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"Okay." Brask says. "May I go with you? I feel I need a walk while my anger tempers"

"I'd be happy for the company. It'll be quite a walk since it's on the outskirts of town."

The next day he and Brask head for his childhood home, traveling with a companion made the journey a little more bearable, however seeing the state of things since Barzillai got his dirty corrupt hands all over made the anger inside flare, he had to take deep breaths to calm himself. As he passed familiar faces of his neighbors he gave out a few gold to all that he passes. 50 gp in total

He pauses when they get to the property line of his family home, making a stop at a small garden with a single stone with the name Leandra Amell carved into it. He kneels and touches the stone reverently, his eyes sliding close as he whispers a soft prayer in his mother's native tongue before standing, his eyes a little red from unshed tears and gives Brask a sheepish smile before they continue on into his home.

He smiled seeing the familiar figure of his father hunched over his work table, he soon frowns seeing the state of his father. Mykhail arches a brow at his father's reaction and he knew that something was happening. His father was a friendly man and welcomed everyone into his home with open arms despite his poverty, to see him react this way was disheartening.

Mykhail hogs his father tightly, realizing now just how much he'd truly missed his father.

"I know father, I am sorry. Things happened very quickly and it is not safe for me to send word for fear of it being intercepted by Thrunes men. Father, this is a companion of mine, Brask. Brask, this is my Father, Marcus." Mykhail introduces the two of them before turning back to his father.

"We're part of a resistance of sorts aiming to over through Barzillai. I'm afraid I can't tell you much more than that. I can't risk your safety by telling you too much. I actually have a purpose for my visit. I was wondering if you could help me with Iustitia." He spoke softly as he pulled out the battered pistol.

Mykhail gratefully accepts the alcohol and walks to the table and pours out drinks for Femi and himself and leaves the bottle on the table for anyone else who wishes to partake. He sips at the strong liquid hoping to calm his nerves as they discuss what changes need to be made and nods.

"Wise plan, it is tough to have a strong foundation without the money but the money will not help us solve our other problems. We have to balance out our plans as much as possible to have the right amount of funds to keep our followers and enough followers to do tasks for us while we try to get to the heart of the matter."

" I am willing to travel with anyone who needs my aid but I think I shall like to go visit my Father to see if he has any ideas in how to better my pistol."

Mykhail remains sitting at the table that he'd been sharing with his companions his face neutral, however beneath the table his fists were clenched in irritation. It was hard keeping oneself in check when all he desired was to rid Kintargo of corrupt men who were so easily paid off as if they hadn't a care in the world. It's because men like that criminals and murderers were out on the streets.

He took a deep breath to help calm his frayed nerves. They were biding their time, there was no need to pick a fight here and now, that would only result in damage and casualties anyhow.

Once the men were gone Mykhail stood angrily from the table.

"I need something stronger than coffee"

Seeing as Mykhail had hunch that they were being sabotaged he would have stuck with Femi so he wasn't alone. Sorry for the delay.

The news of the wall having been tampered with was not surprising in the least, but still disheartening. After they have gathered information on a possible hit while they are alone with just the group Mykhail speaks. "I think from now on we need to keep our plans to ourselves, even limit it to Rexus and Laria until we learn who is trying to sabotage us. Spreading the word is our goal but until we learn who we can trust we should play our hands close to our chests."

"I think we should go stake the place out, perhaps split into smaller inconspicuous groups and get a feel of the operation before we make our move against this Albia."

Brask, I am sorry for your loss. Hope things look up for you soon

"Then that's what we will do. We need to be sure that our base is secure to help us succeed in our future goals of ridding Kintargo of Thrune. I hope it was just an accident... I don't relish the thought of one of our own working against us"

In the morning when the group is sitting around a small table together Mykhail glances around and makes sure they are relatively alone before he leans in and glances around at the small group.

"There is something I wish to bring to all of your attention. I don't think what happened down in the basement was an accident. During the chaos I found a hammer and chisel close by and it seemed like someone tried to hide it in a hurry. It's possible that what happened was a trap. I don't know who it was supposed to be for, or who was trying to set it into motion but... not many know about our immediate location so either we have a leak and Thrune and his minions are sneaking in or we aren't as discreet as we are hoping to be. Those are my suspicions and I am not sure if they are correct but I feel we need to tread carefully and be careful who we converse with."

Mykhail's eyes narrow as he hones in on the hammer and chisel beside the wall that had just fallen in.

Was this a trap? Whom was it meant for, and more importantly who set it. There weren't many who knew about the location which meant it was possibly someone already inside, perhaps one who was masquerading as friend. It was impossible to know for sure, he knew he needed to somehow alert the party, they were the only ones he knew he could trust, without revealing to anyone else of his suspicion. With a deep sigh he turned back to the matter at hand, they would have to find a moment alone together soon. For now he kept his mouth shut and prayed that his intuition was wrong.

