Fair Tuon is oblivious to his surroundings as he scans the area fruitlessly.
Scardd spots the man. With a final glare at the girl, he gives chase. Realizing that Tuon does not see him he says, “Tuon! Thirty feet in front of zu. Zmall. Black hair. He iizz ztarting to run. He knowzzz we are on to him.”
Bri watches as the man runs further away from the group. Bri turns to the others," I can't see anything!! Point me in the correct direction and I will take out anyones knees that gets in our way!"
Turning to Bri, Scardd roars, “Follow me leetle one,” then the Half-Orc takes off with a burst of speed towards the man, passing Tuon in the process. Weaving through the masses of city traffic, Scardd drops his spear as he closes in on the thief. When within range, he launches himself at his target. The crazed Half-Orc mistimed his jump; though, and crashes to the ground in the midst of city folk. Coughing up dirt from the impact, he slams the ground with his fist, and yells, “Dammiiiiit!”
Pedestrians scream and scatter as the crazed half-orc flies through the air and crashes to the ground cursing. The thief eyes widen as he looks back and pushes harder through the crowd.
Blind with outrage and indignant that he was victimized by a thief, Creed becomes a charging bull...right into the nearest passerby.
While Creed fumbles around, Fair Tuon tries again to spot the small thief.
He concentrates on the task in hand and slowly draws in a breath of inner calm. Then looks where Scarrd pointed to find the thief.
But the small rogue is elusive.
While Creed fumbles around, Fair Tuon tries again to spot the small thief.
You can just make out a flash of black hair darting into the crowd to the south of you along the street.
Galen expertly weaves his horse through the crowd and lands a blow to the thieves back with the flat of his sword. The thief staggers but keeps going.
Roderick growls at the thought of being duped by a thief. He takes off at a sprint, weaving through the crowd and leaping over Scardd. While moving, he takes out his bow and notches an arrow. Catching up to the thief and finding a line of sight, he pulls back the string and shouts, “Stop thief, or you die!”
Darting away from the knight and his horse the thief charges into a shop.
"Stop or with the next swing you will feel the edge of my blade, not the flat!"
"Yea thats the way to get things done, Galen Bri jumps up and down and Runs to catch up to Scarred even though after his last stunt she may be better off on her own. (hee hee)
Scardd stands and growls at any one looking at him. Then he retraces his steps in search of his discarded spear.
More soberly than before, Creed continues his pursuit of the thief .
Galens blade hits the man in the back but most of the impact is absorbed by something hidden under his tunic . Ignoring Galens threats he bursts through the shop door and disappears from view.
For Skiddifig
The brown-haired halfling watches as the black-haired man stumbles into the shop.
Obviously the knight was an expert fighter. The tattooed man, on the other hand, was obvioudly no warrior. They would need his help.
Ahhh... he thinks. The things I do for the sake of common decency...
Turning to the strange white cat nearby, he murmurs,
"Not to worry, friend. This fight will be easy."
He runs to the thief and shouts to the heavens,
'Tail of mouse, leg of louse
Reduce the might, make him light
Stop him from escaping, shrink this being,
My spell is cast, end his fleeing!'
He waves his hand over the thief, and a jet of green flies down at the man...
Bri 27
Roderick 23 delay to 7
Scardd 14
Skidd 12
Creed 12
Tuon 9
Galen 7
Thief 6
The green energy covers the thief and he starts to shrink until he is eye level with Skidd. His eyes flash with anger and sneers at the halfling, "You are going to regret that. You die now."
Tuon moves up through the crowd into the shop. Once inside the doorway, he slides his sword out and peers into the shadows.
Tuon smiles grimly at the pair since they both have black hair.
But then one is heavily marked by Galen. I guess he is public enemy number one.
"Stop now thief," says the mercenary.
Galen executes a fast dismount and runs into the store after the thief. He takes a swing at the thief, yelling "I warned you!"
And proceeds to swing right over the head of the now shorter thief.
Galen executes a fast dismount and runs into the store after the thief. He takes a swing at the thief, yelling "I warned you!"
And proceeds to swing right over the head of the now shorter thief.
"You had to shrink him, didn't you?"
"He's trapped in this room! He'll have to resort to close-combat! I just made him weaker! We've got him trapped!"
As Galen and Tuon enter the shop this is what they see.
The stop is filled with the basic needs of a learning wizard, robes and spell component pouches hang from the walls, a large raised counter in the center of the shop is covered in glass jars holding dead spiders, wax, and other common spell components, and in the far back a old gray haired elf carefully writing out a scroll.
The thief, now a mere three feet tall is standing in a puddle of black liquid, glass and dead spiders glaring at another halfling standing behind the center counter filled with jars.
The elderly elf women looks up with an angered look, "GET OUT!!! You are destroying my merchandise." As the knight bursts in and swings at the thief she shrieks and backs form the counter and huddles under a window. The thief grins as the knight swings where his head use to be. His eyes suddenly loose focus and a red blade of energy manifests in his hand. Leaping forward he stabs towards Galens armpit but not used to his size difference and the slippery floor his blade flies wide.
"Apologies, ma'am." The halfling turns to the knight. "Excuse me, good sir, I do not know your name, but this lady would rather we be more careful. As for you, thief, though I cannot tell whether you are a gnome or a fellow halfling, I think that telling someone that they will regret something is a statement I would leave to the doom sayers."
"Whoa what are they doing in there, I want to join in on the fun!" Bri says as she heads straight through the door and enters the shop with great gusto.
After retrieving his spear, Scardd follows Bri into the shop.
Skid grimaces. "Hardly fun, miss. Not unless you enjoy being forced to listen to a child who apparently wishes to be a doom sayer when he grows up. A small child, at that." He moves five feet away from the angry 'child'
He glances at a white cat with blue eyes, who seems nervous and is mewing, afraid for his friend.
"Not to worry, Hat. I'm right here, talking to these fine folks." He bends down and pets the cat.
Creed steps into the shop, props his big hands on his hips, and scans the area. Preparing to tackle and pin the guy, he notices the thief straight ahead or at least a smaller guy identical to the thief. The runt is opposing Galen though, so this is good enough for Creed. Noticing the thief with some type of glowing magical weapon, the huge priest changes his tactics. “Hey, you there,” Creed booms and at the same time raises his arms and smashes his spiked gauntlets together to make an impression. Then he straightens his right arm and points at the shrunken rogue, “Give me back my money and maybe Kord will let you leave with just a minor whooping. Be real. You’re surrounded. You’re trapped. I’m here. You have my money. And, did I mention, I’m angry!”
"Not to mention, you're the size of a plump pixie!"