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It's a hairy situation in Sarcantasy... The advice of experienced adventurers would be useful! ;)

Creepy Elf Necromancer, I could almost kiss you! :D

An easy job.

Psst! Brue! Bloodbane is an Elf bane weapon. +2 to attack rolls, +2d6 to damage. ;)

"As you call Allevrah 'low-born', but she still manages to maintain control over a House of the Drow, I must assume she is mighty," Arca says in a businesslike tone. "You despise her. You must have gathered information about her strengths and weaknesses, the kind of preparations she makes to stack the deck in her favour. Anything you'd like to share on that subject before we get out of here?"

"Look on the dim side," Arca sighs. "Whoever she's going to squeeze was already in the pocket of a whoremongering drugdealer. They're just migrating to a better class of pocket."

Don't tempt me, man. :| Don't tempt me. Looks like we still need the Vonnarc to get at our target. That said: what is the DC on creating an alchemical time bomb big enough to blow this dump?

"Let's get this over and done with," Anklebiter Arca says, looking at the others. "Don't want to upset her by poking about just when we're getting adjacent to her good graces."

Yikes.... Best of luck.

So who gets the hat?

Anklebiter walks closer to Calla and whispers: "Make Magpie invisible. I'll have her fly overhead, check for people following us while we make a wide loop back to the Vonnarc."

"Agreed," Anklebiter says. "We should go somewhere public, try to lose ourselves in the crowd before we circle back."

I like the hat, but will let others go first.

Fortitude 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18. I'm fairly sure Anklebiter's energy absorption should deal with the heat. Now there's just the smoke....

"Bless you, Kel," Anklebiter says with apparent sincerity.

"We can go! We've got to go!" Anklebiter yells as he rejoins the others. "Find a window or something so we can avoid the crush!"

Meanwhile, Anklebiter is off freeing slaves.... How's that going for him? ^^;

"Oh, hells. Someone's set the building on fire! Brue, crack that safe! Lef, if Kelendra doesn't have the strength to walk, carry her! Calla, you gather up the loot, I'll .... I'll see what I can do."

Anklebiter is going to do the stupid hero thing and rush off to free the prostitutes....

"Alright, then," Anklebiter says. "I see you lads aren't interested in pursuing further employment in this establishment. Would you prefer to push off right now, fast as you can run, or...."

The Wizard says something in a lilting, sing-song language which causes the cheetah and the hound archon to growl and raise their hackles as they slowly stalk towards the two thugs.

Once the thugs are gone, one way or another, Anklebiter looks at the others.

"If those sods really are shackled to their work, so to speak, I'd like to cut 'em loose. There are limits."

"Well, that saves time having to carve them all up or whip the more tractable ones into submission," Anklebiter/Arca says, callously.

With a careless gesture, the Wizard banishes the black tentacles when they came, then points an imperious figure at one of the thugs.
"You. I want the bookkeeping. All of it."

A thought seems to occur to him, and he adds, thoughtfully: "The prostitutes you had chained up.... Are they really chained, or was that just pretense and have they done a runner along with the clientele? This place might be able to continue.... under the patronage of glorious House Vegaran, that is."

The Abjurer issues an ugly laugh.
"Flesh brings cash, after all, regardless whether it's warm or cold. Speaking of, we may want to dip into the petty cash so we can have the bodies ported home. After we've finished the looting, that is."

Anklebiter winks at Bruendor, Calla, Kelendra and Lefrik.
"I do believe this calls for a drink! Seems we've got a whole inn to do with as we please...."

The Hound Archon pushes roughly past one of the thugs who have surrendered to get at the Drider, its blade leading the way.

Hound Archon moves to C28 and attacks: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14 for 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 4) + 3 = 13 damage.

Anklebiter curses as he sees his conjured aide's blade skip off the drider's carapace, and squeezes his eyes to venomous slits as he tries to calculate the thing's resistance .... the strengths of it .... the weaknesses of it .... the flux and weave .... the gaps....!

Spell penetration 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

"Sagittae magicae, omne errore vacuae, volete!"
The Wizard's voice rings with triumph as five orbs of cool, blue light spin themselves out of thin air in front of him -- and then go rocketing off to impact with the Drider's flesh! Thud. Thud. Thud-thud-thud!

Provided it doesn't have Shield and I beat the SR, that's 5d4 + 5 ⇒ (2, 2, 3, 3, 2) + 5 = 17 unerring force damage.

