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Kwen nods at Sajeek's words stands, and starts pacing trying to think on the ways that one could hide in plain sight due to magic. One would think that there would be a way to detect or locate someone that has managed to change their form. the rogue thinks to himself; it was vexing to say the least not sure who they could trust.

Kwen smiles at the words, having all three of them ask how they managed to escape was enjoyable to say the least. Kwen tells the three the tale of how they managed to escape, the sacrifice that Revery had gone through, the spells being cast before the poison grenade had gone off.
Kwen wasn't a bard, but he did have some ability to tell the tale with a bit of a style. He might not have enjoyed some parts of what had happened, but there was something thrilling about reliving so of what had happened.
" After that, Revery gated back to a safe location, I managed to stay hidden long enough to get the drop on two guards. I leveled the playing field by using some poison that was rare, but it allowed Sajeek and I to disguise ourselves. The next hardest part was the necromancer's and her friends; that was another close one to say the least." Kwen says with a wry smile yes, there was the thrill of what had happened along with the knowledge that the rogue would be taking away from that little jail break.
Upon hearing Kspress words Kwen merely shrugs, not sure if he felt brave about what they had done. " Of course, Kspress, I'm glad to see that you managed to make it here with out dying." Kwen says with a smile

Kwen had been wondering the city, keeping an idle eye out for more supplies, his stores had been running low on poisons. Of course looking was not the same as buying, and the rogue found himself spending tome playing dice.
Managing only to break even was much more difficult, but then the rogue never bothered with trying to make money by gambling. Losing interest quickly, the rouge went back to check on Revery, and to do a little bit more reading.
Kwen had been spending his time at odds with what had happened, the victory felt hallow to say the least. Yes they had survived, but the nagging doubt that things could still go poorly. Perhaps the two Iksar and the human had enough and left Firiona on her own.
Shaking these thoughts from his head, the rogue boredom sinking in, where nothing seemed to fill the time for the rogue. He hated to admit it, but Kwen wanted to be traveling again, of course that feeling changed when the guards asked him to come with them.
Kwen had no choice in the matter and followed, rather then trying to escape, for this time Kwen was sure that if they were going to en-prison him, they would have waited until he was asleep. The chance that this was going to go poorly for Kwen, was low he reckoned.

Ah steam punk limb replacement, makes more sense.

For a foot, nah I'd say his essence would drop down to a 4.5-4, if he had a whole cybered limb then yeah I could see the 3.5.

" Well now, if you wish to hold on to my spare set, then I have no qualms about that, perhaps if you wish, I could even give the both of you some basic lessons." Kwen finishes with a smile, then he winches looking at Revery's wounds. " I would say stay as a dagger, I'll not use your new form as a weapon, mayhaps we will find a way to.... alleviate your injuries, or find a cleric who might be able to do something about your leg." Kwen pauses for a few moments.
" We should leave, as Bast and Sajeek are the only two that I know of, that are able to track people in the natural settings." Kwen starts donning his gear, glad for the moment that he had more of his useful items back.

Kwen looks at Sajeek and Bast, feeling that they had gotten very lucky
Kwen thinks to himself that it could have gone so much worse for the three. Of course Revery was now missing a foot, Kwen hopes that they will find a way to restore him from such a debilitating injury.
Kwen gives a brief prayer to the God of Rogues that they had to managed to escape, from the cells. " We should leave sooner rather then later, I have a feeling that the guards are going to be looking for us. We still need to find the others out of the city, I'm hoping that we will be fortunate enough to find them." Kwen says softly, wondering what they could do to help Revery out.

" The intruders somehow managed to launch another attack, using poisons, or perhaps using magic to cloud where they are at. Without magical means, locating and slaying the intruders may prove challenging at best." Kwen says blending fact and fiction together, if the necromancer questions why it looks like two broodlings are standing as guards, Kwen would have another lie ready: This is their task before becoming 'adults'. Only if she questions him about their status of being a broodling.

bluff check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Kwen grabs one of the guards' leg and hacks off his foot, at the same height has Revery's limb. He takes a shallow breath and taps Rev, handing him back his own limb he, he whispers " Gate yourself out of here, we will meet you at the normal spot, I'll get Sajeek and I out of here." Once Rev has done that, Kwen and Sajeek dressed as guard, yells that they are under attack.
Once the door is unlocked by the other guards Kwen will back out if he is able too, along with Sajeek out of the room, he acts like he was hit by poison. Kwen says to the other guards " We are under attack, someone is using poison!"

