DrK's Fantasy Black Crusade IC

[DrK]

Chaos in the Old world


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The streets of Talagaad are packed. Filthy refugees clustered under the eaves of the houses as they are whipped out of the way by the merchants pushing through the dirty streets of the Jakes. The rain pours down in the autumn grey skies as smoke and the sounds of badly sung music leak out of the solid wooden frames of the Hammer of Sigmar. A drab inn in the scummier part of town where many of you have been sent recently to do the bidding of your masters. As the evening draws slowly in you await with some trepidation the arrival of a senior member of the gang you've been associated with....

[ArcturusV]

I hate this place.

It was a word she was using a lot lately, Hate. She never knew how much she could hate things until her world had changed. Oh sure, she thought she hated the misery of Silvania... but somehow even that life seemed a dull, distant roar compared to the hatreds she was feeling lately. The hate she felt when some smug merchant was waved through her patrol area flashed her a cocky, self assured smile. The hate she felt when someone escaped her patrols and went to hide somewhere in the wooded banks of the Talabec River. And here she was, in a den of filth, criminals and con men that she should have put to the flame if given half the chance. Oh and she would relish seeing this place, this entire neighborhood put to the flame. She would eagerly man the quarantine blockade if it came to pass, utterly destroying any of the little human rats that tried to scurry away from their end.

And these thoughts built up a clear "**** off and die" tension to Rosebella as she sat in the Hammer of Sigmar. There was no hiding that rage that was simmering underneath. They way her hand never was too far from the club she kept on her belt, the tension in her shoulders and neck, the clench of her jaw, and the whites of her knuckles as she curled her hands into tight fists. Someone would have to be pretty brave, or pretty stupid, to mess with her and the clear body language of just looking for an excuse to rip someone's head off... maybe even literally.

There was just one thing that stopped her from doing it. It wasn't the fact that if she did cause trouble here she might get swarmed with numbers. In the Riverwardens you were used to the idea of long odds after all, and she was sure most of the cowards wouldn't want anything to do with her, taking a chance to run rather than fight. No. It wasn't that. It was all her sister.

... she loved her, that was true. One of the few things she did love. And she knew she was stuck here because of her. Not that she resented her for it. Merely the rage from the twist of fate that meant her sister would die for a pointless, stupid reason. A mutant, nothing she really did, other than defend herself. But someone would put her to flame nonetheless for it.

So she needed money. More money than her paltry job as the defender of Truth, Justice, and the Imperial Way on the Waterways would ever get her. Money was a universal power, deeper than magic, deeper than a strong swordarm, even Rosebella knew it. Those who had money could rewrite the rules, become Nobles by the shine of their Karls, more or less. She was a big foggy on the details but those with the shine of gold in their pocket did certainly seem to live in a completely different world from her.

Money. And that's why she was here. She had no real loyalty to the criminals she was contacting. Sure some people in the Riverwardens vouched for them, and she trusted those men and women as you had to trust anyone who fought, bled, and killed alongside you... but that didn't mean that trust extended to these people.

These were the people that she ached to kill on the river, after all. Smugglers, cutthroats, pirates, one and all in her mind.

But despite their looks, they had money. And in the end, that's what mattered today.

Rosebella was here to pick up a payment and drop off some information. Another smuggler boat they had run aground (After properly executing and disposing of the body). She was told to meet someone here, drop off the information, get a response, and go back with the coin and information. Seemed simple enough. It was her turn to do it after all, rotating those who visited the Black Hand so no watchman or Veneran would notice the same person making regular and unusual trips.

It didn't mean she liked the visit. It didn't mean she was eager to get out of here, and back to the camaraderie and simple life with her fellow Riverwardens. Where was that man? How long was he going to keep her waiting?

I hate this place.

[cigaw]

Jamdak Urgrimson - Dwarf Troll Slayer (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19287354&postcount=2)

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Jamdak is tall for a dwarf, but still short and stocky compared to the average human. He has powerfully muscled arms and chest and his shoulders and chest are covered with old tattoos.

He shaved the sides of his head in the Slayer fashion but has been inconsistent in keeping it dyed orange. Both beard and hair show streaks of black.

His few possessions are well tended and his greataxe gleams with care.
Jamdak exits the sewers via a riverside access, out of sight of the streets and currently out of sight of any boats; with the vanishing daylight, any ships are either moored or well on their way. He checks once again that the book is secure in his bag and begins walking toward the meeting place. The drizzling rain begins to fall harder. Good, he thinks, that'll help take care of the sewer filth.

Heavy raindrops quickly soak his ragged cloak, but he tugs is closer trying to keep warm - no sense dying to a coughing disease. He trudges along the packed streets and finds he doesn't have to shoulder his way past people too much; the wary locals and tired refugees instinctively draw away from him. Maybe dwarfs are uncommon in Talagaad, but it most likely has to do with his dour look and the greataxe he carries propped on his right shoulder.

Making his way through the Jakes he finally finds the meeting place, The Hammer of Sigmar, a dingy wooden sign bearing a warhammer discolored from years of rain and rot swinging in the wind over a lit entrance. Warm air and bad music waft out of it.

The dwarf steps in and there's hardly a lull in the conversation. He certainly draws some stares, but this is a place filled with thugs and rakes and they all know to keep to their own business. He is prepared to deal with those who don't. He makes his way to the bar and orders an ale; he'll drink lightly tonight since there is business at hand. A wry smile finds its way to his lips as he thinks of what's to come. The man from the Black Hand had said he would be compensated for his efforts. More importantly, he said his efforts were greatly appreciated by those higher up in the brotherhood. It felt good to be wanted.

So now he leans back, facing the crowd, feeling the alcohol warming him against the chill of the rain and eagerly anticipating how this new life will unfold.

[Raunchel]

Alexis von Lindenbach

Alexis feels ill at ease, this is no place for someone like her. She should be at the center of a grand hall, not in a disgusting place like this, filled with commoners. She is well aware of her appearance, she wears terrible clothes, not fit for someone like her, and a hood, she doesn't want her face to be seen. She wonders why she was called here. She has connections with gangs, mostly to ensure her own rise, and to let those who look down on her fall. Oh, she dreams of it every night. If only she would not suffer if she slit their throats in their sleep. Not that she had ever harmed anyone, but still, a girl could dream.

She tries to keep her distance, but then she notices something peculiar, a dwarf. Those are a rarity in this town, and this one looks like one of those slayers she was warned about. Definately someone to keep her distance from, especially when she notices the great axe.

The place is frightening, all these terrible, uncivilized people, it almost makes her sick.

[DrK]

Neither Rosabella or Alexis draw much notice amidst the crowds. The same cannot be said of Jamdak, the burly dwarf getting a wide berth from the rougher patrons and a few appraising glances from more criminal types. The lute playing slattern warbles on fir a few more minutes, enough time for you to finish a tankard of rough bitter before a rickety door obscured by the heavy wood smoke opens and rough looking man you've seen before - a midlander named Hans who is handy with spiked cudgel at his waist. He nods to you all and summons you through to the back room.

The backroom is almost as large as the taproom, although the pit of bloody sand in the corner is empty this evening as there are no dog, ferret or rooster fights planned. In the backroom flanked by a couple of rough looking toughs with chain coats and blades at their waist is a cloaked and shadowed figure. The glint of gold upon his fingers from the multiple rings. The toughs wave you to a stop as the figure speaks in a particular melodious voice. "You've all proven useful in recent months. I have a request for you. In Harfefahre there is a merchant who has fallen behind significantly on his payments. That cannot be tolerated. He must be taught a lesson, but a subtle one." He gestures to a small box on a side table. "Please deliver this to him and ensure that he opens it. Miss Rosabella your boat should be sufficient to carry you and your miss Alexis, I'm sure you can come up with some papers yo make the package look official. Return when you have done as I asked".

[ArcturusV]

Feh, 'subtle' lesson. Rosebella's fingers itched as she thought of how a merchant should properly be handled, with broken bones and the fear of the LAW put into them. It was bound to get the a lot further, and be a lot easier than messing around with whatever that little box was. Still, the job sounded easy enough, "So what's the pay?" Rosebella asked right off the bat. She wasn't doing this for charity after all, she had her expenses. She stood there waiting for an answer, tense yes, but it wasn't a fear based tension. Wary to be certain however, after all, there were armed thugs at the door, and one in front of her. She didn't want a fight, no reason to. But between the smell of animal blood in the air, and the armed men around her, she was definitely on edge.

Her eyes glanced over towards the Dorf, she understood why she was here, after all, she had the transport and the skill to run the Talabec. Apparently Alexis, by appearance and suggestion was some sevant or valet of Our Betters... ug the very thought made her sick... who could get entry. And supposedly this was a 'subtle' mission, so why the Dorf? In case things went violent? Didn't trust her to go bash skulls in and shoot her way out of whatever trouble pops up? She doubted the stocky looking Dorf would do anything but sink like a stone if they ran across river raiders on the way out. Definitely an odd thumb sticking out here. Probably meat to be the fall guy in case things went wrong. Yeah that had to be it. Dorfs were crazy anyway and Rosebella wouldn't mind seeing one taking a shot rather than hers.

[ptdapen]

From the look of her face, anyone could tell that Jarla is unhappy to be here at the Hammer of Sigmar. It is not the discrepant status of her surroundings, no, she spent most of her life in a farm or in the pits. What she truly despises is being beholden for reasons such as status or ranking. The only people she ever knew that earned her respect were her family and they are all dead. She sees no reason to trust the Black Hand but she has no choice; she no longer has a home.