"We'll also need to think of a safe, discreet, way of transporting her, don't want to draw attention to ourselves, we still don't know who we can trust completely."

Aid another Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Mykhail follows the rest of the party down to the basement where the commotion happened. Upon seeing the disaster he aids in any way that he can and starts to help shift the stones off the injured Tengu. As they are tending to the wounds Mykhail starts to look around to see if he can see if anything is Amiss.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

All this talk about vengeance speaks to that dark seed that Mykhail tries very hard to keep under control. He preferred to think of it as him getting justice for what had wrongfully been done to him and the people of Kintargo alike. To many innocent blood was being spilled, not just that of his mother all those years ago, for him to go on a personal vendetta against these men.

There is a fine line between Justice and Vengeance, you will do well to remember that.

"Yes, keeping low seems to be in our best interests. Perhaps we can do some Intel before we make our next big move, in the meantime finding ways to line our pockets, preferably with Thrune's money, would be a bonus." Mykhail said in agreement to both Femi & Elias' ideas.

Mykhail is pleased when they discover the men alive, his anger mounting on the guards at the prisoners well being but as the others pointed out, now was not the time for them to enact their vengeance. They would have to bide their time, and when the time came he would relish in the fight against Barzillai, enjoy taking the power hungry man down to his knees and taking him out for good. To many good men and woman were dying and he wanted to cut the causalities as much as possible. No more innocent men, women, or children needed to die. Not while the Silver Ravens are here to put a stop to the injustice.

He sat at a table cleaning Iustitia with care while he listened to the man speak about them using this as another base, it was one step forward, another small victory.

"Your help will not go in vain, we thank you and promise to help put an end to this madness, any sort of aid is appreciated even if its only a safe haven and a warm meal."

"Shame how coin turn some men into fools." Mykhail said, disgust clear in his tone and he waits patiently for Kalems question to be answered. He spends this time to reload his pistol in clear sight hoping this would inspire them to tell the truth.

Round 4

Mykhail seizes his opening and takes a stab at Blue now that he was on the ground, then he jumps back to where he dropped Iustitia to pick it back up to prepare for the next wave of enemies.

Stab at blue: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 2 = 17
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Round 3

Mykhail seeing Kalem getting surrounded switches his gun for his dagger and steps up behind blue intending to stab him while Kalem had him grappled but fumbles with the dagger.

Stab: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 I seem to fail more than I seem to hit, Sorry Kalem!

Round 2

Mykhail knew he wasn't the subtlest of fighters being his weapon was so loud he moves to provide Kalem some Backup seeing as more men were coming to the fray. He reloads Iustitia so that he may take a shot at the new thug. Purple

Surprise & Round 1

Mykhail moves into the room eyeing the two occupants who were obviously surprised to see them appearing out of thin air, illusions were awesome. Mykhail makes sure he is out of range of the targets and takes a shot.

Shot at Dwarf: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 1 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Mykhail tells them what little he knows about the Salt mines, how they produce rock and table salt for Kintargo, and about the change in management and about the rumors of men being armed patrolling the perimeters.

"Forvian Crow you say? Well, if he's got it out for Thrune then we will see what we can do about helping them escape."

They all head to the Salt Works and sure enough Brask alerts them to an armed patrol.

"A diversion is just what we need, give it a shot." Mykhail said making sure that his gun was out and at the ready.

Mykhail spent that morning crafting special cartridges for Iustitia with the hope that if they were to get themselves into another tight situation he would be of more help. He joined the others soon after and they made their way back to the Devil's Nursery to look more into the killings taking place but unfortunately didn't come back with any definitive answers except that they now had to go look into the Salt Works.

He smiles at Zhea "Do not fret, you have been most helpful to us while we undergo this investigation. Just keep your eyes peeled and stay safe and we will figure everything out."

He turns to the party. "I know where the Salt Works is, if we are heading over there I will tell you all I know."

Know.Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Yes, I'd really like to get down to business on The Devil's Nursery. There has to be something we missed, perhaps we can even try to find a way to link this to Barzillai. I'd also like to take some time to craft some special ammunition that could come in handy on our journey. You have my gold for the wand as well."

Mykhail silently nods along with Femi as he speaks, the events of the last few days still not sitting well with him but he knew there wasn't much they could do just yet, as Femi said they needed information.

