Logos's Shadows of Sharn Campaign

[Kegi]

"I 'ave no idea what ta look for. But I be a an e'en worse liar."

With that I kick in the door to the gnome's study - presumably the area where interviews were being held? - and toss the place as best and as quickly as I can. I focus at first on the furniture and walls - looking for secret compartments or the like. Failing that, I pull books out of shelves, empty drawers, and generally ransack the place.

Quickly ... anything of value ... anything of interest ... gems, books, some idea who this gnome was ... anything

Kegi searching the interview room (1d20+3=22); though if someone has a better Search modifier, I can use "aid another" to help them instead.

[Romulus]

I pull out one of the potions and down it.

Healing Potion (1d8+1=6)

Immediately, I feel the pain fade away.

Back to full health, I think

[Lucienne]

Can we tell how much time has elapsed out here since we went through the door? For us, it's been about, what, a minute?

Lucienne's instinct is to keep people focused on the job at hand, but these allies are pretty much on top of things. She has a real admiration for how well these men are taking initative and working together.

"By twilight's first star! Who do you think is responsible for this abbatoir, the Hollow Man, or the invisible ghoulies we left here?"

And yes. Let's leave the legal explanations to the forceful personalities. Lucienne is having a hard time imagining that going well.

From Siberys' lofty realm to Kyber's lands below
Flows there the ancient arcane power, which powers all we know.
Now Aureon's art, the Shadow's lore, and all that lie between,
Revel themselves unto my eyes, their patterns to be seen.

Detect Magic.

Let's see what we can tell, out here and in Pennywise's chamber, using Detect Magic and the lenses.

Search is at +7.

[Logos]

From the Kitchen, a narrow set of winding stairs quickly leads to the gnomes office and den and living quaters.

The Room is entirely non paralel, none of the corners are right, otherwise a cheerful dark wooden entire dominates which a obsidian hearth and copper kettle lend a warm aspect.

Quickly a bundle of magical scrolls and a Single book are the only readible aspects in the apartment and glow magically. The Book appears to be a book on the draconic prophecy dealing with the Daelkyr lords that invaded eberron some 9000 years ago and lead to the decline of the goblin and orcish empires.

In the Bedroom, is a chained and barred metal cage roughly 10'by 10' stuffed full of animated skeletons who look at you soundlessly.

The Bedroom, Main Room , and Washroom form a rough L

In the Washroom, smeared in a dark gnarly substance (not blood)
"There is no cake"

The Doors to the OAKS crash open in a cacphony of splintering wood.

(Is anyone still downstairs)

You hear gasps of " By the gods" and "Flame Protect Us" and " Spread Out, Find Who Did This, They Can't be Far, Sick Bastards"

Wisdom Check DC 15

Spoiler:

Its the hollow Man's Voice

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[Kegi]

Kegi: Wisdom check at +4 (1d20+4=22)

Startled by the strange, yet familiar voice, I pause my ransacking momentarily and look at Lucienne.

Him, again! How can this be ... how can any of this be ...

"Take what ye can, we need t'be gettin' out of here! Now!"

I grab the book and scrolls, and toss them to Lucienne. Picking up a small end table, I smash it to bits and use one of the legs to bash out a window. Then I grab any sheets or linens I can find.

"Quick - tie a rope outta this. I'll go up and anchor it so ye can climb after me."

I'm looking to climb up - perhaps unto the building's roof.

[Lucienne]

Logos wrote:

From the Kitchen, a narrow set of winding stairs quickly leads to the gnomes office and den and living quaters.

...In the Washroom, smeared in a dark gnarly substance (not blood)
"There is no cake"

Does Lucienne recognize the handwriting? What is the dark, gnarly stuff? Where is it smeared? (Is it too high for the gnome to reach, for example?)

Elsewise, Lucienne will start knotting strips, while still looking around.

[Logos]

The 'Handwriting' is more like finger painting, and having no reference you don't recognize anything about it. The Dark and Gnarly Substance could be a foul smelling mud or s%!% or a combiantion.

As Kegi Smashes the Endtable, a Small Dark and Attractive Dagger tumbles to the floor.

The Path to the roof is quickly constructed, for anyone who wants to use it.

