Metropolis - The Weight of the World (and Found Wanting)

[Phoenix]

"No no no, boss not wanna me drink when I work'n, ya know? Can't let cust'ma take advantage 'm me," she says. "Juss water, k?"

"I tell ya all I know, I just go where 'm asked and do what da custm'r wants, ya know Ham? Aim ta please da boss says. So's he here r not?"

[sblock=OOC] She's playing more stupid n'drunk, but if that's what they're seeing, all the better. Sense motive on Ham to see if he's running interferance, if he recognized when I talked about the distinctive belt, and/or he's just an 'orny ole bastard.[/sblock]

[sblock]Sense Motive check (DC hidden) +15 - Success[/sblock]

Eyeing "Ham" as nothing more than a male with a need, Jasmine watched him pour her a glass of water that had more than a faint hint of yellow, rainwater...probably worse than ale.

Looking across at the drunks oggling her, it seemed that no-one here would know more than their own name, and probably only their first names anyway. Flickering against the wall behind them a shadow appeared above her silhouette, ready to strike her down...

 

[Bront]

[sblock]Sense Motive check (DC hidden) +15 - Success[/sblock]

Eyeing "Ham" as nothing more than a male with a need, Jasmine watched him pour her a glass of water that had more than a faint hint of yellow, rainwater...probably worse than ale.

Looking across at the drunks oggling her, it seemed that no-one here would know more than their own name, and probably only their first names anyway. Flickering against the wall behind them a shadow appeared above her silhouette, ready to strike her down...

Jasmine will slide out of the way, and carefully draw a dagger under her cloak, looking to make sure it's not a simple shadow playing tricks on her. Of course, if it's not, she'll have to dispose of him. Perhaps have a little fun with him first....

[sblock=OOC]Being defensive, she'll take a -2 on her strike for +2 AC, but hold her strike till she's sure she's being attacked, and idealy try to slip behind him, not that she has anything to flank against.[/sblock]

 

[Scotley]

[sblock]In the darkness he could see shapes gathering above him...

In near panic now, his hand flys to his eye wiping at the blood. Jazick scrables on the damp stone just trying to get away. He doesn't bother to rise, simply tumble away from the group surrounding him.

 

[Komodo]

Through the shattered buildings and across the rubble-filled streets, Corbin saw life. A group of six men in chain vests and shields picked their way carefully through the rubble, crossbows pointed into the shadows. The symbol on their shield didn't look like the League's, and the blood sprayed across their armour suggested they were less than friendly.

Corbin ducked into the shadows of a nearby ruined building (Hide +9), his eyes not straying from the strangers. "Best to keep your eyes on a group like this," he whispered to himself. A small hand slid down to one of the daggers on his waist, and the halfling quietly slipped the blade from its sheath. "Just in case...".

 

[Phoenix]

Corbin ducked into the shadows of a nearby ruined building (Hide +9), his eyes not straying from the strangers. "Best to keep your eyes on a group like this," he whispered to himself. A small hand slid down to one of the daggers on his waist, and the halfling quietly slipped the blade from its sheath. "Just in case...".

[sblock]Hide check (DC hidden) +19 - Current Success[/sblock]

The ruins of the Outskirts, coupled with the dusk light, embraced Corbin like a shadow of its own. He waited patiently his eyes narrowing to focus his vision on the group, allowing the noise they created to drift across the streets towards him.

The group looked about nervously, their heads jerking from side to side looking in alleyways and ruined buildings. One of them fired a bolt into the darkness of a collapsed inn, only to cause the others to start and fire several more after them. With no response they looked at each other a little more worried and continued up the street.

The ruined cobblestones at the far end of the street to them begin to bulge, spitting the occasional stone into the air to clatter nearby. Corbin saw something force its way to the surface, something the group of soldiers obviously couldn't see in the poor light.

Corbin had to look again...was that, a fin?

 

[Phoenix]

In near panic now, his hand flys to his eye wiping at the blood. Jazick scrables on the damp stone just trying to get away. He doesn't bother to rise, simply tumble away from the group surrounding him.

[sblock]Tumble check (DC hidden) +20 - Success[/sblock]

The world was a blur as Jazick desperately threw himself to the side, scrambling for the darkness of the alleyway, not bothering to look back until he found cover. Diving behind crates of rotten fish, he stared back at the halfling and his morbid crew, wiping the blood that had stained his eyes onto his tunic.

A crowd of people, at least twenty, seemed to have dragged themselves across the cobblestones, each of them dressed in their sleeping garmets. The front of their clothes were covered in blood and gore, spilling from their spattered mouths where unidentified raw meat was being chewed primitively.

Their eyes were closed, they saw nothing of where they went, but each of them were called to the halfling like a moth to the flame. With a final blood-spraying blow of his whistle, the suited halfling looked evilly across to Jazick, making a deformed grin, and leading the group away, deeper into Candlestick Lane.

 

[Phoenix]

Jasmine will slide out of the way, and carefully draw a dagger under her cloak, looking to make sure it's not a simple shadow playing tricks on her. Of course, if it's not, she'll have to dispose of him. Perhaps have a little fun with him first....

[sblock=OOC]Being defensive, she'll take a -2 on her strike for +2 AC, but hold her strike till she's sure she's being attacked, and idealy try to slip behind him, not that she has anything to flank against.[/sblock]

[sblock]Ham's attack roll (Jasmine - AC 17) +13 - Miss[/sblock]

Ham's great hand crashed down towards Jasmine's head, the bottle in his hand crashing into the table and causing a dent in the soft wood. A wide, wet, evil grin crosses his face as he drunkenly spits, "You'll luv Ham luv, once yav had a bite, cum 'ere!"

 

[Phoenix]

Where once there was death...

Azot blinked.

He stood waste deep in the filth of Metropolis, floating lazily downstream towards a final destination that was a mystery to all but Sebek, probably. His eyes penetrated the darkness with ease, looking up what had caused the tunnel to block, causing more than a little flood damage to the villages "upsteam". It was a little-used tunnel, Azot had been down this part of the sewer many times before, and he was sure that he'd never seen anything like this before.

Dozens of decaying, rotten, dismembered corpses looked like they had been forced up from an underground explosion, creating a pillar of death that had wedged itself into a bizzare pattern, blocking most of the larger...sewer specimens.

If Azot couldn't clear it, the farms upstream would flood and the villages would suffer. What ever caused this problem would have to wait, the blockage needed immediate attention.

 

[Komodo]

Corbin had to look again...was that, a fin?

The halfling squints hard and rubs his eyes, trying to make sure that it's not simply a trick of the light. "Don't think I've seen that before."

[sblock=OOC]
Knowledge (Nature) at +6
Knowledge (Local) at +6
Knowledge (History) at +4
Whichever's appropriate.
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[Bront]

[sblock]Ham's attack roll (Jasmine - AC 17) +13 - Miss[/sblock]

Ham's great hand crashed down towards Jasmine's head, the bottle in his hand crashing into the table and causing a dent in the soft wood. A wide, wet, evil grin crosses his face as he drunkenly spits, "You'll luv Ham luv, once yav had a bite, cum 'ere!"

"I got no time 'er this Ham," Jasmine says. She jiggles her chest, "Payin cust'mahs only if ya 'ant tha goods."

Jasmine uses her little distraction to find a vulnerable spot on the oaf and see if she can knock him out. She didn't want him dead yet.

[sblock=OOC] Feign (Move action) Bluff +9 vs his Sense Motive. -4 to do non-lethal damage (Included) Dagger +1, +5, 1d4+1, 19-20/x2. If Feign worked, he's denied his dex bonus, and add sneak of 2d6.[/sblock]