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"My turn." Branahm swings his hammer at the head of the skeleton who attacked him. He maneuvers to aid his companions' next strikes.
Branahm parries the blow with his shield.
Spoiler:
Branahm steps forward and attacks a skeleton, preferably a damaged one. Not much luck, though.
"Fall back to the passage! We can hold them there!" Branahm steps back with his brother and draws his hammer, ready to attack any human skeleton that approaches.
Branahm pulls out a glass vial filled with what looks like dark ale. He whispers, "Liz, if you or Keth is interested in scouting, this potion can allow you to detect the presence of undead."
Perception
"He's raiding menageries as well as graves, perhaps. Keth, can you confirm which creature made these?"
"Sounds prudent to me, as long as the Field Marshal doesn't think that a Shoanti riot is imminent. I'll get some holy water at Torag's Forge and talk to the more experienced priests about common lesser undead."
"Thank you, Field Marshal." "We may want to pick up some tools for dealing with the undead before we go, such as holy water."
"I would be happy to help in averting a war with the Shoanti."
"Trinia, we can rest here for a minute. Let's finish disguising you so that we don't have to worry about the mob. As much." While Alika helps Trinia change her clothing, Branahm says to his companions, "We don't have much time, as I suspect that the Queen has magicians out hunting for her chosen scapegoat. What should be our next step?"
"Let's get to the house. It will buy us--and Trinia--some time."
"If we can find a clear path."
"Trinia, stay with us, and we'll try to protect you. "With all the mobs, we should stay out of the streets. The rooftops? We can meet at Kroft's if we get separated."
"I believe you, Trinia. Do you remember anything unusual during your sittings with the King? Something that someone might try to silence you for seeing?"
"Just tell us what happened, and we'll try to help you if we can." Branahm tries to get a feel for whether Trinia's telling the truth. Sense Motive 1d20+10=22
After climbing out of the window, Branahm sees Trinia already two rooftops away. He lumbers after her, outpaced by the fleet Liz until she slips.
Grasping his holy symbol as he runs, he chants a prayer to Torag and gestures toward his quarry.
Perception
With a glance to confirm that the woman on the bed isn't Trinia, Branahm rushes to the window. His suspicions are confirmed. "Stop! We're not here to hurt you!" Branahm starts to clamber out after the fleeing woman.
When no one responds to the knock, Branahm says, "Let's go in." He pushes open the door with enough force to snap loose the interior latch, and he steps into the room.
"Let's hurry. I think that the kid was a lookout."
"We should check the building exits in case Trinia tries to duck out. Liz, perhaps you could ask which apartment that she lives in."
"We'll bring Trina back, Field Marshal. Thank you for your willingness to hear Ally's case." Non-Secret, but Boring Equipment Shopping:
Spoiler: Branahm will use some of the reward money to buy a healer's kit, a couple vials of antitoxin, a potion of Cure Light Wounds, and a silver holy symbol.
Before he leaves to shop, Branahm asks the Field Marshal about any clemency that is available for Ally. If Kroft seems amenable to a deal, Branahm, Arius, and anyone who wants to join them will make their way down to Eel's End to pull Ally out of there. He'll also give some of his reward money to the church, preferably to any ministry work directed toward helping the victims of the riots. As for the new mission, Branahm responds: "We'll need a description of this woman. Do you know which path to her flat is most likely to be clear?"
"We need to leave as soon as the imps are under control. Devargo may tip off the Ambassador just to pay us back for releasing the dragon, and I suspect that Kroft's next job for us will involve capturing Amprei. The less time that he has to prepare, the better."
Branahm helps the woman get away from the now-preoccupied imps. He brings her over to his companions before checking to confirm that she's uninjured. If he has any time after that, he'll take swings at any imps who get too close.
Branahm says, "Come on!" He rushes toward the woman being attacked by the two imps, drawing his warhammer as he runs. He barrels into one of the imps with his shield.
Initiative:
Branahm calls loudly, "Arius, Anju, imps above!" He chants a brief incantation and touches one of his companions.
"Let's make haste before Devargo changes his mind." Warned by Ally, Branahm stays alert for any trouble.
"Stunt with the cage? It'd serve Devargo right for the stunt with our drinks. "Thanks for the warning. I'll try to get you what you need soon."
For Ally: Spoiler:
"It's a deal. How should I contact you when I have the proof?" "Let's go to talk to Kroft, then. I'd like to get her the letters before Devargo or the Ambassador arranges that we 'lose' them somewhere."
She thinks about it for a few seconds, and asks if you have some way to prove her safety, Provide that and she'll sneak away with you, otherwise she doesn't want to get on Darvago's bad side.. Branahm considers for a moment. "We have a place where you can stay, and I'd be willing to find or hire some people to stay there with you in case Devargo sends someone after you. "As for the trouble with the Guard, we helped Kroft herself with a personnel problem recently. I think that if I tell her about how you tipped us off to the poisoned drinks, I can make a good case for leniency. "If you could anonymously provide any information linking Devargo to shivers, it'd be stronger, and maybe both your 'problems' could go away."
"Shall we take the letters back now, or shall we search for some leads to shivers?"
While awaiting Devargo's return, Branahm invokes the power of Torag, channeling energy to heal.
Branahm throws him a rope. "I can help treat that eye in a minute if you're in a friendlier mood."
"We probably can help you with that, especially if you didn't do it." "By the way, do you know where you get the 'special ingredient' for your drinks?"
After Branahm helps pull the half-orc out of the sea--assuming that the thug wasn't eaten by a shark when he fell in dripping blood--he returns and tries to see if Alli is still around, either on the dock or in the throne room. If she is, he motions her over as if to order a drink. He says in a low voice, "Thank you. What do you need?"
Branahm's eyes widen at the sound of the scream. He rushes out the door.
Branahm looks back at Alli for a moment while Devargo speaks, missing the King's words over the sounds of the fight. He holds his position. Spoiler: He'll nod at Alli, but without hearing Devargo's comment, he doesn't feel that he can step away without looking weak and provoking a larger brawl. If it looks as if Alli has to leave, he'll ask her to bring a drink for the winner of the fight.
Branahm watches Keth and the thugs, his hammer at the ready.
"Bad plan." Branham pulls out his warhammer and steps closer to Keth, ready to intervene.
"Devargo, call off your punk before I have to crack his skull."
Branahm takes a step toward Keth to check his scrapes and bruises, but when the thug seems to be a poor loser, he puts his hand on his warhammer. "Friend, I'd keep the fighting on the table if I were you."
Branahm grasps his brother's shoulder and mutters something else in Dwarvish. For Cap:
Spoiler: Branahm uses Touch of Good assuming that it's his turn to act.
Branahm reads the note with a frown and shoves it into his pouch. Letting Alli escape for the moment, he turns toward his brother, muttering a prayer to Torag in liturgical Dwarvish.
"I was too young to do this when you were in your teens, but..." [slaps Arius] "Snap out of it!"
Satisfied that the thug is not faking it, Branahm rises from his examination and walks back toward his brother. He lets Alli shove a new mug of ale into his hands, then says to her in a low voice, "Everything all right, miss?"
Insight
Branahm hands the gold to his brother without comment. Perception
He then walks over to Keth's first opponent where the thug lies on the ground. Frowning at the smell of stale Bog Grog saturating the man's clothing, Branahm checks to make sure that the man is alive, but unconscious.
"Well struck. For me, the ale." Branahm takes a mug of ale.
As Liz continues to negotiate, Branahm watches Devargo closely for any signs of lying.
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