Undeterred, the cheetah continues to savage the fleshwarped abomination!

Cheetah flanking full-attack: Bite 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 = 10 for 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 damage; claw #1 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 = 13 for 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 damage; claw #2 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 2 = 16 for 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 damage.

Anklebiter shouts out loud: "In the name of glorious House Vegaran, yield now or perish!"

Anklebiter completes his incantation, and the air behind the drider darkens, swirls and brightens. A large cat, its golden coat speckled with black, tenses its hind legs -- and leaps, snarling!

Cheetah appears at A 27 and flanks with Kelendra. Cheetah full-attacks: Bite 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 2 = 21 for 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 plus free trip attempt if hits: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7. Claw #1 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 2 = 17 for 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 damage. Claw #2 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 2 = 27 for 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 damage.

While the cheetah attacks the drider, the Hound Archon clearly decides it wisest to make sure none of Orvignato's henchmen escape to bring more trouble; it turns its attention to the Drow closest to the door.

Hound Archon full-attacks the Drow on E 31. Greatsword #1 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26 for 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2) + 3 = 6 damage. Greatsword #2 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 for 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1) + 3 = 5 damage. Bite 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 damage.

And through it all, Anklebiter keeps chanting. The Abjurer focuses his attention on the Drider, focusing his mental prowess to overcome its resistance to magic while he chants.... but alas, when he launches a series of magic missiles, they fizzle and fade!

Spell penetration 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14. Yyyeah, that magic missile is never getting through. :|

NOW we're cooking! :D

Don't forget your +2 deflection bonus to AC from Protective Ward, everyone.

Hound Archon appears at E 30.

A radiant Hound Archon, its armour gleaming as though freshly polished, appears close to Bruendor -- and launches three brutal attacks on Orvignato without delay!

Hound Archon full-attacks. Greatsword 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12 for 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1) + 3 = 5, greatsword 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 for 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1) + 3 = 5, bite 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 damage.

CRIT THREAT! Roll to confirm 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 for an additional 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 4) + 3 = 13 damage. Seriously, dice roller? =_=

While the Hound Archon attacks, Arca continues to chant, his voice dopplering oddly as he calls out for even more assistance!

Anklebiter is casting Summon monster III. I'll get something up to help Kel with that drider.

Anklebiter hunches down, eyes glowing bright red then dimming as the Wizard launches into a low, droning chant that echoes oddly.

Summon monster IV. Let's get some support with natural weaponry in here!

Anklebiter whips out a scroll and hurriedly chants the arcane runes written on it. The party members all feel a surge of speed and strength run through them!

Party members, please apply the bonuses provided by Haste!

After Calla 5-ft. steps, Anklebiter 5-ft. steps to G 29. Sorry for the delay! >.<;

I still have my move action. If DM Bigrin agrees and you guys clear the way and keep their attention, I can scoot this round and cast Haste the next.

I have a scroll of Haste, but the Concentration check DC to pull it off would be prohibitive just now.

Arca grunts at the blades lancing his flesh, but focuses his energies and -- releases a pulse of energy that fills the immediate area. While the Drow following Orvignato will not feel the effect, the party members do!

Protective ward up! Everyone I consider an ally gets +2 deflection bonus to AC!

P.S., if Lefrik takes a step to the left, you and Brue can flank Orvignato, hint hint, wink wink.

P.P.S., DM Bigrin, remember to subtract the fire damage from my count. ;)

Casting on the defensive: Concentration 1d20 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 4 = 27

Anklebiter hunches down to avoid any strikes which might disrupt his casting, looks beyond Orvignato and gabbles out an urgent incantation -- with immediate results.

The ground trembles and a shrill voice from below chitters Teke li li as black tendrils burrow up from the floor, grasping at the Drider and the Drow leader!

Black tentacles, centered at D 25. Grappling all enemies in reach for 1d20 + 8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 4 + 1 = 24

0_0 .... 0.0 ... aaaarrrghh

Wait.... Then.... I think I made the Concentration roll. Woo!

Aw. ^^; Pity.

1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 5 = 19 CRAP

Wait. I have fire resistance 5 and energy absorption 24. How much of that damage was fire-based? If I absorbed enough, maybe this roll still works....

If possible, Arca holds out his staff to Lefrik.

I don't think they took it, and it doubles as a +1 quarterstaff.

