[14:09] <@Anastasia> ---------
[14:10] <@Anastasia> Your failed pickpocketing thief is dragged back in! Through the kitchen of the inn, past barrels of ale and simmering roasts over fires! He stumbles forward with a passion, not even hiding the visible note of his fear. "Sorry, ma'am," The townsgard nods to a broad middle aged woman in there, dirty apron as she cooks. "He's won't be making noise outside again."
[14:11] * @Saul walks through the inn, shaking his head. "For your trouble," he adds, flipping a silver coin on a table near the woman.
[14:13] <@Anastasia> OOC - Remember to deduct a Tankard, Saul.
[14:13] <@Saul> OOC - Okay. I haven't been keeping track of that, sorry. >_>
[14:14] <@Saul> OOC - I'll update the loot thread, too.
[14:18] <@Anastasia> Scooping up the coin before she replies and wiping it on that apron, surely making that silver dirtier rather than cleaner, "Thanks, milord," she inclines her head deeply, smiling a little bit.
[14:19] <@Anastasia> "C'mon." The lad is clean cut and doesn't reek of stale ale. A step up already, to be honest. His chain looks polished and his sword oiled, dragging the man with a familiar ease on.
[14:19] <@Saul> It's nice to be given his due, reflects Saul, giving her a short bow as he follows after the guardsman. "What's the standing penalty for pickpocketing?" he asks the knight, mostly out of curiosity.
[14:22] <@Anastasia> Out into the taproom you go! Burly and greasy men linger here, scantly clad serving wenches going about! A single fire roars ona wall, a stairway to the second floor. The smell of meat, foul bodies and ale permeats this place, the twenty or so residents glancing but not too long. Generally nasty types, the sort to make your skin feel greasy just being close to them. "I'll show you when we get upstairs."
[14:24] <@Saul> "Should we not be taking him to the guardhouse?" frowns Saul, noting his surroundings with some displeasure.
[14:25] <@Anastasia> Dragging the scared man along with one hand, "It will be dealt with above." So the residents move aside as he goes to the stairs, rickety wooden steps that creak with age.
[14:27] <@Saul> "A tavern isn't a place for justice to be carried out," says Saul, keeping his wits about him, and giving the knight another once-over. "Especially not in a city such as this."
[14:28] <@Anastasia> OOC - Wisdom check +7, Saul. (A bastardization of something else, but I lack the chart for it handy.)
[14:28] <@Saul> roll 1d20+7
[14:28] * Saul sets mode: +o Serith
[14:28] <@Saul> roll 1d20+7
[14:28] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Saul : [ 1d20=9 ]{16}
[14:28] <@Saul> OOC: Pass by 1.
[14:30] <@Saul> OOC: I mean 2.
[14:30] <@Saul> OOC: Forgot I had 18, not 17.
[14:32] <@Saul> "In fact, I'm going to have to insist we take him to the guardshouse," adds Saul, frowning as he gives the ground a brief glance. "Surely you can't have a problem with that..."
[14:34] <@Anastasia> "No. Sir, the procedure is that we all go upstairs. Now if you come this way?" He sounds quite reasonable, the people around you shifting. Perhaps by chance a couple of them rise, one finishing a cup of ale and wiping it off his scraggy red beard. One has a heavy mace and the other has an old quarterstaff nearby.
[14:40] <@Saul> What a blunder. Saul starts wishing Darius was still around.. but no matter. He surrepitiously pulls out a small, glowing rod, eyeing the tavern surroundings. "I think I'd rather stay here.. but I'm sure you would, too," he replies, tracing a swirling, hypnotic pattern in the room...
[14:41] <@Anastasia> OOC - I'm going to assume a save of sixteen. First two are the door guys, third and forth are the rising ones. Rest are the others. I'll save for the guard and the pickpocket seperately. Save of 16 for the crowd, is there a mod on the spell, Rat?
[14:42] <@Saul> OOC - No. First level fighters have saves of 19, first level rogues have a save of 15, if it matters.
[14:42] <@Saul> OOC: Can stop up to 24HD worth of dudes.
[14:42] <@Anastasia> OOC: The in that case I'll wait for the PHB. BRB.
[15:00] <@Anastasia> roll 2#d20 (Doormen!(
[15:00] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=9 ]{9}, [ 1d20=19 ]{19}
[15:00] <@Anastasia> roll 2#d20 (Standing men!)