L

[Lucienne]

Logos wrote:

As Kegi Smashes the Endtable, a Small Dark and Attractive Dagger tumbles to the floor.
L

From a hidden compartment in the end-table? From a shelf somewhere? From Kegi?

And I presume that all those invisible sources of mischief and magic have vacated?

[Maddock d'Tharask]

Wisdom Roll(1d20+4=15)

Search (1d20+2=12)

Maddock takes a perfunctory glance around the room, assuming he doesn't find anything worth taking then begins scrambling up the rope ladder toward the roof, to escape.

He's not convinced that he can effectively explain what was going on to the authorities, and he knows he doesn't look innocent.

He sticks two fingers into his mouth, and lets out a shrill whistle, which is answered several seconds later by a far off twittering sound.

[Logos]

The Mischeifers are quite gone, and the oaks quite mundane now except for you know the piles of body parts.

The Dagger would have to have come from some hidden space (Perhaps attached under a drawer, or something) the drawers didn't seem to have a dagger in them in the initial search.

Anyone who wants to "Grab Random Valuable Looking Stuff" please just add that to your inventory and give me a shout when you think you have time to figurer out what it is.

[Romulus]

Wisdom Check (1d20+4=11)

I help Lucienne and Kegi make some rope. I don't fancy explaining this to the authorities.

[Logos]

Anyone who wants to escape to the roof may...

anyone who stays behind should explain what they are doing.

[Romulus]

"Akallabeth, let's go or you're explaining this one before the magistrates."

[Akallabeth]

Romulus wrote:

"Akallabeth, let's go or you're explaining this one before the magistrates."

I Paused for one last desperate look around the room, and stuffed a couple of likely looking items into my coat pockets.

"No thanks my bandaged friend, I've played that game before. Seems I'm not very good at it."
I grinned at Romulus, "Last one to the roof spends a night with Sharn's finest!" Then ran to the window and shimmied up the makeshift rope as fast as I could.

[Lucienne]

Is there any indication, anywhere, about which gods the gnome might have worshipped?

Lucienne will make sure we have the dropped dagger and a handful of ledgers, appointment calendars, and other business papers --which might give us a lead on who was really supposed to be hiring today, and perhaps what the job was-- and she's out and up.

[Romulus]

I immediately scramble up the rope ladder to the roof. We can piece this mystery later.

[Logos]

For Those of you who exit.

The Night passes by relatively quickly, althought everything is now seen in a more menecing light. The Guards seem meaner, the dark corners darker, the people unfriendler. Whether this is the result of the seal breaking or your own furiously stressed imaginations you know not.

After finding some random place to hide (Presumably a Tavern), I need to know the following

A> Do you stay with the group?
B> What do you do?
C> Where do you do it?
D> And How.

I plan on advancing time about a week, so consider this IC relaxation and planing time/ get some cash and find out whats going on time/run away from home and join the circus time?

Any questions for me etc .

[Romulus]

Logos wrote:

For Those of you who exit.

The Night passes by relatively quickly, althought everything is now seen in a more menecing light. The Guards seem meaner, the dark corners darker, the people unfriendler. Whether this is the result of the seal breaking or your own furiously stressed imaginations you know not.

After finding some random place to hide (Presumably a Tavern), I need to know the following

A> Do you stay with the group?
B> What do you do?
C> Where do you do it?
D> And How.

I plan on advancing time about a week, so consider this IC relaxation and planing time/ get some cash and find out whats going on time/run away from home and join the circus time?

Any questions for me etc .

For the meantime, Romulus is staying with Akallabeth. He then spends his time trying to piece together what happened. To that end, he intends to meet with the rest of the group to compare notes. Other during other spare time, Romulus tries to earn some money entertaining people with his magic tricks.

[Logos]

The Week Passes at a snail's pace, like its waiting for something. Lucienne, Akallahbeth, and Romulis work together and serpately to gather some info on strange going's on in the political realm. The Most notable is the appointment of a new "Commissoner of Public Relations" yours truely the hollow man, as is known by the name Pennywise Grey now. The Towers Courier and the Sharn Chronicaler both show glowing reviews of Pennywise's "Inspirational Work" and "Devotion" to solving the Oaks Massacre, as the primary cause of the appointment. The Job description seems very vague but has the ring of a secret police appointment answerable to the Mayor of Sharn Herself, The Lady Meribeth of House Tarkanon.

