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"Ideally we would leave nothing in our wake, but it would only take a single mistake for an alarm to be raised." Anthony mumbled to noone in particular. "We may need to, as you put it, strike like ghosts."

He fell silent for a moment. "How many more times can we go invisible?" He thought, getting as prompt and answer as ever. "One can produce such an effect thrice more before needing to replenish." He nodded. "Alright."

"I can make three of us invisible. I suggest we sneak in." Looking out into the night, he adressed Nulmanen through the message spell. "Nulmanen, we will need eyes on the sentries, and backup in case of a hasty exit. Do you feel confident in your current position to provide it?"

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Anthony nodded in approval. "Good idea. Do it." He looked down at Ellenora. "Sic here seems to have become your tutor at this point, you stick with him."

Holding his ground, Anthony waited for the scorpion to do its work.

"Where he is currently. We want to get to him before he finds out about what we just did." He got up, dusting off his knees out of habit. "You lead us to him and we will kill him." He paused a moment in thought. "You seem..." He paused again, looking for a word. "...eager. Would you like to help us get him? Apart from leading us to him I mean, help draw him into an ambush."

Anthony sighed, a somewhat mournful smile on his face. "Sic thinks you have potential, and that we should take you along." He looked at Sic, then Tolm, then back again and nodded an affirmative. "Im inclined to agree, about that and the other thing." He closed his eyes and steeled himself for the sounds that were about to reach him.

"Deg wont be telling anyone anything, no matter what he does or doesnt know." He turned his head to look at Vaek, a nod of confirmation all he needed. "Or rather, did or didnt know. Hes fairly dead."

He turned back to the girl, opening his visor to reveal his face and look at her with his own eyes. "You are either an extraordinary liar, or you really want to tell us everything without holding back." He looked back at the one called Tolm, glancing back at the girl with a sudden look of realization. "Suppose we are in need of manpower. Would Tolm be worth our time, become loyal? Or should we not bother?" He glanced at Sic, meeting the half-orcs gaze, returning a look that told him all he needed to know. Tolms fate rested upon the girls assesment.

Letting go of her wrist, he offer the hand to shake instead, trying his best to smile. "First and foremost, a name? Everyone has one. Im Anthony, the charming fellow over there is Sic." He gestured at Sic with a thumb, pointing at Vaek and Alexia in turn. "And thats Vaek and Alexia."

Tired of crouching, he fully sat down on the floor. "And once pleasantries and Tolms fate are handled, you can start telling us what Firyin intends to do with that tunnel."

"Is that so?" He replied, a light chuckle in his voice. He leaned in closer, a conspiratory tone to him voice. "So, weve decided we want to ask you some questions. First, should we keep any of them alive, or do you know everything they know?" He paused a moment then added. "And by everything, I mean about Fyirin."

Anthony tilted his head, surprised at the conflicting reactions from the girl. "Afraid and happy?" He reached out and grabbed her by the wrist, firmly enough to make slipping free all but impossible, but no more. "Be silent and nothing will happen." He said, the flat tone of his voice sounding oddly different than what he had intended. "Why do you smile? Most girls your age would be screaming right about now."

As far as I am aware, you only need line of sight when initially casting the message spell. After that you dont, otherwise the part about what materials block the spell would be pointless (since you cant see through such materials.

"So, gentlemen." Anthony whispered, looking around and listening intently for any signs of trouble. "Which one of us will apprehend the girl? Once we fight the two behind this door, she may very well awaken and try to run." He looked from one to the other, awaiting an answer, but spoke first himself.

"Unless either of you want the job, I can handle her."

CDG is an auto crit btw.

Moving silently up to the house, Anthony gave the door handle a light tug, unsure if the scorpion had done what Alexia had said. Finding it unlocked, he slinked inside.

"That, "assassin", has a name." Anthony mumbled through the Message spell, his voice matter of fact. "That said, I dont have anything to add to your suggestion. Ill get into position, everyone else do the same unless you have objections or something to add."

