Jeeves approached cautiously, taking time to prod the skeletal remains with his greataxe after their last encounter.
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Jeeves approached the door first and listened for any sounds of movement on the other side.
Jeeves sighed as his master gave him the patronizing warning, though he did take it to heart as he skirted around behind one of the angry dead.
Jeeves appreciated the atypical concern for his safety from Declan as he strode toward the skeletal creatures. After being warned that they would be best hurt by blunt force, he swung with his fist rather than draw his axe.
"Bob speaks the truth. House Sarini is our enemy. By our side you stand the best chance of fighting back against your oppressors."
There isn’t time! Look, would YOU rather get caught? Or this rat?
Jeeves could hear and smell the creature, but knew they could never catch it without some ability to see it. Quickly, you need to fetch a sack of flour from Laria upstairs!
Jeeves strips off Kossrani’s armor and gathers it along with his other belongings. ”We should have the prisoners grab the weapons from the armory and don the unsullied armor—though quickly—to help conceal that they are prisoners and protect them. Plus it will help us to carry all of this.”
Jeeves choked up on his greataxe and tried to end the fight.
Jeeves steps up behind his master’s red-skinned compatriot and reached out with his long arms to trip the human in front of him.
Jeeves moves a little closer to the door and said in a loud whisper, ”Shhh! I think they’ve heard us. Quick grab some of those weapons! Fight for your freedom!”
readied attack / AoO:
Declan allowed himself a devilish smile as Jeeves relayed the news that the guards were indeed asleep in their beds. He instructed him to make sure that everyone attempted to kill the guards simultaneously to help ensure that no alarm is raised.
Jeeves then prepared to step up to the nearest sleeping guard and delivery a heavy blow with his axe for a quick, and hopefully painless, death as he held no personal ill will towards the human. He just waited for his stealthier allies to move into position.
After Declan let Jeeves know telepathically that the patrol just passed and entered into the main building and commented that they don't seem very alert, Jeeves gave the signal to his companions. He tapped the shoulders of those nearby and gave a thumbs up to the halflings a short distance ahead. With that signal, he readied his greataxe as he knew it was time to slip into the barracks and hopefully catch the resting guarddmen unawares. He let the halflings make the first approach then followed behind as quietly as he could.
Jeeves did his part, and approached slowly following a good twenty paces behind the halflings. He held his ground a block away from the barracks until someone gave word that they'd spotted a patrol.
As usual Jeeves watched and listened closely to Declan's brother trying to determine his true motives and intents.
Jeeves shakes off his paralysis, squints his eyes in rage, and charges the nearest fairy.
Jeeves recoiled as the teeth sunk in on the second attempt. Soon he felt his muscles stiffen.
Jeeves just rolled his eyes as Huck and Declan taunted each other back and forth.
Jeeves whispers in Leila's ear, He is terrified. Now you can come across as the reasonable one who he can relate to. Perhaps ask what he knows about the murder here.
Jeeves strode forward drawing his bow and readying a shot at the first fool to emerge.
readied attack:
AoO:
Jeeves rolled his eyes. He would have been impressed by Declan’s little speech if he weren’t living proof of his hipocrisy. And yet he didn’t detect any duplicity. Is the silver-tongued bastard getting better? He couldn’t mean that could he? What’s gotten into him?
Sullenly, Jeeves telepahtically spoke the words he'd begun to truly despise, Yes, master, your wish is my command. His master quickly hushed him and told him something that he'd longed to hear for years, Declan said he wasn't his master. He stopped paying attention for a moment as his mind joyfully wandered to what he might do with his newfound freedom. After a moment, he noticed that his master was still talking, and certainly still seemed to be speaking in his usual tone of unapologetic condescension. As it sank in that Declan was merely explaining a ruse for them both to act as simple peasants, Jeeves heaved an especially heavy sigh and nodded, Yes, mast--I mean, sure, Bob. He smiled to himself as he thought, I am at least going to milk this situation for all it's worth. As the two reentered Laria's office, Jeeves threw his arm over Declan's shoulder and cheerfully said, "I made it. This idiot," he said as he poked Declan in the ribs, "told me the wrong place to meet! I'm Jyvestrix. So how do you know Rexus, here?"
