Litsy patiently waits for the dragon to answer her business proposal. When there's no reply, she shrugs. "Eh, worth a try.Rude."
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The massive glowing eyes have remained in the shadows of the rafters unblinking.
Meanwhile chaos has gripped the bar as a four way duel of sorts kicks off.
A strange smell hits variel and litsy reminding them of strong wine or potent apple jack. It hits the teenaged girl particularly hard. She has to brace herself against a table as the room spins and her head is filled with euphoric butterflies. Last time this happened someone she wanted to impress, was it a boy? Or maybe it was one of the older gang members, memory's fuzzy. But they nicked a bottle of expensive liquor and despite being light headed after only a couple of sips she felt compelled to press on. She had forgotten that particular feeling between mild buzzing and gastronomic catastrophe until now.
Variel catches Litsy tipping over oit of the corner of his eye when he turns to say something he feels hos belt suddenly getting lighter as his belt pouches suddenly come undone and fall to the floor to a very audible noise like someone cursing followed by frantic skittering comes from between his feet.
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Variel keeps 1 one on his bow while slashing down with his scimitar after enchanting it quickly. Hopefully whatever was skittering between his feet he could catch a bit of with his blade and make it pay for loosening his belt pouches.
+1 magic slashing attack for
miss chance 1-50
Alas all Variel ended up doing was gouging the floor as he was too distracted by Litsy upheaving by the bar.
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Variel manages to put a solid gouge into the wood floor below him narrowly avoiding an impromptu vasectomy and losing his pants in the same motion.
A monstrous laughter joins the madmans cacophany at the peak of which all the shutters and windows of the bar fly open letting in a cold breeze off the river.
There's a pregnant pause as it seems something incredibly bad is about to happen as the ghoatly laughter is punctuated by a woman screaming.
And then suddenly it stops.
Perched on a window facing the street a green iridescent creature resembling a cross between a dragon, a cat and a butterfly sits looking somewhat shocked. Before anyone can recover it smiles coyly.
"I'm afraid that concludes this portion of our entertainment for this afternoon. If you did not pay for your ticket at the entrance fear not! Our diligent staff has already collected the appropriate fee from your persons! Please take advantage of this intermission to stretch your legs as we approach the climax of the evening!"
With a flutter of glittery wings the dragon dips below the windowsill out of sight before coming back into sight a brief second later carrying what appears to be a fish net full of very fine items including a quite well crafted rapier sticking awkwardly out of it. Very fine, and very familiar items indeed making their way down the street at speed. Though luckily the size and awkwardness of the dragons cargo seems to be giving it some trouble.
Frowning, Merelda spits on the already dirty floor.
“So that’s what he was playing at…”
She then wanders over and sits in a chair, obviously disgusted st the situation rather than the fish. She waves vaguely at retreating dragon.
”If you want your stuff back, you will have to catch him I guess.”
Words are scattered now within and between the laughter. Words of welcome, entreaty and command.
Played us all like fiddles and left us covered with fish guts. Perhaps we should put them in a pot of water and see how long it takes to boil.
Litsy would have probably said something extremely annoying along the lines of I knew it! before chasing the damn lizards for her stuff, if she wasn't still crumpled on the floor, enjoying the rest of the completely stoned.
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Foul knave! Come back here and face us! What are you, a cowardly spawn of a salamander? Beorn chases after the dragon.
On seeing the gear with the Micro-Dragon Pollux does a rapid mental inventory of everything they own and neatly detach any emotional significance from where it might be encrusted on something so transient as an object.
Equanimity restored a distant anger fills the stranger. Pollux considers the neighborhood and the likelihood of the airborne pair of future boots making it to a hiding spot before the Mayor's mighty minions or the voracious maws of the many-headed interfere.
Pollux rejects the interference idea stillborn. This thing has a plan. As Beorn begins to run Pollux moves to the window and, unless the target is well out of range taxes a careful shot with a little used light crossbow. . I suppose hitting the net and spilling the loot is not in the cards so we will settle for base . Following the shot Pollux will move to follow the speeding Beorn.
Giggling lightly, Merelda looks at the others running out.
Well, at least that part of the dragon's plan worked the way he wanted.
She then half-halfheartedly waves a hand a them and whispers to herself.
"But wait...I warned you not to leave regardless of what the dragon said..."
She then shrugs and shakes fish heads out of her cloak, and then spits again as she raises an eyebrow.
"Nobody is listening to me again: Big surprise there."
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Pollux pauses midstep.
"I was clever just then. I should try to do that more."
Pollux turns and heads back to the bar. Castor climbs onto the strangers shoulder. One of them begins to whistle.
