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Maena steps forward carefully, getting herself out of a sticky situation, then looks around and smiles, "Nice of you to all come so close...", she says as she grips the unholy symbol and draws deeply on the her link to Belial, pushing it out and into all those around her.
Maena growls, "Someone blind the archer," as she steps forward, putting herself into a flanking position with Damien, swinging the club with the divine power flowing through her.
Maena takes a deep breath and draws infernal power, filling herself with dark power and making ready to crush a few more hated skulls.
Maena says, "It seems so."
No problem. Totally undertand the busy.
Maena says, "More killing. If only to break the will of the Mitrans... and pocket whatever magic items these might have, and turn them against the hypocrites."
Maena nods, "Just need to make sure they're weak enough not to run us down. Wiping out what was probably a wizard was probably a step in the right direction."
Maena sighs, "I do hope that isn't an alarm."
Maena says, "Killing. If only to ensure we're not run down before our rendez-vous."
Maena enters the room, and rushes the old man, cursing that she didn't have a clear lane from which to charge him.
Maena nods, grips the club and follows...
Maena follows with the group, hand wrapped around the stolen club. I do home someone's home.... and maybe not quite ready for company.
Maena follows and smiles as Alicia lunges toward the serving woman, Seems she's not all bad after all..
Inebriation, the 5th Horseman: Maena says, "I'm thinking that killing the warden might help alleviate the risk of recapture.... and, to be honest, if I'm to live with a brand for the rest of my life, because my otherworldly looks weren't enough, then I wouldn't much mind making the man pay...in blood and in coin."
3, plus or minus one, horsemen: Maena narrows her eyes, playing up the strangeness of her appearance as she tries to read the man.
Where's my pale horse?: Maena casts stabilize, ensuring that the man doesn't bleed out, saying, "That will make sure that your blood loss won't kill you. Give us the information, or I won't be able to stop them from making a bigger hole that will take different magic to stop."
Claiming Death, then..: Maena steps with the club and turning her cruel gaze on him, "And don't lie to us. I hate that enough to make it so that you do want to die."
Sorry guys, rough week at work -- overtime and burnout. Posted.
The Four Horsemen...: Maena rushes forward, raising the club as she starts trying to close the distance, somewhat unsucessfully. She stops just after entering the small room, ready to strike if her companions can't finish them off quickly.
Maena looks at Alicia and says sternly, "A few extra second of thinking and planning and most of us probably wouldn't even be here and now have to escape. Let's learn from that and make the most of or second chance, shall we?" She then says in a more calm voice, "That said, we don't have time to have a long discussion about every possibility, either. I'd recommend systematically hunting and killing all the guards, gaining as much as we can in provisions and supplies, either to use or sell, and getting the Hells out of here before dawn..." She turns to face the prisoners, "So let's get these nice people to draw us a map of the area, a count of how many guards are on shift and how many are sleeping, and we won't feed then to the grossly underfed Ogre, but we'll leave them locked up so the Mitrans don't think they helped us. Everyone wins. And while they're doing that, well take all the food an Ogre can carry... Some sacks might be useful... "
Maena nods in support of Damien, "Just think of it as a fun hunt."
Maena nods, "I like the way you think, Elf. I second that approach."
I'd intended the suggestion to slow pursuit -- I imagine they'll eat before setting out. However, just to spite them is a perfectly good reason too.
Maena asks, "Would we not be in a position to weaken the guard. Surely there's something we could mix into the food that could lead to wretching, at the very least. "
Maena steps away from the grate and begins to dons the guard's chain and shield, "If they don't wish the protection, I'll certainly take it." She looks up at Alica and motions toward the shield, "Best protect yourself to be sure you can keep being a pain in the posterior. I can't guarantee that Belial will want me to use his gifts to help those too foolish to help themselves."
Maena said, "To be honest, I was thinking a scout dressed as a fake guard, as a fallback. The ideas aren't mutually exclusive... and the more of us we can get into armour, the better our odds of success."
Maena pauses a moment, then says, "I'm thinking donning the guard's uniforms wouldn't be the worst idea -- might give them a touch of pause, and if nothing else, it may turn a blade later."
Maena nods, "I'm glad we;re in agreement... at least for now. For those who doubt the wisdom of the act, I do think there's something to be said about making sure that there's no garrison looking to hunt us down.... as much as I do also want to send a message." She then says, "Would it be wise to have someone slip down and see what's down there before we decide? Was thinking that if Grumblejack can't get that way, it might be worth working from both directions and meeting in the middle."
