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"Umerto's brat took a swing at Cimri when we broke up their party, so he's in the jailhouse. The rest we have their information, but Dillman bears watching. We recovered some documents that might be of interest to you. Whether they're genuine or not--and I suspect they are not though I lack to expertise to prove it--Dillman's little mail service may be a liability."

Rurisa tries to lean against the wall while Razelgro examines the letters and messages, but her armor spikes tear out a chuck of wood and plaster so she straightens up again. "We may have erred in not arresting Dillman or that daughter of his, if they are passing messages they'll be trying to warn their contacts that the messages were intercepted."

As the group makes ready to leave, Rurisa pulls Gerya aside and puts a pouch with another 200gp in her hands. "I hate to ask this of you, Gerya, but before the plant-thing attacked the Unero boy was talking about trying to convince the adults of the town to rebel. They're just kids, but this sort of thing can't be allowed to continue. I'd be grateful if you'd keep an ear out and let us know if anything noteworthy comes up."

Rurisa hauls the unconscious Unero boy to the jailhouse, dumping him on a cot and locking his cell. She then marches straight to Dillman's house, explaining to everyone present what occurred in an irritable tone of voice. "You're all damn lucky we're not the monsters you think we are. It was, what, a bonfire party and a b~~!%ing session about how mean the Archbaron is? Abadar's balls, you lot! There was a damned monster in the ruins, some sort of grasping vine-thing, and it would have killed at least two of your friends if we hadn't gotten it first. They're find now, recovering at Gerya's clinic, but the Unero brat tried to assault Cimri so he'll be cooling his heels in a cell tonight."

We're assessing you all a fine of three silvers for willful obstruction and other two each for wasting our time and making us wake up our deputies. Dillman gets another five as well for playing host to a violation of the Archbaron's prohibition against large gatherings, for a total of ten silvers. All of you go home and don't make us repeat this farce again."[/b]

She then turns and places 1gp in the palms of each deputy. "Buy yourselves a round on me. Work starts at the usual time tomorrow."

The next morning, Rurisa gathers the group in the jailhouse. "So, presumably we'll want to take the letters to Razelgro and see what he can make of them?"

That seems best. We should let the deputies get some sleep and alert Razelgro to some possibly-forged letters.

"It's not your best work, Cimri. He'll have quite the goose egg when he wakes up though." Rurisa offers an exasperated sigh. "Well, let's get him into his cell and then relieve our deputies. We'll make a full report tomorrow to show off the discoveries Vokrin and Penance made."

Rurisa shakes her head. "Those two can stay here, provided we get their information first. The blond attacked Cimri, he's spending the night in the jailhouse. Maybe several nights. Who the hell is he anyway?" This last question is partially directed towards Cimri.

"The monster--some sort of plant-creature with many long, strong vines for limbs--attacked, choking out several of them before we destroyed it." Out of consideration for Cimri's image and reputation she doesn't mention that their companion was also felled by it. Better if everyone considers them unbeatable, at least in this town.

Recovering her poise, Rurisa cleans off her blade and returns it to her sheathe. "That blond, he's definitely under arrest and can spend the night in a cell. The others we'll take to Gerya's, looks like we've bravely slain another monster threatening the good people of Longacre, gentlemen. Let's take the injured to Gerya's clinic, we'll get their names and addresses there."

Extending a hand to help Cimri to her feet, Rurisa catches her eye. "You okay?"

Planting the tip of her blade in the dirt, Rurisa leans on it as the hell-fury leaves her, gasping for air in the immediate aftermath of the fight. She watches as her companions tend to the fallen. "Are they dead?" she asks Trevor.

With a roar bone-shaking roar that is impossibly loud and deep for a woman her size, Rurisa steps up to the assassin vine and rips her blade through the swarming vines.

Greatsword: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 Critical?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Plants can be critically hit in Pathfinder, right?

Critical Hit: 4d6 + 7 + 7 ⇒ (3, 1, 4, 3) + 7 + 7 = 25

I think you'd be able to take another action, Vokrin, since the assassin vine attacking me would have triggered your Ready Action from last turn, and you'd still have another action for this turn.

Break Grapple: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
As the vines tighten around her limbs, a berserk scream tears free of Rurisa's lips as she thrashes and tears herself free (I hope). Gripping her greatsword tightly she edges away from the plant warily as the hellfire along its edge winks out.

"S$@*, that's not normal!" Rurisa's focus snaps to the ambulatory vines, now ignoring the screaming youths. Speaking a single dread word her hellrazor is wreathed in black flame as the warrior springs into motion, closing with the vine-thing even as here eyes darken again into hellish, inky pits.

Activate Rage, put Hellfire on my sword, and Charge
Charge: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 2 = 18 Greatsword: 2d6 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (2, 3) + 8 + (2) = 15

Delay action until the screams/shouts of surprise start, then Run action out into their midst, bellowing for them to surrender.

Ready when y'all are. Let's crash the party.