A muffled groan comes out of Litsy's mouth. It sounds a lot like "shaddap" , but with her current lateral position, that's hard to say, and whether she's addressing anyone in particular is anyone's guess.
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Charge! Your mother was a newt and your father smelt of goblins!
Looking at Pollux, then the rat now perched on his shoulder, she shakes her head tiredly.
"I knew the rat was the one in charge. You might as well admit it..."
She points back towards Litsy.
"You should help your little friend at least, if you can. I got nothing here except an empty pocket and scabbard."
Pollux ignores points and heads for the kitchen. There they carefully navigate the slime until they find a rope and bucket. Lowering the bucket down the oyster hole they fill it with water and draw it back up with some difficulty.
Again walking carefully Pollux take the bucket over to the prostrate Shelyn and proceeds to dump the contents over them both. Now marginally less wiffy the stranger looks for a snack. "Are there any turnips left?" says Pollux as their eyes rove over the space looking for clear, supported out of the way places for the rum soaked smaug to store treasure.
Pollux is missing his spell component pouch (which doesn't help versus command to my annoyance. Merelda is indeed miasing her rapier, litsy her mw handcrossbow,and beorn his wallet.
So as to not spend a month trying to do a chase bit while two other players sit there bored I just did opposing acrobatics for as many rounds as it takes to reach the destination. If you beat it once you can take a standard action against it as it comes just within reach. If you bear it two consecutive rounds the chase is effectively over as you corner it.
Litsy comes to her senses a round after the pair ran out of the tavern after the dragon. The first round she can run she takes a penalty to her acrobatics by dint of needing to actually catch up.She catches up fast though using shortcuts and paths known only to the unseen few and manages to catch up to it almost as soon as she gets up driven by anger.
The barrel chested bard moves with surprising grace and catches up to it almost at the same time as Litsy.
Variel for all his martial training and conviction is not nearly as light on his feet and struggles just to keep it in sight often relying on the yelling and insults of the bard to guide him. It surprises him more than anyone to see litsy dive out of a side alley almost on top of it.
Litsy and Beorn can go ahead and take their standard action on the round they catch up to it. It effectively can't take an attack of opportunity but is otherwise unhindered.
Otherwise go ahead and describe how the chase goes up until that point. The dock is crowded and most people choose to ignore or are otherwise apathetic to the chase. People that do notice tend to dive out of the way of a swinging pointy object that bumps on nearly anything slightly wider than the dragon.
In the meantime Pollux and Merelda are left alone in the bar for the next couple of minutes so if pollux wants to roll out a search for things he may.
Beorn thunders down the street after the reptilian rascal that has purloined their property, cursing it as he tries to dodge the crowd. Sighting Litsy rushing along with him, Beorn takes a chance and skids to a stop. Pointing his finger at the bag, he proclaims. DROP THAT RIGHT NOW! and a greasy substance coats it.
When Litsy opens her eyes, everything hurts.
The lights are too bright and Merelda's voice is too loud and her head feels like someone took out her brain and gave it a good shake and then out it back upside down inside her skull. She remembers having felt like that before, she realises, not in a similar way but exactly like that before, like someone messed with time.
Something's wrong. Her right wrist feels a lot lighter. "That motherf+*@er-" she mumbles, staggering to her feet, before rushing out of the door.
The damn lizard's right ahead, she thinks. Everything is a mess - she kind of sees double. But she can hear Beorn's shouting just fine, and even with a splitting headache, she knows Kintargo's streets better than most.
She takes shortcut after shortcut. It takes every inch of focus to remember them all, and there's a couple of times where she's afraid she might actually be moving further away - if it weren't for Beorn's continuous stream of insults keeping her on the track, sounding closer and closer. Another turn, and suddenly the dragon zips past, only a few feet away, and she's running at Beorn's side.
He looks quite surprised to see her. She doesn't hold it against him. She's quite surprised to have reached him too.
They weren't always on the same page, Beorn and her- but for once, they share a look of mutual understanding.
As he skids to a stop and she hears the first words of his spell, she doesn't slow down - only starts running on the dragon's right, putting some space between them. She moves her hand to her rapier's handle.
If I need botting: if the dragon drops the items on the grease and has to stop to pick them up, she'll sneak attack on it. If he avoids falling in the grease, she'll try to outrun it and block its way.
Getting everyone else posts before continuing.
Continuing to Ignore anyone else in the bar Pollux saunters seemingly at random and muttering. Castor attentively scampering about
Ignoring the mysterious rat and his mad henchmen, Merelda sighs and goes to check on Sasha collapsed in a heap.