Kwen, inwardly calling himself 8 kinds a fool, throws the vial right at the faces of both guards, surprising both of them with the suddenness of the attack.

ranged touch attack the 5-ft square, 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (16) + 17 = 33


fort save vs Twisting Fugue, DC 38 Inhaled Nausea(10) Paralysis

Kwen is barely breathing as he spends all of his energy into thinking don't look over here:

Kwen finally manages to stop retching and moves to a corner, not sure where the others are at, in this annoying cloud, he hopes the spell that Revery cast on him lasts longer then the effects of the poison, knowing that it could end soon, the poison effect.

The heck does fast recovery do? Never mind found it, I'm an idiot...

Kwen quickly locks the door, with no issue what so ever, in fact it is almost like returning the door to it's natural state. Managing to keep hidden is no issue for the rogue, after all it is what he has spent so many years doing; remaining hidden while his prey passes by him.

I like your idea of levitating us to the ceiling, this could work very well for us.... I hope!

Wow, Brilliant play sir! I am impressed at your moxy

Kwen whispers to Sajeek " This is going to be fun!" with a sarcastic waggle of his eye ridges, the rogue starts to get a tale ready, hoping for the best, he waits for everyone to take their assigned roles. ' This is it, time to roll the bones and hope that we get lucky again. ' the rogue thinks to himself.

Welp we're boned.

" Alright Rev, get out of here, Velkuriss, Kspress, Markus use this Teleportation stone and take Firiona out of the city using the activation words, Rev keep my stuff and take Sajeek's gear. Sajeek and I will stay behind and I will lie like there is no tomorrow and we should be able to get out of here in the next couple of days."
Kwen says thinking on his feet and the confidence of a plan, he prays that the God of Rogues would watch over him for the next few days, while he schemes. Firiona's shackles pose no challenge for the rogue:

pick lock 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (12) + 27 = 39

Then he hides his picks again, hoping that he will be able to get out of this one alive.

Kwen takes shallow breaths, keeping his form as still as possible, knowing that this is a critical time for stealth, Kwen hopes that everyone can manage themselves to be as quiet as possible, especially the human. Of everyone in here, the human would have the hardest time in the cells, no light, and the fact that he didn't look like the stealthy person.

sneak 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (8) + 21 = 29

Kwen finishes opening up the door to the elf's cell motions for the Kspress to go inside, Kwen points to the Sajeek to grab the human and both of the them get into the cell. He points to the others motions them to go into to the cells, and wait for this patrol to pass, he scoops up the clockwork construct and moves inside the cell, getting ready to close the door as soon as Kspress comes in.

sneak 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25

You just missed them, they said good things about you, left with your wallet, and took my car :).

Kwen smiles at Revery, then blinks at the sight of the little clockwork construct, seeing where the construct stops at he whispers to Kspress " That Iksar is our friend as well, don't attack him." Kwen looks at Revery, with a cocked eye ridge motions to get the their gear quietly.
Kwen looks at the door with a smile and gets to work as quietly as possible, he pads over to the cell and starts doing his job, with a mutter to himself he scoffs at the basic work of the lock:

if needed sneak check 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25

'Twas the perfect time for the Nat 20's to show up

Kwen unlocks the door to the cell, now armed with the knowledge of the guards movements, opening it just a crack for Kspress, allowing the human to see where he is going and for Kspress to lead the others to the elf.

Kwen gives a grin, the lock as expected were no match for the elf, he moves to release Sajeek from his bonds:

6 heartbeats later the rogue had unlocked Sajeek's bonds, he puts a finger to his lips whispering " keep it looking like you are still bond up, that way if a guard comes in while I am picking everyone's locks, you can get the drop on them."
Kwen moves over to the the Iksar named Velkuriss and whisper " I'm going to unlock your bonds now."

6 heartbeats later, Kwen makes short work of the lock, in short order Kwen picks the others' bonds as well.

Kwen's eyes widen, this was devolving quickly, it seems that the very large Iksar had access to something that looked like it could rip the life from one's body. Kwen wasn't afraid to admit that he was afraid, there were things in this world that still worried the half-elf:

Kwen swallowed, then drew on the harsh lessons that the god Cazic-Thule had bestowed on the half-elf. Kwen also got angry, here he was trying to help a fool out from his bonds and he wouldn't listen.

" The name is Kwen, your threat is something that I've heard before, my friend and I want to get the elf out of the city. Now I am sure I would make a good meal, probably the best that you've had in a while, but let me ask you this for the final time: Would.You.Like.To.Get.Out.Of.Here." Kwen whispers in a calm tone, his voice managing to not betray his feelings. having had enough of the threats he pulls out his lock picks.