"I agree, having more eyes around couldn't hurt. Perhaps we will be able to prevent further tragedies of the likes we've just witnessed from taking place again. And for that gold is needed so having the sisters keep on their task is very wise. And money could never hurt our cause."Mykhail hums thoughtfully then turns to Rexus "Any luck with the information yet? I wonder if we can find out more about that bizarre ritual that took place recently with the Tieflings."

Ill put the skill point in Sense Motive, Feat. Persuasive, and lastly not to beat the dead horse but I agree with Femi on our actions. We are still a bit to small and need to expand our reach and having eyes on the streets will help greatly in tracking criminal activity and such.

Mykhail wants to put a stop to this as soon as possible and so he turns back to the group and speaks "we should return and report what went down. We might get some further insight on what to do next."

Mykhail searches for his missing tooth and once he finds it he grimaces and wipes it on his coat to get it as clean as possible before holding it up into its slot and sighs in relief as Elias gives them a heal. He brushes his tongue over it and is glad that it is firmly reattached.

"Thanks very much friend."

Now that the threat was taken care of Mykhail starts to search around until he happens upon the body of a child Tiefling. His stomach churns at the grizzly scene and he feels his anger surge at the injustice of a dead child. "Kalem, you might want to see this. It seems this poor child was sacrificed to summon those creatures we just fought off." Mykhail starts to search around the body looking for any clues as to who could have done this.

Heal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Ling.: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Round 2

Mykhail ignores the pain of a second blow and cries out in triumph as he manages to obliterate the creature. He quickly reloads and turns to take out another creature.

Fort.: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Shot at Fey 8: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 1 = 11 Tried to help you out Femi, but apparently my rolls are going hot and cold on me

Round 2

Mykhail cries out in pain when the flying creature manages to pry his mouth open and yanks one of his teeth out.

"You son of a..!" He cuts off as the pain becomes to great for a moment and he growls in anger, spits out the mouth full of blood, then aims Iustitia and fires

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
shot at the M.F. fairy: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 = 26
Confirm: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 1 = 20
Reg Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Crit damage: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (5, 4) + 2 = 11

Mykhail quickly slams his mouth shut to deter the blighted creatures from stealing any of his teeth. 'What in the hell are these things!?'

He wastes no time in taking aim at the one who had just attacked him hoping to give it a taste of it's own medicine.

shot at creature: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 1 = 14
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Mykhail smiles at Zhea "I do not blame you, you've been of much help to us and we thank you for your cooperation. Safe journey, and please spread the word that this area is defended, hopefully it will deter any further criminal activity."

Mykhail doesn't think he can shoot his way through this barred door so leaves it in the others capable hands. He takes a look around as well trying to make sure that they are not caught off guard once again.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Mykhail nods to his companions. "Better safe than sorry, and after that last fight I never want to be sorry again." He returns the rest to his satchel

Mykhail waits patiently for their guide to explain to the best of her abilities what the crime scenes looked like before he speaks up. "I think we should check the warehouse, something is bound to be going on there considering it is at the center of all this."

Mykhail shakes his head to Elias question. "All that I know is at the center is an abandoned warehouse. Perhaps it's not so abandoned as we are lead to believe. We should tread carefully no matter the case, we don't need to get ourselves almost killed again." as he says this he pulls out his pouch of potions and holds it out for anyone who would like one to take.

I have six so just let me know who all takes one so I can adjust my sheet

because I'm dumb n forgot to add this in
knowledge local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
"Is it just me or do we seem to be traveling in a pattern, a circular shape to be exact?"

Mykhail is in agreement when it comes to the fate of this being who is committing these atrocities against Tieflings. Making sure his potions are easily accessible and that his pistol was ready for battle he follows Zhea and the rest of his companions to the sites.

"Bold indeed. I know this may seem harsh but can you describe the victims? Did they have any noticeable wounds? Anything you might know will help."

"I am all for resolving this issue involving the killing of your kin, something sinister is definitely taking place and I do not like it one bit. We will bring this scum to justice."

assuming that the enemy doesn't wipe the floor with me again, also GM if Possible Mykhail would like to make a pit stop and buy perhaps half a dozen potions if that is alright?

Mykhail stirs, groaning in pain but relaxed when he felt a soothing sensation throughout his body and he gave a thankful smile to Elias.

"Thanks, buddy." He got to his feet and stumbled a bit as his equilibrium adjusted. He patted himself down making sure everything was in order, making sure his pistol was in good working condition still and then turned to the rest of his companions.

"Sorry about that, not often that enemies get the better of me."

He gives the weeping Tiefling a withering stare "Right, because killing all humans is going to stop the one bastard who is hunting your kind down. Where do people get their logic?" he muttered with a shake of his head.

"While I agree we need to go to this Devil's Nursery and handle whatever is going on, I think we need to regroup back at the base. Two of us nearly died after all."