For Lucienne, Akallahbeth,and Rommulus

Spoiler:

Due to Hanging out and generally showing prowress in the fields of private investigation, law, use of public records and such would you all gain the feat [magisters] As well known persona in the field you gain a +3 Profession Check concerning records, the Law, and Public Records, and Income checks

Kegi and Maddock spend the week introducing and introspecting with the few and scattered Gatekeepers in Sharn. Numbering 12 these solemn men and women are mostly humans and orcs althought a elf numbers among them. They probe and pry but little more useful information comes out. They Confirm that the seal their was broken, but are unsure if it was the only seal holding the Daelkyr under sharn. They Theorize that because of the lack of general Armageddon there must be other seals, but disagree on number some suggesting another 12 seals and some only another 4.

Kegi and Maddock

Spoiler:

Due to hanging out and generall showing proress in nature and divine magic gain the feat [Friend of the Earth] , which grants access and a discount to the druidic store if your interested, the feat also allows you to identify all other friends of the earth by sight (ex)

Any other questions please lay them on me.

You are all in your assorted flop houses late at night, or early in the morning as may be. When you all notice a rather odd sound ring loud in the night. The sound of many swords leaving scabbards.

Tell me Who's flop house you are at and What you are doing
+1Ap if you are alone

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[Lucienne]

Logos wrote:

Any other questions please lay them on me.

See the discussion Thread

Logos wrote:

You are all in your assorted flop houses late at night, or early in the morning as may be. When you all notice a rather odd sound ring loud in the night. The sound of many swords leaving scabbards.

Tell me Who's flop house you are at and What you are doing
+1Ap if you are alone

L

Lucienne would be in her quarters in the scholar district. There's only the door and a narrow, 2nd story, window in her room. She has not been sleeping in her armor, of course, but since the Hollow Man has been appointed captain of the secret police, she has kept her "adventering gear" in a knapsack, ready to go.

But right now, she's in her dressing gown, with no spells memorized.

Her first instinct is to quietly don as much armor as she needs to, in order to be able to activate it's Ghost Sound power, and use it to distract the swordsmen or send them on a false trail.

[Logos]

Just as you reach your Armour and Knapsack, you hear a great rending sound below, timed simultaiously as a masked figure in dark greens and yellows smashes thru your upper window.

Your Showered in Broken Glass, the Floor is considered caltroped and take 1 dmg.

The Heavy hobboots of a man expecting this great you. Quickly and quietly he pulls out his shortsword, and uses it to make a shushing gesture to you. The Lecherous look in his eyes clearly mark his intent. The Sounds of your apartment being ransacked ring clearly thru the night, but not so loud as the crunching of broken glass as this thug slowly starts toward you.

(Your Apartment is being ransacked, I presume you have all valuables in your knapsack)

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[Lucienne]

Lucienne has darkvision.

Lucienne tries to tell what kind of humanoid this is. Human? (If so, is he having problems in the dark?)

His signal to be quiet makes her unsure if he's with the men below or not.

Lucienne puts on her shoes. In a normal conversational tone, she says, "You have five seconds to sheathe your sword, or I'll do it for you."

[Kegi]

Logos wrote:

Tell me Who's flop house you are at and What you are doing

Kegi is asleep on a sleeping pad on the floor of the back room of a sparsely furnished apartment used by a communal group of shifters. The others, if they are here, are non-combatant types (laborers, artisans, etc.) The room is windowless and is one of several such rooms at the end of a hall used for sleeping quarters. There are two other bedrolls here, but they are unoccupied at present.

I awake to the peculiar sound and my military instincts take over. In a smooth motion, I am up grabbing my bow, slinging my quiver over my shoulder, and strapping my sword and pouch to my belt. By the dim light of a candle I see I'm the only one in this room but there are probably others in the apartment.

Fighting back the instinct to shift and run as fast as I can, I slowly approach the door and swing it open with my foot. The door at the end of the hallway leading into the apartment's common area is closed and latched. I sprint towards it, heedless of my feet clomping on the wooden floor, knowing the only way out of this deathtrap is through the front door.