Finishing his sentence, he disappeared from view, his bulky frame moving off in such silence, it wasnt clear if he had left at all.

"Take the shot Nulmanen." He whispered through the Message spell.

"We only need one alive, though the half-elf may also prove useful, or atleast more willing to tell us something." Anthony answered back, beginning his climb down to street level. "Use deadly force at first, then try to take a few alive." He added as he let go of the building to drop the last few feet. "Vaek, how do you feel about taking care of the one upstairs? Probably best to just kill him, a full blooded orc isnt likely to be willing to say anything about the master that is keeping him safe in the city."

Moving across the street in a low, loping, yet surprisingly stealthy gait, he reached Alexia. "Do you have any tactical preferences or spell preparations?"

Fine by me, though remember the main rule, whatever you play, you gotta enjoy it.

I better get in on this.

Crouched on a nearby roof, Tony followed the proceedings with interest. "I really need to see these new people in action...that and someone has to keep watch." He thought, adjusting his footing slightly to remain comfortable. His injured leg did not allow for him to hold the same crouch for very long, not even with the suits assistance.

"Keep me updated on what is going on." He whispered, the Message spell sending his words far and wide to reach the ears of his companions.

Message spell cast before splitting up.

I personally was waiting for a DM prompt, not really up to speed on what we would do next.

"That would be a good idea." Anthony said with an acknowledging nod. "It might even give them pause in fear of an ambush."

Onward to the nearest hideout.

Well Anthony just runs away then, to the grate.

If theres total concealment how does the attacker know my location? Being pointed at is about as vague as it gets when dealing with invisibility.

Why is Anthony stood far away from Sics corpse?

Summoners count as whichever race is worse for them between their own and the suits Outsider type, so outsider bane will work no matter what.

We never will though, not with the way these things work. The guild will have no interest in actually going after the tower, while they will constantly be after us. Unless we get some kind of GM fiat item to block all forms of location magic, this will keep happening. More over, being funded by the government, they can probably request stuff way more easily than we can. Need backup? Sure, have a full complement of city guardsmen. Realistically on our end, it will never be more than things like Smet and cat lady.

The realization is honestly killing my enthusiasm :/

Btw how is Sic getting shot from the east? Hes in an alley with buildings on both sides. Unless you mean East and north somewhere off the map. Anyway heres an action assuming Sic is dead, might need to change if my question changes things.

Hearing the groan and heavy rattling thud of Sic hitting the cobblestone, Anthony cursed inwardly. "Time to get out of here!" Making a quick decision, he willed his armor to turn invisible, before moving to stand over Sics corpse "Run if you can, surrender otherwise, its every man for himself." He whispered in Cyclopian through the message spell.

Cast Invisibility, then move to stand in Sics square.

Results for slumber?

Anthony would definetly be further along then. Still a bit curious why they are coming at us from the side when we were heading the opposite direction of where the spellcasting was coming from.

Which way were we moving on the current map? Im trying to make sense of the way the enemy is positioned around us.

Yes, I believe we agreed that would always be the case unless conditions made it unlikely or unnecessary RP wise (No active Message spell while at the hideout fx), just like Anthony should always be assumed to be fused unless the contrary is stated.

Streets and allies, looking for sewer entry.

Anthonys head snapped east, a quick jerking motion that seemed somehow unnatural. "One senses magic, does the Master hear it?" Clenching his fists, Anthony motioned for the others to stop and listen. "Someone just cast a spell to the east." He started moving in a direction away from the fighting and the east. "I am done humoring our curiosity, we need to get out of here, now!"

Willing forth the suits power, he cast a spell, his limping movement accelerating and becoming more fluid.

Casting Expeditious Retreat, then moving away from "everything"

"We need to know who is attacking though, or best be on our way." He added.

Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

"This is escalating." Anthony mumbled. "Maybe there IS a chance to be had here after all."