When she enters the background, she looks over the guards. The thought passes through whether or not she could crush them in an even fight. People tell her often that she is a remarkable warrior, at least when they scream over her victories in the pit. Oh and they lauded her for the brutality in her strikes as she pummeled her enemies into little more than a collection of visceral. Her face turns to a crooked smile when the thugs tell her to stop but she does not make any more moves.

After she hears the assignment, her tilts her head; sending her on a subtle mission appeared to be a waste of her talents. She attempts to delve into the man's mind, or at least his thoughts, to see if he is hiding anything. Regardless, she cracks her neck and looks at the others. "And who receives the pleasure of carrying the box?"

[roll0] - Willpower Test

[Raunchel]

Alexis looks at her companions, feeling worse and worse. She knows that she will have to do this, but it will be difficult. The others are clearly ruffians, uncivilized or worse. And the dwarf, everything about him frightens her. He looks far too violent for any sort of subtlety, and she wonders if any of the others can even write their own names. Inwardly she sighs, but outwardly she keeps a smile on her face. "This merchant, do you by any chance have more information about him?", she speaks softly, perhaps even a little hard to hear, but her accent is clear enough, she is no commoner, "Such as a name, his area of expertise, address and such things?"

[cigaw]

Jamdak Urgrimson - Dwarf Troll Slayer (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19287354&postcount=2)

When the door opens and Hans signals him to follow Jamdak finishes his tankard and sets it down. Picking up his greataxe, he crosses the hall and goes through the door.

He can't help but look the others over as they stand before whoever is running this show. The waves of mistrust and revulsion toward him are almost palpable; but he has become inured to it. What matters is that he performs as is asked and pleases the Black Hand. He doesn't know any of these new people and owes them nothing.

He listens attentively to what the shadowed figure asks of them and nods agreement. Jamdak knows his own limitations when it comes to subtlety and surmises that is why the others are there. As for himself? Keep out of the way until some skulls need to be cracked.

His train of thought is interrupted when the women start asking questions. Smart questions. He pays attention and keeps his mouth shut.

[TheAnnoyingNoob]

Constance hurried through the streets of Talagaad, cloak pulled tight around her shoulders as she tried to shut out the rain. She'd been hoping to have time to sit and talk to her sister but that looked unlikely now. Turning the corner onto the seedy street that held the Hammer of Sigmar, she gave some of the men outside a timid smile. She'd worked here before, she realized; quite often in fact.

Constance entered the inn late, almost late enough to miss Hans and the others. Pushing her way through the patrons, apologizing and explaining that she was busy to more than a few patrons, she made it to the back room just in time. Standing behind her sister, she listened to the proceedings silently, her curious gaze wandering to the dwarf. A dwarf. Huh. She hadn't seen one in Talagaad yet, but she'd heard they were supposed to be a reliable, if serious lot.

[DrK]

The man looks around the room before focusing back upon the quiet voice of Alexis. "Its nice to see one of you has the sense to ask for some more details before blindly agreeing. You'll each be paid 10 crowns for the work. The merchant is Dieter Schmidt, he deals in lumber mainly but also will supply lots of other things tucked in the logs if one pays enough. His house is on the village square beside the smiths workshop."

He looks about for any other queries before speaking again this time with a much more strident tone. "He is not to die. Even if you end up slaughtering his family and his retainers he must not be killed! He must open the box and reap the penalty for his failure."

[Starbin]

Otto leaned against the wall in the back, listening to the newly gathered group ask questions in between staring at the dwarf. He had been in the room already, so to the others he probably looked for all the world like one of the regulars, but he had already been informed he would be earning his way with this group of harpies. The women all had reputations in the bar, to varying degrees, with two of them eager for violence. He had heard a bit about the dwarf, but what else did you need to know about them crazy slayers? The drink, they kill, they rarely chat. 'Nuff said.

He had arrived in town some months back and had quickly earned a place with the group, learning that his own particular brand of skills were in high demand. He had roughed up a number of people, putting some in the infirmery and one or two in the grave, but this was the first time that he had seen a gift sent as punishment. With a rumble, Otto grunted from the wall, "Wot's in the box, eh?"

When the others turned, they would see a large man, leaning against the shadowed wall, his nose crooked from some previous altercation. A mace hung at his waist, and a halberd was leaned nearby.

Figure this is an easy way to intro Otto and keep pace with the game - let me know if that's too much DrK.

[ArcturusV]

There was a subtle shifting of Rosebella's stance as her sister entered the room, as if to keep her body between her sister and the possibly unstable reactions of the Dorf or the Vengeful one, her stance still tensed up, but it was clear it wasn't an aggressive stance, but defensive in nature in its readiness. Her eyes shifted backwards towards Constance, "Thought you were staying out of this one," she whispered softly to her sister so her voice wouldn't carry too far.

The nature of their orders, free fire being given to anyone and everyone EXCEPT the merchant, made the back of her mind tingle. If that was the case whatever was in that box was considered worth than death. Maybe some cursed widget that would infect him with super plague. Or some magic item that would make him suffer a similar fate worse than death. He doubted it was about getting the man to work for them again, people tended not to work for you after you killed everyone they knew and cared for after all. So it wasn't about intimidation, it was about revenge.

Meaning she wasn't volunteering for carrying that box. Let the dorf do it. Or Jarla. Either sounded better.

[cigaw]

Jamdak Urgrimson - Dwarf Troll Slayer (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19287354&postcount=2)

Well, the pay is good enough. Job seems simple enough.

"He won't be killed," Jamdak breaks his silence; a deep bass voice in measured tones. "He might be harmed during the job, though. What does your Herr Schmidt look like? Don't want to deliver the box to the wrong person."

After a moment he adds. "Who do we say we're looking for when we return here?"

[TheAnnoyingNoob]

Constance leaned towards her sister, her voice lowered but still louder than her sisters. "I was goin' t', but I couldn' help m'self. I want'd to see what i' was y' was when y' was workin' and I was off dancin'." She tried her best to stand taller and look confident. "I'll try na' t' get in th' way." She gave Rosebella a warm smile, " 'sides, I figure i'll be more intresin' than th' dancin'."

As she spoke her eyes flicked nervously between her sister and Alexis as her cheeks reddened. She'd never been so close to someone clearly noble before and, while she was no longer embarrassed about the way she spoke around common folk the other woman made her self-conscious. What if someone asked her to write something in front of her? She couldn't even write her name!

[ptdapen]

Jarla lets out an impatient sigh; these people were going to annoy her. One of them appears to be of higher status, the type of harlot that is rarely exposed to the true pangs of the world. The two sisters squabble, one of them too focused on the other one's protection. And what did the dancer offer? She appears to be an actual harlot. The dwarf would ruin any chance of subtlety if they wished to pursue that route. And, from rumors she had heard, his sort tended to be unstable. In her eyes, her rage is a controlled one, a torch that can be ignited and cooled at a moment's notice.

Perhaps they are right to ask so many questions. But the amount she dislikes hearing them squabble weighs more heavily than the need for information.

"This sounds like a simple enough job," the pit fighter notes as she starts to stretch. There is a loud crack when she adjusts her head with her palms. "Since no one volunteered, I will carry the box." Jarla steps forward and sees if the thugs will let her pass. Assuming they do, she grabs onto it and stashes it into her bag.

[DrK]

The hooded figure nods in approval as Jarla grabs the box. It feels slightly warm to her hands and there is a faint sense of unease, like Morr's touch upon giving a shiver. The master looks up, "When the deed is done return here and tell Greta behind the bar that Master Schmidt's package was delivered." He looks about at you all before leaving moments later through a small concealed door at the back of the chamber. The lone bouncer drops a bag with a few shillings on the table and nods a head towards the door. "Get yourself a few ales. Cause no trouble. we don't the proper watch coming down upon the Inn."

[cigaw]

Jamdak Urgrimson - Dwarf Troll Slayer (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19287354&postcount=2)

Jamdak steps forward, taking a wrapped package from his pack and places it on the table. "See that Hans gets that, manling," he says to the bouncer in what approaches a friendly tone. "He'll be expecting it." He then grabs a few coins and heads for the bar, thoughts of wonderful - if watery by dwarf standards - ale dancing through his mind.

He only takes a few steps to the door before turning and facing the group. "We might as well talk business and figure a way to this Herr Schmidt's place." He then adds his name, almost as an afterthought. "I am called Jamdak."

DrK, that first bit is Jamdak delivering the book he took from the man he murdered for the Black Hand. I included it simply to tie off that loose end from my backstory. Let me know if you want me to change it.

[ptdapen]

Jarla feels the box in her hands and even more hastily stores it away. She knows not what foul thing lies inside but she wishes to be rid of it as quickly as possible. "Drinking ale can come after we finish the job," the pit fighter tells the dwarf, though she is unsure how his kind would react to such a proposition. "No need to prematurely celebrate and dull our senses." Once more she is unsure of exactly how dwarves react to alcohol. She almost wants to guess that they become more focused instead of less while drunk.

Regardless if her request is heeded or not, she agrees to discuss the job. "We are told that we can slay his entire family but also to not cause any trouble. This assignment doesn't sit well with me." She taps her foot impatiently, still yearning to dump off the wretched box. "Over in the pits they call me Vengeful Jarla, in case you didn't know."

[TheAnnoyingNoob]

Constance followed the dwarf, a wide grin plastered across her face. "H'w much is 'n ther? C'n we all ge' a drink?" Looking back over her shoulder she spoke to Jarla, "Ooooo c'm on, Yarrla, one 'r two won' ma'er! An' the'll hel' ya' get o'er tha' feelin'!" Giving Jamdak a friendly pat on the head she continued, "An' 'ow many ya thin' we can ge'? I can prr'ly ge' a few fr'm th' lads r'nd her’..."