“Are you alive Ms. Sasha? It looks like we have a dragon to find…and catch…if you can manage to stand.”
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VAriel thought he had a good jump on the rest of the group as he barreled out of the bar. Unfortunately for him that is exactly what he did...hit a barrel. Righting himself at the last moment Variel prevented himself from falling on his face. The moment was lost though and Variel was unable to gather his momentum again. It wasn't until 3 streets later that Variel even felt that he was keeping up with the foul creature. Somehow though he remains close enough that he sees Litsy appear out of nowhere as if she was invisible. Just past her was Beorn and he had no idea how he got in front of him either. It didn't matter though as long as one of them stopped the undead dragon thing and the recovered the goods and captured it for questioning.
The tiny dragon laughs as he rises higher and away. "Well played! But are you satisfied with merely a partial prize?"
As he finishes his sentence he takes off at an even greater speed giving you enough time to see him clutching a bulging coin pouch. He seems nigh impossible to keep up with and you find yourselves following his iridescent trail more than the dragon himself. You finally catch up to him in a quieter part of the docks that border old kintargo. He slows down just enough for you to see him looking around from side to side before he darts down a particular alleyway. As you rush towards it you hear a woman's scream followed by a distinctively wet smack and a man's voice comijg from within.
"Shit your whorin mouth or I'll bleed you nice and slow like."
Another man's voice cuts in. "What the hells was that just now? Where'd this bag fall from?"
"Some tiefling nutter no doubt saw us and did a runner. Let's stick her and run before more show up." The first man's voice responds.
Pollux in the meantime finds a newfound appreciation for an 8nderatanding of the human psyche. In a world where using magic comes down to training, learning, or simply having the right pedigree, it's far too easy to look at aupernatural things and simply assume magic is involved. But getting behind curtains, looking under tables and getting close and personal qith the floorboards he finds simple mechanisms, fine but strong wire, and a number of triggers thatbwould be difficult for someone of human size to reach, but perhaps a rat or a small animal with just the right cantrip for the job could make it work. He does manage to find three bags tucked away in hidden places. To his delight he finds one with a loaded and primed rat trap inside. Another filled with sticky and smelly glue. And another with a well worn and yellowed copy of the script for "The Triad of Snakes" a mediocre morality play about a group of thieves who betray and murder one another for a treasure that doesn't exist
Litsy sighs. Of course there would have been trouble ahead. Of course it would have. And not the kind of trouble you can just pretend not to have noticed either - like a grandma getting her purse stolen.
Just their luck.
Beorn shares Litsy's opinion and is mightily miffed at the whim of fate to throw such a problem in their way. Determined to not let if slow down their pursuit of JUSTICE! Beorn draws his blade and barrels into the alley roaring STOP THY FOUL ASSULT AT ONCE AND BEGONE!
Pollux snags the play and finds a seat at a clean table to read.
Midway through the stranger states to no one.
"I've read this before but it had Falcon in it. It was better then."
As Pollux reads the traps and triggers begin to fire one by one.
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Variel quickly learns that he is not able to even come close to catching the dragon. Instead he gathers the dropped items as quickly as he can throwing them haphazardly into his pack. Once that is done he does his best to try and get a sight of Beorn who might have a sight of Litsy whom might have a sight of the dragon.
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Coming round the corner beorn is greeted by the sight of a dead end alleyway between two warehouses. Filled mostly with detritus and the discarded refuse of river voats of the past.
The pair of men within are armed and armoured in such a way as to suggest starving mercenaries, or veterans who left out the wrong end of the army. One is bending towards what looks to be Beorn's coin pouch scattered on the ground as if tossed there haphazardly. He stops midreach his sword held in his other hand. The second man is leaned over the wall at the end of the alleyway his rough hand clasped around the bruised and teary eyed face of a Garundi woman, her brightly colored
and torn dress and foreign features a sharp contrast to the pale flesh and drab workers clothes of the native chelaxian holding a sword pointed toward her belly.
The one holding the woman pauses and growls at Beorn, "You get one chance to turn away stranger. You can either be silent and go back the way you came or die bravely here."
In response to his companions ultimatum the nearer man stands up and stares pointedly at Beorn the grip on his sword tightening. It's clear at a glance he knows how to use it.
Vatiel hears the exchange as he nears the corner and see Beorn his sword pointed down the alleyway. Lirsy is already in the alleyway yet unseen about 15ft. From the nearer man. The one holding the woman down is fifty foot away from Beorn.
Dadha seems okay but is stunned into absolute silence as the bar seems to self destruct on its own accord.