[15:00] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=5 ]{5}, [ 1d20=10 ]{10}
[15:01] <@Anastasia> roll 8#d20 (Batch 1 of the others)
[15:01] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=2 ]{2}, [ 1d20=3 ]{3}, [ 1d20=12 ]{12}, [ 1d20=5 ]{5}, [ 1d20=17 ]{17}, [ 1d20=9 ]{9}, [ 1d20=14 ]{14}, [ 1d20=20 ]{20}
[15:01] <@Anastasia> roll 8#d20 (Batch 2 of the others)
[15:01] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=15 ]{15}, [ 1d20=5 ]{5}, [ 1d20=18 ]{18}, [ 1d20=14 ]{14}, [ 1d20=14 ]{14}, [ 1d20=10 ]{10}, [ 1d20=9 ]{9}, [ 1d20=9 ]{9}
[15:02] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20 (Guardsman)
[15:02] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=8 ]{8}
[15:02] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20 (Pickpocket)
[15:02] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=17 ]{17}
[15:05] <@Anastasia> A swirling mass of colors springs into life! The mundane becomes magical as a vast pattern is formed! Many eyes go to this, the room going quiet as many stare! Most but not all - one of the standing men - the one with the mace - blinks and looks to you sharply, while one of the other miscellania goons shakes it off and rises, pulling out a dagger! The pickpocket also looks away at the floor! "Aye! Wake up, ya louts!" The man at the table c
[15:05] <@Anastasia> "Aye! Wake up, ya louts!" The man at the table calls, hefting his mace. "Got a live sonuvabitch!" OOC - Initiative.
[15:05] <@Saul> OOC - I'm leaving now~
[15:05] <@Saul> roll 1d10
[15:05] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Saul : [ 1d10=5 ]{5}
[15:05] <@Anastasia> roll 1d10 mace guy
[15:05] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d10=3 ]{3}
[15:05] <@Anastasia> roll 1d10 dagger guy!
[15:05] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d10=4 ]{4}
[15:06] <@Anastasia> roll 1d10 pickpocket!
[15:06] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d10=2 ]{2}
[15:08] <@Anastasia> Pickpocket(2)Saul(5, running!)>Dagger guy(6)Mace guy(10)
[15:10] <@Anastasia> As Saul traces magical lines into the air, the pickpocket suddenly hisses! His fear and simpering submission mostly vanishes as he turns, throwing himself at Saul in a stinky tackle!
[15:10] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[15:10] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=4 ]{4}
[15:11] <@Anastasia> But fortune is with Saul! The tackle misses and slams into an old table instead!
[15:12] <@Saul> Saul drops his glowstick (easily replacable), leaving scintillating colours strobing through the air! Stepping out the way of the tackle, he bolts for the front door, swearing vile oaths under his breath as he runs!
[15:12] <@Anastasia> As Saul begins to run, the daggerman is far too fast! To Saul's retreat he acts quickly - taking his dagger and tossing it as a pointy projectile at the priest of Waukeen!
[15:12] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[15:12] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=7 ]{7}
[15:14] <@Anastasia> But again his Goddess is watching out for him! It makes a soft THINKCLK as it embeds in a wall, missing Saul's too vulnerable flesh! Bolting on is Saul, as the burly mace wielder advances! He gets to where the pattern was as Saul reaches the door...and in a moment of thought, hurtles his vast weapon in amoment of pure abandon!
[15:14] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[15:14] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=19 ]{19}
[15:15] <@Anastasia> OOC - As t his is purely a blunt smashing weapon, I'm going to rule it does full damage potential here.
[15:15] <@Anastasia> roll 1d6+1
[15:15] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d6=6 ]{7}
[15:16] <@Saul> OOC: 17/24 HP left. Ow.
[15:17] <@Anastasia> THWACK! Saul's head is roundly thumped by the mace, sending his world into a loopy swirl of colors, and he isn't even caught in his own spell! A trickle of blood warms the back of his neck from his head, running stunned from utter pain spreading out! OOC - Initiative, I'm going to rule that the mace shot slowed you enough for another round.
[15:18] <@Saul> "@%!%!" says Saul, reeling in pain, almost getting laid out across the floor! Picking himself up, he keeps heading towards the door, swearing that he'll pay back each and every thug in this tavern!
