"YEOWCH!" Todin yells, as he's burned by the blazing ball.
The pain is immense, and might have killed a lesser man, but Todin was no such man. He was a Lael. He knew when to... strike!
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As the Warden moves off of his mattress, Todin sees an opening.
He plunges his rapier once more into... fabric at least. He's not sure if that connected with flesh at all... Damn if I'll be defeated by a sheet! Todin attempts an assault once more, hoping to avoid such fabricky tomfoolery now that the warden was standing.
Alas, this attempt is even less successful. In the midst of Todin's thrust, the not-so-successful rogue steps upon the cast off sheet, almost falling on his face as he slips.
Hey all, just letting you guys know that I'm starting work at a new location, so the next few days I'm going to be moving around and may not have time to post. Will let you know what new schedule allows.
"Sonofa Barbazu's bastard!" Todin cries out in pain as the bolts of force collide with his torso. How!? How could he have survived that? I impaled him, I... Then Todin looked down. He had indeed stabbed the man, but through the sheets. His blade had missed its fatal mark because the warden's form was obfuscated by his bedding. "Drowning devils and damnation!" Todin shakes off the pain and assumes a dueling stance, ready to strike.
Todin tiptoes next to the bed, takes a shallow breath, and plunges his rapier into the sleeping form!
"Why Elf, I would be honored," Todin states with a crocodile grin, his rapier gleaming in the torchlight.
He sneaks up to the chamber extending to the left, peering about for a sleeping body.
Todin does as he is beckoned, quieting his steps as he approaches the door. Yes, yes, let the expert through, you bumbling bufoons.
Why does this always happens while others are watching?! Damn tools...
Todin tries a second time, but his haste merely betrays him. Taking a breath, he tries a third.
Hopefully that's done it...
"Quite right, Targi and Tragen. As my great uncle always said: 'Pillage before you burn.' A cousin of mine once decided to set an enemy's treasury aflame and then attempt to loot it. Poor fool lost his both his hands and half his men. We used to call him 'Toasted Tim' behind his back. The nickname got a little grim, though, after he was burned at the stake for heresy..." Todin has been following along at a regular pace, not eager to be at either the front or the rear of the group. He does, however, follow directly behind Tragen as the large Angelkin ascends the next flight of stairs.
Hi guys, sorry about my lack of posting for the past few days. I got hit pretty bad with a combo of the flu and tonsilitis, so I've pretty much been doing nothing but sleeping and catching up on work. I'll get caught up on the game thread soon.
Todin will listen at the door first, and then if he finds the results to be satisfactory, will try to open the door. If it is locked, he will attempt to pick said lock.
Todin, in that case, will move quickly and stealthily to the corner of the building closest to the warden's tower.
On his way, however, Todin stubs his toe on a stone hidden in the shadows. Letting out a rather unsavory curse word, he half-hops the rest of the way. The pain rather inhibits his perceptual acuity as well. "Fine, I'll look! Must I do everything myself?"
"Yes, Father Jaedoom, I'll lead. Wait for my signal to follow."
Todin, with extreme caution, opens the door from the kitchen just a crack to observe the exterior.
"Much thanks, Elf. And worry not, we will divide the spoils at a more appropriate time. You have my word as a lord that I shall render unto Sotha what is Sotha's." Todin raises his arm as he takes this oath, and accepts the rapier. His eyes run over the blade as he sheathes the dagger that once was in his hand. "An elegant weapon for a more civilized technique. Hmmm... As much as I'm in favor of getting out of here, I believe our chances are best if we leave no survivors to fire at our backs as we flee. It might also do best to take the warden by surprise. I doubt he'll be prepared for an attack in the middle of his indulgent gambling. So... who's up for a little surprise warfare with our wonderful warden?"
Todin balks at the large and unwieldy spear. "I'll take a dagger over that thing any day, thanks."
Todin wipes the sweat from his brow. "Indeed it will. Glad it was worth the time. I'll hold onto it for safe keeping." Todin dons his chain shirt once more, and sees the rapier at Sotha's side. "Say, there weren't any more of those, were there?"
