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Cutpurse O’Reilly is the dark elf’s first victim... As the little handling is busy looting an unconscious gatehouse guard’s limo body, Spinner pricks the back of his neck with a dart from a blowgun, coated with a virulent Underworld spider venom... Ow! What the... Oh... begorah... I dinna feel so good... Succumbing quickly to the poison, O’Reilly slumps to the ground...
Flanking a monk thrall with Sir Godfrey, O’Reilly slips his daggers into delicate flesh! Take that, ye sand-devil! Haha! The Desert Jackals and company be upon ye now!
At the anterior gate, O’Reilly scurries up the wall near the front gatehouse, slipping unseen past another sentry before sliding down the inside wall into the courtyard, creeping up on the bored gatehouse guards, and throwing the lever that quickly raises the front portcullis, allowing the other half of the gladiators and harem girls to storm through the front gate!
O'Reilly favors the outflow pipe, turning the ambush tables on the vampires. They will be expecting us one way or the other... We might as well go in the way with the least thralls in the way...
Nodding and saluting Altin and Achiko, O’Reilly chirps: As the lass says, Cutpurse O’Reilly be at yer sarvice! Shall we ‘ave a peek at what lies within yon monastery? Dibs on any diamonds or emeralds we ‘appen across! Heheheh! I jest... We split all loot, share and share alike, no?
Altin pulls aside Achiko and O'Reilly. "Right. If we're going in together, we need to know what each other can do," he murmurs urgently. "For myself, I have magicks that can do a range of things. I can create noises to distract enemies, hide us behind illusions if we cannot completely evade the foul creatures, disguise myself to look like one of them, and allow us to speak to each other in virtual silence over a good distance. I can also deaden all sound in an area. Furthermore, these," he points at his slippers, "let me pretty much walk on walls. I'm sure both of you have tricks up your sleeve. If we don't want to end up as evil bloodsuckers, we're going to need all of what you've got. So. What have you got?" He leans back slightly, looking at the pair expectantly. O’Reilly whistles appreciatively when Achiko vanishes... Well, I can go about unseen when I wish to... but not like THAT! The little rogue chuckles... Heheh... Truth be told, my speciality is cutting purses and pilfering... but I can also usually spot and disarm a trap, pick most locks, and I know where to stick me short swords to kill a man!
Achiko bows to Wulfgar, saying: Hai, Wulfgar-San! It shall be as you command! Aye-Aye, Captain Wulfgar! adds the halfling rogue, grinning with excitement and rubbing his little hands together...
Grinning up at the ninja, Cutpurse says to her: You heard Mister Wulfgar, Lass! Falls to wee Lord Perpireen, you, and yours truly to scout the fortress out! He winks at Achiko...
O’ course they’re dead, my lady! These Desert Jackals be hard-boiled as they come, I reckon!... Now to go through their pockets for loose change and the like! Heheheh!
Cutpurse O’Reilly, already halfway down the rope, chimes in: Aye! We’ll let our benefactors answer that question, tiger!
Hello again, lasses! A pity there’s no time for us to finish what we started... We’ll need a few of those silken sheets, my darlings... Quick, mates! Tie sheets end-to-end and secure one end to the bedpost there... We’ll use them as a rope and climb out yonder window! O’Reilly points to an arched window with ornately graven shutters, which he then rushes over to, hops up on the sill, and throws wide open, revealing the night sky outside over a fragrant garden below...
At the top of the stairs, O’Reilly looks around and says, The coast be clear, folks! This way! He leads the band of adventurers and freed gladiators down another corridor to a straight stairway ascending to the second above ground level of the palace, down another corridor with walls decorated with murals depicting turban-wearing horsemen with lances hunting a dire tiger, to a door flanked by a pair of muscular, pot-bellies eunuch guards! Oops! Forgot about these fat bastards! squeaks the halfling, as he brandished his small short swords... Confronted by over a dozen armed gladiators, the two eunuch guards scream high-pitched screams and flee, leaving the door to the emir’s harem unguarded! Well, that was easy! chimes O’Reilly, and he pulls the door open, revealing a lavishly decorated harem chamber with a giant bed covered with silk pillows and comforters, on which a dozen beautiful, scantily-clad women lounge, sipping wine from golden chalices inlaid with moonstones...