"Well, the main thing to know," Arca says, shrugging, "is that this really wasn't meant to be personal. Shame about the story and the drink, but...."

Spell penetration 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Ranged touch attack 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

The Wizard raises a hand, barks a quick spell, and a cord of squirming darkness lashes out from his fingers to touch Orvignato. If the cord touches, it fastens, necromantic energy pumping into the seated Drow and drawing out his life-force!

If the ranged touch attack hits, Orvignato takes 1d6 ⇒ 3 damage to Strength, Dexterity and Constitution.

So, everyone else on board with Limp Lash?
If I can get through his SR and hit him, it'll progressively impact his combat power. The only downside is, I'll need to maintain concentration and keep out of this Guy's way.

"You're Orvignato, then?" Arca asks. "The man who'd be interested in someone who can speed up the process and decrease the cost of producing 'recreational' alchemicals?"

Arca will activate his Detect Magic SLA as soon as the door opens. Spellcraft 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29

@ Calumny: Yes, we need to kill him -- and to collect his bookkeeping. I might bring Keldendra as a souvenir. ;)

Arca calmly walks into Keldendra's room -- and pokes her in the ribs before rejoining the others.

"Nah," he says, airily. "I like mine with a bit more meat on them. Don't know about you, but I hate getting poked by a ribcage just when I'm right in the middle of a moment. I'd probably have to buy this one off you and fatten her up some before I'd be interested in going a few rounds. Oh, sorry. How much would that be? One copper for feeling up a rib and one copper deposit?"

'Diplomacy' 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Giving the door guards a nod and a smile, Arca opens the door and lets it swing inward before going through.

Going in, but not before getting an eyeful of what's what beyond. We are Drow now, after all. ;)

Arca leads the way back to the doorkeeper.
"Business now? Or does your boss have another pretty he wants to break to the saddle before we can talk?"

"Bloody finally," Anklebiter mutters to the others. "Let's get this done."

The Wizard looks around for the Drow the group spoke to before, so they can get down to business....

Arca moves over to the others and whispers to each in turn, warning them of his findings.

Sorry for the late reply. The page stopped showing me updates a couple of days ago....

Arca leans over to Calla, puts an arm over her shoulder and whispers something into her ear: "Laugh after I've told you. I can't make heads nor tails of what he's saying. Might be a strange language, might be code. Whatever it is, it's a problem. Now laugh like I told you a joke."

Arca glances at the bartender out of the corner of his eye while smiling and nodding at Calla.

Linguistics/read lips 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24

Just whisper it in my ear and I'll take it from there. ;)

"You will keep that hand off my backside unless you want me to cut it off, stew it and eat it," Arca tells one of the friskier Drow males -- all while smiling sweetly.

The next moment, he turns that smile on the bartender watching them.... and lets it expand into a wide, wide grin.

Arca cocks his head .... and gives Quevven a genuine smile.
"We did well that day, my brother," he whispers, lightly punching Quevven in the shoulder. "All of us. Mother would be proud."

"Oh? What about the Golden Goblin?" Arca asks, chuckling. "Last we were there, I do not recall anyone lacing the beer with pesh or the like."

DM Bigrin: if they're using Sakvroth, the Drow sign language, Anklebiter knows it. ;)

"Is everyone in this city like Undamesta?" Arca whispers to his brothers and sisters, rolling his eyes at the sounds from upstairs in a humorous fashion when he is reasonably sure that none of the staff can see or overhear. "I'd like to suggest we don't drink anything while we're here. Too many chances of spiked drinks."

Arca hands over his shortsword, smirking a bit.

"How fortuitous you'd mention the master of your establishment," he says in honeyed tones. "For he's just the man we're here to see. Isn't that right, elder sister?"

He gently elbows Calla in the side.

"We've a bit of a business proposition for him, see? Tell him we can speed up the process by 10% and shave 20% off the costs of production of most, ah, 'recreational alchemicals'. And we heard he's got the market and the cash for it."

Diplomacy 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

"Just to be sure we're all on the same page, here," Arca drawls at the guards, "Sh'blu sent me. So be a good pair of fellows and let us in, would you?"

"Still, the Venom's Kiss is a place of business. If we pretend to be customers, we can get in the door. If we pretend to be Merchants willing to buy or sell narcotics at a good price, we should be able to get eyes on Orvignato. And once we have him in our sights, we can make him bleed."