Since no one seems to have noticed her (yet) and Beorn is judiciously drawing all the attention to himself, Litsy attempts to move quietly and discreetly to the man holding the Garundi woman.
Merelda sits genuinely amazed at the utter frivolity the dragon managed in his ‘lair’ over time. She shakes her head.
“I was outmatched before we even started wasn’t I? Im starting to really like this dragon!”
Come now good man! Turn that frown upside down! Isn't this all so ridiculous!
This spell afflicts the subject with uncontrollable laughter. It collapses into gales of manic laughter, falling prone. The subject can take no actions while laughing, but is not considered helpless. After the spell ends, it can act normally. On the creature’s next turn, it may attempt a new saving throw to end the effect. This is a full round action that does not provoke attacks of opportunity. If this save is successful, the effect ends. If not, the creature continues laughing for the entire duration.
Litsy creeps her way closer to about thirty feet from the man pinning the woman to the wall when he bursts out laughing uncontrollably. Falling to the ground he clutchea at his chest and tries in vain to bring his weapon to bare.
The first man looks confused for but a moment before he charges towarss Beorn bellowing a battlecry.
Group is up first.
Litsy can take a surprise round as she started hidden, or she can wait till her turn and start hidden from there.
Variel is around the corner but well within double.move of the firat man. First man is 20ft from Beorn.
Litsy keeps creeping towards the man laughing hysterically, and draws her rapier.
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Variel hears the commotion and makes all haste to catch up to his companions.
Perception
Turning the corner he sees Beorn facing 2 men. It looked like he had taken care of one of them but the other was advancing now with a blade in his hand. It then dawned on him that Litsy was no where to be seen! Beorn, where is Litsy? Did she continue to follow the dragon?
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Litsy rolls her eyes. Moron's going to blow my cover.
No matter how well-intentioned, Variel still has trouble understanding that not seeing her is a good sign...
I have not. Let us deal with this thug post haste!
Beorn meets the man's charge and strikes
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Litsy gets within 15ft. of the first man who is appearing to recover. Still laughing hysterically he manages teary eyed to get up to his knees.
The nearer man practically impales himself upon Beorn's rapier. So rushed and reckless Beorn barely has to put any strength into it as his blade sinks deep into the mans chest likely going through something important. The shock of it throws the mans swing off wildly.
Variel manages to reach Beorn as he catches him skewering the man and artfully leaning out of the mans wild return swing.
group up
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The nearer man practically impales himself upon Beorn's rapier.
Litsy closes the distance with the man who is still kneeling.
The upside-down face of a teenager beams at him. "Hi," it says cheerfully, before cold steel meets his throat.
The nearer man practically impales himself upon Beorn's rapier.
GET DOWN AND STAY DOWN! Beorn intimidates the men into not throwng their lives away.
Shaking her head Merelda starts moving around slowly trying to clean the place up.
“Might as well try and get this place ready for business tonight.”
The man's only response as he brings his sword back up is a swift and loud "To hells with that!" Before being mercilessly cut down by Variel's uncompromising blade.
On the other end of the alley a morbid scene plays out as Litsy takes the life of the man laughing his last. Shoiving her blade deep into the side of his neck and cutting towards his chin blood erupts in a wheezing spray as artery and windpipe are slashed in one swift motiin. Beorn's magic not allowing him to even scream as he laughs the last of his blood and life forcefully in a dirty alley.
The Garundi woman looks on in absolite terror as the violent scene plays out before her with only the wall behind her preventing her from going into a full bown sprint away from the scene.
LITSY! Beorn is shocked at her cutting the thug's throat. We had him helpless and we could make him surrender. His fool of a companion threw away his chance to live and so paid the price, but we could have made the same offer to that one. Beorn sees if magical healing would save the thug's life.
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Variel turned to the remaining thug only once his scimitar erupted from the man’s abdomen. It took him a second to realize what he was seeing as it seemed only a shadow passed across the man’s throat before the fountain of bubbling blood. Only then did he see Litsy standing there. Oh there you are. Glad to see you are safe. I thought you were still after the dragon. That means it got away from us. We will get it next time!
Variel then gives Beorn a look and nods towards the women letting him take the lead talking. Variel will help Litsy strip the men for valuables and pile the bodies in a corner. I know these thugs deserved what they got but at some point we are going to need saps to knock people out and redeem the rather then just killing them.
Well, not redeem, more like put the fear in them so they won't do this again. He turns to the woman. Madam, I am terribly sorry, traumatizing you was something I really didn't want to do, I wanted to scare them off. Please be assured we won't harm you and you are free to go. Do you need any escort home?