[Nexus] The Black Dragon's Den

[McBish]

Angie walks into the bar and quickly takes in what is going on and decides to stick close to the wall. She watches the fight out of the corner of her eye as she makes her way around the room trying to find a small part of the bar that the fight hasn't reached yet.

The young woman considers putting up her ignore me aura, but that would make it impossible to be served anything.

[ApeofLight]

*Crash!*

Teb makes it through the window safely! Mostly safely! Wounded! Survivable! Well, between Moff's dagger and that gnomish crossbow, along with him having to jump through the window and the split second where Raril was blinded his right arm is... pretty messed up.

But not messed up enough for him to run away into an alley and disappear into the shadows. Good thing he wasn't looking anywhere near Ilpholin when she did the beauty thingy of blindness.

Hooray! The evil drow got away with a new set of enemies that he wants to kill oh so badly. Also if he's lucky he might not loose his arm. Though he's probably going to need a healer soon for that.

[Morty]

Dipsnig staggers, slowly regaining his eyesight. Sensitive goblin eyes or not, he's been blinded a lot since leaving home and he got used to it. Yeowch... where's that kobold-loving bastard who blinded me? Looking at the smashed window, he gets a very definite suspicion.

[Reinholdt]

*Crash!*

Teb makes it through the window safely! Mostly safely! Wounded! Survivable! Well, between Moff's dagger and that gnomish crossbow, along with him having to jump through the window and the split second where Raril was blinded his right arm is... pretty messed up.

But not messed up enough for him to run away into an alley and disappear into the shadows. Good thing he wasn't looking anywhere near Ilpholin when she did the beauty thingy of blindness.

Hooray! The evil drow got away with a new set of enemies that he wants to kill oh so badly. Also if he's lucky he might not loose his arm. Though he's probably going to need a healer soon for that.

He wasn't watching his enemies when he was making his escape, especially one he seemed to be watching the entire fight?
That's a good way to make sure one gets killed rather quickly while trying.

Ilpholin turns off her blinding beauty, recovering almost as quickly as Dipsnig and stoops to help Becky goes to check on Raril thanks the Moff immediately exits to chase after the blood trail and hunt Teb down ASAP. She's not the most gracious of allies.

[ApeofLight]

Ilpholin will be able to follow it for a while but it seems Teb quickly started to bandage his arm once he was out. This makes the blood trail harder and harder to follow as it goes along and after a while you'd probably need a skilled tracker to continue to follow Teb's tracks.

[Earl of Purple]

If anybody needs a tracker, there's a Deeptroll sitting at a table, eating fish messily. The deeptroll is 7ft tall, although probably taller due to the hunched back, with white skin and blue light-organs on a stalk of flesh protruding from his forehead and his wrists. The creature from over a mile underground is wearing a loincloth and a blindfold over his large eyes. The darktroll also asked specifically for the oldest fish available, making him rather smelly at the moment.

Deeptrolls are good trackers; living in the lightless depths of the world means they need to be to survive.

[Artemis97]

"He got away, didn't he?" Raril asks no one in particularly, mostly because he can't see anyone he would be talking to. Staring blankly, he reloads the crossbow in his hands by feel alone.

[VampireRot]

"Hey! HEY!!! Where can I get some water in here? I'm kinda on fire!"

Rot waves his flaming arms around. He is indeed on fire. Interesting.

[The Bushranger]

Becky, meanwhile, curls up on the floor, still shuddering and whimpering in pain.

Seems the Sunburst double-whammied her - she's both sensitive to light and her mind didn't react well to having the shadows it was controlling suddenly seared away.

[Artemis97]

"Hey, Daggernose?" Raril pipes up.

"Ya, boss?" The Goblin answers.

"Can you get the man some water?"

Daggernose nods and picks up a bucket of soapy water from the corner and tosses its contents at Rot.

Raril, meanwhile, sets his crossbow on the counter, and tries to carefully make his way towards Becky.

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin will be able to follow it for a while but it seems Teb quickly started to bandage his arm once he was out. This makes the blood trail harder and harder to follow as it goes along and after a while you'd probably need a skilled tracker to continue to follow Teb's tracks.

Teb is very fast indeed to bandage himself so quickly while running for his life. Realizing there really was no chance of killing Teb, Ilpholin returns to the Black Dragon Den in an extremely foul mood, going to step over Becky and take a seat without saying a word.

[VampireRot]

"Thank you. Bloody slow though..."

Rot grumbles a bit and returns to his seat. He orders another Ichor. Seeing as how he needs some blood to drink to heal all those nasty burns.

[The Bushranger]

Becky, needless to say, isn't going anywhere fast - or at all, still suffering the physical and mental pain - dimming a bit as time passes, true, but it's still there.

[ApeofLight]

Well not so much as bandage as wrap it up in his cloak so blood wouldn't get anywhere easily.

[Artemis97]

"Ilpholin? Daughter..." Raril asks, reluctantly. "They didn't happen to teach you priestess' magic, did they?"