[cybric]

Theodora had joined the rag tag group that the blackhand had assembled at the tavern with very little fan fair. Her robes were well worn from the road that she had travelled and she wore a wolfs pelt over her shoulders to keep the cold at bay, at her waist hung what looked like a mix between a cleaver and a sword a broad bladed weapon to be sure.

As the other discussed their errand she mutter replies and responses to herself "hush now I want to hear what they are saying. No no I'm not sure why they won't tell us what's in the box. We'll I've never been a party of something like this now have I brother."

As the discussion carries on Theodora introduces herself says "it seems a innocent enough errand deliver the box and be on our way. Surely what could go wrong?...No Philip I was asking them not you...Never you mind him"

[cigaw]

Jamdak Urgrimson - Dwarf Troll Slayer (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19287354&postcount=2)

Jamdak begins to respond to Jarla, but is cut short by the stream of words coming from Constance. When she pats him on the head, he turns to face her, gritting his teeth and fury obvious on his eyes. A little human girl with an accent so thick a dwarf has trouble understanding dares pet him, a Slayer, like some kind of household animal without even pausing for breath?

Then the absurdity of it becomes too much and the dwarf starts laughing hard, guffawing and nearly doubling himself over. "Aye, there is enough for one or two ales apiece, girlie!" he says with a wide smile. "Besides, Jarla, I do not think we'll be carrying out our task tonight. We need to plan properly."

He then becomes more serious as another woman begins talking, both to them and to herself. "I believe it won't be as simple as it seems at first. If we drop the box off or simply deliver it, there's no guarantee Schmidt will open it at once; it might sit on a desk forever; worse, he might get an assistant to open it for him. Getting an audience won't be simple and killing everyone, as lovely as it sounds, should be the last resort as it'll draw unwanted attention."

[cybric]

"As you say friend we've never done anything like this before so we'll defer to your knowledge... No I know Phillip is seems pretty straight forward but these gentleman know alot more about this kind of thing than we do so let it lie."

As Theodora mutters the last bit she realizes that she's been talking out load to Phillip around people alot more than is probably healthy. "Anyhow we're to deliver the box and get him to open it correct? Any ideas on how that will work?"

[Starbin]

When they were dismissed, Otto waited as the others filed out and followed them, nodding to the rest of the thugs gathered. He listened as the group introduced themselves, almost smirking as the woman almost lost her hand for patting the dwarf on his head. As they tried to figure out whether a drink was wise, he simple introduced himself with a low rumble. "They calls me Otto." Then he waited to see where this lot was headed ... to a table or out the door.

I'm not sure where Otto is headed Chaos wise. I see Sergeant or Outlaw in his future, then from there something equally nasty (like Captain or J. Champion). As it stands, he seems much more Khorne than anything, but I could see Nurgle ...

His fall from 'grace' will probably be centered around gaining power - power enough to do what he wants when he wants ... and not have to answer to anyone for it.

[DrK]

The night passes. The sounds of the "The street of thieves" loud outside as shouts, fights and the soft whisper of prostitutes mixed with the stench of human waste and night life.

Inside the inn the atmosphere degraded over the evening as ale left the floor sticky amongst the soiled straw. A fight broke out, the bouncers clubbing both men and tossing them out and the sounds of a singer drowned out by the cheers from the pit next door.



Ready to move on when you all are

[ArcturusV]

"Feh, you're all jess thinkin' about it too hard," Rosabella replies as she sits down at the table, kicks up her feet, and leans back. She spares a glance over towards the fancy lady with all the questions back in the room, "Jessin' ya scrawl a note on there right? Something like," she cleared her throat a little, "For My Darling... and just leave it out for him in his quarters or something. Seems simple enough. Then it's just a simple B and E job to set up. Get in, leave it, get out." She shrugged, made sense to her.

"Night's comin' best time to do it, regardless of what way we're doing it. So man up you snotlings and lets go. Figure we got a limited window to get things done between River Patrols. So we can't be dawdling all night, keen?"

[Raunchel]

Alexis feels utterly disgusted by her companions, some of them she can hardly understand. Why can't people simply be civilized? "Even then it might be suspicious to him, especially if he is aware that he has made enemies. No, a more certain approach must be taken. One where we know that there will be success. We must know more about this man. Find out if he has a lover, dear friends, bussiness associates, any such thing. And a sample of their handwriting, if they can write, would also be most helpful. Then I can produce a letter to accompany the box, and one of you can play the deliverer of a special package. Then he is bound to open it."

[TheAnnoyingNoob]

Constance sat by her sister, cradling an empty mug in her hands. She had to admit Alexis' idea sounded pretty smart, if significantly more complicated. How would they find out if Herr Schmidt had a mistress? And what if they were caught sneaking it in? Maybe it would be better if someone got to know him and gave it to him as a gift. Most of the group seemed martially inclined, but Alexis or herself might be able to do it.

"I-I 'ave 'n idea, I thin'." she stuttered nervously. "I'd ta'e s'm time, bu' i' one o' us go' t' know 'im, we cu' 'and i' t' 'im as a gif. 'Ave 'im op'n i' ri' in frun' us, s'we know f' sur'."

[Raunchel]

Alexis is of a mind to sneer at the commoner, but decides against it, it would only make her more hostile. "I am afraid that my present position makes it difficult to arrange meetings with him, and I would hate to jeopardize such matters for nothing but the delivery of a package. Can one of you perhaps do it? I will of course gladly write any communications you might need. It is just that I also have other matters to attend to. Could any of you pass for a person of a mercantile bent?"

[cigaw]

Jamdak Urgrimson - Dwarf Troll Slayer (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19287354&postcount=2)

"Heh," the dwarf snorts. "Look around you, do you honestly think anyone could pass as a merchant? We can easily pass as bodyguards, but that seems to be it".

The dwarf stops to consider the offered ideas for a moment. "Unless we take the time to learn more about this manling and draw a plan to trick him into opening it, we should just sneak into his house and force him to open it."

He pauses to take a swig of ale. "If you're still set on being tricky, someone could approach him and hire him to transport the box in his logs. If we don't have the money to keep him from asking questions, he might be tricked into opening the box to make sure it's not something that'll come back to bite him on the ass. Or maybe just appeal to his curiosity."

A shadow then crosses his eyes. "I, however, suggest the first course of action. It's simpler and easier to control. Making him open the box will be easy... I find that axe to the neck is a great incentive."

[Raunchel]

"But, that is violence!", Alexis says, louder than she spoke before, betraying her shock. She continues in her usual soft tone, "Doing that might see us reported to authorities, and we cannot use that. Most of us do not have a wish to die."

[cigaw]

Jamdak Urgrimson - Dwarf Troll Slayer (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19287354&postcount=2)

"Violence?" Jamdak repeats absentmindedly; his tone of voice friendly but firm. "So it is, but it's what we have the most of. A Slayer, a Pit Fighter, a Riverwarden with what appears to be a very well-used club and the big fella over there," he says pointing a finger at Otto. "Then there's you, the girlie and Theodora... You are the best educated and best fit for it, but don't want to pass for a merchant; the girlie won't do and if Theodora decides to have another conversation with Phillip while talking to Schmidt it'll all fall apart."

Jamdak shrugs his shoulders in a noncommittal way. "I'd rather avoid drawing the guard as well - dying in a cesspit like Harfefahre is no fit death for me. Whatever we do, we must make sure that he opens the box. That's all that matters; he lives and opens the box."

[Raunchel]

"I could perhaps arrange a meeting between him and you, if I would know a little more about his work and interests. This would be set up in a quiet place, and those amongst us with the right talents for such a thing could attend it, one of them dressed as the contact. When he goes in, they snatch him, and force him to open the box.", naturally, Alexis herself would remain at a safe distance, far away from any potential threat that might arise.

[Starbin]

Otto listened to the ensuing discussion, simpering, and outright arguments. He nodded somewhat at the dwarf's comments, smirking when the short warrior pointed at him, but he said little. This was getting ridiculous, but he had little desire to get into a war of words with anyone. Instead, he nodded towards the doors as darkness fell. "Hand'll be watchin' this ... if we can't agree, best leave." He looked knowingly at a few of the bouncers who kept shooting them looks periodically, well aware that the Black Hand didn't leave much to chance, or rookies.

[ptdapen]

Jarla lets out a grunt when her partners refuse to give up the allure of a couple drinks. Still, she is awfully surprised at how coherent the dwarf is. She expected him to be a mindless oaf, ready to slay whatever is in his path, as per his title. Still, she had never met one of his kind before, so she did not dwell on her preconceptions for too long. "We should go visit him and see how many guards he has on hand," she throws out before motioning them to the door. "If he is outmatched then the dwarf's idea will be simple. We walk in, kill his family, and then tell him to open the box unless he wants to die too. If that plan does not appear to be feasible, we can follow the elegant lady's suggestion." The pit fighter gives a slight bow to Alexis as a form of mockery.

[Raunchel]

Alexis looks at Jarla with eyes shooting fire. How dares that wretch mock her? "When shall we visit then? And where shall we meet?"

[ptdapen]

Jarla rolls her eyes at Alexis; the only thing she truly respects is combat prowess. The lady's earlier deterrence from violence is the evidence the pit fighter needs to condemn her. "The man ought to have less people on watch at night. We could go now," Jarla suggests as her fingers prod the box in her possession.

