Durriken lowers the bow for another shot, this time at the spider directly in front of him (purple), cursing at the flurry of motion in front of him as Corso struggles to free himself from the webbing.
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Durriken looses another arrow at the large spider (yellow) as it retreats, hoping to down the thing before they can regroup. "We will eventually have to go in after the...thing."
Durriken steps to the side and fires another arrow at the spider Iozif hit with the rock. He curses as the arrow flies wide. "Stand still you overgrown pest!"
I don't need any of what we found. Sell it all if nobody wants it. I assume I can't see anything. Hold my shot until the first enemy shows.
"Good idea." Durriken mutters. "Dream spiders. I don't see them, but their webs are there. Don't touch them." Taking a step back, Durriken sheathes his sword and dagger, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow instead.
Not able to be of any help with the items, Durriken joins Gyllan with his sword and dagger drawn.
Durriken chuckles softly at Barvarsi's end, glancing absently around the room. When Gyllan suggests opening the spider door, he shrugs and walks over to it, taking a position next to Iozif and nodding his readiness.
Durriken moves in behind Gyllan and nods for him to open the door.
Frowning at the cramped quarters, Durriken slings his bow and draws his sword and a dagger. Careful of his footfalls, he listens for any sound of alarm below.
"Unless the danger is our target, I see no good reason to go that way." Durriken kneels down, straddling the thug that yielded. He draws a dagger and holds it to the man's throat. "Yell, and die. Lie, and die. No other warnings."
"Which way to Devargo?" He slips the gag out of the man's mouth.
While the others tie up the sleeping guards, Durriken hauls the two tied up door guards inside and closes the door behind them.
Durriken grits his teeth and readjusts his aim on the thug closing on Corso's left, loosing another arrow into the fray. I can watch or I can fight. Make up your mind.
As Iozef and Gyllan charge into the fray, Durriken looses another arrow at the thug, but fires it wide in an attempt to miss the others.
Durriken looses an arrow at the thug in the center of the room, hoping to take the man out of the fight before it begins.
Durriken Notches an arrow and nods to the others.
Durriken nods. "If there are any issues with those two, I will hold their attention that you may enter."
"Bloodshed is inevitable. Men such as these guard their fiefdoms jealously." Durriken secures his portion safely to his belt. "I have no qualms with the plan. Nor with eliminating any obstacles." He departs quietly, returning to the bowyer's shop. The shop is quiet at this hour, his master and his wife having retired. Durriken settles in to fletch a quiver of arrows, his mind racing. Why was he still tagging along with this group? They didn't have a good reason to trust him, Why should they? I wouldn't, yet seemed to all the same. He hangs the quiver on the wall and settles down on his pallet, though sleep refuses to come. He finds himself himself making his way towards Eels End at the appointed hour.
Durriken nods. "No creature like that deserves to be a slave."
Durriken finds himself clenching his fist each time Ulgrim strikes the thug, and winces when the dagger draws blood.
Durriken does what he can to help Corso seem agreeable to Devargo, pretty much nodding along with Gyllan and otherwise keeping his mouth shut.
Durriken slides to the other side of Corso and Arianna from Gyllan, silently scanning the room and taking in the character of the toughs. He remains impassive as Corso talks, not wanting to appear more than a hired arm.
Durriken makes his way to Ulgrim, watching the attempt by his friends to talk their way into the spider's web. "Every once in a while, the fop'll surprise you. I'm starting to think he's putting on an act." He slides down the bar and leans in to Corso's ear. "Nobody followed you boss."
Durriken waits and watches the rear of the group to make sure no one follows them. Once he is certain one way or the other, he grabs Corso by the cuff to get the man moving with him. Durriken moves slowly but deftly through the crowd, keeping Arianna and Gyllan in sight, trusting that they're following the other two.