Oh, he knew it was a risk, asking for her help, but right now he was blind, unable to help himself, or poor Becky.

[VampireRot]

Rot grins and steps over to Becky. He peers down at her and licks his lips. Shame he'd probably get yelled at if he had a little snack. And Gordon probably wouldn't be too happy either. He pokes her with a foot.

"Hehe."

[Reinholdt]

"OF COURSE NOT!!" Ilpholin screams as she throws a bottle at the wall causing it to shatter loudly. When the heck did she get a bottle?

Her voice becomes shrill and mocking and disgusted. "You can't be a priestess Ilpholin. You're not one of Lolth's children Ilpholin. Go back to the surface and stay there you fey whore Ilpholin."

"Your eyes will get better soon enough. Get over it."

She glances at Becky, huffs and stands up. The nymph will go over to try to grab her and shove her under a table where it's dark and there's lots of shadows. She doesn't bother going about it gently.

[The Bushranger]

Maybe she could break Rot's foot in the process?

Being shoved into the shadows seems to make Becky a bit more comfortable.
...well, she stopped whimpering in pain, at least.
"W-w-what happened?" she mutters after a few more minutes.

[VampireRot]

"You saw some sun and curled up to cry like a baby. Hilarious."

Rot grins at her. Despite the being put on fire thing, this was a good day.

[Artemis97]

It's a bar, there's lots of bottles.

Raril cringes when Ilpholin starts shouting. When she finishes, he straightens up and sighs. "They're wrong, you know. You're as much a drow as any of them. Although, right know, I'm not sure if that's anything to be proud of." The drow feels his way over to an empty chair and takes a seat. "How's your friend? It seemed like that spell hit her hard."

[ApeofLight]

*Checks watch*

Hmm, I'd say the poison administered to Raril at the very begging of the whole fight through that little scratch he got when he tossed Tebtranlyn should start to take effect in about two minutes.

Once it starts Raril probably won't notice much. A little blurred vision, weak legs, fatigue. Then about ten minutes after that he should be collapsed onto the floor barely able to move with everything being blurry and ten more minutes after that he shouldn't be able to breath or see and death should soon come after that.

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff carefully walks back to the bar, orders another glass of rat mead, and artfully ignores his fellow AMENites suffering. He will, however, shoot Ilpholin a nasty look during the whole screaming breakdown thingy.

[Reinholdt]

It's a bar, there's lots of bottles.

Raril cringes when Ilpholin starts shouting. When she finishes, he straightens up and sighs. "They're wrong, you know. You're as much a drow as any of them. Although, right know, I'm not sure if that's anything to be proud of." The drow feels his way over to an empty chair and takes a seat. "How's your friend? It seemed like that spell hit her hard."

"I AM drow. She'll be fine."
She considers kicking Becky just so she won't protest, but decides against it. Ilpholin might need her later. Now that they going to have to kidnap someone.

[The Bushranger]

"Rot? I hate you," Becky groans under the table, unfolding and, finally sitting up, grabbing her head. "What the heck was that thing, anyway?"

[Moff Chumley]

I hear yah, sister. Rot, stop being so useless. The Moff has decided Rot is an acceptable target for verbal abuse.

[VampireRot]

"I'm very useful. Just, to myself. And what thing? The drow you fought? That was a drow. They're black elves. And evil. Or the flash of light? That was a flash of light. Nasty spell."

Rot is indeed an acceptable target. Feel free to mock and ridicule him.*

*VampireRot industries takes no responsibilities for any dismemberment experienced after taking our advice.

[Artemis97]

Oh, blurry vision, a symptom he already was experiencing. Tired legs, he most likely won't notice as he's sitting down, and fatigue, well that was to be expected after a fight like that. So... yeah... Raril was in real trouble.

"Suburst." Raril explains for Becky. "As the name indicates, it simulates a burst of raw sunlight, damaging eyes, searing skin, and burning undead." He waves a hand in the general direction of Rot. "Very clever move, really, especially when fighting those who are sensetive to light, as we Drow are. I have to wonder where he learned that, though. It's not a common thing in the underdark."

[The Bushranger]

"Oh. Remind me to kill him slowly for that later. Controlling shadows that suddenly aren't there anymore is not pleasant. At all.

Climbing weakly out from under the table, Becky gives Rot a glare that, if glares could catch vampires on fire, would set him on fire. And looks at Ilpholin. "You alright?"

[VampireRot]

Glares can catch vampires on fire. But only if you're one of them really holy angel things, a Solor or higher, something like that.

"Oh she's having a tantrum. Something about being rejected by the drow for being a lame nymph."

Rot ducks!

[Reinholdt]

"Fine." Ilpholin lies.
"Though Naddy won't be. I hope you made your peace with him dad-"

Ilpholin trails off as her whip is being shot out to try to wrap around Rot's abdomen, turn into a thin steel edge and retract like a tape measure. Because that's usually quite painful.