[Logos]

Kegi, You Freeze as the front door shatters in. A Huge Giant of a Man stepping in. This man is easily 9 feet tall and only wearing a armoured baldric, helm, and kilt with a single segmented arm guard (think thayan gladiator). Bruskly quashing the closest shifter at hand, he stops seeing you running towarwds him and readies his bola, it wizzing thru the air above his head.

The Sounds of many more men can be heard behind him.

The Eldest Shifter, hidden from sight by the layout points out a section of wall to you, just behind the thayan. Shifting and dashing for it, The Thayan grabs the shifter with his bare hand, swinging him into the nearest wall and ending his life with his brains and guts smeared across the wall.

Lucienne: The Figure looks human althought the ways his eyes shine and the fact that he has no trouble in the darkness suggest either orcish blood or magical enhancment.

You hear a very low and breaathy, " Preeety" as the figure edges toward you.

[Lucienne]

Logos wrote:

The figure looks human although the ways his eyes shine and the fact that he has no trouble in the darkness suggest either orcish blood or magical enhancment.

You hear a very low and breathy "Preeety" as the figure edges toward you.

"You don't get out much, eh?"

Lucienne uses her Ray of Enfeeblement aberrant dragonmark. If she gets another round, she'll cast the white sparkling mists (functionally, Darkness). Then she'll try to grapple and pin him.

[Logos]

You Raise your hand and gasp as the black horrid energy comes out in a torrent. Or rather it seems it comes in from the Manboy watching you . As you strike out he strikes in seeming unaffected by the energy, missing you horribly. You activate your white mist, leaving you both fumbling in the heavy obscuring mists. The Manboy starts yelling " Here I found the VIlE on HeEaR"

Footsteps start upward to our precarious loft.

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[Romulus]

I am at the local library following up on news reports and other information on the new "Commissioner of Public Relations," with special attention where the "commissioner" would be making any future public appearances.

[Logos]

His Next Public Appearance is at the the War Orphan Memorial where he is to announce some "big" news. Which is otherwise hush hush.

You watch as a large squad of men in green and gold silks walk up to the long curved reception. You watch as the elder chief liberian got up, presumably to scold them for being so over armed. The library had ac lear no weapon's policy,he said pointing to the sign. Then the leader pulled out his heavy repeater crossbow and shot the librarian in the face. He shot him in the face 5 times, calmly reloading his clip afterword.

Thats when the screaming started.

[Akallabeth]

I swam up out of the darkness of my usual nightly nightmares at a familiar sound. Instinctively I sent a query to my familiar to find out what the heck was going on. As I reached out, I found only emptyness.
Oh that's right. I don't have a familiar. He's dead. The pain of that loss is still with me. And I'll never summon another.

Suddenly my eyes snapped open as my nightmare-riddled brain finally realized what that familiar sound had been. The sound of many weapons leaving their sheathes at the same time.

"FRAK"

I may have lost all of my old martial weapons training, but some things are so ingrained you can never lose them. I rolled out of bed as quickly and quietly as possible, stomping into my boots as I snagged the sword and component pouch belt from where it hung on the chair next to the bed.

The rest could all go to Dal 'Quor as far as I cared, but there was no way I was leaving without that sword.

As I reached for my coat and backpack I tried to force my sleep-deprived self to remember. Was Romulus still on the couch downstairs, or had he found a different place to crash tonight? I hung my crossbow strap over my shoulder and snagged my thin staff as I debated whether or not to go straight downstairs and wake him, wait to see what happened, or beat a hasty retreat.
Used to be the answer would have been simple. Get the heck out, and come back later with reinforcements. But after a week of researching and studing various aspects of magic with our oddball group, I was beginning to feel, something. Not like having friends again exactly, but definitely close to the feelings I used to have when I was part of a unit. We may not have all been 'friends'. Hades, half of us couldn't stand the other half. But the SIX would have had to take us all before it took a one of us individually.

I sighed as i realized what i had already convinced myself to do. I summoned the flame and used it to surround myself in it's protective embrace once more. Then I locked and loaded the crossbow, slipped off the safety, and headed cautiously for the door.