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The dwarf upends his stein, draining it in deep, thirsty gulps and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. He then glances at Jarla and Rosabella, a serious look in his eyes. Determination is obvious by his bearing and tone of voice.

"If this is our plan, this is our plan." Jamdak rumbles with some finality. "Rosabella, if your boat can ferry us all and you feel confident in doing this at night, let us not dawdle and go. My axe is sharp and I am ready."

[DrK]

The newly found comrades in arms troop down towards the river where the small longboat is pulled up hard against the bank. Slipping into the rowboat Rosabella mans the oars sliding off the dock and into the fast flowing Talbec, a lantern flickering and lighting the way ahead. The lantern gives a small circle of light although Rosabella knows that its only ~10 miles around the river with the current helping to reach the small village of Harferfahre - possibly a 2 hour row with the brisk current.

An hour into the row the world is quiet save for the creak of the oarlocks, the splash of the current and the whisper of the wind in the heavy forests either side of the river. But its Otto and Jarla's sharp eyes that catch sight of the faint flickering of flames some 100 yards into the forest, a few shadowed shapes around a fire!


Some 200 yards up the river and 100 yards into the forest
Faint flicker of fire in the woods

[ptdapen]

"Hold on, I see something. Looks to be some folks surrounding a fire," Jarla notes to the rest of the group. Her hand instinctively grasp her sword's hilt though she does not draw just yet. "I say we have no reason to check it out. I doubt it has anything to do with the task at hand, although I do admit that it is rather peculiar." She looks down to her bag where the box is contained, still leery of what could possibly be inside.

[Starbin]

Otto shook his head, having seen the same shadows and flickering light. "Out here in the arse crack a' night? They either lookin' fer pickings, or up to the dirty-dirty. I'm guessin' watchers'll catch us if we don't find 'em first.

That or hug the far bank." The big man looked positively exhausted saying that much, but his halberd was held at the ready as he scanned the banks on both sides ...

[TheAnnoyingNoob]

Constance perked up as the two spoke. Pickings? If they had found something valuable... "Wa' ya' all thin' 'bout pullin' shore an' let'n m' ta'e a loo' a' 'em. See i' the' go' an'thin wort' barr'win?" She kept her voice as low as she had speaking to her sister earlier. "Mi' b' wor' i'." As she spoke she wormed her way out of her shirt, draping it over the lantern to hide the light but being sure to not let it get too close; no need to go setting their little boat on fire.

[Raunchel]

Alexis is aghast, bandits? That should be easily possible. And she doesn't know her companions well enough to trust on them, even if they look like hardened fighters. "My suggestion would be to attempt to bypass these strangers, it would be most disruptive if we would be involved in any sort of dispute.", she whispers.

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Jamdak instinctively crouches and graps his greataxe when Jarla and Otto point out the firelight. He grins approval at Constance's quick thinking in masking the boat's lantern and nods in agreement to Alexis' proposal.

"Our work lies elsewhere, at least for now. Let us go past them in darkness and deal with our mark. If they try anything, though... We'll be swift in putting them down."

The dwarf then wiggles into position closer to the bow of the boat, using his superior night vision to guide Rosabella if it is needed.

[cybric]

Intiate Theodora

Theodora was biting her nails absent mindedly while they moved down the river. He time at the temple of Shallya was spent in prayer and study and so she was not the quickest to grasp danger but she agreed that they had no reason to divert from their course. Her time there was ill spent it though as they weren' t not able to cure her of the burden of Phillip. Her mind was split at times and she had hoped that the priestess at the temple would be able to help her but Phillip had only grown louder during her time there for some reason.

We, I, agree with the dwarf. They aren't causing us any trouble so it's best if we just let sleeping dogs lie so to speak.

At that Theodora mutters a prayer of protection to Shallya as well as a prayer of repentance for what might come of this venture. She had tried to be faithful but in order to move forward towards silencing Phillip she needed this group.

[TheAnnoyingNoob]

Constance frowned. "Aw, wha' i' they go' sumt'n goo'? W' coo' pin' i' an' ma'e a pre'y prof't."

[ptdapen]

"No need to overly complicate our job. We fail this assignment and I suspect anything we could pry off them would be nothing in comparison to our punishment," Jarla replies, though she still keeps an eye on the figures in the distance. "I doubt they have much anyways. Brigands are likely to be a desperate lot."

[Starbin]

Otto leaned close and whispered to Constance, "Who sez we can't check on the way back?"

[TheAnnoyingNoob]

Head tilted to the left, Constance took a moment to think the proposal over. Sure, whoever was out there may have moved on by then but it didn't look like she was going to get a better chance. As long as it was still dark, it shouldn't matter too much. Nodding and whispering into Otto's ear she replied, "Tha'd wor'. Y' go' a plan i' th' oth's don' wan' go the' eith... ith... neither?"

[Starbin]

Otto shrugged, the whispering tickling his ears a bit. "I dunno. Guess we'll figure it out later." He straightened up and gazed out into the dark, watching to see if their passage had been detected ...

[DrK]

With the light covered up the row boat ghosts past the faint lights in the forest, the oars shipped allowing the current to carry you all past before a few hundred yards further down the river you're able to continue to paddle quietly. Its another hour before a few small lights glimmering on the shore mark the outlying farms on the edge of the village before you can see the glow of more torches burning along the pier and a few buildings surrounding a beaten and muddy village square that houses a pen with some goats and pigs and chickens scratching around. Some faint music and rowdy shouts echo from what must be the village inn and some stray dogs an cats skulk through the small alleys between the buildings...


Parking up at the edge of town? Beyond town or at the small fishing/ferry pier?

[Starbin]

Otto strained to make out any shapes on the shore, whispering to no one in particular, "I'd aim for a quiet spot ... no need getting attached to this later." He had done enough jobs to know that sometimes you wanted to claim credit for it, and sometimes you wanted a little anonymity.

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The Dwarf gazes ahead, trying to pierce the night's darkness. Hearing Otto whisper behind him he turns around and nods - realizing soon after how wasted is the gesture in the night. He then clears his throat and speaks in a low voice.

"Let us find a secluded spot before entering the village. No need to draw unwanted attention to the boat."

[ptdapen]

"The boat is our way of getting back," Jarla adds. "Let's not hide it too well, lest we forget where it is."

[Raunchel]

"And leave some people there, who can fight off anyone, if it comes to it. It would be horrible if we were to be stuck in this place.", Alexis adds, obviously a little frightened.

[Starbin]

Otto almost rolled his eyes at the combined comments from the women. They might as well tell them to 'bring their weapons, just in case there was fighting' or 'try not to get cut if someone swung a sword at them.' Clearly they were used to a different 'career' and had rarely operated on this side of the law. He wasn't too worried that the one called Jarla couldn't handle herself - he figured if she were half as competent as she looked and acted, she would be an asset; however, the other woman was beginning to grate on him. She was the kind of person he couldn't stand ... someone who looked like they expected the world to be handed to them without any effort on their part. If she lasted beyond this night, she'd better learn that if you wanted something, you needed to take it.

He thought back to the golden rule - he who has the gold makes the rules. But if you were strong enough, you could take the gold from those that had it ...

[TheAnnoyingNoob]

Constance sized up the group as they neared the town, giving the fighting types the most attention. A dwarf with a mohawk, a ragged looking woman and a large thug of a man. Gods willing, she might be able to save this poor man and his family... Clearing her throat, she tried her best to sound confident "Ott, 'Lexis, I thin' ya go' th' ri' 'dea. Yarrla, ya go' a loo' t' ya; y' mine wat'n th' but?" she turned to her sister, "I' ya trus' 'er wi' i'. I c'n carri th' box wit' m'."

[ptdapen]

Jarla tilts her head at the courtesan. "You say that I stick out when we have a dwarf?" she inquires, utterly puzzled by her perspective and the fact that she wants the box. "If you want to hold onto the box, be my guest." Truth be told, she could not wait to be rid of it. She opens up her bag for the girl to take it out.

[TheAnnoyingNoob]

Waiting a second before removing the box from the bag and placing it in her lap, she winced as she felt it. Something wasn't right with it... Shivering, she continued "Dorfs sm'l, an' 'e ain' hum'n. All ya go' say i' they as' ya bou' 'm i' No su, I ain' 'evu see no Dorf 'for. Th'y real a' shor' a' th'y se'? I 'ear 'bou on' t'o s'reets dow's b'n digg'n fer gol' in Murr's Ga'den.An ya jus' pr'en li' y' neva no nut'n 'bout Dorfs 'r nut'n el'."

[DrK]

With the boat pulled up into the ever present thick reeds its only some muddy feet and a scramble up the bank to reach solid ground. As you discuss what to do you stare intently into the village square.

From the approach you've chosen there is only one small farm house between you and the 3 sides of the square that form the bulk of the village. It seems quiet now. Just the flickering torches outside a couple if buildings and, wait, on the far side two bored fat looking militia with their cudgels and lantern poles.



Please conceal, silent move as appropriate

[TheAnnoyingNoob]

Struggling up the slope as she pulled her shirt back on, it took Constance several seconds longer to notice the militiaman than it should have. Sliding part of the way back down the bank and into the reeds, she whispered urgently to the others. "Psssss! Loo's li' sum'ns wat'n. Wha' w' go'n do now? I me'n, w' loo' s'spicious w' all go 'gether."

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Taking a moment to piece together Constance's string of consonants, Jamdak struggles with what would be better for the group; he'd certainly like to be front and center if a fight breaks out, but he also doesn't want to draw undue attention to the group and risk blowing their cover before they're even started. At the mention of the guards, he perks up.

