Scirocco, what are the black weapons? Are they kin? Are they safe to wield?
"Irritated Declaration: This one already sick talk talk hit things. No touch, no take. Ignorance kill in desert; greed kill in city, or worse."
If he has time before more foes arrive, Kirrish will activate his Chameleon power and prepare to strike with surprise.
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Ignoring the weapons as possible evil spirits or a simple trick or trap by our opponents; fire another arrow at our enemies.
roll; 10+9 = 19; +2 damage if human; +2 str if applicable.
"Oh yes, You have proven your 'worth' quite well." Faindriac says to the daggers through the gash in his cheek.
"You may consider yourselves fortunate. No living creature has yet tasted my blood, and lived to tell of it!" He snarls, then turns to the others.
"If any wish to try their mettle against these blades and bend them to their will, I will not dissuade them." He says. "But I would prefer NOT to simply leave them lying here for others to simply pick up and wield indiscriminately. If any here do not wish to weild them, then we should at least carry them with us until they can be,... disposed of." He finishes with a final glare at the ebony blades.
Ignoring the remaining women, Radik gives Faindraic a contemptuous sneer, causing the binder's facial wound to stretch grotesquely. Bending down, he gathers up all of the daggers, tucking them into his belt.
MalaKi crawls out from under the desk with a sheepish smile on his face. “Uh, yes Aso, the chest.” he replies as the sheepish smile breaks into a wide grin. “Maybe we can use it to carry the daggers. Regardless, we should grab what we can and scram while the getting is good.”
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If he has time before more foes arrive, Kirrish will activate his Chameleon power and prepare to strike with surprise.
Plenty of time. No foes materialize before you in the immediate future.
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Bending down, he gathers up all of the daggers, tucking them into his belt.
Radik collects five steel daggers, all of excellent quality. Three are made of a blackened steel by a process unfamiliar to you, and are obviously magic (as they thank you for retrieving them).
"Somebody say something?"
"chirp, chirp"
Hmmm, Scirocco tells me that the bearer of the tainted blades will slowly turn into female monk-like Thralls of Dregoth.
"Will they grow bubbly jubblies? Might b'worth it."
"Hrrmmmm...." Schenker appears deep in thought.
Skarsnikt thoughtfully swallows a piece of the templar's liver as he listens to the weapons' bickering. "This unusually odd - perhaps odder than man-insect union in big room. Whose ghosts haunt black blades?"
<Aso grabs the box he found in the front desk and waves Shenker over.>
<Aso grabs the box he found in the front desk and waves Shenker over.>
search traps r14+9=23
disable traps r18+9=27open lock r12+10=22
"What's in there? Hrrmmmm?"
"I will keep the blades. The metal is sacred. The Iron Maiden favors me."
=)
After blasting the enemy with fire, Zuko heads to the rear exit. He slashes enemy he comes across.
Hmmm, Scirocco tells me that the bearer of the tainted blades will slowly turn into female monk-like Thralls of Dregoth.
The daggers praise Radik for his wisdom, courage, and good looks.
Zuko locates a few more fresh bodies near the rear door. They are face down as the others out front, faces locked in gestures of surprise. No living enemies present themselves for combat.
Inside the box:
The daggers praise Radik for his wisdom, courage, and good looks.
Offhand, does anyone read Draxa?
'Great, just what Radik needs, encouragement.'
Seeing no other enemies, Faindriac finally relaxes, and the massage table stops moving, then slowly topples over on top of the dead women it was dancing on.
'Cair, stay alert. I do not these conveniently dead bodies are purely for our benefit.'
SLowly, looking around for those who might be responsible for the extra bodies, Faindriac approaches Zuko, Careful to draw his attention, and not his ire.
"Zuko, do you have healing to spare for this?" He asks, pointing to the painful hole in his cheek. "It is interfering with proper speech, and I need to be able to speak clearly to take advantage of all my abilities."
HE looks around once more. "Any sign of who aided in enlarging the body count?"
""Clutch retrieve corpses from street, close doors, yes? Possibly nobody come bother clutch. Possibly ghost-knife wielders kill softskins in street before clutch kill them, no?" Skarsnikt turns to Holdrus. "Where other ancestor spirit-blades location? No trust ghost-knives - their ghosts black and angry, like bad juju."