That was 'Mage Armor'

[Romulus]

Logos wrote:

His Next Public Appearance is at the the War Orphan Memorial where he is to announce some "big" news. Which is otherwise hush hush.

You watch as a large squad of men in green and gold silks walk up to the long curved reception. You watch as the elder chief liberian got up, presumably to scold them for being so over armed. The library had ac lear no weapon's policy,he said pointing to the sign. Then the leader pulled out his heavy repeater crossbow and shot the librarian in the face. He shot him in the face 5 times, calmly reloading his clip afterword.

Thats when the screaming started.

I dive under the nearest table and silently move away from these SOBs. I go to the library shelves which I hope will afford me some protection. I look around for other people in need of help.

Spot Check (1d20+4=19)

Martial law in the 70s wasn't this bad

[Kegi]

Georgios was a good man. A family man. Didn't deserve to go like that. This fella, on the other hand - he's got something coming to him.

I shift, relenting to the primal beast within, gathering it and bringing it to the surface. Swift action; speed is now 40ft. AC is 19 since I'm not wearing armor. As adrenaline courses through my body and the hairs on my neck stand on end, I allow the beast-instinct to take control. Once prepared to run, I steel myself towards a different course of action. The secret panel that Georgios indicated is across the room - 15 feet away. My enemy is just inside the door - 10 feet away and to the side of the panel. I stutter as if following Georgios, then dodge to my left, rolling behind a low table and coming up firing. The house isn't that big, but it's big enough that I can move 10 feet laterally. I am still about 10 feet away from the badguy, but now he is squarely between me and the door.

Kegi shooting big guy; includes skirmish damage (1d20+11=25, 1d6+2+1d6=10)

"This be for George, ya bloody freak!"

[Lucienne]

Logos wrote:

You raise your hand and gasp as the black horrid energy comes out in a torrent. Or rather it seems it comes in from the Manboy watching you. As you strike out, he strikes in seeming unaffected by the energy, missing you horribly. You activate your white mist, leaving you both fumbling in the heavy obscuring mists. The Manboy starts yelling "Here I found the Vial on her."

Footsteps start upward to your precarious loft.

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Well, so much for the subtle.

There's no way that Lucienne can take this guy and others, in a nightgown, with no spells. She must finish this guy off, fast, even if it means taking some damage herself.

She drops down to one knee, loops the knapsack over one arm, and tries to bullrush the guy back through the window. (She'll happily spend an Action Point) If she misses him and simply goes through the window herself, that's acceptable, too.

The Darkness needs to be cast on an item. She had cast it on her knapsack.

[Logos]

Akallahbeth ducks down beneath the stairs, the bottom of his office/apartment is ruined, the door smashed in while he was getting his stuff apparently but how he didn't hear a thing. Sneaking a peek, the snarls and warshouts carry silently, the glimmer of magic apparent. Dashing back upstairs the enemy, a full platoon from the looks of things fires, all missing but one. You see the heavy Barbed Bolts rent flesh and wood alike, and you fall silently, they must be advancing. Romulus is not there and you remember something about a library in a haze of pain.

(Akallahbeth please take 9 dmg from barbed bolt(2 more when removed) and you struggle against the burning/numming sensation, Poisoned First saved)

Lucienne Charges Forward Blindly connecting with the Manboy and tumbling out of the window. You have to consider the wisdom of your course of action, as the fall of a hundread plus feet ending into the Fireworks looks up at you. Your fall is suddenly stopped, as the safety harness and rigging that allowed the half orc to enter your room in the first place. The Manboy is securely harneessed you are not.

Kegi you surge forward, firing your arrow into the chest of the giantine man, but it doesn't seem to phase him...much. Blood splurts out as he hurls his Bola at you connecting and taking you down. You are prone as the remainding soldiers surge forward.

Romulus looks about the currently being ransacked library for others to help. While conviently hidden a small child is just on the otherside of a particularly nasty looking brute. If you move to help the child you will surely be seen, but otherwise the child will be hurt by accident and proximity if nothing else. You hear the sloshing sound of a lot of liquid being poured out quickly.