Durriken nods at the suggestion that they start with gambling and makes his way towards the Twin Tigers. "I suggest Corso gamble. The easiest way to make an impression would be to throw significant coin around, and he already dresses the part. We can watch to make sure he doesn't attract the wrong kind of attention"
Durriken keeps his voice low as they approach. "I assume that our friend is in the unmarked ship. If we want to meet him without suspicion, we may need to make ourselves known in one of the others."
"It has given me the opportunity to earn more coin than I had previously seen in my life, though a return to some order would be welcome." He pauses. "As to the Queen, the person in charge does not concern me."
"Lived here my whole life." Durriken offers, then falls silent again. Too many people. Some can be trusted. But all of them? doubtful.
Durriken takes the measure of Orsini, deciding that the man at least met his expectations. He takes in the Field Marshall's tale quietly, scoffing inwardly at the notion that he was any sort of hero, but having enough sense to keep it to himself. "So we go in, bribe Devargo, and get him to tell us about the ambassador's vices. What kind of proof do you need to confirm it?"
Durriken will do the same.
Durriken takes in Grau's tale quietly, and rises when Ulgrim does. Nodding to the others, he also takes his leave for the evening.
I'll take the dagger, but I did just get that bow, so I'll defer to anyone else who may want to use it.
Durriken takes a look at the jewelry, then passes it back. He has a small inkling of the value, which he mumbles to Gyllan, but he hopes the others can pinpoint it. "It does seem the whole of the populace is against her."
Durriken is more interested in his ale than whatever Grau has to say.
Durriken shakes his head and sits on the other side of the dwarf, sizing him up. "Gold is a good enough reason for now. Need something to keep me occupied, and he's pretty fair in a fight," he says, nodding to Gyllan. "They send you to watch us?"
I agree. It probably wouldn't go over well IC, but OOC I think it's a much better idea.
"Four others, their bodies are probably still cooling. They were giving out meat for free. Had to be more to it, because they attacked rather than be questioned. Your friend didn't seem mixed up in whatever the rest of them had going, though I expect you'll find out if that's really the case."
Durriken regards the newcomers coolly, but nods when Gyllan suggests they get moving again. He leans into the harness and gets the cart rolling towards the citadel.
Leaving the last combatant to the others, Durriken walks back to the cart, picks up his bow, and checks to make sure the cargo is still secure.
Durriken picks his way around Arianna and Corso to the boss, swinging wildly with the flat of his blade.
Durriken growls at the ineffectiveness of the new bow and instead steps up, drawing his two weapons, and swinging wildly with the flat of his blade at the thug flanking Fingers.
Durriken takes one step forward, fitting an arrow to the string of the newly acquired bow and lets fly at the most vocal of the members of the mob. Put him down, and the rest will scatter.
Durriken starts coughing, a raspy, grating sound. He doubles over and bites his tongue hard enough to draw blood. Grimacing and clutching his stomach as he straightens himself, he spits a wad of phlegm and blood onto the street in front of him. "I's already got it, so's I'm already dead. I'll kill any of you who get close enough to spread it ta the rest of the city. Now go!" He starts coughing again.
Durriken grabs the other handle and starts pulling. "Maybe we should buy a mule with that money."
Durriken watches Verik as the others get the wagon ready, keeping the ex-guardsman in place. "If you were giving the food away, where did the valuables come from?"
Durriken shrugs at the carcasses and follows the others to the pig pen, taking on the task of keeping Verik moving.
Durriken listens to the interrogation absently as he pokes around in the various rooms, looking for some clues as to what was really going on here.
I'd split them evenly between Gyllan and Corso. If I keep the bow, that helps give them some extra punch if needed at range.
The bow would be perfect for Durriken, since it matches his strength bonus. I would split the arrows evenly between the individuals with bows. I have no issues with selling the rest if nobody wants any of it.
Yes, I took heart of the streets.
Durriken nods at Arianna, silently thanking her for the healing and putting Verik to sleep, then checks the drawers of the desk while Corso talks to the groggy man.
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