MalaKi helps Skarsnikt pulls the bodies off the street. He quickly searches each one for useful items and throws them into a pile. He stops once and looks around at the surrounding buildings. He grimaces at Skarsnikt and gives voice to the nagging little voice in his heard, “I think we are about to get screwed screwed to the wall.”
“I think we are about to get screwed screwed to the wall.”
Faindriac raises an eyebrow. "Most eloquently put MalaKi." HE responds with no hint of sarcasm.
"Never trust an elf who gives you something for 'free'." He mutters as he surveys the area. Realizing that they had confined the damage to those who were obviously combatants, and that their mysterious benefactors had added many to the body count, and that they all looked to be civilians.
"The weapons aren't here, and we're going to be blamed for wholesale slaughter." He sighed in exasperation.
"A setup. We walked right into a setup. Like good little Kenthyas to a slaughter."
'What did I tell,...'
'Shuddup Cair.'
""Clutch retrieve corpses from street, close doors, yes? Possibly nobody come bother clutch. Possibly ghost-knife wielders kill softskins in street before clutch kill them, no?" Skarsnikt turns to Holdrus. "Where other ancestor spirit-blades location? No trust ghost-knives - their ghosts black and angry, like bad juju."
"The steel calls to me. Evil is relative."
"Correction: The steel calls to any who listen and your ears are answer. The tools will use you as used others."
"Correction: The steel calls to any who listen and your ears are answer. The tools will use you as used others."
"No one uses this one," he says, gesturing towards himself. "The Goddess blesses me with steel. If a trick it is, then Radik will destroy."
Zuko beckons Faindrac so he can have a look at that nasty cheek cut.
Zuko beckons Faindrac so he can have a look at that nasty cheek cut.
Faindraic Sighs as the healing takes hold, and nods his thanks to Zuko.
Marada wipes off the gore from her weapon as she stands in the center of the carnage
"I recently learned Dregoth’s Templars have been quashing all resistance groups using information gleaned from the group’s own members".
" I was part of the same resistance cell the dead man at the well was. He was carrying notes and a map, which would have allowed me to successfully infiltrate the enemy compound, but he was ambushed in the back alley by our rivals and the package was pilfered by a elf. Because I attempted to rescue my captured comrades without the map and notes, I was unfortunately captured and was "question at length and measure".
"They have taken everything from me, except this! she holds up Gregale which is polished and clean.
" I was gifted with Gregale following the successful assassination of a particularly important opposition member, that I won't name here however I believe Gregale and your sword are known to one another !perhaps they wish to speak!
Perhaps together they can find their kin....
Quickly, everyone! Grab what supplies and weapons you can and lets roll! We won't have all night here. That battle caused quite a ruckus and we need to be gone for when the Templars' guards return.
*Holdrus looks around for weapons and armor primarily, and money, pouches, and other stuff secondly.*
Marada looks about for money and armor; something comfortable, that offers protection and looks sexy!
Search
1d20+2=11
Kirrish is checking any back rooms or areas we haven't visited, if he can.
Aso runs around around on all fours searching back rooms:
Perhaps together they can find their kin....
Quickly, everyone! Grab what supplies and weapons you can and lets roll! We won't have all night here. That battle caused quite a ruckus and we need to be gone for when the Templars' guards return.
*Holdrus looks around for weapons and armor primarily, and money, pouches, and other stuff secondly.*
Aye... lite's us piss off and ortoff here...hrrrmmmm...
Radik...how minny diggers do you need?!?!!
Radik...how minny diggers do you need?!?!!
"All of them."
Radik...how minny diggers do you need?!?!!"All of them."
Hrrmmm....yer disposed terse say "how minny ya got?"
Hrrmmm....yer disposed terse say "how minny ya got?"Radik...how minny diggers do you need?!?!!"All of them."
"Heh."
"Heh."Hrrmmm....yer disposed terse say "how minny ya got?"Radik...how minny diggers do you need?!?!!"All of them."
Even Faindraic's standard frown is temporarily lessened at this interchange.