Suddenly you all recieve a message spell, the words boom in your ears althought you know that no one else can hear them.

"Pennywise made provisions for you. Find your way to Oaks, Find me am hidden Below, Not Safe where you are attack imminent, Find me Escape."

ps maddock i need an update on location
ps Lucienne remove an action point

[Maddock d'Tharask]

Maddock lies on a filthy blanket stuffed with old straw, fitfully alternating between sleep and wakefulness. His owl, Grimmit, roosting nearby, and toying with a dead rat in the corner.

The lousy flophouse he chose to collapse in stands out only because it offers free bowls of "mystery brown stew" with the price of the stay.

After the unsavory dinner (best not to think too much about it) he was able to growl and bare his teeth enough to earn a small room by himself, though none of the upstairs rooms actually had doors, so despite the lack of crowding, he can still hear the snoring and whimpering of the other patrons.

His armour, weapons, and pouches of equipment lie in a crumpled pile, which Maddock keeps one hand on at all times, even during sleep. He was able to find a handful of shriveled berries in one of Sharn's public parks before retiring for the night. In his drowsy thoughts, he wonders if sleeping under a tree in one of those parks would be nicer, or safer. "It would probably start to rain in the middle of the night." he decides, and turns over, trying to make himself somewhat comfortable on the lumpy straw mattress.

[Lucienne]

Logos, in the Discussion thread wrote:

if you feel you've beeen unfairly exponged please take an Action Point.

Nah; as long as Lucienne has a hold on the guy with the belaying equipment, we're all good.

(There ought to be a quick-release thing on this harness,) Lucienne thinks. (Otherwise, all I'd have to do is run out of the bedroom, and he'd be trapped there in the harness.)

So she makes sure she has a secure grasp on the non-releasing part, gives him a good kick in the stomach, and releases him.

What could possibly go wrong with that?

[Romulus]

Is Romulus certain that the liquid being poured is oil or some kind of fuel? If yes, this is my action.

Spoiler:

I declare calmly, "Gentlemen, I will not move if I were you. I have you all covered. One false move and we all burst into flames." I use the bookshelves as cover as much as possible.

[Kegi]

Logos wrote:

Kegi you surge forward, firing your arrow into the chest of the giantine man, but it doesn't seem to phase him...much. Blood splurts out as he hurls his Bola at you connecting and taking you down. You are prone as the remainding soldiers surge forward.

I'm not sure why these guys are here, but I don't intend to hang around and find out. Still, the bola is a problem.

I stand up, shrugging off the bola and run towards the secret panel, twisting and gyrating around, over, and under my attackers.

Tumble check (1d20+13=18)

[Akallabeth]

Logos wrote:

"Pennywise made provisions for you. Find your way to Oaks, Find me. Am hidden Below, Not Safe where you are. Attack imminent, Find me. Escape."

The voice boomed in my ears.

' "Better late than never." Yeah, right. Thanks pal, yer perception of the obvious is very acute!' I growled as I reached for the bolt lodged painfully in my side. At the last moment, I decided NOT to add more insult to the injury, and snapped off the shaft rather than pull it out and risk killing myself outright. I snapped off a shot at the nearest attacker on the stairs, dropped my crossbow to let it hang by its strap at my side, and turned and ran without waiting to see if it hit.

I could feel the fire inside me churning as it fought to burn away the poison on the bolt. 'At least the frakkin' fires good for something' I panted to myself as I reached my room. 'Who ARE these guys? And what are they looking for? They wouldn't toss the place if they came to arrest me. Aw who cares. Its time for "Classic Emergency Exit #1"' I thought as I pulled out a scroll from its pocket in my coat. I read the single word aloud, and felt the tingle as the magic took hold.

Grunting from the pain, I opened my bedroom window and leapt thru it in a single motion. I turned in midair to wave at the people I expected to be above me as the Featherfall I cast from the scroll took effect.

Flipping the signal for universal contempt, I turned back to observe the slowly approaching ground. 'Now. How do I get from here to the Oaks, while bleeding like a stuck pig and hanging onto life by a painful thread?' I asked myself as I drifted almost peacefully down. Praying that my Mage Armor would be enough to keep me from being hit again until I hit the ground.