Anthony hustled after Vaek, matching his stride as best as his leg would allow. "Care to elaborate? Id like to know what you intend before following you on a life or death endeavor." He said, sounding more than a little unnerved.

"What the..?" Anthony hissed, his surprise evident in his voice. His posture tensed up in to a crouched combat ready pose, his head turned this way and that, trying to locate the source of the arrow, but at the same time checking his surroundings with suspicion. "We should probably get out of here." He said, his voice agitated and filled with paranoia. "We might be able to use the distraction to get to Maklo, but I dont like the thought of acting on assistance coming from the unknown." He had already begun to slink backwards, slowly so as to hear any replies, but ready to bolt the second the others agreed.

Well ive posed the question, also waiting to find out how we do this.

Anthony had a full complement of Cure Light Wounds still ready as far as I know, so should be able to top Vaek off without any rolling.

Scanning the area, Anthony gestured at the six guards. "What should we make of the relaxed guard numbers? Think they are somewhere nearby? Or maybe there are just fewer of them?"

Not waiting for an answer, he quickly added. "Also, how do we want to do this? Go in everyone invisible, handle it and get out? Or send in a few with the rest in support out here if things go sour?"

Sounds about right. Clean up time.

"Perhaps the Mistress has something to help on that front." Anthony mused. "If anything, her business is far shadier than ours, Id think she will atleast be well prepared for such things. Then again, she likely has the funds for such luxury."

"As for the scar." He added. "As far as Im aware from what little time Ive had to talk to Drovic, It only allows her to influence him with her hexes from afar. It does however also give her a strong link to him for the purposes of the aforementioned scrying." He shrugged at his lack of truly useful information. "So for all we know, they very well could have been listening in."

"Well..." Anthony began, stroking his chin thoughtfully as usual. "There are a great many spells dealing with the subject, some would say an entire school really." He paused a moment and started looking at his surroundings more intently for a moment, a sliver of paranoia spurred on by Vaek. "There are spells that guide you towards an object or person, spells that allow you to view things at a distance, some close range, like clairvoyance, others far reaching, like scrying."

He remained silent once more as they walked, hand never leaving his chin. "Our ability to thwart such spells is limited. Only the most powerful magic can ward off divinations with certainty. That or staying in a lead lined building." He sniggered, but quickly straightened his back and cleared his throat. "Ahem. Im afraid there isnt much to be done. There is a spell, Nondetection, which does exactly what the name implies. But it isnt foolproof."

Satisfied with the answers for now, Anthony left the woman, returning to the tavern.

"Fine by me." Anthony agreed with a nod as Vaek returned, before following him out of the tavern. "I think we have done what we came for. I spoke to the woman Rosuc was with. If she is to be believed, the mages are interested in Rosuc for his contacts from the Hold, not us."

"Hmm, Usturn, who or what was that again?" He wondered.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Guessing we are officially into spoiler mode now?

Anthony watched Vaek and Rosuc leave as nonchalantly as he could manage, ordering another drink with no intention of drinking it. As they exited, he remained in the tavern, determined to spot anyone who might be following them.

Perception + 18

Leaving the bar, Anthony sauntered over Rosucs table. He stood behind Vaek, taking a sip of his drink. "Rosuc is it?" He said in the dimwitted yet sly voice he had come to use with his disguise, taking another sip. "Ya some kinda touff guy, wot wit all dese other peoples bein' all considerate an' affordin' ya all dis space?" He gestured at the open circle around the table. "Whos the broad then? Maybe she the one gettin' respect?"

He straightened up, raising the mug to his lips again, then lowered it a few inches to speak. "Ah, but aint really me bidness now is it?" He chuckled, then downed the remains of his drink. "Me mum always did say I was too curious fer me own good."

He set the mug down on the table, then patted Vaek on the shoulder. "But where are me manners, I best be lettin' ya do wot you was doin' eeh Vaek? Ya just let me know if'n it gets to be punchin' time right? Ill be in me office?" He laughed loudly at his own words as he made his way back to the bar.