[15:18] <@Saul> roll 1d10
[15:18] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Saul : [ 1d10=6 ]{6}
[15:19] <@Anastasia> roll 1d10 pickpocket
[15:19] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d10=5 ]{5}
[15:19] <@Anastasia> roll 1d10 macethrower!
[15:19] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d10=10 ]{10}
[15:19] <@Anastasia> roll 1d10 knifethrower!
[15:19] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d10=7 ]{7}
[15:20] <@Anastasia> Pickpocket(5), Saul(6), Knife(7), EVILMACEGUY(10).
[15:21] <@Anastasia> Swearing oaths out that would shame any fair Goddess that heard them, your pickpocketing 'friend' reapproaches, catching up. "Fuckin' bastard," he growls, "Fuckin' freak and a demon friend!" With this swear another tackle is launched at Saul!
[15:21] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[15:21] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=20 ]{20}
[15:23] * @Midnight (~danchou@adsl-18-20-41.mco.bellsouth.net) Quit (Ping timeout)
[15:23] <@Anastasia> Like a bolt from the foulest pit of the Abyss or any given pit of the unwashed denizens herein! Grappling with you, a massive bearhug is established! Pain springs out in Saul's back in a crushing, sure grasp, coupled with the smell of his urine! (4 damage and you're held. Go, Saul.)
[15:24] <@Saul> Saul isn't taking this lying down! How dare this thug ruin his valuable clothing! Twisting his back, Saul tries to flip the thug over his shoulder!
[15:24] <@Saul> roll 1d20
[15:24] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Saul : [ 1d20=16 ]{16}
[15:25] <@Saul> roll 1d3
[15:25] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Saul : [ 1d3=2 ]{2}
[15:27] <@Anastasia> CRACK! A correctly executed headbut gets a good trickle of blood going from the nose of your hugger, slackening his grasp! OOC - Str check at -5 to escape.
[15:28] <@Saul> roll 1d20-5
[15:28] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Saul : [ 1d20=12 ]{7}
[15:28] <@Saul> OOC - pass.
[15:28] <@Anastasia> Prying loose, Saul gets FREEDOM! Freedom from being hugged, just as the knife throwing goon closes in! He doesn't go for grappling, instead aiming a vicious punch at Saul!
[15:28] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[15:28] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=10 ]{10}
[15:29] <@Anastasia> But it's a whiff! It sails just past Saul's head instead as he gets his wits about! That maceman is just coming on him as well, but the door is close, too!
[15:29] <@Anastasia> OOC- Scratch.
[15:30] <@Anastasia> roll 1d100
[15:30] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d100=61 ]{61}
[15:30] <@Anastasia> Ow! It's a glancing blow to the side of Saul's face, just enough to bruise it lightly! (1 damage. Fear.) As this happens Saul sees the door is close, as is that nasty maceman approaching as well, fast!
[15:31] * @Saul spits as he lurches towards the door, newfound wounds aching! Bastard thugs...
[15:31] <@Anastasia> As this happens, Saul's hand reaching out, the maceman dives for him outright!
[15:31] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[15:31] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=10 ]{10}
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[15:32] * ChanServ sets mode: +ao Midnight Midnight
[15:34] <@Anastasia> KerSLAM! Right into Saul's ribs is a massive elbow shot! It winds the poor Cleric, surely cracking a rib! (3 damage.) OOC - Initiative. If you ten...ow.
[15:34] <@Anastasia> As this happens the various unmoving residents begin to blink and stir, noise resuming in earnest!
[15:34] <@Saul> roll 1d10
[15:34] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Saul : [ 1d10=9 ]{9}
[15:34] <@Anastasia> roll 1d10 pickpocket
[15:34] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d10=9 ]{9}
[15:34] <@Anastasia> roll 1d10 knife
[15:34] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d10=6 ]{6}
[15:34] <@Anastasia> roll 1d10 mace
[15:34] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d10=1 ]{1}
[15:35] <@Anastasia> roll 1d10+5 due to reaction lull, general reference for crowd
[15:35] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d10=5 ]{10}
[15:36] <@Anastasia> Mace guy, knife, Saul=pickpocket. Ow.
[15:37] <@Anastasia> "Get the cocksocker!" The maceman growls in a nearly feral tone, cursing brightly as he goes in close to the poor cleric!
[15:37] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[15:37] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=6 ]{6}
[15:38] <@Anastasia> But it's a miss, thank Waukeen! The other one comes at you right after, trying to drive into you, hold you and slam you into the door!
