bummer, but totally understandable. Thanks for running as much as you have. I hope things are able to eventually calm down for you soon!
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The Black Merlin dashes across the rooftop towards the fleeing figure, as he moves he palms a small burlap sack. 'Don't run, we're want to make sure you get a fair shake!' He shouts across to the figure.
There's someone up here! I'm giving chase, we're moving northwest. The Merlin gives chase, retrieving a tanglefoot bag to have at the ready.
The Merlin tenses up, waiting for a call to action.
Still quiet out here. The Merlin thinks outward.
Yeah, just glad to have you back. make some heal checks!
Thanks for the heads up!
Let me know when you get to the door and I'll get ready to come in through the window if needed. The Black Merlin rechecks to insure his pistols are fully reloaded and performs some light stretches atop the roof.
All quiet out here
just scrambling across rooftops in case things go south!
I think there may be 15 or more people in there. I'm going to come over to that roof. Be careful. The Black Merlin had already begun making his way towards the ground before finishing the though.
Marlin takes his eyes of the entrance for a moment and does a quick sweep of the windows at the mental message. There looks to be a few people in there. Hang on, let me see if I can get a count.
The Merlin perches on the edge of the roof across from the tenement, watching for their quarry to pass or exit the building.
The Black Merlin swiftly makes his way across the street and perches on the edge of the roof of 42's facing building. I can keep an eye on things out here. Hopefully getting her to come with us is quick. He thinks out to his companions.
'Looks like from somewhere underground. They burst up out of the street.' The Black Merlin calls down as he reloads his weapon.
The Merlin takes aim and fires another shot at the tentacled creature.
The Black Merlin maneuvers along the roofs edge to draw closer to the tentacled beast and fires again with his pepperbox.
Winter is dark and full of sickness
Merry Christmas/Happy Festivus/Happy Holidays everyone, I'll be out of town until the 26th or so.
The Black Merlin slows as he spots a strange disturbance in the road ahead from the roofs. He stops dead seeing the strange creatures burst forth and draws his pepperbox, sighting down the lead creature.
A few minutes later, a dark form grabs the mercenary's friend's attention from a nearby rooftop, alerting them to the fact that they have an extra set of eyes above. The Black Merlin stays slightly ahead, wary of any trouble his street-bound compatriots might be coming across.
This whole thing stinks. I'd like to talk to Ms Sabor ourselves before we turn her over to anyone.
The Merlin races along the edges of the rooftops for a few blocks, attempting to lead the guards away. When he's sure they're following him or not he moves further in to break line of sight to the street. After a few more blocks, the bird-masked man drops into an alleyway.
On it, I'll be busy for a short while. Expect Spelbar. With that thought, The Black Merlin retreats from the edge of the roof and moves a few buildings down towards the approaching guard. As he moves, he withdraws a small burlap sack from his backpack. He takes a short run up to the edge of the roof overlooking the patrol and hurls the sack at the lead guard.
'Long live Korvosa!' And the Merlin begins running along the edge of the roofs leading away from the performance.
I'll re position. As Yanis speaks with the crowd, a dark figure darts across the rooftops, down the block, and scurries across the street. A few moments later, it reappears across the street, above the opposing entrance.
Testing the psychic connection shared by the group, the Black Merlin reaches down with his mind. Should I fire a shot to try and scare them off or do we want to try to reason with them?
The Black Merlin found himself running late to the meeting due to losing track of time doing a thorough patrol of Midland. The patrol had not turned up much, shouting he'd raced to early on turned out to be a cart team in an argument following a broken axle. As the new disturbance begins to break out, The Black Merlin is approaching the edge of Zellara's roof. His head whips up to scan the street.
A few moments later, a more dashing figure clambers up the stack of crates and begins leaping across the rooftops, moonlight glinting off the firearms on his hips. He quickly makes his way to Midland and a familiar street. Behind a battered shop advertising firearms the Black Merlin swings down to a narrow window ledge and slips inside.
Glad to hear you've made it through so far. Keep plugging away! You only missed a pretty severe server outage on Paizo's end, so in a way, it all kind of worked out.
The Merlin took an opportune moment to slip away and become...
I suppose it'd be a mark against us if we went against our word at this point. What's fair?
Aaand, we're back! (hopefully!)
The Black Merlin does his best to hide his derision, grateful that half his face is covered by a mask and cowl. I'm going to sink this scow to the bottom of the harbor. Ideally with all hands aboard. He fumes across the psychic link.
The Merlin chimes in over the telepathic link. Six isn't enough? I'm feeling a double-cross coming.
The Merlin focuses his thoughts outwards. Bunch of no-name hired muscle. And not much of that. If it comes to violence, the Spider's the real threat. The Merlin keeps an eye on their host for any signs of an eminent attack, listening to his words in case they betray his actions.
The Merlin eyes the table full of thugs, trying to pick the toughest out of the crowd in case he needs to loose an opening salvo.
The Merlin nods towards the double doors. 'Something tells me we've found our man. Subtle' The super-subtly dressed vigilante begins making his way towards the doors.
The Merlin falls in next to Machaera. Though quiet, his distaste for this place is palpable.
“Doing well, I hope, despite everything,” Machaera says. 'He's been better. I think I was able to talk him out of a really terrible idea' The Merlin smiles to himself/ “That’s the job, anyway. Depending on what else he’s up to, I doubt the guard will suddenly develop a fondness for him, if a later visit is in order.” 'I'm not sure the local guards aren't too fond of him as is. Letting him peddle his wares the way they are.' He shakes his head at this. The guards are too lenient with too many poisons eating away at the city.
Dang, Heads, you got me thinking about showing up as Kilo and recruiting an apprentice gunsmith/Boy Blunderbuss
The Merlin drops in on the chatting pair. 'Sorry, had to drop in on an old friend.' He takes the time to check to ensure his pistols are loaded.
The Black Merlin nods agreement. 'The Museum, 2 hours after noon.' He gives a short wave before dashing out the door and climbing to the rooftops. Meanwhile, on the rooftops of Midland: Spoiler:
A swath of black swoops from rooftop to rooftop. The Midland vigilante, known to some as The Black Merlin, finds himself with time to do a proper reconnoiter of his neighborhood following the recent troubles. Dropping by the residences of a few minor criminals he's encountered, the Merlin finds most of the undesirable elements laying low until things blew over. Thumbs, a local mugger, and his gang weren't being so cautious. Thumbs was a minor criminal who had a reputation for breaking the thumbs of his victims, occasionally ending the career of an artisan. The Merlin perched on the roof above Thumbs' open apartment window while the thug planned with his men. 'Ain't nobody seen bird-brain or his flappy friend in days. I say they bought it in the riots. I say we make a move for the biggest score yet. After they close up, we hit the Gemshare. Quick smash and grab, in and out and we retire.' The loutish, shabbily dressed man cracks the knuckles of his large hands as he talks. His followers, a weaselly bunch, nod their agreement and chime in with a chorus of 'Yeah, boss'. As visions of jewels flash through their heads, a shadow crosses the window briefly before a pair of black-booted feet crash through glass. As the intruder's caped form lands a series of flashes plants a bullet at the feet of each man, stopping them in their traps. 'I haven't flown the coop, yet, Thumbs.' From the street outside gunfire and crashes precede a large, screaming man out of a shattered second story window. Shortly after the failing-flyer, a bird-like black figure swings from the window onto the roof and disappears across the city. The Merlin puts some distance between himself and the apartment before resuming his patrol, picking his way towards the museum to wait.
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