Kurth orders and empty another mug of ale and whipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
Grumbling he moves over to a new table and places 3 gold pieces. His fists is clenching and unclenching in anticipation.
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Blinded, Eroril drops slowly to the ground.
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Without giving the situation many thoughts Kurth rise and charge the nearest thug/woman/wizard with his earth breaker
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Kozaric draws his bow and takes aim at the man in wizard robes.
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Irongleg moves toward the closest ruffian and attempts to punch him directly in the face.
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Having been blinded by the spell, Cavan tries to hide beneath a table near him.
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Ironleg grunts loudly as he is struck by his opponent and then hit by a magick from the woman. He does his best to respond, striking out at the man.
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Still blinded, Eroril remains crouched waiting for the condition to clear.
With the release of his arrow, the reality that surrounds Kozaric has ceased. His mind has released itself of the distractions around him; he does not hear the screams nor see the movement of the people near him, the passage of time ceases. Like a rushing river carrying him along, his body moves with out thought. Kozaric has entered Mushin no shin, he has become one with the bow.
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Still blinded by the magical fireworks display, Cavan remains in his hiding place trying to regain his vision.
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If he can get to her Kurth will attack the woman. If not, then another thug will do.
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With arrow drawn, Kozaric advances through the crowd towards the man trying to pull the arrow out of himself. “Surrender and live wizard!”
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Eroril gives the hand suddenly clenching his a comforting squeeze. "Don't worry m'lady. From the sounds I'm hearing, it seems not everyone has heeded the advice to not resist. I may not be able to see, but if any of those hooligans come our way, they will taste the edge of my warhammer. Just stay close to me."
Eroril remains in his position straining to discern how the battle is going.
Ironleg shakes loose the foginess from the spell he was hit with, and returns to mostly normal. He again attempts to strike the thug in front of him.
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Cavan continues to hide.
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Finally getting the upper hand, Irongleg tries one more kick against his opponent.
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“ On your face wizard. “ Kozaric pulls the wizards arms behind his back and ties his wrist together with a spare bow string from his pouch. He then stands with a disgusted frown and begins shaking his head at the wizard. “And on a school night too.”
As Eroril's vision clears he sees the source of the female voice looking up at him. "See, it seems that Saul's security has gained the upper hand. Order will be restored shortly." Eroril carefully begins to rise and helps the woman to her feet. He stands up to his full 49" height, bows, and says, "I am Eroril Bazbek, at your service. Are you ok, m'lady?"
If more thugs are left standing Kurth will attack them.
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Breathing hard Kurth look around him for his next target. Sensing movement behind him he whirls around and grab a would be attacker at his collar and fist his hand, ready to hit him, when he realize that he was just a frightened customer. He lower him to the ground and straightens his jacket, before joining the other complaining customers.
Cavan stands rubbing his eyes. He looks around as his vision clears. Across the room he sees that security has overcome the offending members of the failed heist. Having experienced enough action for his first evening in Riddleport, he heads towards the exit and out onto the street of Riddleport.
Kozaric pulls the bound man to his feet. “Oh yeah, well only a brute would come into this fine establishment, trying to steal from the good honest people of Riddleport, your under arrest mister and just like every other foaming, rabid psycho in this city with a foolproof plan, you've forgotten you're facing the single finest fighting force ever assembled.”
"You might want to round this one up, too," Ironleg says to Kozaric, after listening to him properly rebuke his prisoner. Ironleg was a little bit worse for wear, having taken a good shot, and his bell was still ringing a bit. He still wasn't ready yet, he knew. If he had been in the arena, he might not have made it out.
"You are most welcome Ms. Bowman, or, forgive me if I'm too presumptuous, Zesuni. I am very happy to be of service to such a beautiful damsel in distress." Eroril bows again. "What brought you to the Golden Goblin this exciting evening?"
"Well, I've never been one to pass on a drink." he says and follow the bouncer.
"It was definitely planned. Large crowd with money, inexperienced staff distracted by the opening night excitement. It's a prime opportunity to make a big score. I guess they over estimated the power of their blinding spell. But enough about them, they will receive their justice in due time. There is nothing better to settle the nerves than a stiff drink. May I buy you one? I want to hear more about you and your father. In what type of goods does he generally trade?"
If Zesuni accepts his offer, he guides her to the bar and buys drinks for both of them. Otherwise he heads to the bar by himself.
"Thank you Mr. Feldin,just doing my job, Mr. Vankaskerkin hired me to keep people from cheating The Gold Goblin, and well I guess this is the biggest cheater of the night.”
Kozaric pushes the wounded man face first into the wall, pinning him as he begins searching his body. “Mister they are gonna put you where your kind always ends up - in a seven by seven foot grey-green metal cage in the third floor of some three hundred-year-old dungeon, with damp, stinking walls and a wooden plank for a bed. Now I am going to confiscate your valuables as restitution for this fine establishment, and maybe you will learn a valuable lesson from this, you try to break the law around here, we break you.”
Cavan smiles and regains his composure when approached by the succubus. He smiles and says, "Only if you let me buy."
After collecting the wizards items and handing them to Mr. Feldin, he leads the injured man to one of the bouncers. "Turn this scumbag over to the gendarmes when they get here."
He then turns and walks over to the body of the woman he shot. He slowly reaches down to check for signs of life.
Ironleg searches his thug, making sure that all his possessions were consficated. After doing so, he finds his pack and pulls out his cord of hemp rope. He uses that to tie up the ruffian. "I'll need that back," he reminds the gendarme when they arrive.
"Unfortunately, your father's dwarf smith is more the norm among dwarfs than I. We barely get along between clans, much less with other people. Most dwarfs, such as the dwarfs that work in the gas forge, are content with working with ore and minerals, crafting goods and weapons. I, on the other hand, am more interesting in discovering knowledge and lore wherever it may be. I have found in my travels that knowledge comes easier when I embrace those that enter my life, however briefly, rather than drive them away. But, I prattle on too much about myself. What about you, Zesuni? Have you lived in Riddleport all of your life?"
Ironleg collects the leather armor, the weapons and the 8 gold pieces. He places them in a conspicuous spot so that he could take them to his boss when the group was to meet with him. "Is everyone okay?' he asks, realizing that since the fight he had been mostly lost in his own thoughts.
Kozaric steps away from the woman’s body, sadly shaking his head. “Well I guess she gambled everything and the house won.” He then turns and walks strait to the bar.
Pointing at Kurth, he addresses the bartender. ” Give me one of what ever he is having.”
"Excuse me for a moment m'lday." Eroril turns away from Zesuni and addresses Ironleg and Kozaric. "I'm afraid I was blinded by that wizard's spell but, from what I gather afterward, you were very instrumental in putting down this treacherous act. Were either of you injured? If so, may I offer some healing as a thank you for your heroic deeds."
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"In the meantime, please accept this drink."
"With pleasure." he answer and lean back to a relaxed position.
While he is waiting he will strike up a conversation with the bar man about what he knows about Vankaskerkin comparing to what he know himself.
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