[15:38] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[15:38] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=6 ]{6}
[15:38] <@Anastasia> But by a miracle Saul hops out of the way of this one as well! Even as his body aches he narrowly avoids danger!
[15:38] <@Saul> Close to the door already, Saul practically falls towards it, trying to reach the relative safety of the street!
[15:39] <@Anastasia> As this happens, the door knob grabbed, the pickpocket outright kicks at Saul!
[15:39] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[15:39] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=16 ]{16}
[15:40] <@Anastasia> roll 1d100
[15:40] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d100=74 ]{74}
[15:41] <@Anastasia> roll 1d3
[15:41] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d3=3 ]{3}
[15:41] <@Anastasia> Right in the ribs is how Saul catches it again, as agony burns in his body and the goons behind are making noise...but he opens the door wide despite this!
[15:43] * @Saul stumbles through the door, fury mingled with pain across his face! But at least safety is near!
[15:44] <@Anastasia> The sunlight shines down as you see the busy street ahead - albiet a parting one, as a noble beast rider rides back out! People gawk at the tiger openly, murmurs of a mostly unkind sort coming, fear as well! Fresh air, too!
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[15:45] * ChanServ sets mode: +o Darius
[15:45] * @Saul glances back over his shoulder at the tavern, throwing a few vile oaths their way, in langauges they probably can't understand- but there's a palable, tangible feeling of hate behind them.
[15:46] * @Darius looks at Saul.
[15:46] <@Darius> "What the hells happened to you?"
[15:46] <@Anastasia> You get glares right back, inviting cat calls and even a small stick of wood thrown out in return!
[15:46] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[15:46] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=17 ]{17}
[15:47] <@Anastasia> roll 1d4
[15:47] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d4=2 ]{2}
[15:47] <@Anastasia> CLUNK! The stick thwaps Saul's face openly, drawing a cut on his cheek and another shiner too!
[15:47] <@Darius> "'EY! THE HELLS DO YOU THINK YER DOIN?!"
[15:47] <@Saul> "%#^@$&!" swears Saul, stumbling out the way of the door, casting healing spells upon himself!
[15:47] * @Darius moves in front of Saul, blocking the door way and sliding off Serith.
[15:49] <@Saul> roll 1d8
[15:49] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Saul : [ 1d8=2 ]{2}
[15:50] * @Darius slams his boot into the door of the tavern, kicking it wide open and striding in with a snarl on his face and a growl in his throat.
[15:50] <@Darius> "You brawl with my friends, you brawl with *me.* Who's goin' down first?"
[15:51] <@Anastasia> You see about a score of nasty, grungy men staring defiance back at Darius! They don't look intiadated, as a large one picks up a mace near the door. "Mother fuckin' bastards! Take 'im down, live prey!" As this happens Saul's body mends, flesh recovering - just a little.
[15:51] <@Anastasia> Serith stands just behind Darius, growling loudly and going into a pouncing crouch. Now THAT gives a few pause, eyes going as much to her as they go to Darius.
[15:52] * @Saul snarls and casts another spell, hoping to fix himself up a little better!
[15:52] <@Saul> roll 1d8
[15:52] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Saul : [ 1d8=4 ]{4}
[15:52] * @Darius roars as he cocks a fist back and charges into the group, swingin home at the nearest person.
[15:53] <@Anastasia> OOC - THACO, Iddy.
[15:54] <@Darius> roll d20
[15:54] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Darius : [ 1d20=18 ]{18}
[15:56] <@Anastasia> roll 1d100
[15:56] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d100=61 ]{61}
[15:56] <@Darius> roll d100
[15:56] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Darius : [ 1d100=82 ]{82}
[15:57] <@Anastasia> A solid blow, rocking his dirty face and sending him reeling back! As this happens Serith roars and leaps into battle, tackling the nearest man - a familiar man, the pickpocket from before!
[15:57] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[15:57] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=16 ]{16}
[15:58] <@Darius> roll d20+1 for pounce
[15:58] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Darius : [ 1d20=5 ]{6}
[16:00] <@Darius> roll d20+1 for pounce
[16:00] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Darius : [ 1d20=9 ]{10}
[16:02] <@Darius> roll d8+3
[16:02] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Darius : [ 1d8=3 ]{6}
[16:02] <@Anastasia> Serith cleanly takes him down! It's a massive thump as she lands on him, growling in his face for the second time today, then roaring out at all! OOC - I'm going to rule this pack needs a morale check in light of this. They're a functioning group that has practice however, so I'll assign them a Morale of 12.