Mykhail's ragged breathing calms once he is stabilized though he makes no move to get up as he is still out due to blood loss.

Thank god Elias. With the way I was rolling I though I was going to be a goner!

Round 4, Int 23

Stabilize: 1d20 - 6 ⇒ (2) - 6 = -4

Mykhail doesn't have enough energy to so much as scream. He falls to his knees, his vision starts to swim. He let his companions down, he let his mother down.

"Dimitte me mater"

Welp it was great knowing you guys XD. this dice system is against me.

Round 3, Int 23

Femi's statement to the flying creature startles a laugh out of him despite his dangerous state. "Good one Femi!" he calls out before turning back to the thug in front of him and he pulls back the hammer on his pistol.

"Take this you slimy little cur!"

Using Daredevil boots (Acro.): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

Taking a shot at red: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 17

Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

I hate you right now Xynen XD

Round 2, Int. 23

Mykhail curses when he is hit and is surprised when he doesn't fall over, seemes these guys really pack a punch. He moves to the side praying that the next time he shoots one of these thugs that he will pay them back.

Using Daredevil boots (acro) to get away and reload: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Sorry about my stupid move there guys. I didn't realize you were waiting on a previous action so I thought I'd be getting backup from you guys but I was mistaken

Round 1, Ini 23

Mykhail follows closely behind both Brask and Kalem so that he could safely get within position, his pistol already in his hands as he moves to take a shot at red.

Shot at red: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Surprise, Initative:23

Fort.: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Mykhail gives Femi a thumbs up for his quick thinking and bluffing skills. He holsters his pistol so that he may ascend the ladder and get this show on the road.

Mykhail just sighs before telling his companions to be ready and then he looks to the ceiling and shouts "Hey dirt bags! We took care of your little friends, how about you come on down and we can have a nice chat!"

There. I knew luring them down would be the better option but since we weren't doing anything bout it I took the Initiative, sorry.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Mykhail has Iustitia loaded and ready for anything as they approach Humbright house. Seeing nothing of interest he approaches the ladder and thinks that he hears something and so he presses his finger to his lips to ask his companions to quite down so he could listen. Sure enough he heard movement above.

"I hear movement above, there a at least a few people, could be more. We should hide ourselves somewhere and lure them down somehow so we can learn how many there are, we also don't know what's up there so if we get them down here we stand a better chance." Mykhail whispers

Mykhail grins at Brask's version of intimidation and he even applauds. "Now if that doesn't work I don't know what will, I obviously need to work on my own technique. Dagger's aren't exactly my strong suit, perhaps I will stick to threatening with Iustitia. She rarely let's me down." he said patting the battered pistol affectionately.

"oh so it would seem. Forgive my ignorance." he directed to Elias with a sheepish grin before looking back to the thugs.

"Honestly I couldn't care less if these men live or die, but I have my reasons and I find them to be selfish and won't condemn a man who my companions are willing to save if it makes a difference. In any case we have questions that need answering so we'll deal with that first."

Mykhail walks up to a thug and kicks him awake. He gives him an impressive glare while he still holds his dagger in hand.

"Tell us where your base is."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

hard to be intimidating if your fly is down or you fumble your dagger I guess

"I agree with the both of you." he looks between Femi and Kalem before he continues. "if they cooperat and promise to change their ways then they can live to see another day, and we will know if you do, if not I say let them perish." It's harsh and he knows it but it was a thug like them that killed his mother in cold blood. He wouldn't loose a wink of sleep over the deaths of these men.

"Choice is yours."

Round 4, Int 15

Mykhail takes a swing with the dagger hoping to drop the thug and save Elias more damage.

Stab at green: 1d20 + 1 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 3 + 2 = 14
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Round 3, Int. 15

Seeing Elias getting attacked Mykhail hurries over to the elf to help him out,he stores his gun back in his holster, and pulls out his dagger just so he can give Elias a flank on the green Thug

"I got your back."

Round 2, Int 15

Mykhail growls as the thug gets up in his face, he'll wipe that smug look off his face when he shoots him dead on.

Accepting the AOO so that I can reload and shoot purple

Shot at purple: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Round 1, Int. 15

Asking the wrong questions? Interesting...

Mykhail turns to the nearest assailant, Iustitia in his hand's and he aims at the nearest Purple thug.

Shot: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 1 = 8 ouch
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 1 = 9 Not that it matters

Mykhail grinned "That would be useful indeed. Good thinking Kalem." He pat the Tiefling on the shoulder amicably. "As for gathering more information on the Red Roof Ruffians I think I might know a few places to start our investigation."

Mykhail will be looking for a chain shirt, I need better movement XD

Know. Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20