Calatin! You pastry swilling old dog! How came you so far from fair Magnimar?
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Heward smiles at Awgin's enthusiasm to please the captain. And hurries in the halforc's wake, no less eager to please.
Heward frowns. The halforc was right. It took some of the sheen off last night. He nods grudgingly. "You're right of course. We bungled the fight. We didn't have weapons for a flying enemy. We have to do better there. But we did the ground work. We got ourselves where we needed to be. We did that right." He shakes his head and catches up to Awgin's last comment. "You really are right. We have to do better. A mage. We need to be able to hit him if he flies, turns invisible, enchants us. Calatin and Laya are going to have to protect us there. We'll get their advice on gear or counter charms. If we find him. We don't have a lot to go on yet. I wish Wizzo would be more forthcoming. How do we find this joker?"
Surprised to find the desk empty, Heward leaves the report and goes upstairs to the roof, looking for Awgin. "How'd you sleep? We did good work last night, but we have this killer mage case to deal with today. We'll have to be sharp."
Heward wakes at Mrs. Brigglespan's call. After thanking her, he washes and shaves. He ponders the day past and the day to come. We need to find out how many Mital infected. The cryptmistress may be of help. Drying his face he walks across the room to his desk and starts his report. Commendations for Awgin, Laya, and Calatin for bravery in the face of an unusual and deadly foe. No recommendation for the fate of the Tarrigans, although their cooperation once entry had been forced was noted. He ends it with recommendations for 1. expert interrogation of Mital Cobbers to determine the number of his victims and 2. the continuation of squad-sized nighttime patrols in neighborhoods where vargouilles were. He stares at the report and wonders briefly if the recommendations overstep his bounds. Then he signs it and runs it down to Mrs. B's desk. " Seen any of the others yet, Mrs. Brigglespan?"
I believe so.
Ready to go. Went for the iron will. Currently experiencing having the fighter turn on the party in another game. I don't want to be that guy.
Priorities whirl through Heward's head. Sleep, paperwork, go out and get drunk, visit his parents, fish. The mage case tips the scales. Sleep it is. Before turning in he leaves a note for Mrs Brigglespan to wake him at dawn and walks to the cells for a last look at their captive.
"Good idea." On the way back Heward wonders how the rest of the watch has done. Were there any more vargouilles out there? Maybe he should have brought Tarrigan in for interrogation right now. Maybe he was just too tired to think straight. He shakes his head and asks, "Calatin, do you think we got them all?" **** Once back at MSI headquarters, Heward sends runners to let the other precincts know Mital's been captured. He looks at the mound of paperwork on his desk and sighs. Tomorrow, we're back on the mage case.
"Calatin, Awgin, let's get this head into a cell and catch some sleep."
Heward holds up both hands palms out. "I never said you did it to win a medal. I'm just saying it was one of the bravest things I've ever seen. Makes me proud to be in this team."
Worried about complications with the Cryptmistress, Heward will wait outside with the head. (And hopefully Awgin) If Awgin stays, Heward grins, "You were either brave or crazy grabbing the head like that. You are not short of cajones, friend. Don't think I ever would have tried a stunt like that." "I think Captain Percival will be pleased."
Heward gathers his javelins and stands ready to help anyone who needs help.
Heward watches with some admiration as Awgin readies his impromptu restraint. "Before you do that, break his wings and jaw, just in case. We can't have him screaming or flying away if those don't hold." He turns to Laya and Calatin, "See to the Tarrigans. We'll need to get them to the temple and then get a statement."
"Nice work," Heward looks down at Cobbers and wonders.
Heward continues to hack at Mital's tentacles and ears. dagger ...
Heward grabs a handful of tentacles and slashes with his dagger. ...
Seeing Awgin's advantage, Heward spins away from the door and hurries over to help. He draws his dagger on the way. Reaching Awgin, he grabs a hank of tentacles to pull Mital's face upwared and tries to drive the dagger into its eye. The dagger slices along Cobber's cheek leaving a line of blood. Dagger ...
Heward glances down at the Tarrigans. "Do you have a bow of any kind?
Heward notices the front door hanging open and rushes to close it.
Heward picks up the javelin.
Heward reaches back. Three steps forward and he hurls the javelin at Mital. The missile flies high. Javelin .... damage
Improvised javelin AoO ... damage Heward jabs at the varguoille as it swoops. The tip of his javelin opens a small tear in its thin outer wing.
"Give it up, Mital!"
Heward clutches his lantern and javelin and follows in the varguoille's wake, waiting for Mital to make his move.
"We need more light. Calatin, Laya?" Heward shifts the lantern to his left hand and draws a javelin with his right as he steps forward in pursuit of the fleeing varguoille.
Heward takes a couple steps toward the room with the fighting and sees that the action is taking place in darkness. Thinking quickly*, he returns to the hall to retrieve the lantern and circles back to the left hand room.
Heward also snaps out of the paralysis. "Sir Mital Cobbers. Surrender to the law of Magnimar!" He reaches for a javelin and hopes that Mital doesn't....
Heward struggles to move. Sir Mital Cobbers or not, this thing is dangerous and needs to be stopped now. One look at his kinswoman is enough to confirm that.
Heward stiffens, paralyzed with fear.
"Thanks, Laya," Heward grunts as he reaches for another javelin and waits for Mital to make his move.
Heward pulls himself off the floor. Crossbows! Maybe I can get Calatin to carry one. He draws a javelin from the long quiver on his back. He rushes three steps forward and throws.
Javelin at Mital .... damage
Reflex "Look out!" Heward tries push Awgin against the wall and out of the way of the tumbling statue. The heavy stone hits him and he crashes down the stairs.
Perhaps the Watchman stretches his neck a little further into the firelit room for a better view?
Heward has a quick look in the firelit room before going upstairs.
Perception Sense Motive "I am a Watchman! Put down that sword." Heward doesn't wait for compliance. He tries to help the fellow comply by snaking Brienne between the fellow's legs and tripping him. CMB for trip attempt
Heward takes a deep breath. "If we've blown it, we've blown it. A little extra property damage won't matter much. Let's get in there."
Awgin doesn't stop working on the door. "Make up your mind already. You want to get in or not?" "Yeah, I want to get in. I think something's fishy behind that door, but if we're wrong the captain's going to have my head. I wish Cobber would just open up."
A crowd of people huddled in a shrinking pool of sunlight while Mig rants at them.... "Sir, come to the door now! We need to see if you are all right." Heward looks at Awgin. "Count of ten, then we go together." Aid another to break the door (Strength check)
Seeing the gathering crowd, Heward motions for Awgin to stop. He steps closer to the door and announces. "Sir. It is the Watch! Are you all right? Please come to the door!"
That didn't sound right. Heward looks at Awgin, lowers his halberd to horizontal and jerks his head toward the door.
At the cry from inside, Heward frowns thinking of citizen complaints to Percival. We might be in trouble here.
"Wait, Awgin! We should make sure the windows and other doors are closed first!"
In the carriage: Heward says, "We should stick together when we get there so we can protect anyone of us who gets frozen. If the vargouille does scream, what do you say to all pretending to be frozen to lure him in?" At the scene: "Laya's right. Knock first."
The sergeant looks at the rest of the team.
Heward ponders the question.
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