" Now I'm going to unlock my bonds, anyone else who wants to get out of here can just be calm and we can work together, I'll give you my word that I'll tell you more as soon as we get out of the city." he finishes with a whisper, then gets to work on his chains, keeping an ear out for the sounds of guards moving closer, Kwen mutters a curse in elvish at whole situation.

" Just to get her out of the city and back to her people, I could say more but I would like your word, that you will help us. You give us your word, the guard routes, and you can come with us." Kwen whispers " or the other option is to stay here and rot, I'm sure you would like to plot your revenge, or just to get out of here." Kwen finishes waiting for the answer from the three, although Kwen was certain that the human would want to get out of here as soon as possible.

Kwen whisper to Sajeek " Alright look, I say we take them with us, they have been chained and beaten, for it looks like a long time, we can get them out of the city and then if need be we can let them go free when we get out of the city."
Kwen looks at the three, then whispers " Alright so here is my proposal: you tell us where the elf is, we get you out of the city if you help us get her out of here." Kwen was also amazed at the fact that the human, had been able to speak Iksar, his eyes widening in shock, he wondered how he had learned it. 'Something that I am going to need to ask him about that if we get out of here.' the rogue thinks to himself.

" Well would you like to get out of here, alive, no longer starving? I might know of a way to get out of here, and I'd rather we all work together. " Kwen whispers back in common, realizing that he had a bite of information. The human's hoarse whisper couldn't hide the fact that he had tinge of hope. Kwen knew that these three would have some pretty critical information that the rogue wouldn't need to spend time figuring out, guard routes, how often they came to check on them and so on.
Kwen knows that they could be betrayed by the three, but it would behoove all of them to work together, after all Revery could be discovered soon and getting these three to trust Sajeek and the rogue needed to be quick.

Kwen says " Oh, that was cruel, now I have to ask." The rogue gives a quiet giggle, acting like he was as close to Sajeek's level of feeling good. " Who spooned with whom? Or who managed to piss off someone by sleeping with their mate?" with an impish smile, and in common.

Giving a sigh he brings his hands close to his belt, where he managed to hide the right amount of his tools for opening these locks. Kwen gave a smile hoping to win these two over might be a bit tough, but these two looked like they wanted out of here. Taking note of the Iksar putting his finger to his lips the rogue, smarten's up.
In a whisper to Sajeek, Kwen asks the Beast lord " Think we can use use these three as part of our plan?" his voice barely a murmur to Sajeek. The rogue waits long enough for Sajeek to give his answer then starts making sure his fingers have enough blood flow, the last thing he needed was his fingers stiffening up.

When the guards opened the door to the cell an Iksar, reeking of cheep liquor, and watered ale, the Iksar scales are shades of a dark grey, his horns happen to be a dark red. The broodling is wearing a black tunic, and black pants with a belt. While looking and smelling drunk this Iskar seems to be more nimble then muscle bound, when the guards chain him to the other Iksar he puts his head down as if he was ashamed.
Kwen was surprised to see a human chained to an Iksar, still the rogue gives an inward smile at least the plan went very well so far, now it would be time to get out of here. Of course there was the problem of a human chained to the Iksar, Kwen decides that if they were beaten then they wouldn't mind getting out of here.
The last time Kwen had been jailed, he watched a pair of thieves try to break out, without trying to get the help of the other inmates, it hadn't ended well for them. While these two looked like they had seen miles of hard trails, of course being a broodling at the moment Kwen had to put up an act, the rogue gave a wince at the sight of both of them.
Looking over at Sajeek, Kwen gives a nod at the beast lord letting him know he was ready to do this. Looking at the human, he couldn't believe that someone had survived this for long here.
Trying to pull off being drunk wasn't too hard, glad that the potion that the group had taken, gave them memories of the Iksar people. Waiting for some time for the guards to relax, Kwen starts to eye the manacles. His thoughts on the next step of the plan, finally he whispers to the human " Smooth skin in here, how odds."

Very true, well let us go and get arrested!

" If we manage get her out of there, I will mostly likely open up other cells, we can use the confusion to our advantage and hopefully slip out in with her possibly invisible. If needed I have some more tricks up my sleeve, I think from what little I saw, an idea of where she might be." Kwen whispers.

Would you count as a magic weapon? And if so would I get a bonus to hit and damage?

Since most of what Kwen has is mostly magical gear and kits that are useful for the jail break, the rogue had Revery hold onto a grenade. Along with his basic lock picking kit, that way he would have some ace in the hole. Kwen hopes that he would have most of his gear, intact.

