Thrakhir moves up and attacks the wererat with the golden bracelet.
Attacking the wererat (1d20+1=12, 1d6+1=3).
Brock stands up trying to see through the blood clouding his eyes.
Juliare shoots again the same ratman but is a litle shaken but the way the fight is going
He looks at Raven and says
'Flee , I'll keep them occupied'
Juliare is unhurt for the time being
The wererat nibbles at Brock but misses.
Quick is up.
Quick sighs, exclaims "Here goes nothing!" and releases a burst of healing energy, granting everyone 6 hp. Clark comes to, but happily only one of the fallen wererats, and it is disabled.
Raven is out of spells and withdraws to A1. The dire rats move to F2 and G3. One bites Juliare for 2 points. The wererat unsuccessfully tries to bite Brock and the braceleted one advances to J3 and stabs Quick for 2 points.
Thrakhir, Brock, Quick and Juliare (and Kirwen )
Thrakhir takes position next to the braceleted wererat and attempts a might swing against his foe.
Attacking the bracelet wearing wererat. (1d20+2=15, 1d6+1=2)
First , you have two attacks from the dire rats because Juliare moves to G8 (don't you hate it when some move off the map:) ) and fires at the dire rat in F2 .
Att 23 Damage 5 (silver) , that's more like it !
In elf
Brock's silvered axe bites into the wererat, but it still stands - until Quick zaps it with her lightning.
Juliare backs away from the dire rats (and is bitten for 3 points in the process) and fires an arrow into one of them.
Raven and Clark try to collect Kirwen and drag him out of harm's way. The braceleted ratman takes a stab at Clark, but it's deflected by his armor.
Finding himself alone, the wererat opts for the better part of valor and withdraws, disappearing out of sight (unless you choose to follow).
The dire rats following Juliare seem to know how to bite where it hurts. Surrounding him, they go for the veins and bite him for 15 points. They are now at G7 and G9.
Thrakhir, Juliare, Brock and Quick are up. What do you do?
Happy to see the were-rat flee, Quick's attention turns to Juliare's screams at the other end of the tunnel. Curling her lip, she sends a blast of electricity at the one closest to her, hoping to discourage it from biting her companion any further. "I'm right here, you over-grown rat!", she yells at the thing. "Why not pick on something your own size!?" Ironically enough, the cliché is appropriate.
The wererats flee in terror at the sight of the combined onslaught of Thrakhir, Quick, Brock and Clark. Quick's remaining channelings should be enough to get all of you on your feet, so I hereby declare the combat over.
Do you want to get out of there as fast as possible or will you take the time to search their lair first?
Also, you all need to make two Fortitude saves.
The wererats flee in terror at the sight of the combined onslaught of Thrakhir, Quick, Brock and Clark. Quick's remaining channelings should be enough to get all of you on your feet, so I hereby declare the combat over.
Do you want to get out of there as fast as possible or will you take the time to search their lair first?
I think I need to know how much will Quick heal ( since I am actually staggered (0 hp)for the time being ... )
Fortitude saves (1d20+1=9, 1d20+1=21). Oh, natural 20 on the second roll!
If the door has been left open, Thrakhir will make a quick check into the wererat den.
Thrakhir disappears into the den of the wererats.
Thrakhir
Black Tom
Throw everything in my bag that I find quickly, including the lockbox and the letter and get the heck out as quickly as possible.
Thrakhir returns from the doorway. "Let's be gettin' outta here, now!" he says to the group and makes his way back to the entrance to the sewers.
Brock looks around dizzy "Yes we need to leave"
And begins running for the exit.
You prudently clear out from the sewers, Thrakhir lugging the heavy iron box and whatever else he may have picked up in there.
The safest place to seek refuge would probably be at the Asclepius temple, if for no reason other than that there is safety in numbers. Also Beamus has probably a few channelings to spare, and could even treat your wounds. At least Kirwen gets quite an ugly scar in his belly and also develops a nasty infection.
As the group makes its way out of the sewers and heads toward the temple, Kirwen rumbles, "Best we be looking for a way outta town pronto. Maybe we've done a good deed today, but I'm thinking it's not gonna buy us a lot of friends round here even so. 'Sides, there's a bounty on some bandit's I'd like to take a slice of."
"Bandits are soundin' good."
BT
The paperwork I'll read in private, but all goods will be shared with the party.