"We can either try to circle around them or draw them over here where it's secluded and whack 'em. Either way could work."

He shifts around, trying to hide his bulk from view before adding. "If we need someone to guard the boat, I could do it. I see better in the dark anyway... Though it'd be sad to miss out on any action if it comes to that."

DrK, I'm making only one roll for now, since we're still figuring out who goes where and both Skills are at a paltry 14 for me. If you require separate rolls, let me know and I'll append another one here. :smallsmile:

Concealment/Silent Move: [roll0] vs 14

[Raunchel]

Alexis remains in the boat until the others declare that the path is safe. She doesn't want to ruin her clothes or their chances by any rash actions. She is a lady, not some ruffian.

When she hears them, she whispers: "Can you get past them? Or knock them out?"

[Starbin]

Otto glanced at the guards, then looked back across the group. He nodded. "We can handle 'em ... but you want it red or white?"

There were any number of ways to get rid of these two - knocking them out, killing them both, scaring them away, or even bribing them. It just depended on whether the group wanted to let a little violent, or avoid bloodshed.

[Raunchel]

"Whatever you deem the safest, I have no experience in matters such as these.", Alexis replies, cursing herself for having gotten into all this in the first place.

[DrK]

With the stealth of a rat catcher's cart the collection of disparate Tabalheimers potter stomp, crash and tramp through the a narrow alley kicking over slop buckets and splashing in puddles of fresh nightsoil. Obviously in the otherwise still night air the lantern bearing militia hear the noises, light flooding into the gap between the houses as the pair of militia shout at the ~5 of you. "Halt. In the name of the Watch stop and declare your intent...."

[TheAnnoyingNoob]

"W' was jus' run'n 'rens f'r th' bos." Constance blurted out, moving to meet the pair ahead of the others, "W' all owe th' wron' kin'a fella a few karls t' m'ny, s' 'ese b'n sen'n us ou' er' ni' t' 'lect th' res's de's." At that, she placed her hands on her hips and tried her best to push her chest forward. "Co'rs, 'e nev' se' w' cou'n may' a bi' a coin a'self. Wh' don' y' t'o comp'ny me an' m' fren'."

Lowering her voice, she whispered, "Th' on' 'os al dre' u'. Ain' sh' a loo'er?" Constance's heart pounded in her chest as she she turned around and tried to catch Alexis' eye. Please dear Sigmar, just go with it. I'll get them off your back the first chance I get, just go with it. Though even if Alexis understood, the odds weren't exactly in her favor.

[cybric]

Theodora flinched a little as Constance made the offer to the guards. While she had been secluded in the temple she had assisted the preistesses offer help to those whom had been consumed by carnal lust and selfish desire. She had seen how the men had looked at her as she moved through the hospital ward. The priestesses of Shallya were pious however many prefered to fantasize about the healing "touch" of a young Shallyian preistess. To this day it had made her skin crawl. Again although she was no longer with the temple she could not bring her self to go along with Constances play.

Gentlemen blessings of the goddess upon you. As my friend said we're on an errand for our employer and the sooner we finish the sooner we can take on the next act of service. My fellow travelers are eager to be paid, though it seems this one is more eager than others, and I am eager to be of service again so that my acts may shine the goddess Shallya's light on others.

As Theodora listened to Constance she remembered the many women that had come to the temple in search of healing for "ailments" after offering their bodies up as currency. While she was no longer at the temple and though she did not officially belong to the order she could not let Constance proceed.

As you can see our employer has hired protection for us as well but while we have protection to be sure we aren't here to cause any trouble for you or your village and are looking to move on ahead to our destination.

Would you mind letting us pass?



charm 34 vs [roll0]

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The Dwarf senses things aren't going too well. He tightens his grip on his axe and readies himself for action.

This'll be so much easier if they just take the girlie's bait... Guards in a cesspool like this should be willing to fall for a pretty face. I hope.

[Raunchel]

Alexis feels that she is the one who is being looked at now, and she hates it. She had wanted to be anonymous through all this. But violence would be worse, and these uncouth people are doing their utmost to bring them there. She comes forward, although she still keeps some of the others between them and her. She has a disgusted look on her face, as though someone of her stature shouldn't be here. "Why are we being held up?", she asks arrogantly, and with some petulance, "You know that I hate being out at night. I want to get there. Now. I'm not paying you to slow me down. This was supposed to be adventurous, and romantic. Not cold and slow."

[roll0] vs Charm 37. (10 from impersonating a noble)

[Starbin]

Otto inwardly sighed as the women all fumbled over themselves to out fox each other in their poorly planned attempts to con the guards. He gripped the halberd tightly, eager to just swing it and stop all this nonsense of pretending.

He wouldn't be the first to swing, most likely, but he would definitely try to keep them from shouting out ...

[DrK]

The two militia pause, clearly eyeing up the shadowy figures in the alley, a strange mixture of women and thugs. The larger of the two watchmen looks at them "There is a town entry fee. A shilling apiece. " he holds out a hand whilst the other stands ready.

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Jamdak strides forward, axe propped on his shoulder and stops in front of the guard. "Here you are, manling," he says as he lays the silver coins on the guard's outstretched hand. "We'll be on our way, then."

I'm frankly unsure of how many of us there are right now. Could I get an official number to deduct from my money, please?

[DrK]

The dwarf hands over a handful of shillings and the militia both nod and move on after telling you to all get out of town as soon as yer business is done. You wait a few minutes for the glow of the watchpoles to fade before you can continue to..?


From OOC thread seems to be ~5 people

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Closing his coin purse carefully, the dwarf ties it to his belt and shoulders the axe once more. "Schmidt's place should be by the village square, behind the smith's workshops, correct? No sense in dallying around," he says and starts walking toward the village square, keeping to the side streets if possible.

Thanks! Going to deduct 5 silver from my sheet.

[cybric]

Theodora- Initiate of Shallya

As the dwarf hands over the silver Theodora feels a pang of guilt. She had been raised that Shallya demands selflessness and generosity. That she was not the first to step forward and offer tugged at her. Her teachers would have been cross indeed. She does not interupt the exchange though and as the party makes their way forward she moves next to Jamdak. I have to say that I was not expecting that kind of generosity from a self proclaimed slayer. It was kind of you to share what you have. My funds are limited but I can pay you for your kindness as well as for two others of our company. I have not seen much of the world but it is a harsh and unforgiving place from what I have seen outside the temple walls. Kindness should be rewarded. As she hands the coins over Jamdak would notice a slight wincing from Theodora, the effort to shut Phillip up as she gives away money is a little taxing. "Phillip wants you to know that he's very cross with what I just did and that you should watch your back if he ever gets a chance. He's all talk though my brother Phillip. You look very capable with a blade Jamdak when our job is over perhaps you could help instruct me. I am only recently released from the Temple of Shallya and as I said the world is a harsh place. I must learn to fight it at some point. I hope never to need to kill but keeping myself safe is also needed. But that is for later on we go to Schmidts shall we." With a shy smile Theodora follows Jamdak through the side streets towards their destination.



I'll deduct 3 silver from my inventory

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Pausing as Theodora steps forward, Jamdak regards her with interest. Or maybe regards them would be a better choice of words. Mankind must be addled indeed if they allow the insane to go around unchecked, he thinks while conveniently ignoring how commonplace madness is in the ranks of the Slayers.

"You need not worry, Theodora. Tonight moving along is more important than squabbling over silver," he says as he almost gingerly accepts the offered money. "Try not to form too many preconceived notions of Slayers, girl. We only become mad with bloodlust when there's killing and dying to be done," he pauses meaningfully before continuing with a sideways wink. "Or when there's drinking... Or with the passage of the years," he finishes with a hint of sadness in his eyes. As they begin to walk around once more he continues their conversation. "If you wish to learn the blade I'd be willing to help. The thought that I'd also be instructing Phillip, who seems to have just sworn my death, is amusing to me. When this is done we can begin."

[DrK]

Pushing across the square the thick forge chimney is obvious and the house next door must be Schmidt's, as would also suggest the small sign with "Schmidt's Lumber Trading" on the door. It's a modest 2 storey building of stone with a thatched roof and stout wooden front door.

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Jamdak tries to keep to the shadows as he studies the house from the next street, trying to discern if there is any movement or lights to indicate guards or anyone awake within the house.

"Can any of you see if there is a back entrance?" The Dwarf cranes his neck as he keeps watch.

Here goes nothing...
Perception: [roll0] vs 16

[cybric]

Theodora stays close to Jamdek whom she had spoken with most of the montely group. As Jamdek arcs his head around the corner Theodora pops her head above his and leans around the corner.


Hopefully this works I've got a pretty high int. 47 vs [roll0]


"I can make out something I think. I'm not sure what it is though hold on" Theodora squints and strains to pierce the darkness and see anything of note.

[Raunchel]

As always on this grand adventure Alexis stays back, afraid of being seen doing something bad. There are plenty of ruffians like her companions, but far too few decent people like her. And she quite likes herself. She whispers: "Do you see anything?"

[DrK]

Creeping down the narrow alley under the cover of the sticking out roofs Theodora can make out a small gate leading into a walled garden. Peeking over the the top of the gate she can see the manicured garden at the back of the house. A set of bushes, a small pond with he splash of fish and a secure looking wooden door and shuttered windows dominate the back of the house.

[cybric]

Theodora slides back behind the cover of the wall and relays everything that she had seem to the party in a hushed tone. She alternates between looking at Alexis and Jamdek as she gives the details.