Not really, I wasn't sure which plan we were going with, this one works for me, good call are you still able to cast spells as a dagger?

Sorry about the lack of posting yesterday, still getting crap out of the lungs.

Huh, I figured going in as drunks was our plan, with Revery as a dagger holding on to some of our stuff and securing more of our stuff at where we came in from.

" Sounds like a plan, it would be best if we had someone who could guard our stuff, we might have a lot of people after us, I can provide some distractions to our escape. I can secure some of my tools on me, as I am sure we will lose some of our gear in the search, but they should be nearby. Perhaps Revery can hold on to some of our gear, in the sense that as a dagger he can pass some of our stuff to us when I get out of the cell. I am thinking that starting a riot while in there might work as well." Kwen says pondering many possibilities.

" Yeah that could work as well, I would have to swallow a few of my tools, the problem with that, I didn't see many others of us, except for Kloks. That and the fact I think I would be beaten first then thrown in a cell." Kwen says his mind reaching back into what little he had seen of the area, trying to remember how many Iksar were in the cell for drunkness.

" That might work, I can take you along if you would transform yourself into a dagger." Kwen whispers " We could go along with the cart idea and food, I can make a few enhancements to the food and drink and we have an possible in." Kwen finishes absently itching a scale on his face.

Kwen asks the Klok vendor " I'm looking for some ingredients, eye humors, purple hepatica petals, giant wasps royal jelly, and larent suspension, or some Blood thorn petals and Thurium. Perhaps you could point us in the direction of a vendor who might sell some."

" Alright so my first plan was to go get the guards drunk, but thinking harder about it, I don't think that many of the guards drown their sorrows. We need a way to get into the guild, I have a good idea of where the target is at in the cells and the locks won't pose any problems for me."
" My first plan was to get a cart load it up with spirits and have someone else pull the cart and I would hide underneath the cart, where the axles are next to me, then slip out while the cart is being unloaded. That won't work, so my next plan would be to create a distraction using the potent spirits, a building, and some fire."
" I am not thrilled at that plan at all, too much could go wrong with that plan. We need someway of getting in avoiding getting spotted by the door guards and I should be able to get us down to the cells without too much problems." Kwen says in a low voice, pausing for a moment as another idea comes to his mind
" Or I do have a poison that is meant to go into food and drink, it won't put them to sleep, but it does cause damage to one's muscles and their health at the same time. If I can find some Tare's Lichen, and some snowfall algae, I can make something that will make someone forget a few hours of what they learned and saw." Kwen whispers.
" Or if I can find some powdered Asmag weed I can make a damaging smoke cloud, set off some lethargic bliss as well. creating a massive amounts of confusion as well as stoned guards." Kwen finishes quietly
Searching his Iksar memories Kwen tries to remember if there is a sewer system, as it would have to connect to important places.

Whoops, I misread that about the guards, my bad.

Kwen whispers to the other's " Some of the guards are fond of the drink, the ones that are in the cells, I might have a plan." Kwen's body is completely still on the outside, internally he feels his heartbeat start to beat just a bit faster, as the thrill of planning for a caper starts to charge his mind.

Kwen says to the others " we will need to purchase wine, or some spirits as and bring them to the guards." Kwen whispers to the others, he goes back to the klok who had given them information.
" Perhaps you could point us in the direction of one that sells potent spirits and wine." the rogue says with a bit of a grin the plan starting to come to him, one that had worked before in the past, many years ago. The locks wouldn't prove to be that difficult for the rogue, in fact it seems that the ridged training and thoughts had stagnated the Iksar as a whole. Yes they were very frightening to say the least, but only allowing for the Iksar in general to only be a certain type as a people could also be their downfall.
Pushing these thoughts aside was easy, as the more important things had to be completed as the rogue starts to gather more information.

"Each of these phials contains our most powerful extracts that will not just coat you in an illusion of looking as an iksar, but alter your form to be one. This is the first of the potions I was able to brew from the blood of the traitor. " Alric explains that the potion has not been used in the war to this point for it has only just been completed. The effects should last a tenday for each of you. He does not speak the words, but you can work it out for yourself that you do not wish to enter the goodly outpost as an iksar.

I did the fact checking for us, page 46

Kwen gives a smile and nods " Alright, I'll take the food stuffs in, provided that the guards have already placed their order." Kwen says. The Iksar part of his mind is disgusted by this whole situation but the transformed half-elf tells this feeling to shut up.
After the guards have placed their order Kwen loads up the, knowing that this could be problematic to say the least the rogue, adopts the broodling mindset and walks towards the entrance where the food stuffs are being taken into the guild.