I am not remotely sneaky, so if y'all want to try something clever go for it. Otherwise let's put the fear of Asmodeus in 'em.

"Good call, Trevor. Any ideas, or do we do it the old-fashioned way? Penance, do you think you could conjure up some allies to help corral them--especially the blonde?"

"They're not much younger than I, Vorkin. Certainly old enough to know better. They should see their youthful folly for what it is."

I assume that's true? Rurisa is about 19, I assume these kids are a few years younger than that...?

Rurisa listens to Penance and Trevor's report, annoyance clear on her face. "So they're having, what, a party? It's a violation of the Archbaron's decrees, but it doesn't seem seditious. Let's keep an eye on them for a bit longer, but I think those letters Penance and Vorkin discovered are what Razelgro sent us to find. Let's move closer and try to listen to them, I doubt they're plotting but gaining information couldn't hurt. At my signal we'll step out, and send them all home."

Rurisa hangs back for a few minutes after the others advance, not wanting to spoil the others' efforts with her own relative clumsiness at sneaking.

"Penance, Trevor, do you think you could sneak forward and give us an idea of what we're dealing with? I'm no lightfoot, I'll hold back until we're ready."

The Hellrazor's lip curls disdainfully as she stares down at the young man sprawled at her feet. "Be grateful she tripped you, I wouldn't have been gentle with you," she turns away from the youth dismissively and accepts the keys from Dilman, turning them over to the deputies when they arrive.

Mulling over Cimri's question for a moment, the mercenary nods to herself. "We'll rely on moonlight, give them as little time as possible to scatter or hide any evidence. Some of you may need to go ahead, I've no skill at stealth."

Rurisa waits another moment longer, giving everyone a thorough chance to speak up. As the silence draws out, she sighs in genuine irritation. "So that's how it's going to be? So be it. You're all being detained effective immediately. Master Dilman, you will surrender to us the keys to this household, we'll be holding you all here until we've investigated your whelps' activities to our satisfaction."

Turning back to her companions, she notes, "We'll need to get the deputies involved to keep them all here while we check out Old Lodge. Any of you want to run get them?"

Accepting the note from Pence, she turns it over before handing it back. "Good catch Penance. We'll have our, aha, expert take a look at it to assess its veracity."

Arching an eyebrow at everyone in the room, Rurisa lets the silence drag on for a moment. "So what's happening at the Old Lodge these days?" she drawls after a moment. "Don't be stubborn, the harder you make us work on this the harder we'll have to come down on you, on the principle of the thing."

Is the daughter passing messages a different girl from Rianne?

Moving next to Penance, Rurisa kneels down to whisper softly so only he can hear.

I assume there's a couch or bookshelf or something near the front door that could block it?
The Hellrazor moves with long, swift strides to the front door, seizing a heavy piece of furniture and hauling it in front of the door to block it, though trying not to damage anything if it could be helped. Turning back, she says loudly and clearly. "Gentlemen, please keep an eye on any rear doors or windows. If anyone runs, arrest them, no need to be gentle about it either." She turns squarely to face the youngest Dilman whelp, palm extended and eyes steely. "You've got guts, sweetheart, but we've been at this longer than you. I don't wish to have to become unpleasant, so everyone hand over your secret messages and then we'll decide how deep the s*$~ you're in is."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Ever suspicious, Rurisa's eyes miss nothing as they roam the room and study its occupants. Longer post incoming, gotta get to work.

Rurisa snorts at the absurdity of the situation. "I'm surprised at you, Dilman, I had you pegged as more of a stick in the mud. Sorry kids, no more kisses tonight, and consider this your first and final warning on exceeding the gathering limit. Before you go we'll get all of your names and residences. Trevor, see to it would you?"

Clomping back down the stairs, she motions for Fortmile to stand. "We're here on a tip, we'd like to take a look at your recent correspondence, any and all messages or copies of messages that you have."

Arching one eyebrow, the mercenary snorts when she sees the bottle and points to the nearest youth. "You. Stand up. I want an explanation of what's going on here. You have fifteen seconds starting...now."

Rurisa steps into the room, slowly circling around towards the stairwell as she speaks, though she tries to be nonchalant about it. Her voice is pitched low to avoid carrying upstairs. "Nonsense, Master Fortmile, you definitely have secrets. For example, there are at least half a dozen people upstairs besides your daughter, maybe more. Naturally we'll have to take a look, since this is a clear violation of the Archbaron's decree against large gatherings. For your sake, I hope your daughter is having a slumber party and we'll be on our way after a stern lecture. Worst case, you're, oh I don't know--harboring fugitive slaves and we'll have to arrest you all."

Planting on foot on the first stair-step, she gives Dilman a tiny grin, as though challenging him to challenge her. "Please, have a seat, we'll only be a moment."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Does the laughter sound like a child or an adult? Are we talking like a slumber party or, uh, key party?
Rurisa gives the man one of her charming smiles. "Are you Master Fortmile? We're here to check on the mail, mind if we step in?"