[16:03] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[16:03] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=17 ]{17}
[16:04] <@Anastasia> At this many of the men freeze up outright! The ones in the back break and run, many others stepping back, in mid weapon draw or heft, a plethoria of nasty, smashy, stabby things almost ready! (6 run, fyi.)
[16:05] * @Saul glances into the room, pulling out a straight iron bar from his pocket, as he starts casting yet another spell, this time, one of outright freezing!
[16:05] <@Darius> roll d10+3 for initiative
[16:05] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Darius : [ 1d10=6 ]{9}
[16:05] <@Anastasia> Behind the action the streetgoers are staring, some loud murmuring and even a few yells! "Get the guard! Fight! BRAWL!" So several call, from fat merchants to slender youths in dirty rags!
[16:05] <@Saul> roll 1d10+5
[16:05] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Saul : [ 1d10=2 ]{7}
[16:06] <@Anastasia> roll 1d10+4 mob
[16:06] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d10=8 ]{12}
[16:06] <@Anastasia> OOC - Saul, Darius/Serith, mob. Go!
[16:07] * @Saul flings the iron bar into the mob, hoping to freeze those who did him the most ill!
[16:07] <@Saul> roll 1d4
[16:07] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Saul : [ 1d4=2 ]{2}
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[16:13] <@Anastasia> roll 2#d20
[16:13] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=6 ]{6}, [ 1d20=11 ]{11}
[16:14] <@Anastasia> As Darius brawls and some break to flee, the two targetted go rigid and unmoving, as if seized by an invisible hand! OOC - Go, Darius.
[16:15] * @Serith lets out a roar as she turns to the nearest brawler to her and lunges at him, claws extended and kicking at the man she's sitting on as she leaps!
[16:15] <@Darius> roll d20+1 for Claw1
[16:15] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Darius : [ 1d20=9 ]{10}
[16:15] <@Darius> roll d20+1 for Claw2
[16:15] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Darius : [ 1d20=5 ]{6}
[16:21] <@Darius> roll d4+2 for Claw1
[16:21] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Darius : [ 1d4=2 ]{4}
[16:21] <@Anastasia> While the back claw misses, the first one connects! A bloody gash is scored on one of the nameless goons, as more shouts come from outside! OOC - I'm going to assign 3 attacks against Iddy and 1 against Serith, and another morale check after that.
[16:21] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[16:21] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[16:21] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[16:21] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=3 ]{3}
[16:21] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=9 ]{9}
[16:21] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=13 ]{13}
[16:22] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[16:22] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=1 ]{1}
[16:23] <@Anastasia> A daggeris throw and a chair is swung among other things, but nothings connects with either warrior!
[16:23] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[16:23] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=20 ]{20}
[16:24] <@Anastasia> This time most of the others break and run! Besides the pouced one still on the floor and the two held ones, everyone breaks and runs in utter terror. "For'get this! Get the hell outta here! Back to Botar, you idiots!"
[16:25] <@Anastasia> So one of them calls, as the sprint back, squeezing through the back door as fast as they can!
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[16:27] * ChanServ sets mode: +ao Merc Merc
[16:27] * @Darius raises his fist and shakes at it at those fleeing!
[16:28] <@Darius> "THAT'S RIGHT, YOU SONS OF MOTHERLESS WHORES! RUN LIKE THE COWARDS YOU ARE!"
[16:28] * @Saul leans on his staff outside, waiting for Darius to come back, suddenly tired beyond measure.
[16:29] * @Darius charges over to the back door and steps out, staying in the door way, but yelling at the fleeing men.
[16:29] <@Anastasia> Yet two are still held, rigid as Darius goes past them! In here is a now empty kitchen, roasts roasting over open fire and barrels of ale about. But they're already gone, melting into the alley!
[16:30] <@Darius> "I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS, IF I SEE ANY OF YOU AGAIN, YOU'LL BE WISHING FOR SERITH'S CLAWS, YOU SONS OF BITCHES!"
[16:30] <@Anastasia> Meanwhile, "What in the...call reinforcements," A helmeted, clanking guardsman, clad in bright red, steps up to Saul. "Sir, what happened?" He cluches his spear as two men are behind him, one breaking into ar una nd off.