Sorry for the lack of details in this post. I'm at work and I wanted to get something up so everyone else wasn't held up

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Upon hearing the news from Theodora, the Dwarf is somewhat put at ease. There should be enough cover in a garden and grass muffles the sound of boot. Servants forget to lock doors to secure areas. Could be a stroke of good luck, finally.

Jamdak steps up to the gate. He looks around, making sure no one is coming and places his back against the wall. He locks his fingers together, ready to help the others up the wall, and motions for them to approach.

"Quickly now! We don't have all night for this," he whispers in the dark.

[Raunchel]

Alexis approaches, but does not want to be the first across. Also because she can't climb very well, and doesn't want to be the one to take the risks. She whispers: "Who goes first? I don't know what to look for, so I propose one of you, with some experience in such matters."

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The Dwarf sizes the group up quickly before answering, keeping his voice low. "Theodora's got good eyes; she goes up first and warns if there's any immediate danger. Then Connie and then you. Big boy over there needs to be last to help pull me up the wall."

[cybric]

Theodora looks to Alexis and then over to Jamdek with his hand stretched out waiting for her to climb up. Alright I'll go first and have a look. So help me though Jamdek if you look up this robe your going to have something to answer for later. With that she hikes up her robe a little to get her foot into Jamdeks palm and gives a little hop to get momentum going. The two of them sway for a couple of moments until they find their balance and Theodora can have a proper look. She braces herself and then peers over the ledge seeing if there is anyone nearby that could possibly see them as they approached. Alright let's see what we can see

Not sure if I need to make another perception roll but if I need to just let me know and I'll roll it

If she doesnt see anything new she'll head over the ledge first

[Starbin]

Otto followed the group past the guards, glancing back to see how much they were paying attention to the group. He smirked at the 'touching' moment Theodora and the slayer shared, shaking his head slightly. Once they got to the garden, he crouched down with the others, watching as everyone huddled in and Jamdak began listing the order they would slip over the wall. Frowning, he glanced back in the direction Theodora had gone, then back to the others, whispering "Why don't we use that?" pointing at the gate. "If it's locked, mebbe she can open it from the other side ..."

Seemed odd to have an entire group of people trying to stealthily climb over a wall instead of just using the nearby entrance ...

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Jamdak listens to Otto's suggestion. "I wouldn't think that anyone would have a gate that can easily be opened from the inside without a key. Not even humans." He then shrugs before adding "If it can be opened from the inside, however, so much the better." He tries to keep his voice a low rumble as he speaks up to Theodora. "Check the gate."

[ptdapen]

Jarla sits at the boat, twiddling her thumbs. "The dwarf could have watched in the dark," she mutters to herself, though she must admit that she did not expect him to relish in the duty of guard duty. In her boredom she practices a few of her sword swings. Plus it would allow her to be ready for combat, even if her draw is said to be quick.

[DrK]

Theodora can see nothing else of note as she crests the wall and drops onto the soft gravel path. The gate on this side just has a stout bolt on it that she can open easily. Glancing around she hears a noise and peering up at the 1st floor she can hear the clink of glass and the low gruff voices of men speaking and a whisper of light leaking out from behind the shuttered window.

The door at the back of the house and the shutters on the ground floor are all closed up tight but she still cannot hear anything beyond them.

[cybric]

With a thud Theodora falls over the hedge. She rights her self gently rubbing her thigh where she landed hardest surely there would be a bruise there in the morning. She heads over to the gate and unlocks it. She cranes her head around to where the rest of the party is and motions for them to come in. Looks like they're having dinner right now. I can hear clanking but seems to be shut up tight in there.

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Jamdak was already practicing his smug expression when he hears the familiar clang and rasp of a bolt being drawn on the gate. He tries to look noncommittal as he mutters something in guttural Khazalid under his breath. As he moves in he whispers "Looks like you're right, Otto. I'll try keep from speaking about manling foolishness in the future. It works in our favor, after all," he adds with a grin.

[Starbin]

Moving to follow the others, Otto simply shrugged at the dwarf. "No worries - I figured it was just a garden. Worst case, it was locked, and we had ta climb. I'm bettin' the doors to the house'll be locked ..."

With his halberd help close, he glanced around the garden, listening carefully as a thought materialized. "Of course, maybe it's unlocked cuz they have dogs or something ..." If he didn't detect anything, he would follow the others closer to the house, trying to listen to what they were saying ...

Looking around and listening for signs of guard animals [roll0] vs 27/47
Listening at the window: [roll1] vs 47

EDIT: Uh, oh ... two successes in a row!

[Raunchel]

Alexis follows the others in silence, internally practicing excuses for their presence. This can't possibly go well.

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Jamdak Urgrimson - Dwarf Troll Slayer (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19287354&postcount=2)

The Dwarf waits as Otto gets near the house and attempts to eavesdrop. Once he returns, Jamdak speaks softly. "There's a lot of trees and bushes and shrubs here. I say we hide until these people go to bed before taking the box to the merchant." He then looks at the companions in turn, waiting for an answer.

[Starbin]

Otto shrugged again. "Depends ... we could try to deliver it, maybe with one of our resident vixens. We're skulking through this, but unless this guy knows he's crossed the line and is expecting trouble ..." The big man trailed off with a resigned shrug.

"I'm okay with waiting; I'm just used to a ... bolder approach."

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Jamdak Urgrimson - Dwarf Troll Slayer (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19287354&postcount=2)

"Might as well get it done. If the back gate was unlocked, odds are the back door will be unlocked as well. Makes little sense otherwise." Jamdak than strides confidently toward the back door and tries to open it slowly.

[Starbin]

Otto nodded, already starting to get a bit antsy sitting around. Skulking wasn't his strong suit, but no one else seemed particularly inclined to scout ahead, so he moved to support the dwarf with his weapon ready, intent on taking out anyone waiting beyond the door. He nodded to the dwarf to try the knob, not agreeing with the dwarf's logic, but willing to let him try.

Besides, when it didn't work, they would just have to bust it down ...

[DrK]

The dwarf creeps forward and reaches the door latch. Shaking the door slightly it creaks open on rusted hinges revealing a tired and dim looking storeroom within. Long rain coats, saddles and bridles hang off hooks on the wall and another door leads in to the house. Though already around the rim of the door you can see the flicker of the candle light and a few dim words from further in the house "We must press them Hans. These scum must be dealt with. I want them pinned to timber frames and burned for the scum that they are. The voice upstairs is fierce and angry and marked with the slightly more polished tone of the Reik.

Peering around the edge Otto and Jamdak can just make out a couple of hulking shapes standing at the bottom of a set of a wide stairs. The two shapes are large and burly with broad brimmed hats, chain mail glinting and weapons at their waist. It seems that the merchant may not be all that he seems!

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The Dwarf barely suppresses a smirk as the door opens. Manling foolishness indeed, he thinks to himself.

He listens to what is being said, thinking that it would be wise to try and hear some more before barging in. Then he sees the big armed men. His grip tightens on his axe and his smirk widens to a big grin. He looks at Otto, indicating that it might be time for bashing some skulls.

[Starbin]

With the halberd held tightly, he nodded. Leaning close, he mouthed, Charge or bluff? Otto had walked right up to people before, just pretending to belong, but these two were probably a little less gullible. Anticipating the dwarf's answer, Otto would charge as soon as the dwarf did.

[Raunchel]

Alexis looks on fearfully, readying herself to flee as soon as things look like they might be going wrong. This absolutely isn't what she wanted, and she won't admit it openly, but she would rather be anywhere but here right now.

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The option of bluffing passes briefly through Jamdak's mind, but he soon dismisses it. Skulking around gets boring fast, and he is feeling antsy. He winks at Otto and quickly advances on the left guard, charging at him silently and bringing his greataxe down on a wide arc to connect with the Guard's exposed flank. If the guards died quickly there'd be no alarm and they could finish this up soon enough for a few more ales later that night.

Action: Charge Attack (Full Action)

• Attack: [roll0] vs 69 (10% WS bonus due to charge) - Miss unless there are bonuses due to the guards being unaware?
• Damage: [roll1] +4 = 10(Impact, SMB)
• Ulric's: [roll2]
• Total Damage: 10

[Starbin]

Grinning in an equally disturbing manner, Otto followed on the dwarf's heels, thrusting his halberd forward as he charged and attacked the other guard.

38 (WS) + 10 (charge) + unaware opponent (+30) = TN 78
Using Halberd as a Spear (Fast, -10% to parry)
[roll0]
[roll1] to left leg
[roll2]

[Raunchel]

When Alexis notices that the others are going to actually fight she moves closer to the gate in the wall, she wants to run as soon as things appear to be going wrong, even though she draws her fine dagger.

[DrK]

Jamdak and Otto burst out of the kitchens, a few long strides and as the pair of the assault the men at the base of the stairs. Only as the weapons are flying do you note the large rings bearing the twin tailed comets and the holy symbols around their neck marking them as a pair of soldiers from the Order of the Hammer....

Both men grunt stoically as the axe and tip of the halberd bury themselves in their legs. Both reaching for the blades at their waists... Otto is faster but the men reacting before Jamdak can.



Otto
soldiers
Jamdak + the rest

[Starbin]

Having gained the drop on the guards, Otto pressed the attack, knowing these two would not fall easy. What are two of the Order doing here?

38 (WS) = TN 38
Using Halberd as a Spear (Fast, -10% to parry)
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

[DrK]

The man is fast, despite the bleeding leg. Avoiding the spear he draws out his sword and cuts at Otto. Master. Bar the door, trouble! the words prompting some rumbking and exclamations upstairs.



