable to see, but within the following minute, his sight returns. As his eyes open and he sees the ceiling of hte room he fell, he feels a bit reassured, except he is still stunned for another six seconds. As the effects finally wear off, and he stands he laments, Well, that was some b+@#@%$# magic....
I need to learn some new tricks, clearly the sword will only get me so far if I fall down when the first enemy casts a spell. At the very least I should learn about spells generally
While examining the unconscious sorcerer and trying to administer first aid, Sandu finds three potions, a masterwork dagger, six darts, 35 gp, and an amethyst.
Sandu sets out the unconscious man's gear, he flips the dagger in his hand to feel the balance, "Fine work, anyone in need of a good blade?"
He stands rubbing at his ribs where the missile struck, "How is everyone else feeling, I could some of the Starsong's warmth, but I don't want to waste it if I am the only one hurt."
Indeed, each of us finds our own prefered 'blade'.
The party is all alert and awake again and you have a disarmed and unconscious sorcerer at your mercy.
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Nocki says "I gather this gem is worth 250 gold pieces, give or take depending on the merchant. Quite a beauty, no?" Then, looking at the wizard, he says "No one knows, him, huh? How about we gag and bind him and then go on. Surely something fishy is going on here." He clearly dismissed Sandu's offer of healing, assuming it was meant to the others.
Olander tries to think of what he knows of the legal status of the unconscious sorcerer and their actions.
It'll be mighty hard for him to tell us anything if he is gagged. Surely anyone nearby would have heard that fight, with the mighty thuds so many of us made on the floor. This is fishy, and he might have a few answers for us
Things are deserted and quiet enough that Olander doesn't think anyone outside the tavern would have heard anything.
"I suspect he is a scout, but the question is, if he does not come back is that an indication that all is clear? Or that there is trouble?"
He looks around concerned "If you bind him I can wake him.
"He will lie-lie and tell us whatever we want to hear. If you want to question him-him, so be it, but do not expect the truth at all-all."
Take 10 Craft(alchemy) 10+10=20
Mikkitar identifies the three potions as two potions of Cure Light Wounds and a single potion of Cure Moderate Wounds.
Nocki opens the door to find a hallway that ends in an open window over the water.
There are four abandoned rooms off the hallway that once served as sleeping quarters, but now are ruined and musty.
Nocki finds an abandoned office with an exit onto the partially collapsed dock behind the tavern.
Nothing about this place really screams out that it is the headquarters for a slaver's ring.
"Maybe this-this is a dead end? This place seems-seems abandoned, not in use for slave takers, yes-yes."
Not a dead end per say, we still have a prisoner we can talk to...
Sandu focuses on the Goddess of Fortune and reaches to touch his golden butterfly, an invisible wave pulses from him as though the area was filled with butterfly tickling against the soul.
With Sandu's channel, the sorcerer awakens.
He seems groggy and disoriented.
"Ohhhhhhh....." he moans and then leans over to retch.
A thin string of drool/vomit hangs from his mouth as he blinks stupidly.
Olander thinks to himself Man... I need to get better at just about everything. I doubt I'd ever scare a mouse... I best ask those pathfinders for some training to compliment my skill with a blade.
Olander, the one who the sorcerer dropped for over a minute with a single spell, attempts to look menacing.
Sandu whispers a silent prayer to Desna and kneels near him. "Sorry for hitting you, but you spooked me and my friends. What are you doing here? Are you a scout for the Nidalese?"
"Do I look Nidalese to you, you butterfly-worshipping fool?" the sorcerer spits back.
"There haven't been any of those slavers in Magnimar in years...."
"There hasn't been a rash of people getting snatch-snatched off the streets for years now-now. Funny how that works yes-yes."
Mikkitar paws through the reat of the room, looking for hidden doors, cupboards, or the like.
"Someone's been taking people, but there aren't any Nidalese here. That's just an easy villain to conjure up because of their past history."
"Someone to blame when nosey Pathfinders disappear."
"If you want to know about the street people who have been disappearing ... ask the city watch."
To the sorcerer, he backs up Nocki's play , but he whispers in the dwarf's ear" I think he meant, he'd blame Nidalese when 'we' or other pathfinder's went missing"
" And just who are you, and what nosey pathfinders are going missing? I think the city watch may just be interested in you trying to kill us all..."
The sorcerer looks confused at Nocki's outburst.
"It's true .... there aren't any Nidalese and haven't been any through Magnimar in years."
He's also a bit befuddled by Olander's question. "You ... you numbskull. There's those that would pay a bounty for a collection of the Society's newest recruits."