If not successful...: "Alright you guys, this is some serious hardware. Give me some peace and quiet to concentrate in, and I can have it open in a minute or two."
"Hellish Hamatulas! This one might be out of even my league..."
Nonetheless, he tries again, hoping a little extra effort will do the trick...
"Yes, yes, yes. One request at a time, now." Before he commences with picking locks, Todin looks around to make sure it is safe. If he believes so, he will take off his chain shirt to achieve greater results.
First he attempts to pick the armory door lock:
Then the Chest that Sotha found:
Todin watches Tragen's blow with some amusement: "Well I was going to try one of the keys, but that works too..." Thoughts: [i]That's it. I'm through doing the grunt work, you brutes. It's time for you to work for ME.
Interesting Todin, where do you act? Stage/Screen? Anything I might have seen you in? Stage, mostly, and a few student films. And highly doubtful, as I'm making my professional debut this summer with a Shakespeare company in New England.
Haha, far as I can tell people from all walks of life play on here. I'm an actor myself.
"Storeroom? That sounds like something we'd like to search!"
Sense Motive 14:
You notice a great change in Todin's demeanor. Ever since he found the lute, he's been much happier than before.
While you can't hear his thoughts, the impression is somewhat along the lines of: Haha! I'm finally getting what I deserve: riches! When we get out of here, I'll use this to buy all sorts of things. Rebuild. Refit. Todin, you're really going places, and these peons don't even realize they're helping you. Todin saunters over to the storeroom door, opens it, and looks around.
Barbazu's beard! I could have used that! No matter. I'll let the half-breed get their attention while I sneak in from behind. Besides, I can hide my dagger far more easily should a situation arise where that's needed.
Seeing that the much larger Tragen was reaching for the whetstone at the same time, Todin decides to hand the object over to the larger and more imposing aasimar. "I suppose I can spare this if you really need it."
"Trinkets and minor baubles... except for this! Todin picks up the Masterwork Lute, running his hands over the wood and strings. "A fine piece of work. Reminds me of the one my grandfather used to have in his study. I'll hold onto this if you all don't mind. And this should be useful as well..." Todin picks up the whetstone as well, beginning to run it over the edge of his dagger. "I concur wholeheartedly. To the office!"
Todin will search the bodies for keys and other useful loot. If we're going to make it out of this place alive, I'm going to be needing some more befitting belongings. A Lord of the Laels cannot subsist off of daggers alone...
Nice! Added one skill rank to each of the following (the modifiers take into account armor check penalty): Acrobatics +7, Bluff +10, Diplomacy +8, Disable Device +7, Disguise +8, Escape Artist +7, Intimidate, Kn: Local +8, Kn: Nobility +8, Linguistics +9, Perception +7, Sense Motive +7, Sleight of Hand +7, Stealth +7, +1 BAB
"I believe that this is where I may be of assistance."
Todin sneaks into the guardroom veeery veery carefully, silently regarding any sleeping bodies around. He draws close to the nearest one, raises his dagger and aims for the throat. All the harder for them to scream... He thinks.
"I like the cut of your gib, Sorcerer. I have a feeling that we'll get along just fine."
Todin's delay is mostly due to his being unhappy with this turn of events. He looks back at his cleric friend: "Father Jaedoom, I had hoped that the Dark Prince's will would allow our subterfuge to prevail, but it seems that our elf friend has made that quite impossible. Fear not, I shall put His guidance to good use." Todin then joins the fray, attempting to flank with anyone in any way that he can. +2 if flanking
"Easy, friend. There must have been some break in the communication line..."
"Well that escalated quickly. Make sure they do not raise the alarm!" Todin will also jump into the fray. He maneuvers as best as he can to the guard most likely to raise alarm, by the horn or otherwise, before the guard can act.
"In the meantime, o pontificates, I believe we should get a move on. I have no intention of being sentenced to death for trying to escape from a lifetime of hard labor."
Todin smiles. "My bargain was also made long ago. The Prince of Law has been my family's patron for generations. You may have heard of some of my relatives: Executed for heresy. I was indicted for a different crime first, so I was never to face the flames at the hands of these goody-goody zealots. I am the picture of health at the moment, however, so waste not your magicks on me."