Draw sword
Attack Otto [roll0] TN 41 dam [roll1] include Strike mighty



The second man curses as the dwarf chops him in the leg. Sigmar curse you, you bearded f*** he shouts as pulls his blade free and cuts at Jamdak.



Draw sword
Attack Jamdak [roll2] TN 41 dam [roll3] include Strike mighty

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Jamdak curses under his breath as his swing fails to kill the man outright; he ducks under the man's swing and bristles at his opponent's attempted insult.

Grinning like a maniac, Jamdak swings his axe, reversing it as it comes short of a hit and bringing it back up on a backstroke.

Action: Swift Attack (Full Action)
• Attack 1: [roll0] vs 59 MISS :smallfrown:

• Damage: [roll1] +4 = -- (Impact, SMB)
• Ulric's: [roll2]
• Attack 2: [roll3] vs 59 HIT!

• Damage: [roll4] +4 = 10 (Impact, SMB)
• Ulric's: [roll5]
• Total Damage: 10

[Raunchel]

Alexis hears the sounds coming from inside, but doesn't dare to look, afraid that someone might see and recognize her. She remains by the door, prepared to run as fast as her legs can carry her.

Really sorry for not joining in the fight, but I fear that Alexis would only get in the way of the people who actually know how to hold a weapon.

[cybric]

Theodora is noticeably startled as the two warriors rush in. Otto striking with precision with his halberd & Jamdak swinging like mad with a maniac grin on his face obviously relishing in the combat and the chaos. The sight of him stirs something in herself a feeling rises through her as her heart races faster and faster with each axe swing and spear thrust.

Without realizing it she's drawn her broadsword. She feels the leather of the swords hilt, the sword of the sword exiting the it's hilt ringing in her ear, her lips curling upwards into a smile. Why was she smiling. She was a disiple of the goddess, this was wrong, but in her ear she heard the words. She heared Philip telling her it was ok to help her friends, that it was ok to feel how she felt, and the liked those words.

She turns the corner and sprints towards the members of the order and howls like an ancient banshee as she flings herself into the fray.

Attacking same opponent as Jamdak
attack: [roll0] vs 37 (not sure if there are any combat modifiers for Theodora entering the room and attacking)
damage: [roll1]

[ptdapen]

"Feth the boat, we can commandeer another one if we need to," Jarla mutters to herself as she walks inland. Her calling is the thrill of battle, not mundane tasks.

It would appear fate would grant her wish; the pit fighter reaches the establishment and hears the fighting. Her mood finally starts to lift as she draws her sword and shield. "Finally!" she exclaims as she charges into the fray. Perhaps her allies will be confused by her sudden appearance but she does not care. All she wants to do is drive a sword through her enemy.

Focus fire on the same guy!
Attack: [roll0] vs. 49
Damage: [roll1]

[DrK]

Jamdak and Otto are supported as Theodora and Jarla burst in. Weapons flying both of the soldiers fighting well jumping clear of Jamdak and Jarla's low blows. Theodora missing with a wild swing.

Jamdak is assailed again as his opponent drops into a defensive stance slashing at the dwarf. For Jarla she is greeted with die you ugly hag as her opponent chops at her.

Upstairs you can faintly hear moving about and a pair of men shouting.



Chop Jamdak [roll0] TN 41 [roll1]
Enter parrying stance

Chop Jarla [roll2] TN 41 [roll3]
Enter parrying stance

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The dwarf grunts in disappointment as his opponent jumps clear of his slash. He resumes his attacks in silence, delivering two quick chops with his greataxe.

Action: Swift Attack (Full Action)
• Attack 1: [roll0] vs 59 HIT! (85 Right Leg)

• Damage: [roll1] +4 = 11 (Impact, SMB)
• Ulric's: [roll2]
• Attack 2: [roll3] vs 59 HIT! (03 Head)

• Damage: [roll4] +4 = 13 (Impact, SMB)
• Ulric's: [roll5]
• Total Damage: 11+13=24

So many d10s, no 10s at all. :smalleek:

[Starbin]

The odds suddenly shifted, with three of his companions attacking the one guard, and Otto facing off against another in one-on-one combat. Sidestepping, he took aim and lashed out, lunging with the spear tip of his halberd again.

Dammit - these two should already be dead ... help is going to be coming soon! he thought as he fought.

38 (WS) + 10 (aim) = TN 48
Using Halberd as a Spear (Fast, -10% to parry)
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
EDIT: Sigh ...

[ptdapen]

Jarla lets out a sigh as she watches her blade miss her target. Slippery one this guard is, soon to be was. The sudden insult almost takes her by surprise before she deflects the blow with her shield. "Pray that you die at this instant," she bellows at him, preparing for an overhead swing. A ploy though; she wishes to make him truly off his guard. "If you live another day, I promise you I will flay you alive."

Half Action: Feint

Attack: [roll0] vs. 69?
Damage: [roll1]

[DrK]

It's soon over and messy. Jamdak chops twice with horrific speed, the first ripping the man's leg off at the knee. As he topples the axe spins and the man's head is sheared in half, blood and brains spraying in a wide arc!


Easy (+20) WP or +1 insanity from the butchery



The second soldier doesn't last much longer as Jarla's flail smashes his chest breaking ribs and sending him unconscious and dying to the blood splattered stairs.

Even as that happens the door at the head of the stairs opens revealing a man in his night clothes, a sword in hand - the merchant you were searching for - his back laced with bloody stripes and beside him a severe looking women, naked to the waist with a leather braided whip in her hand and a massive silver comet of Sigmar dangling between her breasts. In Sigmars name what you have done. I'll have you burnt alive for this crime. Filled with her own righteous indignation she has no care about what the scene looks like to the party at the base of the stairs.

[ptdapen]

Jarla looks down at the man she has felled. "No, no, no, you can't die yet," she starts off, though she is interrupted by the coming of new enemies. She tilts her head at the nude woman. A gut instinct tells her that, despite wearing nothing, her faith would protect her. Another part tells her that she is merely being superstitious. Those who had fought against her in the pit naked were able to be killed. Plus it would appear the man is a sort of flagellant.

"What are you hiding, dear merchant?" the fighter asks with a smirk on her face.

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Jamdak stares in mute disbelief at the bloody mess before him. He stands still while the blood spreads on the floor, momentarily disgusted at the sight. Manlings are so... delicate? He thinks to himself. A smile spreads through his face, slowly curling his lips into a bestial snarl. They are right. If Sigmar's blessed are so weak, I must have found true strength now. Let these people know that I am a bringer of blood and dealer of death.

He half twists his body, looking crookedly up the stairs, staring at the merchant and the woman. "Drop your weapons and surrender if you wish to escape this manling's fate," Jamdak says as he nudges the mangled body with his boot, knowing that the sight of a blood-spattered dwarf grinning madly standing over a broken corpse is, at the very least, extraordinary.

Intimidate: [roll0] vs 34
Ugh. :smallfrown:

[Raunchel]

When Alexis hears the threat, she assumes that they have won the fight. And she bravely advances into the room. The sight is shocking to her, and she feels happy that she didn't see the actual fighting, it must have been horrible. She looks away, towards the others, and then she sees the woman, and the man. They seem to be involved in some rather unbecoming way. "I strongly recommend that you follow my dear friend's suggestion. Things might end up quite badly if you don't."

I guess that this would be trying charm, rather than blunt force: [roll0] vs 33 (I need advances in that direction I fear)

[Starbin]

With the guards slain, Otto blinked at the blood and gore, starting to say something when the door upstairs suddenly opened. Looking back and forth between the woman and the man, Otto almost chuckled out loud. For all the woman's indignation, Otto wasn't sure where naked whipping played in the Sigmar litany of worship.

WP (27) = Easy (20) = TN 47 [roll0]

[cybric]

As the guards fall dead upon the ground Theodora breathes in a long and deep breath trying to reel herself in from the experience. As she takes in the blood and good of the scene her mind struggles to rationalize what they had just don . Philip has said they were bad people and that the mother despises those that allow are to come to other but could the mother really ever forgive this? The act was heinous enough but her true sin was the enjoyment she took when she charged at the guard. Eben though she had not actually landed a blow she kept returning to that moment and she would remember it fondly for years

As the two come into the room Theodora can't help but blush a little at the priestesses baked form. Standing three confidently with nothing but her gods symbol between her breasts it was surely a sight she never would had seen at temple.

Her hand droid to her belt and she draws a dagger turning it over in her hand to a reversed grip. listen to her sigmite there doesn't need to be anymore blood but... but if you push... we'll have no choice

[DrK]

The priestess is having none of it clearly as she stares daggers at you all. You have murdered Sigmar's holy warriors. Get them!" she shouts to the merchant beside her. As you stand a bit closer to him you get the impression that he may not be a mere merchant as he looks strong and powerful. He readies his blade, a long hand a half sword in his hand as he drops into a guarded stance.

The woman utters a long prayer to Sigmar as power glows and flickers around her as for many of you the visible power of faith's manifestation is shocking to see!


The merchant - guarded stance at the top of the stairs

Woman
Invocation [roll0] TN ??
Utter a magic spell [roll1] + [roll2] if the invocation is successful.

[ptdapen]

"I didn't sign up to fight any sorcery," Jarla mutters to the rest of the group. Plus it would appear that the merchant is more than what they were lead to believe. She starts to backpedal, not out of fear but rather pragmatism. "Let's draw them out of their high ground," the pit fighter whispers to them. "She ought to chase us, don't you think?"

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The Slayer barely register's Jarla's suggestion. This is looking like a good fight. He might even find his doom here - at the hands of a sorceress instead of small-time brigands in this cesspool.