"Yes, yes, no need to shout," Jeeves said aloud in response to his masters panicked instructions. He made his way through the door swinging on its hinges after the savage one came barrelling through, and seized the opportunity to slip behind the dog snarling at the others. "No! Bad dog!" he said forcefully as he smacked the dog's rear end, "Bad!"
Jeeves turn after Rathgur's: Yes, yes, no need to shout, Jeeves said aloud, in response to his masters panicked instructions. He sidestepped up to the door, and threw his should into the door, throwing back the snarling dog on the other side, as he balled his fist and swung at the other dog.
Jeeves approached a little timidly. He did not like the looks of the place and he was still a little bruised from yesterday's excitement. Jeeves moved up to look in the boarded up window making note to examine more closely anything that seemed to catch his master's eye.
As warmth spread through his body, Jeeves groggily drifted awake. It had been such a good dream, with Declan being tormented with fire pokers, while Jeeves took delicate bites of chocolate. He blinked several times in confusion at the halfling with a hideously scarred forehead laying her hands upon him. He then blearily looked around to get his bearings. Upon seeing Declan standing over him, smugly clearing his throat as usual, he quickly rose to his feet and made himself presentable. How may I be of service, master Tanessen?
Jeeves looked around woozily as he lowered the punch he never got to swing. He was frankly shocked to still be standing. The arrival of reinforcements was enough to convince him that fighting would be folly and he turned to flee until he heard his master’s voice in his head again, You heard that madman’s taunts. We can’t have the blood of these men on our hands. Do your best to tend to the wounds of the one you knocked out. With a heavy sigh, Jeeves took his bloodied handkerchief and did his best to try to staunch the wounds of the loyalist bleeding next to him.
As consciousness faded, he chuckled to himself as he saw deep crimson soaking through his handkerchief, Looks like this one isn't going to make it. Declan can't fault me for trying. A smile crept over his face as he finally got the rest he’d been craving since this whole madness began.
Jeeves' eyes were heavy with pain before, and grew even heavier from magic yet he just couldn't quite drift off yet. That one still deserves a good thwop with the old grapefruit spoon he thought as he glared at black CCG.
Jeeves showed no acknowledgement of his master’s chastisement and orders to stand down, while in his mind he spoke, Master, I suspect you’re going to be on your own here in a moment. A moment later he heard back, Very well. I suppose you have earned a little time off. See if you can’t get another blow or two in before you clock out at least. He squinted his eyes to glare over his pince nez at the militiaman as he slowly produced a white handkerchief and dabbed away the blood he was coughing up. If this stains, it comes out of my pay, you swine! he shouted as he raised a fist in warning.
if/when Jeeves makes an AoO:
I warned you. Jeeves said with a shake of his head, as he kicked at the militiaman trying to rise.
if/when Jeeves takes his readied attack: Jeeves rains down one last blow before collapsing with a sigh.
Those nearby may have noticed a disturbing smile across his lips as he closed his eyes.
Jeeves heard his master’s orders in his head, Sorry, Jeeves, but I am going to need you to be the scapegoat here. We have to stop this, but publicly I must remain loyal to House Thrune. Stop those militia and protect the people of this city. He hated constantly being treated as an expendable subservient to Declan, but now at least he got to vent that frustration on someone’s face. Halt, ruffian! You shall not harm master Tanessen! he shouted as he charged toward a member of the Chellish Citizens Group with a clenched fist.
Jeeves once again introduced his master after a loud sigh, and he certainly tried to keep his asides quieter at least this time.
Jeeves found this part especially humiliating, so he took what chances he could to rebel against his pompous master. He stepped forward into the crowd and announced, May I present the lord, Declan Merriweather Tanessen, third of his name, captain of the Kintargo prep polo team (intramural), climber of the big oak (sapling), letterman, killer of three ponies (he was... a portly child), fourteenth in line to the viscount of Kintargo (behind both his younger sisters).
Jeeves knew his role as usual was to watch for hints that his master's ploy might go awry. He watched the loyalists faces closely so he could telepathically warn his master if he needed to adjust his approach.
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