"Can you heal on the move, Malak? It seems that time is of the essence, and I would not be the one to tell an eager ogre to wait."
Todin also dons a surcoat.
It seems to fit quite poorly, but still stays upon his shoulders. "If it's not one thing, it's another..." he muttered.
Damn this... he may be right. I'd hate to lose an ally in this fight when I needed him, and this one seems important. "Very well. Your point is well-taken. Far be it me to leave another man in a compromising situation when we can be of use to one-another." Todin re-enters the cell and produces the lock-picks once more. He begins his work upon Malak's bonds.
"Hm. I'll come back to that one."
"Now back to the hand."
"This one may take some doing..."
Don't lose your cool, Todin. Stay calm...
In a little under a minute, Todin successfully removes Malak's chains.
Keys? Excellent. Now I won't have to lower myself to unlock those chains like before. No antics like last time. Now that I'm armed and armored, it's time to show this motley crew that I am no one's fool. "Fear not, good priest, it seems that you shall be free soon. Those seem to be some rather powerful magicks that this... I'm sorry, I never caught your name..." Todin says, addressing Shalastar.
Hey all! As a heads up, I won't be available for a while due to a long road trip I'm taking on Friday and Saturday. Perhaps all of both days depending on internet connectivity. I'll post when I can, but right now I need to sleep.
Todin walks over the room, seemingly ignoring Sotha's comment noting his incompetence. Pay him no mind Todin. No mind at all. It doesn't matter that he's ungrateful for being freed. You went through those other locks in record time, it was just... that... one... GRRRRAH WHY DID THAT STUPID LOCK RESIST SO!?!
The former lawyer comes across Trieze's corpse, a dagger still clutched in the elf's hands. Todin wordlessly takes it. He then goes to the other dead guard and searches for armor. After that, he turns to the bearded priest. "Malak, you say? Would you care for some assistance with those shackles?
"Do I ever! I was practically born with a set in my hands." Todin gracefully bends, grasps the lockpicks and immediately begins to work on the locks around him.
"Hm. That one around your wrist seems to be a bit tougher than the others."
"Well d*mn." Todin's brow begins to sweat. His determination is almost palpable.
Failing yet again, Todin grimaces and begins gritting his teeth. Come on you stupid son of a-
At this point, Todin begins obsessing over the lock. If anyone tries to talk to him or otherwise engage him, he'll tell them to shush unless he's in immediate present danger.
"AH-HAAAAAA! Take that you stupid piece of metal! You shall forever rue the day that you challenged the house of Lael to feats of underhanded deftness!" A moment passes. Todin realizes he's been yelling at an an inanimate object. Everyone is most likely staring at him. He brushes himself off, takes a few awkard steps outside the cell, and begins looking for whatever weapons and other objects have not yet been taken after all the time he's spent. "Anyone have a dagger or some mail I could use?"
Todin first addresses Kyrul, "Sorry, Half-Elf, but I can't help but notice that I'm still imprisoned. Shall I continue the mundane and difficult wriggling out of chains or would you actually like more allies on your side? And Sir Bowman, your idea of disguise is good, but if you really want to get out of here a more suitable trickster may be necessary," Todin points to himself. "I'm very good at passing for things that I am not. Put a suit on my back, a dagger in my hand and you'll have the most potent ally in an environment like this that you could ever hope for. Deception and infiltration are my birthright. I'm afraid you, however, are a bit... gray to pass for a human prison guard."
"Yes... useful we will be indeed. Armed, we will be even more useful."
Ah crap, Jack and Sotha are right. It's too bad b/c the backstory for Skaldi was actually well written. I change my vote: 1. Artorius
I am in favor of the applicants in this order: 1. Skaldi the Tallest
We haven't gotten out of the cellblock yet, so there's currently not much plot to integrate yet. It's the old "combat takes days while traversing miles of territory takes seconds" schtick.
You forgot; Tragen Blackmourne, male aasimar (angelkin) antipaladin (wrath, grave robbery). Oh yeah! He hadn't acted due to unconsciousness, so I had completely forgot.
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