Without uttering another sound, he charges straight up the stairs to strike at the half-naked woman.

Action: Charge Attack (Full Action)

• Attack: [roll0] vs 69 (10% WS bonus due to Charge) HIT! (21 Right Arm)
• Damage: [roll1] +4 = 14 (Impact, SMB)
• Ulric's: [roll2]
• Total Damage: 14+6=20

[cybric]

Theodora smile as Jamdak charges in her new found thrill overcoming her and driving her to join in agai . She pulls her know from her waist hoping that maybe another blade would help her. She turns it over in her hand and charges at the woman




52 vs [roll0]

Damage [roll1] +3 =

Ulric [roll2]

[Starbin]

Otto followed the other two up, his halberd ready to lash out if necessary. He would have attacked the merchant, but on the off-chance the man was weaker than he looked (or Otto landed a lucky blow), he was concerned about killing him. Based on their orders, killing the man would be bad ...

Instead, he tried to get into a position where he could either attack the woman as well, or at least support his companions.

I'm guessing there's not much room for three fighters, and I don't know if halberds actually have reach in this game, so Otto will stand by ...

[Raunchel]

Alexis remains below the stairs, taking in the whole situation, and hoping that the warriors can solve all this in a favourable manner.

[DrK]

Jamdak and Theodora race up the stairs towards the merchant and the priestess. Jamdak levelling a truly mighty blow at her that would have removed her arm. Luckily she jerks her arm out of the way at the last second, the axe burying itself in the woodwork. Beside the raging dwarf Theodora lashes out but her blade goes wild.

The merchant looks around, stepping back towards the solid wooden door in his room. Bellowing fit to wake the dead as he tries to attract attention. Faint hints of red fire around her arm as she lashes out at the angry dwarf! Luckily for him he ducks under the attack as it goes wild and she shouts about glories to the twin tailed comet!


THe merchant withdraws towards his bedroom

Crazed fanatic priest Vs Jamdak [roll0] Vs ?? damage [roll1]




Otto can fit in don't worry

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Jamdak curses under his breath in Khazalid and wrests the axe free of the woodwork. He turns around in time to see the magical fire being hurled at him and his quick reflexes allow him to dodge the blast.

Grinning, he turns his full attention at the fanatical woman before him. "Nowhere to run now, crazy witch."

Action: Swift Attack (Full Action) vs Kinky Sigmarite
• Attack 1: [roll0] vs 59 HIT! (11 Head)

• Damage: [roll1] +4 = 11 (Impact, SMB)
• Ulric's: [roll2]
• Attack 2: [roll3] vs 59 HIT! (04 Head)

• Damage: [roll4] +4 = 11 (Impact, SMB)
• Ulric's: [roll5]
• Total Damage: 11+11=22

[Starbin]

(OOC - Sorry about that ... I seem to have forgotten to post! I wonder if the lady will survive the dwarven Cuisinart ...

Otto moved forward, ready to attack the woman if necessary, but with the ferocity the dwarf attacked, he wasn't sure how she could avoid the grim reaper. Instead, he decided to take his fight to the merchant. The man couldn't attack without a weapon, could he?

I don't have my books and such, but is there a disarm maneuver available to just anyone? If so, how do I go about doing that?

If not, I suppose Otto could just aim and attempt a more 'organic' disarming maneuver ...

[cybric]

Theodora feels the breeze of Jamdak's axe as he swings it at the cultist, the cloth on her skin and the pounding over her heart. She had not landed a single blow yet Jamdak was much more skilled than she and Theodora gets a feeling of satisfaction the he had agreed to teach her about fighting. She had apparently chosen well. Get her Jamdak! Your in for it now sweet this dwarfs going to carve you apart!


[roll0] vs 52 attack the lady.
[roll1] damage

Hopefully one of this times Theodora will hit. Has any of us actually taken damage yet? after the fight I can heal people up.

[DrK]

the battle at the top of the stairs intensifies as Jamdak swings the axe about his head with lethal efficiency. The battle trained half naked witch ducks the first blow, the second catching her in the face leaving a massive bleeding scar down her cheek and jaw. She hisses a curse in rage, then Theordora steps forward a dagger glancing along a rib but leaing only the smalles scratch. The woman howls in return For the Heldenhammer!" the flail lashing at the dwarf.


All out attack on Jamdak [roll0] TN 54 dam [roll1]



For Otto the man dances back, light on his feet lashing out at Otto after the failed attemt to disarm him as despite Otto grabbing his arms the man managed to slide out, sword thrusting at Otto's chest.


Half: stab Otto [roll2] TN43 dam [roll3]
Half: parrying stance

[Raunchel]

Alexis looks on, aghast. Things might go very wrong, and she will be recognized, so she will have to flee. But that means losing everything. And she can't fight, she has never in her whole life used a weapon, and these are warriors!

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Cursing again as the woman dodges under his first blow, the dwarf takes the flail hit to his side in stride - he can certainly handle the punishment, but the constant dodging and weaving is beginning to annoy him. Why must manlings be so fast and delicate?

Annoyed, Jamdak swings his greataxe in a figure of eight pattern before him, slashing at the woman.

Action: Swift Attack (Full Action) vs Kinky Sigmarite
• Attack 1: [roll0] vs 59 HIT! (64 Body)

• Damage: [roll1] +4 = 23 (Impact, SMB)
• Ulric's: [roll2]
• Attack 2: [roll3] vs 59 MISS! :smallfrown:

• Damage: [roll4] +4 = 0 (Impact, SMB)
• Ulric's: [roll5]
• Total Damage: 23

[Starbin]

With the priestess' time in this world over, Otto grinned and moved to attack again, trying to grab the man as best he could. He had almost lost his head on that last attack, so perhaps their luck was changing ...

Okay, grappling again ... if Otto can aim, he'll do that. And at this point, I think we outnumber the merchant (three to one?)

[roll0] vs TN 38 + Aim (if possible) + outnumbered (3 to 1?). Again, I don't have my ebooks, but I'm sure someone will have the appropriate adds :smallsmile:

EDIT: Hunh, whaddya know ...

[DrK]

Blood explodes everywere as the naked top half of the priestess is hurled backwards, legs and intestines pouring down the stairs like a grotesque and vile waterfall of gore.


Could all the players aside from Otto please make very easy (+30) agility tests of fall prone on the tide of gore



Otto grabs at the man who dances back out of reach before he turns and flees through the nearest doorway. The door slamming shut behind him as he is clearly rattled by the brutal and horrific dismemberment of the woman!


He withdraws and closes (but not locks) the door

[ptdapen]

[roll0] vs. Agility + 30 (64)

"Well then, I overestimated her," Jarla mutters as she walks up the stairs. Her boots slide off the gore but she manages to remain standing. "Oi, Mister... shoot I forgot his name. Don't make this more difficult than it has to be."

[Starbin]

Otto growled, frustrated by the man's elusiveness. "If this man's a merchant, then I'm the Emperor's handmaiden ..." Moving forward quickly so that he didn't escape further, Otto reached for the door and opened it.

"Knock, knock, bastard ..."

Not sure if Otto can make another attack or spends his time moving forward and opening the door ...

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The dwarf's mighty swing cleaves the bare-chested woman from rib to hip, separating her body in a torrent of blood and entrails. He revels in the carnage, unconsciously finding fulfillment in the flowing blood. Jamdak's entire weight was behind that swing and he becomes overbalanced; his boot slipping on the slick blood he falls with a dull thud.

Grinning like a maniac, he gathers himself up just as Otto opens the door. He flourishes his greataxe menacingly and addresses their mark. "I'll say it once more. Drop the weapon and surrender and you'll live, manling. Now."

Uhm, I forgot to roll Intimidation. DrK, let me know if you require a roll or feel free make the roll yourself.

[DrK]

Otto and Jamdak bounce off the door the first time, hearing the faint grunt from the far side as their prey resists. Both putting their shoulders in again works well, too well as the door flies open hurling the man across the floor of what appears to be an office with a heavy oaken desk strewn in papers and a large set of ornate shelves with an expensive collection of books on it.

The man sprawled across the floor looks up at the blood soaked and gore splattered home invaders, fear whitening his eyes. "In Shallya's name. mercy. Please, mercy I beg you. I have money, I am rich I can pay you off as long as you spare me....

[Raunchel]

Alexis heads up the stairs, careful to not slip or besmirch her clothes with the blood. "My dear friends here wish to make you a gift. And they strongly insist on the acceptance of it."

[ptdapen]

I'm going to assume I still have the box instead of handing it off.

"The money does sound good," Jarla muses, though she has no intention of diverting from her objective. She hesitates for a brief moment before pulling the box out of her bag. "Here's your gift, kind sir."

[DrK]

The man looks a mixture of rageful and terrified as he crouches on the floor, still in a state of disarray. He looks at the box. Eyes filled with suspicion before he speaks. "Who do work for? What is in there?". Fear creeping in he tries to rise."You may open it." he graciously allows to Jarla.

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Stepping aside for Alexis, the dwarf then moves and blocks the door, cutting off that escape route. He glances over to his bloody handiwork and a dark grin crosses his face. Now is the time for the more sociable humans to do the talking. He strains his ears against the night and keeps watch, every now and again menacingly locking eyes with the defeated merchant.

[ptdapen]

Intimidation: [roll0] vs. 42? (Strength 42 + Modifiers?)

"You're in no position to be making requests," Jarla growls as she slams the box in front of the merchant. She is unaware how she is coming off; either legitimately terrifying or as minuscule as a child's tantrum. "My main concern is how you are wasting my time. Make this easy for the both of us."