"Get 'im," shouts the other sailor, running up the deck. "I'll keep an eye out here!" With a sudden grin, the first watchman rushes down the plank after the retreating hero.
In a strangely deep and resonant tone, unlike the craven screeching it made earlier, the quasit speaks the answers to Tsadok and Sam's questions.
"Yeesh why didn't you say so." Lyre mumbles whilst looking around for something to feed the rats as well as a way to re secure the cage.
Tippy looks thoughtful for a moment mulling over the idea.
To Halfling woman: It has been a while since I've enjoyed anyones company, so I would be glad to make you feel like a woman again.
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The woman smiles warmly, taking Tippello's hand and leading him up the stairs. The bartender watches them go with a satisfied expression, going back to washing glasses as they disappear into the rooms above.
Once safely ensconced in one of the rooms, Trieste begins to enfold herself around the halfling priest, but is shocked when he suddenly stops her.
Beyond him, the second sailor gasps in shock, raising his sword and charging at the Masked Man in a fury. "I'll gut you, I swear I'll gut you-"
Deciding to get them some food first but not wanting them running around she decides to try an magically put them both to sleep
After pushing Trieste away from him, Tippy places himself in front of the door.
Sorry to disapoint you, but I'm on to your deception. Now tell me what you really want and who you're working for. And don't try anything funny cause I'd be terribly upset if I had to hurt you.
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One of the rats passes out, but the other - still staggering badly - nevertheless manages to resist Lyre's spell.
Trieste looks shocked and alarmed for a moment, but tries to cover it quickly. "Baby, what are you talking about? I work for the Temple, of course, but you don't have anything to be worried about! This is personal, not business!"
Once the demon finishes its answers, it looks fearfully back at Samaritha. "Scox go now?" it squeaks. "Mage finished with Scox?"
"Oh yes," Sam replies slowly, "we are most definitely finished with you." She produces a wand and points it directly at the quasit, who squeals again in terror and rage.
Mario's strike against the second guard is as clumsy as his first was elegant, and he can hear the disappointed cough of his old master echoing through his memory.
The guard slashes again with his sword, but even as he does so, Mario notices two things: another figure - the captain, Mario thinks - appears at the top of the companionway leading belowdecks, and several shadowy forms are climbing over the railing on the far side of the vessel, headed for that same spot...
Deciding that with one rat dozing and the other one in no state to really do anything it should be safe to get food she heads to the canteen (or a feeding area if the place has one for the animals.)
Don't try and lie to me, I'm already on to you. You didn't really bring me up here for pleasure, now tell me what it is you actually want.
Tippy grimaces at her falseness and puts a hand on the handle of one of his starknives.
With no more ado, the sailor hurls himself over the side of the boat and into the water, where he starts swimming for another nearby pier and away from the already-lost battle.
"Wouldn't go along with it, huh?" he says. "Gotta make this difficult, do ya? Well, I can do difficult," and he cracks his knuckles.
As she finishes up, however, Bojask stumbles into the kennel area, sees what she is doing, and shouts, "What the...? Get away them! You're ruining them!"
"Ruining them? me? I dont think so" Lyre says whilst facing Bojask down "If anyone is ruining them it is you."
With a sharp "Viazala!" Sam fires a bolt on arcane energy at the quasit, making it scream in a mixture of anger and pain.
The quasit hurls itself against the mystic border once more. It then flickers and disappears. "It's invisible!" Sam shouts, her gaze sweeping the area.
"How in all the hells are they supposed to fight if there half starved?" Lyre retorts standing her ground
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"Fiend! Show yourself, lest we send you to your masters instead of this mercy!"
Mario finds that Tippello has gone out for the day, and so makes a trip to the temple of Cayden Cailean in Riddleport: the Publican House, also the largest alehouse in the city. The brew-priest eyes Mario's wounds speculatively, but only smiles and nods as he listens to Mario's explanation before placing his hands on the swashbuckler's shoulders. "Accidents befall us all," he murmurs, "and so, let the Accidental God's mercy fall upon you, just as his anger falls upon his enemies." Mario feels a sudden kick in his stomach, as though he'd just had a slug of some potent but smooth liquor, and a warmth spreads through him - a warmth that washes away the pain of his wounds. "No charge," the cleric smiles at Mario, "in thanks for your good deeds in our Master's name... whatever those deeds might be."
Tsadok's kama flashes through the area without noticable effect, and he can hear a high-pitched giggling from somewhere nearby, though he can't pinpoint it.
With a muffled swearword, Samaritha balls up her fist and makes a punching motion at the center of the summoning circle, a motion that creates a ripple in the air racing toward the spot where she was aiming. It shows no more sign of effectiveness than Tsadok's attack did.
The giggling suddenly cuts off, changing into a lupine growl.
I guess we'll be doing this the hard way!
"You sir are a drunken moron."
With that Lyre leaves the Kennel and goes to look for Saul
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Tippy raises his magical protections just before the other two move in. Trieste pulls a knife out from beneath her pillow and makes a threatening move with it, hoping to distract Tippy while Lorzo rushes in.
Lorzo closes with the halfling cleric, and he reaches out to try to take Tippello's starknife away.