[16:30] * @Darius heaves a few breaths, short on air after yelling and stalks back into the tavern with heavy footfalls, up to Saul.
[16:32] <@Saul> "I will explain everything.. in a moment," he rasps, glancing at Darius. "Suffice to say that property was stolen from me, and in the process of retreiving it..."
[16:32] <@Darius> "Damn Abyss cursed bastards.."
[16:32] * @Darius grumbles to himself, still slightly heaving for breath and clenching one fist, still simmering in anger.
[16:34] <@Anastasia> Serith paces the two still paralysed, sniffing them. As this happens, "Aye. Stand aside while we procure order." So the guardsman instructs, spear down and ready as the two of them approach into the tavern!
[16:36] * @Darius crosses his arms over his chest and watches the guards with a slight glare, but stands out of their way.
[16:36] * @Saul stands aside. "There is another.. guardsman in there, guilty of assisting the one who stole from me. If you do not believe me.. well, concealed weapons are forbidden by the garrison, correct? Check his left boot."
[16:40] <@Anastasia> Going in and eyeing Darius and his tiger, both guardsman pause. "Away, beast," one warns defensively, "Lie down, now!" The second gestures at Darius with his spear, as he looks oddly to the two paralysed men.
[16:41] * @Darius growls at the man.
[16:41] <@Darius> "Don't threaten her. If you want something, you can ask."
[16:41] <@Anastasia> roll 1d20
[16:41] * @Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Anastasia : [ 1d20=5 ]{5}
[16:42] <@Anastasia> "Look. You can do it now or you can practice it in a cell for 60 nights." Gesturing again with his spear, his voice is calm and brave now! "You two, too!" He adds, glaring at the spellbound duo!
[16:42] <@Saul> "They've been held in place," says Saul. "And as for Darius here.. he helped me recover what was mine. He's committed no crime, and you've no reason to lock him for one night or for sixty."
[16:43] * @Darius snorts at the guard.
[16:43] <@Saul> "It's true that he could make it easier on himself, though," he adds, sharply.
[16:43] <@Anastasia> Serith lies at those words, unusually intelligent eyes keeping a bead on the guardsmen.
[16:44] <@Anastasia> "Just do it. Last chance before you're going to be taken in for a public disturbance." Grunting as you hear noises behind you, running and jangling men coming, "Now."
[16:45] * @Saul sighs. "I'll clear it up," he whispers to Darius, shaking his head. "Sorry."
[16:46] * @Darius drops down to his knees before mumbling to Saul as he lays down on his back, folding his hands behind his back.
[16:46] <@Darius> "There'd be nothin' ta clear up if the guards were doin' their jobs instead of leading people inta fights."
[16:47] <@Anastasia> AS four more guardsman rush up, "Good. Men!" He turns to the guards assembled, "Take the..." Eyeing Saul a moment, "Man here, and take the man and tiger along as well. As long as they cooperate, they can walk freely. Three guards on each." Commanding, "Once more get here, we're searching this building top to bottom!
[16:49] * @Saul sighs. So much for returning to Paxburg. Saul knew there were reasons he'd wanted to take a trip away...
[16:53] <@Anastasia> Some time later...
[16:55] <@Anastasia> Saul is lucky. A chair, even a wooden one is welcome. Moreso is a tired guard captain patching you up, slapping on some bandages to salve your injuries. (1 HP back, Saul.) "So. To recap," The guard that first arrived listened well, and now, "You were taken in by a bunch of theives and a scam?"
[16:55] <@Saul> "That's right," replies Saul. "I realised my situation when surrounded by their ilk, and had to resort to desperate measures to escape."
[16:57] <@Anastasia> "It checks out. The 'guardsman' who took you in has been...coopertive." A slight smile there, this sunless room going a degree cooler. "You are of Waukeen?"
[16:59] <@Saul> "That's correct. Me and my companions have just returned to the city today," replies Saul. "You may know one- a Sir Gavin, I believe, would have checked it at the chapter house this morning."
[17:00] <@Anastasia> "A knight?" This question is asked right back, thoughtful. "Hm. We'll check that out, but for the moment, you and the elf appear to be innocent." Standing and gesturing for you to rise, "We'll allow you to take him out with you. Albiet with a warning - keep a good leash on that beast of his. Claw marks are distinctive."
[17:03] <@Saul> "I'll have a word with him- he's not from around here, as you might have guessed," replies Saul, nodding.
