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Ah, I finally got a chance to look at the map. The Lower Map keeps making me have to actually download it to look at it, which I can't do at work. Cardon can get close enough to Allyph to help. Grapple check on one of the spiders on Allyph: He grabs it by the body and prepares it to pull it off her.
Cardon moves close enough so that his light can help everybody, and otherwise delays.
Cardon also waits his turn to descend.
Cardon follows Allyph down the stairs. Initiative:
Cardon keeps his light spell ready so that Hadric can see during his epic wrestling match with the tiny spider.
"Let me get some light going," Cardon says, casting light onto his hand and holding it up, hopefully negating the miss chance.
"Let the muscles check out the boat, they need us down below, unless you'd rather play with spiders than get your revenge on Lamm."
Cardon will bull rush the spider once Allyph has come back to his position. Hopefully, it's CMD is considerably less than its AC.
Cardon bull rushes the spider, hopefully sending it flying back 5 feet into the harbour.
"If it's not too late," Cardon whispers back. He holds his scarf, ready to fling it at any danger.
Cardon lowers his voice to a hoarse whisper. "Allyph, are you nuts? Get back here and wait for the muscles. That's what they're for."
Then he channels energy for everybody except the halfling. Finally, he follows Allyph outside. Perception:
Cardon will pause to heal Hadric a bit more. Burn one bless for cure light.
Carson grabs his scarf and lets healing energy flash out, excluding the halfling and Yardon.
Just waiting on a response from that PM GM before posting an action.
Which one is the halfling?
Cardon's scarf flies across the room again. Attack: Again, it flies high and returns to Cardon unhindered.
Merry Christmas!
Cardon moves in to J12, and tosses his scarf at Yargin. It flies across the room and tries to wrap itself around the man's throat before returning. Attack: The scarf misses high as the man ducks beneath the metal-reinforced silk.
"Easy!" Cardon replies. "We're just going to kill him and chop him into fish bait! Wanna help? Tell the rest of your friends to stand down."
Cardon moves into the room. "Guys! Stop! They're telling the truth. They rescued me six months ago from the same kind of situation in Magnimar! We're here to save you!" Bluff: Something in his voice must give away the lie.
Cardon steps forward to K21 and throws his bladed scarf at Giggles, which suddenly takes on a life of its own and darts across the space. Attack: (hand of the acolyte)
The scarf flies back into Cardon's hand as the half-orc slumps to the ground.
Cardon takes a full round action to put the dog completely out of its misery, quickly wrapping his bladed scarf around its neck and twisting. Coup de grace: He then moves to M20.
Sorry, I meant to N19. He's getting away from Yargin and back to the safety of Fane.
"Ahhh!" Cardon cries out. "Why did you do that? I had them!" He takes a 5-foot step back, grabs his scarf, and lets healing energy wash out from it. He excludes Bloo and Yargin. Channel:
Cardon shies away from the dog and men, only having to half-pretend to be frightened. He lets the sweat running down his face double for tears. "Please, sir. I'm sorry. Don't let him eat me! I didn't mean to snoop, sir honest. I...I just saw the light, and it looked so warm inside, and maybe you had some food. I gots to look after my little brothers, sir. They're hungry." Cardon glances back at the abandoned building with the rest of their team, then quickly forces himself not to look there. Bluff:
Cardon fingers one of his scarves, casting a spell. Suddenly, he seems to shrink in height and breadth, and his features soften to resemble a human boy of 12. "Cover me, but let me try something," he whispers, making his voice squeak slightly and dashes forward to M19 and badly hides behind that barrel. He starts sobbing and shivering.
Is it obvious to is that we've been detected? Can we hear that conversation from the men inside?
Cardon sneaks back. Stealth: He is the night!!
Cardon keeps his voice to a low breath. "We've taken the 'intel' you've relayed back, and come up with a workable plan that doesn't involve being out on this boardwalk getting cut off from the road by one guard on a pee break. But instead of calling you back, Allyph got restless and came out here."
Cardon motions for them to back up to the street.
Seeing Allyph just head out, Cardon bites back a curse and slips out with her. "Ditching your date already?" he breathes into her ear. Stealth:
"I wouldn't bet the farm on it, but Lamm doesn't pick his men for their intelligence, just their cruelty," Cardon mutters, subconsciously running a hand along his right forearm.
Cardon gives Allyph a gentle rap on the back. "Quick thinking. Nice call."
"If they don't I have another ruse I can try," Cardon says.
"I can cast that, too, or at least I used to. I should tell you folks that my Acadamae spells don't seem to be working for me at the moment. I suspect interference from those damned cards draining my arcane reservoir. Rest assured, I have plenty of other tricks I can bring to bear, but if you're expecting me to annihilate everybody with balls of fire, you're going to be waiting a long time."
"If nothing else, we can prey on Lamm's no-doubt concern over the ship. If he values it, he'll be concerned that somebody will take or destroy it. We can make him think we are here for his ship, and he'll send men to defend it, splitting his resources. I think if we have to run anywhere, we'd be better off disappearing into the slums than trying to handle an unfamiliar sailing vessel."
Bluff: "One of my...friends at the Acadamae. I think he used to be one of his orphans. Marik Vankers. Did you know him?"
Cardon pats her hand absently, peering at Fane's scarred visage in the gloom. "You speak as one very familiar with Lamm's methods. Were you one of his men...or one of his orphans?"
"Never fear. I'm sure we'll get a very warm reception."
Cardon accompanies Allyph, offering her his arm, whispering in her ear, looking for all intents and purposes like a young man escorting his sweetie on a stroll. Bluff:
Other end of the country, Nova Scotia.
Cardon looks at the Harrow cards like they are a poisonous viper. "No offense, Mistress Chemska, but I would rather not participate in this reading. I am quite willing to accompany these people to hunt down Gaedren Lamm, but as for piercing the mysteries of my future fate, no thank you."
"An old fishery is his new hidey hole? Appropriate. He always was fishy."
Cardon takes the wine and, without thinking, downs a large gulp before he realizes what he's doing. He sets the glass down. "Thanks."
Cardon leaps out of his chair as the huge man bursts into the building. With a click, his wand is in his hand, and with a quick motion, he hurls a bolt of arcane death at the man...at least, he tries to. In reality, the wand just fizzles and sparks and does nothing. Cardon looks even greener than before. Once it's clear they aren't being attacked, he forces the wand back into its hiding place with a bit of extra force and slumps back in his chair.
"Scrying!? Somebody's been spying on...that could explain," Cardon looks like he's about to be sick. He sits down heavily in a chair.
Carson's eyes widen, and he quickly sheathes his wand up his sleeve with a click and pulls a harrow card from his coat pocket, staring at it intently. Knowledge Arcana: "How stupid can you get?" he growls, mostly to himself. "Show me your cards," he barks firmly. KA on Eran's:
"These damned things..." KA's on Tolen's:
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