Maena nods, "I do.... Though now that we're out, I can't help but think that we should add to the black eye of escaping the 'inescapable' prison by doing enough damage to make it impossible to hide what we've done." She then pauses and says, "I think we can trust him. Can anyone use the picks to free him?"
Maena looks the brute over and says, soothingly, "If you are injured, I can take away some of your pain... though, as impressive as you are, I imagine they were too cowardly to beat you -- even while they had you chained."
*Another* gift from Belial, perhaps? How very... useful.. Still, it would be good to see what motivates him before we free him. She watches the brute carefully, trying to tease out his motivations and whether or not he can be trusted.
Maena says, "Agreed. Armour and shields for those who can use them. While I'm not good with a blade, the club works for me... though I hate this place enough that I might ask someone to cut off the leather banding with one of the new blades."
Maena raises her new weapon and says, "I was hoping he'd be too sick to run that fast.", then joins the chase, I may be able to have Belial strike him if I can see him.
Maena searches the guard killed by her spray of evil, looking for a weapon with which to join the fray. I think this is the first time that I wished I took more after my fiendish heritage -- claws would be extremely useful.
Welcome Cellblock 2. :)
I'll look over them and get back to you...
Ideally, a full arcane and either a ranged combatant or maybe a bard or skald (to buff us) would work, since Moriarty apparently intends to be our skulker, scout and trapfinder.
Now (well, soon) would be a relatively good time to bring someone in, as we'll have keys to the cells. Considering we're down 3, adding 2 might be a good call?
Round 1 Maena, still delighting in the pleasurable burn of Hellfire within her smiles at the guard, drawing even more of the power into herself and then releasing it in a wave... Burn, you hypocrite...
Maena steps forward and snarls, "You're already rotting on the inside...", touching the guide and focussing the power of Hell itself through him, darkening his soul and shattering his defenses.
Maena watches the scene unfold, They just can't resist their petty power trips.., then shakes herself, trying to see if the other guard truly is more noble and has left in disgust, or if he just mouths the platitudes and ways to watch the show... Likely to join in later.
Maena looks away to hide her wicked smile, If only the other one was as subject to his base desires..., she thinks wistfully, keeping a careful eye on the door, ...at least if he's disgusted, he won't be watching... and will also be expecting some grunts and the like...
Maena looks at the man carefully, feeling for the darkness within him with her gifts, then turns to face him. "Come now, surely you can appreciate what she's offering... I mean, just think of the heady, frantic energy of her fear and your control over her.... and, the clarity of purpise that comes from it being her last night alive... I can't imagine you'll ever get a chance like this again, where you could do whatever you wanted to her -- to both of us, really -- when we're so totally under your power and just so grateful for even a moment where we're not thinking about dying.... And, Hells, if you go too far, you know that nobody's going to be able to say a damned thing. Who's going to believe the Forsaken, anyway? And what's more who are we to tell? Our executionners?"
Maena offers, "I'm thinking the best approach might be to fake a panic attack and then offer the guards anything... With a heavy emphasis on everything ... to get out when they come in here to shut us up." She sighs and looks up at Alicia, "Can you scream like a frightened schoolgirl? Or should we try to get them in here another way in order to make our offer?"
Was thinking we could do worse than a trapper or urban ranger.. I don't much like the thought of being killed by traps later, and having someone who can help with that (and locks) would be very helpful.. However, I totally don't want to step too heavily on Moriarty's toes either, so I might say ranger (trapper or urban) or bard could work. However, in terms of the ic stuff.... I'll go post there. I, like Alicia, was waiting.
I wouldn't mind adding a skill character dice we seem to have lost ours. (Then again, I also tend to like parties of 5)
Maena nods, "If we can save our magic, were better to do so. I imagine these aren't the only two between us and the door. And what's more, if rather leave a big enough mess here that it can't be covered up... Something to scar the reputation of Brandiscar, and, by extension, the current order."
Maena says, "I would imagine that some of us could use our more mundane charms to attract... and distract... a guard, if need be."
Her hands freed, Maena reaches for the veil, drawing what she assumes is an Asmodean pentagram from it, Hopefully, Belial will hear me through this object... ot the Prince of Hell will not mind relaying my prayers to one of his Archdukes...
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