Only 3 HP left! That hurt! NOT risking more from pulling it out until I get healing. Mage Armor do your stuff! Counting on my poison resistance to keep me alive until then.

[Logos]

Lucienne Twists and Soon, the ManBoy is hurling into the Fireworks below. However, you are still dangling by a series of ropes.You see lights and movements in your apartment, but no one has thought to look out the window ... yet.

Romulus pops up just as the last of the minions are leaving, only one remains. The Grey Pallor of his sagging almost melted skin hangs ominously. A crooked smile graces his warped lips.

Spoiler:

"Haven't you figured out that's the plan Stan!"

The Warped one quickly casts something the only words you hear are "Kata of Fire"

A single innoculus spark drifts down, wushing up the flamible liquid like nobodies business. Except for a circle that is only floored in fire and walled in by heat. All around you hear the screaming of the innocent as they burn, the images of fire elementals mercilessly burning them down. a ring of these evil elementals surround you chanting " Two Men Enter One Man Leaves "

Crooked Face Speaks, "So Shall take the title of learn the kata of the fire sorcerer"

Kegi Kegi Tumbles around most of the men, but one was prepared and waiting, striking Kegi with his truncheon for 8 dmg.

The Big Man hurls another bola, just as you open the secert panel, tripped you fall in the tiny chute helpless to theforces of gravity. you land with a meaty thud in a refuse pile outside the building.

Maddock You awake to the sounds of iron leaving scabard. You hear the screams of those poor folk below, being butchered. You leap to your feat, and fall back down as powerful magic grips you.[Hold Person] Stiff as a statue you watch unable to close your eyes, as someone stuffs a letter in your partially open mouth and then yells "When you killed all of them, leave" The Magic Man walks out, a man in his prime smirking at you framing the headline in his fingers "Another Massacre in Sharn, Guilty found on scene"

Far off you hear the bells and whistles of the city watch approaching.

Akallabethdrifts almost peacifully to the ground. Landing Clutching your side. You think you have a minute max before someone gets the bright idea. you think making yourself scarce would be a good thing

Logos

[Maddock d'Tharask]

Maddock's brain internally roars with anger, and becomes more infuriated since he can not move to vent that frustration.
He hammers and pounds with all his will at the magical bonds.

He'll keep trying until he breaks free - don't know the difficulty, so here are a few rolls
Will save (Hold person) (1d20+7=18)
Will save (Hold person) (1d20+7=22)

As soon as he's free, he'll hastily don armour, cast Shillelagh on his club, and head downstairs to try and save anyone who can be saved.

[Logos]

As you thunder downstairs, you arrive just in time to see the last few straggling soldiers thumb helpless and wild eyed poor folk into bloody submission. They are wearing that Green and Gold Standard I mentioned before.

Dozens of corpses lay arround, you think they must have roundedup everyone off the street area as well.

L

[Lucienne]

Logos wrote:

Lucienne twists and soon, the ManBoy is hurtling into the Fireworks below.

"Thank you for your gentlemanly attentions, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you down."

Logos wrote:

However, you are still dangling by a series of ropes.You see lights and movements in your apartment, but no one has thought to look out the window ... yet.

Well, that's not going to last long. Lucienne has got to get to more secure ground. In order of preference, she'd like to (a) figure out the rigging enough to lower herself properly to the ground, (b) swing over to land on a balcony a story or two below her window, and escape from inside the building, or (c) climb up the rigging back to wherever the half-orc had it secured.

Again, (a), if she can manage it.

[Logos]

Lucienne manages thru ingenity and momentum to land herself on the balcony of a nearby building, and thru that building finds street level.

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[Maddock d'Tharask]

Logos wrote:

the last few straggling soldiers

That doesn't sound too dangerous, although I may regret it...

Maddock growls an orcish obscenity, tightens his grip on his club, and charges the closest soldier.

+1 for Shillelagh, +2 for charge (1d20+5+1+2=21)
+1 for Shillelagh, +4 for str (1d10+1+4=9)
if that hits, then it's 9 damage

[Romulus]

"Warped one, prepare yourself." With that I hurl a sheet of flame at him.