"Lets get healed up then outta town, Will clear are heads tonight and discuss the bandits tomorrow when we all are well slept and full of bacon."
Brock lets out a sigh, what happen in there was luck and if one thing would have been different they all could have died.
He looks up then his thoughts clear and he smiles, they didn't they had fought like warriors ever one of em and he was proud "You don good everyone, It was a damn good fight!".
Later when there on the road out of town he looks to the Bald man and says "Well you gonna be okay there, looks like you might be sick."
Fortitude save: 20
Fortitude save: 8
Apart from the stuff mentioned in the spoiler to Thrakhir, the iron box contains 125 gp, a gold plated ink and pen set (75 gp), sex gold segnet rings (5 gp each), 10 small sapphires (10 gp each), a breast plate, a masterwork handaxe and a silver candelabra (45 gp).
Clark is the hero of all the freed slaves, and diverse people insist on bringing him gifts
Kirwen would like to claim the signet rings as part of his share of the treasure.
{ooc] sell em all and divide the money I say [/ooc]
Thrakhir:
Tousice,
I don’t care a whit about the Temple of the Moon or any commotion that you speak of. All I know is that we had an agreement, which I am sure has been mutually profitable. Your task was a simple one, supplying us with victuals, and you can’t say that we have been choosy about the quality of the goods that you and your kind have deigned to bring us.
But it’s been several days now and we are famished. You had better not renege on your offer, or else we shall be forced to find other ways to slake our thirst, and I can assure you that you will not find them at all pleasant.
Remember who you are dealing with. You’d better bring us something soon, and it had better be good.
Regards.
T.P.
According to Beamus Kirwen is suffering from a virulent form of Filth Fever (DC 14).
Assuming there has been at least one channeling ( Tom ? ) Juliare will go back to the mission with the others
He 'll ask Beamus help with treatment for lycanthropy for the group for those bitten . If necessary , he'll then go buy some belladonna
'Let's keep the breastplate at least for either Clark or Brock and we should divide the gems beetween us '
He'll then go see the captain of the guard ...
Black Tom and Kirwen
Thrakhir pulls Kirwen aside when the others are not present and shares the note with him.
What are you makin' of this? 'Thirst' is soundin' awfully devilish. Should we report this to the boss?"
Knowledge (local) or perception check (as the case may be, if applicable). (1d20+5=23)
"Sellin' sounds fine with me."
I would like the masterwork handaxe and a sapphire.
He'll then go see the captain of the guard ...
Bragger Bondhome is not available. The guard on duty smiles a grin revealing a missing tooth. "Say, aren't you one of the maniacs that got kicked out of town for raiding the temple? I'm sure Bondhome would like a word with you. Please come back tomorrow."
Thrakhir:
You think you have seen that kind of P on the Pulanti sigil. The Pulantis is one of the oldest and most powerful families of Endhome. They keep a much lower profile than the Quinchinos though, so you don't know much about them or their activities.
Black Tom and Kirwen
** spoiler omitted **
"Sellin' sounds fine with me."
I would like the masterwork handaxe and a sapphire.
Clark asks Raven for a moment alone:
After speaking to her quietly for a short time, he quickly walks back to the others.
"I know my opinion isn't worth much yet." He looks at the scarred dwarf when he says this, "but I think out of town after the bandits is a pretty good option, too. Thanks to the generosity of my friends," he shows the results of the beggars' and street vendors' "passing the hat," "I should be able to get some armor and will take my place at the front of the fight next time. I certainly owe you all that much."
As Brock heads out of town with the others he thinks about all his friends gone. Quick's gone, Hessian gone, and his half-elf friend gone long before him, on his own adventure. He cant help but think this life is a life where you lose people.
He looks to Juliare and smiles "Just me an you left friend, and all these new lads, cant wait to see what trouble we get ourselves in outside the city!"
He laughs hard and walks the rest of the night with a smile on his face, not sure if its the unknown ahead or the thoughts of valor in battles not yet come to pass.
I won't be in town tomorrow . Too bad !
Beamus isn't powerful enough to undo the ratmen's curse, but he thinks that he could twist the arm of high priest Thaban of the Sun temple. After all, you're a bad enough headache as it is, and it wouldn't look good if the city was once again swarming with wererats just because of his negligence.
But since you can't pay for the spells, he wants a favor from you.