I think I know the way out, lads and lasses! Follow me! chirps O’Reilly... The halfling rogue dashes around the circular corridor where all the cells now lie open, and disappears around the corner to the north...
O’Reilly leads the way to a spiral stone stairway that both ascends and descends... He races up the stairs...
Freed from his cell, this little halfling grins broadly and bows... Top o’ the evenin’ to ye, boyos! I be Cutpurse O’Reilly o’ the Firth o’ Mead! ‘Taint a purse I canno cut and ‘taint a flower I canno pluck! Hehehe!
Another slave gladiator is a feisty Irish halfling thief the emir caught defiling his concubines in the harem... O’Reilly is leather-clad and wears a bandolier of throwing knives and a pair of short swords on his hips...
Oh, thank Heaven, sirs! Take me away! Throw me in gaol! Just don't let this....monster....eat me! I seen it in 'is yellow-glowin' eyes! He was lookin' at me the way you'd look at a tasty sausage, he was! The halfling rises to his feet and offers his wrists to the lead guard to be manacled....
The halfling pulls Nacht's dagger from the back of his hand with a yelp, then hands it timidly back to Nacht.... Er.... I believe this belongs to you, good sir? He almost seems relieved when he hears the sound of several booted feet coming up the alleyway....
O'Reilly is firmly grappled by The Beetle Man! OY!! DON'T EAT ME!! I'M ALL SKIN 'N BONES, I SWEAR!! I MAY LOOK PLUMP 'N MEATY, BUT IT'S JUST THAT IM BIG-BONED, BY SAINT GEORGE!!
Wiggling like a gerbil trying to escape the hug of a not-so-gentle child, O'Reilly slips free from The Beetle Man's pincers with a squeal! EEEEEEK!! Please don't let it eat me!!!
Realizing that escape is impossible, the halfling thief drops to the ground, curls up in a ball, and whimpers.... Please! Have mercy! I didn't get nothin' off 'im, I swear!!
Kiyu follows behind and shoots another poison laced dart. YEOW!!
The halfling backs carefully away from Nacht, some 40 ft, into the shadows of an alley between the inn and the neighboring building....
SAINT PETER PRESERVE ME!!!
Kiyu pulls a long reed from her coat and spits a dart at the Halfling.
Ouch!! Oh no!
O'Reilly bends backwards with lightning speed, squealing in mortal terror, and dodging Nacht's slash! YYYYEEEEEEKKSSS!!!
The potion bottle is shattered before the liquid can touch the thief's lips! AAAAHH!! B*+&#&$s!!
EEEEEK!!! Please!! No!! What in Hell is it!? The terrified halfling pulls out a potion as a move action, provoking an AoO from Nacht as he uncorks and guzzles it!
The halfling dashes outside into an alley to hide....
Cursing the aim of the cloaked dagger-hurler, O'Reilly tumbles to the front door and kicks it open....
Nacht's dagger sticks in the halfling's hand! YEEEEOOOWWWCH!!!
The halfling goes pale as a ghost, bows before Paddy, and darts off through the crowded common room.... tumbling under tables to escape justice at the ends of Paddy's blades! Farewell, then, all! Just remembered I left a kettle a-boil in'! Hehehe!
Hearing the familiar brogue of a fellow Irishman, Cutpurse O'Reilly, an Irish halfling wanted in all five Counties for purse-cutting and pick-pocketing, swaggers over to Paddy, grinning ear to ear.... Top o' the Evenin' to ye, me boyo! 'Tis a bonny tune to me pointed ears to hear your Irish brogue! A fellow Irishman! Finally, someone what can hold 'is drink like O'Reilly here can! Hehe!
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