the doors.
Acrobatics check 16 ( sorry I don't know how to copy and paste on my iTouch. It's on invisiblecastle)
Bean, Elric and reg
Start toward the door.
V and Euphegenina
You are 40 feet across the street in an ally
Hakeen
your still by the window,give me a perception check
Teelos
You evade the attack from behind you as you slide into the chute. You skim down the slim ridden chute and find yourself shot into a vast vat of fish slurry the slim caking you, unable to breath and bring drug down by the weight of the disgusting vat.
Some where above you someone calls "It's a spy giggles make it squeal"
Euphegenia draws her Axe and removes the shield from her back ready for battle. She smiles grimly at V, "So deary, if trouble breaks out, I will be a running over there," she indicated the front doors.
your still by the window,give me a perception check
Bean heads towards the door with the other two, waits a second then knocks.
Teelos struggles to maintain the surface in the vat of chum.
Teelos
You are pulled deeper into the muck, the disgusting slime fills your mouth, above you here laughter 'hand me that pole" a voice says
Folks at the door
You hear foot steps and some one yell "Hold you horses" A few moments later the door is pulled open and a sour faced man stands there behind him you can see his office. A wooden desk sits in one corner of the room, its side preventing the western door from opening all the way. The table is heaped with dozens of slate boards covered with chalk scrawls, while to the east a cabinet slouches against the wall. To the south, a few
moldy boards have been nailed over a door. "What do ya want? He asks sourly.
everyone else
You see the door pulled open and can see a man in the door
You hear foot steps and some one yell "Hold you horses" A few moments later the door is pulled open and a sour faced man stands there behind him you can see his office. A wooden desk sits in one corner of the room, its side preventing the western door from opening all the way. The table is heaped with dozens of slate boards covered with chalk scrawls, while to the east a cabinet slouches against the wall. To the south, a few
moldy boards have been nailed over a door. "What do ya want? He asks sourly.
Reg
The man at the door is Yargin Balkro, a bitter human alchemist who’s served variously as Gaedren’s accountant, advisor, assassin, and fence for nearly a decade. Yargin’s true obsession is acid—he carries several vials of the stuff with him wherever he goes. He even concocted a weak acid that plays a key part in the rendering of fish into slurry
(and is sometimes used to punish wayward orphans).
People at the door
The man takes one look at reg and tries to slam the door shut[occ] Ya guys are fast enuff if you would like to act[/ooc]
Keen moved closer to the door but leaves it to the burlier folks to do the kicking in/ door wrassling.
Bean quickly shoves his walking stick in the door to keep it from closing and gets out of Elric's way so the man could force the door open.
"No Point in beating around the bush...In We Go Lads"He states calmly.
Elric Nod's at Bean and throws himself shoulder-first into the door and proceeds through the man behind the door's space. Overrun attempt 1d20+7=23
Euphegenia and V run across the street as Bean blocks the door with his staff. Elric busts though the door knocking the man behind it to the floor
Hakeen is going to let the beefier folks take the door but enter as soon as he can without blocking the doorway.
Euphegenia will double move into the room (possibly drawing an attack of opportunity from the man on the floor), she heads for the door in the west wall, trusting that her companions can deal with the man on the floor, but wanting to ensure any reinforcements meet her first.
"Now sir, I'm sure if you calm down and just sit over there and talk to me, everything will be fine for you... we are looking for someone else." Bean shouts into the room.
Init
Reg=14
Vengeance=10
Hakeem=10
Bean=9
Yargin=9
Elric=8
Euphegenina=8
yargin scrambles back and to his feet as Eupegnina makes her way across the room.
Sees an outlet for his rage and a way to avenge his humiliation Hakeen charges in.
Attack Rolls (1d20 3=17, 1d20 3=9)
In case the attacks hits:
Damage Roll (1d6 2=3, 1d6 2=5)
If the guy is still standing by the time it gets to Euphegenia's turn she will wade over and attempt to clock him on the back of the head with butt of her axe.
1d20+2(Attack)-4(Dealing none lethal damage)=18
1d8+2=10
So a natural 20 for 10 points of damage. I will roll for a confirmation on the critical just in case it is allowed.
1d20+2(Attack)-4(Dealing none lethal damage)=9
I'll be casting bless on my turn, then moving into the room somewhere away from the from the combat, preferably by the other door if I can get there.
While harkeen slashes out with some bloody blows Euphegenia and Elric beat the man unconscious before he can act.
"We need to move people, Teelos is in here somewhere."
Hakeen opens the door on the right hand wall (east).
Euphengenia nods in agreement and heads over to the door in the west(?) wall, swinging it open.
Guidance on Keen, staying with the group.
Hakeen and bean
A pair of bunk beds sits against the far wall of this room to either side of a boarded-over window.
Euphengenia and elric
The stink in this room, a mixture of fish and sweat, is enough to make the eyes water. To the east, a large wooden trough holds a hideous mound of half-rancid fish, seaweed, and brine. Filthy seawater and fish blood stain the floor around this trough. A pair of wooden chutes lead from this trough through holes in the northern wall into a larger room to the
east. To the west, a desk and chair sit in one corner while a tall
cabinet sits in the other.
A dozen or so children scurry about the room working in the stink in filthy cloths
V and Reg stand guard over the unconscious man
"Damn if my sense of direction isn't awful outside the desert."
Keen goes to join Euphegenia on the west side of the room.
"Kids buggerit".
Does Euphegenia recognise any of the children as her ward?
Follows Keen again.
Euphegenia
Not that you can tell off hand, they are dirty and lean, they may be hungry as they look like they need a meal
The children look at the group as you enter they seem weary of you and seem as if they may bolt at any moment
"Oh little ones, get yeah selves to safety, we are for having a word with Gaedren and he may not be liking what he hears," Euphengenia shouts at the wee berns as she scuttles across the room to the door in the north wall.
"Well he won't be around much longer to argue," Reg whispers.
The floor here is slick with seawater, bits of seaweed, and fish blood—the air is thick with the accompanying scent. Wooden catwalks to the north and south allow access to the western part of the fishery, while the floor here is only five feet above the river below. An open bay to the south allows direct access to the sloppy, muddy water, while to the northwest stands an immense ten-foot-tall wooden vat, its sides caked and waterproofed with tar. Inside is a foul-looking mixture of chum, seawater, and who knows what else. To the east are stacked many barrels and crates, each marked in paint with a fish. Nearly two dozen small
hammocks hang from under the catwalks, each with its own ratty blanket and pillow.
Six filthy children toil here, next to the vat a scared half orc with a curl grin climbs down from a ladder on the vat with a hooked pole in his hand.
The floor here is slick with seawater, bits of seaweed, and fish blood—the air is thick with the accompanying scent. Wooden catwalks to the north and south allow access to the western part of the fishery, while the floor here is only five feet above the river below. An open bay to the south allows direct access to the sloppy, muddy water, while to the northwest stands an immense ten-foot-tall wooden vat, its sides caked and waterproofed with tar. Inside is a foul-looking mixture of chum, seawater, and who knows what else. To the east are stacked many barrels and crates, each marked in paint with a fish. Nearly two dozen small
hammocks hang from under the catwalks, each with its own ratty blanket and pillow.Six filthy children toil here, next to the vat a scared half orc with a curl grin climbs down from a ladder on the vat with a hooked pole in his hand.