[17:03] <@Anastasia> "Yes. Now go...and..." He pauses just a moment, but shakes his head. "Go. You'll find your friend and beast waiting for you outside.":
[17:05] <@Saul> "Ah, yes. One thing," sayS Saul, as he rises. "In light of these... events, I do believe I am willing to offer my services to the garrison, whilst I am still here," says Saul, glancing at the guardsman. "At least, in the name of hunting thieves and pickpockets. The scourge of coin, they are, and it would please my Goddess for me to do so... and for my own satisfaction."
[17:06] <@Anastasia> "Duly noted." Considering that a moment more, "Hmph. Then, as a measure of your trust?" Going to a bureau on the side of this gloomy, stony walled room, a heavy pouch is taken out. "200 Griffons." Handed to you, "Due to a Priest of Waukeen named Chimar for services rended today, of the magical sort. He's expecting it, and we'll check up on it.
[17:07] <@Saul> "Certainly. I'll drop it off to him before I turn in for the night," replies Saul, carefully putting the pouch in the deepest pocket of his pack. "Call at the temple if you require me... I am skilled in arcane, as well as divine arts, and I am sure I can be of use... but, for now, farewell."
[17:08] * @Merc (Merc@cpe-68-203-166-225.houston.res.rr.com) Quit
[17:09] <@Anastasia> "Fare you well." With that Saul is dimissed out! Outside of the garrison is a heavy gated yard, and just inside of the gate - there is Darius and Serith! Alive and unharmed, ready to flee and go!
[17:10] * @Darius grunts and nods to Saul as he comes towards him.
[17:10] <@Darius> "How'd it go?"
[17:10] * @Saul walks purposefully towards the gate, raising a hand to Saul. "We're free to go," he says, nodding. "I have something I need to drop off at the temple of Waukeen, and then I'll head along to the Broken Bow. Feel like coming with me?"
[17:11] <@Saul> *Darius
[17:12] <@Darius> "Aye, I'll go with you. Someone needs to save your ass from the fight you're bound to get in on the way there."
[17:12] * @Darius smirks at Saul.
[17:13] <@Darius> "And here I thought the big, uncultured brute that I am was supposed to get inta bar fights. We might just get you inta the tribe after all."
[17:13] <@Saul> "It's hardly my fault," replies Saul, rolling his eyes. "You know, this is the first time since we left Paxburg that I've had to actually heal myself."
[17:14] <@Saul> "That's the last thing I need,
[17:14] <@Saul> "That's the last thing I need!" replies Saul, in mock horror. "Surrounded by Darius, and those like Darius, for days on end? It's enough trouble maintaining my composure with one, let alone several dozen."
[17:15] <@Darius> "Pft. At least then you'd always have someone ta pull your ass outta trouble. Who else better ta inta bar fights with?"
[17:17] <@Saul> "Elaine," replies Saul, nodding. "She'd have the lot of them eating out her hand by the time she's finished, I'm sure."
[17:18] <@Darius> "Bah! That's yer problem. Ya get yerself inta perfectly good fun and try ta be peaceful about it. Friggin' elves. Might as well be housewives, the lot of ya."
[17:20] <@Saul> "You think that's fun? Maybe, if that place didn't *stink*," swears Saul. "But if you're the sort to enjoy a mace to the head every now and then, don't come crying to me to fix you up afterwards! Damn.. you're half-elf yourself, you know."
[17:22] <@Darius> "Yeah, but I was lucky enough ta get it beat outta me at a young age. I suppose you ain't so bad.. Got potential at least.."
[17:22] <@Darius> "I figure if we can get you in a couple more scrapes, you'll round out yet."
[17:22] * @Darius claps Saul on the should, full force.
[17:23] <@Saul> "If ten years living in a dwarven mountain homestead can't 'beat the elf out of me', I don't think anything you canARH! do will fix it," replies Saul, snorting.
[17:23] * @Saul stumbles forward at the slap. "Please! I'm still barely half-alive!"
[17:24] <@Darius> "Dwarves, smwarves. Like ya said, I'm still half elf, so I'll have a better chance of gettin' you a proper roughness better'n they did."
[17:26] <@Saul> "Uh-huh. Say that again when you actually drink me under the table," replies Saul, smirking. "I believe a drinking contest is a suitable contest of, ah, 'roughness', is it? No problems, there."