I think we will dock the fee from group funds, since its in everyones interest.

Wearing the guise of the mercenary thug he had appeared as before, Anthony entered the tavern, having gone in a few minutes before the others. Going to the bar, he placed an order before looking around. Spotting the man, he frowned as he saw the scar. Putting his mug of ale to his lips, he whispered into it, his words reaching the others through the Message spell he had cast before entering. "Nothing looks obviously out of place." He paused a moment to actually drink from the mug. "Our mans got the same souvenir Vaek just had removed though."

"I had hoped Maklo would have been released by now, would make for an easier target." Anthony said, pausing a moment. "Although, lately its been nothing but ambushes. With our luck, if he were to be released, that would probably be one as well." He stretched in his chair, arms high over his head, before dropping them and slouching in his chair. "So, we make the rounds, first Maklo, then Firyin at the Murdocs?"

"So many things going on these last few days, its easy to forget the world around us is still moving." Anthony mused, seated with his elbows on the table. "With so much to do, and needing to lay low, suppose we take this Dether up on his offer and task him with one of our objectives?" His brow furrowed at his own words. "Ofcourse, we dont really know how capable he is, but he looked like he could take care of himself. And he was able to find us after all. Maybe have him take care of Maklo?"

He was silent a moment, thinking. "If the Tower activity isnt linked to us, then that is likely to our advantage. If nothing else it will lessen the odds of them interfering." He shifted in his chair, then looked around at everyone as he spoke, hoping for opinions from the rest. "I think we may need to split up again, to cover more ground, time being of the essence. There are plenty of variables that will likely need to adjust for what Im about to suggest, but I expect the rest of you will have good opinions on the matter." He took a deep breath, before laying out his suggestion. "We stick Dether on Maklo, possibly with one of us or some other guild members going with him, for support and to keep an eye on him. One of us will go to see Rosuc, assuming we know where he is?" He looked at the Mistress questioningly, although he continued talking. "Everyone else then focuses on dealing with Firyin. The matter of the merchant, being a newer problem and less time sensitive, we forget about for the time being. I trust the matter can wait a day or two? I personally nominate myself to visit Rosuc."

Finally done, he waited for the answers, objections and alternate suggestions he knew would undoubtedly come.

Heh, I try. Truth be told though, Anthony could have been several orders of magnitude more powerful if I really tried ;)

"We could just bring them with us for now." Anthony muttered, hoisting a corpse onto one shoulder. "If they are found there, we have bigger problems than a few corpses."

He nodded at Sics next words, even as he bent down to hoist another corpse. "Yes, time to get a priority list. The waters have been muddied on that front the last few days."

Just went and checked the rumors section on the campaign info and found it, the name was Radgar.

Anthony suddenly squinted, as if a thought had occurred to him. Looking almost suspicious, he took a few steps closer. "Say, Dether, ever hear about a man named Radgar?"

And the name of the crazy person there were rumors about?

Knowledge(Local) auto pass.

Opening his armor, both to get a more direct look at Dether, and to more easily convey his attitude through facial expression, Anthony shot him a bemused look. "Some things.." He said, a bit exaggerated. "...Thats rather vague, is it not?"

He reached a hand up to stroke his chin, looking unintentionally comical in the process as the armored gauntlet looked far too large next to his real head. "Suppose we are in a position to render assistance with you...academic pursuits, what would be our rewards?" He glanced at Dether with a sly look. "Suppose we ourselves had something that needed doing. Is trading favors on the table?"

A few questions. Thinking about trading favors got me thinking about Banalli or whatever his name was. Whats happened to him? Also, I cant currently find it, but at one point we were contemplating setting that madman there have been rumors about up so he would go after the merchants, but I cant remember his name. Im kinda thinking Dether might be him, and I wanna ask him if he knows the name, and depending on the reaction, maybe even ask him if Dether is his real name.