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Sasha moves to get a clear shot at one of the goblins and lets loose. Almost before the bolt has a chance to land, she points at the big goblin. "Pheliks! Get 'im," she tells the tiger who moves up to get in the big goblin's face.
The cleric of Selune reloads her crossbow and takes aim at the goblin she scratched. As she looses the bolt, Pheliks roars before he bites and claws at the big brute next to Shaggar.
At the realization that his life was in very real danger of being snuffed out, Lamm's eyes go wide in horror. "P-please! I beg of you, spare me! I'll answer for my crimes. I'll answer any question you ask, just spare what little of my life is left!"
"I should have killed you all when I had the chance, would have saved me from having to clean up your blood later!" Lamm's brow knots in rage and spittle flies from his cracked lips.
Initiative:
Durnak
Thugs Genisen Dolgana Luther Yale Anna Fearghus Krol/Ava GM Screen:
Yale: Taget Durnak Attack 1: Miss Attack 2: Hit Damage 2: Perception Thugs:
As Durnak and Genisen round the corner, they hear a door open and see a handsome, if dirty and disheveled man in about his twenties. He's wearing a fine chain shirt and wielding a stout longbow. He sneers at the two of them and speaks in a smooth voice. "Well, well, well, if it isn't a couple of mangy rats tryin' to get the drop on Yale." The man, whom you can probably assume is Yale referring to himself in the third-person, sends two arrows flying at Durnak. The first snaps on the thick hide armor, but the second buries itself deep into Durnak's shoulder. "But it appears that Yale has gotten the drop on you. " The last two thugs wake with a start and quickly begin scrambling to their feet.
Anna rushes in the door way as she hears Durnak yell in pain. "What's going on?" Fearghus and Luther make their way up the stairs as does Dolgana. Form the noise, it sounds like two more people are shuffling to their feet.
"A-a warehouse. An ol' warehouse behind the abandoned smithy!" Shanks, the fat thug, is on the edge of panic.
Fearghus:
You don't know much about what Ava is. You do know though, that she's not human. "W-wait! Ye don't get it! Yale will kill you! He's a monster! I've seen him fight an ogre before. He killed it just like that!" Sense Motive DC 15: He is actually more afraid of Yale than of Luther about to bring a sword on his head.
The fat thug's eyes flutter open. He looks like he's going to try and bolt for the door, but the Falucin's snarl roots him in the spot. He instead tries to play the tough guy.
Sense Motive DC 17:
The man is just about scared out of his wits. "So, ye gonna kill me slow fer answers? Well, I ain't talking."
The lanky thug that Gurni knocked out is still to groggy to do more than mutter about how his head hurts, but his friend is much more cooperative. "The warehouse! The warehouse behind the abandoned smithy!" The hawk-nosed thug's outburst brings the lanky one from his stupor. "Shaddup! Ye wantin' Yale ta kill us!"
The man who spoke backs off. His pudgy hand moves from where he held Shael's cloak back to the dagger at his side and his face drains a little of it's color. The thug right next to him, a lean lanky man with a bit of a stoop, snickers. "Heh heh, 'Shanks got skeered by uh li'l girlie." The behind him, a hunched wretch with a big beak of a nose and heavy brow that makes his small eyes seem even smaller, just glares at Shael as he moves for the club at his side. "Hope ye ain't to attached to yer dignity girly. I heard about what they do in Sal Kavun to slaves like yer gonna be." The first thug recovers from the shock and glares at the second thug then at Shael. "Yeah, but I'm thinkin' this one needs to learn a lesson first." He lunges forward and tries to grab Shael and pin her arms to her side. The other two let out shouts of glee as they draw clubs. The fat man manages to wrap his arms around her, but screams in pain as his skin begins to blister and his clothes start to smoke.
Initiative: Order: Thug 1 Shael/Thug 2 Thug 3 |