Initiative and Burning Hands damage (Ref DC16) (1d20+7=27, 2d4=5)

casting defensively

Concentration Check (1d20+6=21)

Spoiler:

If I see a window from which I could exit, then I immediately rush to it and smash through, taking the damage from the fire if it cannot be avoided. Assuming that the fall out of the window is more than a floor, I activate the featherfall ability contained in my imbued staff

Spot Check (1d20+4=16)

[Kegi]

Logos wrote:

Kegi Tumbles around most of the men, but one was prepared and waiting, striking Kegi with his truncheon for 8 dmg.

The Big Man hurls another bola, just as you open the secert panel, tripped you fall in the tiny chute helpless to theforces of gravity. you land with a meaty thud in a refuse pile outside the building.

Clutching the wound in my side, I stagger to my feet. I am in a narrow service alley running alongside the tower/building housing the apartment complex. I can hear the voices and jack-booted footsteps of soldiers from around the corner. Hurridly I scramble across the alley and look from side to side. Ahh, but this is Sharn! Looking down, I see another alley - or maybe a branch of the same one - running perpendicular to this one about 20 feet below. Again glancing towards the front of the building, I vault over the safety rail and, lowering myself as much as I am able, let go and hope for the best.

Kegi Jump check (1d20+9=14)

That was sub-par, so I'm burning an AP: Kegi AP for Jump check (1d6=1). So 15 total. If I'm hurt, I will pause to drink a healing potion before making my way to the Oaks.

[Logos]

Maddock crashes down his shillelagh onto one of the soldiers, collapsing him in a squirming puddle. The Other Tries to grab Maddock but not before maddock can do the same to him.

The Warped One Smiles as your fire harmlessly dances on his skin. " A friend lent me a scroll , too bad you couldn't say the same." You see a window and run toward it , hitting the fire barrier and bouncing back inside. Take 4 Fire Dmg.

Kegi lets himself down and drops the twenty feet onto the next layer taking 2 subdual dmg from the fall.

Logos

[Akallabeth]

I climbed to my feet, shakily holding a death grip on my slim staff. And without one looking back or up, Strolled as casually as I could while clutching my side. As soon as I could, I ducked into an alley, and pulled out a metal vial with a symbol of healing on it. Grabbing the remains of the bolt with one hand, I pulled out the cork with my teeth, drank it, and still clutching the vial between my teeth against the pain, yanked the barbed head free.
For a moment I thought I saw a flicker of flame from the wound, but the potion quickly closed the torn flesh so I couldn't be sure. The wound closed, but left a heavy, still-sore scar behind.

'OK, not completely recovered, but nothing a few days rest or a decent healing spell won't fix.' I figured, testing the range of motion in my stiff side, then closing my coat to hide the torn shirt and blood.

I pulled my wide-brimmed leather hat from my pack and planted it firmly on my head. Then, taking one more deep breath to calm my nerves and collect my thoughts, I strolled out of the alley and down the road. Just another worker on his way to his shift in the early dawn.

I considered several ways to the Oaks, and settled on a winding path that kept me from the most commonly traveled areas. Taking only one casual glance over my shoulder as I made the first turn, I considered that I didn't know where all of the others of our little group were crashing at. I wondered briefly if the others had been attacked, and if so if they all escaped as relatively easily as I had. Then I settled my mind on the task of getting to my destination unseen and uninterrupted.

Potion of cure light& spot check 8 & 16 respectively
Back up to 9 HP total

[Romulus]

I grit my teeth to avoid screaming my pain. I coolly address the Warped One while brandishing my staff, "It appears that there are two and only one will get out. Prepare."

Assuming that we are ten feet apart, I charge against the Warped One

I swing my staff at the Warped One two-handed.

Charge vs. Warped One (1d20+7=24, 1d6+4=9)

[Logos]

As you rush forward, romulus the Warped One Strikes, Sidesteping you, and then smashing you in the back your own momentum used against you. you skid toward the barrier again, but stop before hitting it.

Hissing in Frustration, the Warped One summons a Sphere of Fire and hurls it at you. 4 fire dmg.

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All of those who are Heading to the Oaks, Please give me a "hide" in the crowd check at -2.