I have no specific preparations to make, trying to save up some money for full plate in a level or two lol

Rurisa's expression is intense. "I assure you sir, such a fate will not befall Longacre on our watch. We'll tear apart anyone challenging Thrune, be they a Silver Raven or an Angel Knight. When do we move out?"

Rurisa nods until Razelgro references Kintargo, then frowns. "Sir, what happened in Kintargo?"

As Razelgro appears Rurisa springs to her feet and salutes. She isn't certain about the devils precise rank relative to her, but he's an infernal messenger and an attache to the Archbaron, so protocols have to be observed.

"Sir, what are we looking for? Seditious fliers, a printing press? What's our angle?"

The mercenary shakes her head in disgust. "Damned fools, the lot of them. Sometimes I don't know why we bother playing nice." Wiping her blade clean on her polishing cloth, she sheathes it and rights her chair and pulls out another incident report form with a sigh.

Are we not using the Jailhouse map?

"Enough, creature." the Hellrazor growls, knocking the chair over in her hasty rise and vaulting the desk even as she draws her massive blade. "My patience is at an end." Move Action + Draw Weapon, then Attack Snivvi if I can get into melee.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21 Hellrazor: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3) + 3 = 9

"We can't open the gates without explicit permission from the Archbaron, Vokrin, and I doubt he'll approve of us humoring this creature," Rurisa says gently but firmly. "Perhaps there's something else that can be arranged? Longacre has a great many buildings that don't involve the town's security. And I have my doubts about its sense of loyalty--though we defeated the spirit quickly enough, and I'm confident in our ability to do it again."

Rurisa seats herself at the desk and begins an incident report regarding the house spirit, but listens attentively as the little creature's interrogation begins.

The gear is obviously more useful to martials, but does anyone else want that shield? Might come in handy for crouching behind and advancing on an archer at some point.

Rurisa asks Cimri to help her change out armors, then goes looking for a mirror to admire herself in her new spiked breastplate. "Where did our deputies get off to?" she remarks at some point.

Let's plunder the armory like the rapacious authoritarians we are, then go back to the jailhouse and let Vokrin & Penance play with their new prisoner.

"This place is a gold mine," the mercenary murmurs, running a fingertip along one of the breastplate's armor spikes admiringly. [b]"Well lady and gentlemen, I think we should help ourselves, it'd be a damn shame for perfectly useful equipment to go unused. Let's relocate the most valuable items to the jailhouse, the rest can stay here.

Rurisa will claim the breastplate armor and the scabbard of honing. The others will be valuable to resell if nothing else.

Anything of value here? Is the ballista functional?
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Wandering the armory's dusty hall, Rurisa nods to herself. Running a finger along the dusty crossbar of the ballista she thinks aloud, "I wonder if anyone in this town even knows how to use this thing? I should ask Razelgro about it sometime."

Satisfied with her cursory search, the mercenary takes up a place by the door until the others are ready to leave.

"That would be suitable. Perhaps we should do a quick circuit of the other gates, guardhouses, armories and the like to ascertain that this creature's presence was merely a fluke."

Grabbing the tiny, bleeding form, Rurisa carries it over to the edge of the parapet and holds it out for Penance and Vokrin to see. "What in the Hells is this and is there any reason at all not to just kill it?"

AoO: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17 Hellrazor: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (4, 6) + 7 = 17

Who're we waiting on?

Out of curiosity, why is my AoO damage only 1d4+1? Purely academic, since it seems like Trevor's Spell Penetration check failed so I didn't actually get an AoO, but still...

Hissing as the flesh is scorched by the catlike creature, Rurisa closes suddenly with murder in her eyes. "You think you're the only one who can play with fire, wretch?" she snarls as her sword becomes wreathed in hell-flames and her eyes darken into yawning pits.

Rage, fiery sword, charge.

Charge!: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27 Hellrazor: 2d6 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (5, 4) + 7 + (1) = 17

"One of out three won't get you anything but a thrashing, Snivvi," Rurisa warns, drawing her blade. "Don't be stupid. Last warning before we kill you."

Move Action draw greatsword, Ready Action attack if it moves within reach.

Cursing, Rurisa hauls herself up the rope, grudgingly grateful for the endless drills during Hellrazor basic for making the task easier than it might have been. Hauling herself over the crenellated wall, she points an imperious finger at the feline creature.

"You there, creature! You are under arrest for assault against lawful agents of the Archbaron and destruction of city property! State your name, your business in Longacre, and what in the Hells you are!"

Sorry Trevor, Rurisa has zero skill at stealth and even less interest right now :/ Maybe I'll distract it enough that it doesn't notice you?

I have rope and a grappling hook, I'll take unless someone else feels strongly about it.

"Any objections to me going first?"

Is most of the ladder intact?

Moving to the door, Rurisa checks outside for additional enemies.