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<blockquote data-quote="ThirdWizard" data-source="post: 6630111" data-attributes="member: 12037"><p>The attack in the bar was swift, professional, and the onslaught seemed to go down before anyone knew what was happening. The Godsman on the floor was being dragged toward the staircase while the two men at the bar covered the room, with the last one of the remaining cutters at the table getting up to help to drag their captive away. The man’s struggling against the two was proving fruitless, his eyes flailing wildly around the bar desperate for aid. The last cutter at the table started making his way toward the stairs, while the the man up top with the crooked nose kept his aim readied at the remaining Godsman below, his eyes sharp. </p><p></p><p>The rest of the room was slow to react, caught completely unaware by the sudden overtaking of the group of Godsmen who most of which at this point lay dead or dying. As soon as those few moments passed, however, the room was hit by panick. The gamblers jumped underneath their table and barflies tried to find hiding places, diving around barstools and running to corners, away from the men with crossbows and swords. The Guvner and Athar slid under the table.</p><p></p><p>The gathered group at the table in the middle of the bar, however, acted in a blur rivaling that of the bar’s attackers. Mozzy flew into action, flinging a ball of fire into one of the crossbowmen at the bar, Aurian following suit, and dropping that assailant to the ground with a cry of pain. Mehen’s first objective was to protect one of the two remaining Godsmen, and he charged one of the cutters dragging the poor sod away, slamming his maul into one of the men, who turned on the dragonborn with a quickly drawn pair of shortswords, keeping him busy to let his ally continue to drag the Godsman away. The dragonborn positioned himself between the crossbowman at the top of the stairs and the bewildered, but yet untouched, Godsman, who took the opportunity to hide under the table that the group had been sitting at. Mehen was then quickly flanked by the cutter who had remained at the table, a large man who produced a broadsword in one hand, and a dagger in the other.</p><p></p><p>The Godsman being dragged away, now by a single attacker fought back with renewed vigor, clawing at the assailant. However he was quickly knocked on the side of the head into unconsciousness with the hilt of the man’s longsword. As Mehen and his opponents squared off, the crossbowman at the top of the stairs covered his friends, letting loose bolts at first Mozzy then Aurian, who found cover behind flipped tables after their spellcasting. Just as things were starting to turn against them, one of the last men in, covered in a cloak at the bar, threw off the cloak revealing himself to be Jer. Smiling, the man drew a dagger, stabbing the shocked crossbowman at the bar in the arm. The man cried out, dropping his crossbow and producing a dagger of his own, turning toward Jer snarling.</p><p></p><p>More spells flew from Mozzy and Aurian, and weapons clashed, Mehen’s flail spinning and flying through the air, and two of the six assailants were dropped quickly. Jer had retreated to join Mozzy and Aurian under cover, a nasty cut along his forehead leaving a trail of blood down his face that looked worse than it was. This left the sniper at the top of the stairs, the man dragging away the poor unconscious Godsman, and two flankers keeping Mehen busy and injured from his attackers, unable to take cover himself.</p><p></p><p>At this point, the group may well overcome most of the attackers, but no one was yet stopping the Godsman from being abducted.</p><p></p><p>Peeking out from behind the table they had flipped on its side, Mozzy saw a flash, then the silhouette of the sniper landing face down at the bottom of the stairs, unmoving in a pool of dark blood. Looking up, she saw a six foot tall creature, its body a perfect cube, with thin arms and legs and tiny wings. He was holding a halberd and scanning the room to take everything in. An amulet with an unfamiliar symbol hung from his neck, and the crest of the Mercykillers was displayed prominently on a brightly colored tabard designed specifically for him. </p><p></p><p>The modron descended, and the cutter who had now reached the bottom of the stairs let go of the Godsman, pulling out a short sword of his own to fight off the newcomer. Two quick thrusts later, both the Mercykiller and the assailant were bloodied, staring each other down. The modron, however, raised his left hand, and it began to glow. As it did so, the wounds that had been inflicted closed, healed. The cutter’s eyes went wide, and he glanced behind him to see how his companions were doing.</p><p></p><p>While this was going on, Jer had made his way over to Mehen who had just managed to take out another one of the attackers with some support from Mozzy and Aurian from behind their makeshift barricade, and with the tables finally turning, the two remaining men dropped their weapons in surrender. The modron’s polearm stopped mid-swing just short of his opponent’s neck, and Jer grabbed the other, binding his wrists with thick rope, and kicking him onto his back to tie his feet as well.</p><p></p><p>Mozzy and Aurian stood, taking in the scene. Tables were turned over, chairs broken. Patrons were taking the opportunity to flee. The woman with the cockatrice was gone, as were the Guvner and Athar. The bartender slowly rose, a look of frustration on his face. Everyone else was in the process of gently making their way past the modron and up the stairs to the streets. The remaining conscious Godsman, who had been lying under the table the whole time, got up and rushed forward to thank his rescuers.</p><p></p><p>“Thank the Source you were here!” He took Mozzy’s hand, shaking it. “I can’t believe someone would attack this place. I’m glad you were here! What were they after, do you think? We should report to the Foundry at once!” He ran his sentences together so much that it was difficult to tell what he was saying.</p><p></p><p>There were so many things to take in, more questions than answers. Why had they been tricked into coming to this place? What was the attack about? Who did the attackers work for? Were they brought here because this was about to go down? The answer to the last question was almost certainly a yes. Aurian took a closer look at the modron’s amulet, trying to place where the symbol on it might have originated. Jer eyed it as he completed binding the second prisoner. </p><p></p><p>“You were the ones attacked. Do you have any idea why someone might be after you?” asked Mozzy.</p><p></p><p>“No, but I’ve heard…” he looked around at the now empty bar. The bartender was the only one left, trying to put some things back in order. “I’ve heard that Godsmen have been assaulted in the area, carted off and found dead later. They’re trying to downplay it. To make it out to be something being handled. Well, handled or not, I don’t feel safe right now.”</p><p></p><p>“No idea why they’re being taken?”</p><p></p><p>“It could be any number of things. Another faction, maybe somebody with it out for Godsmen, maybe with something against our politics. Maybe they think we’ve got some kind of secrets.”</p><p></p><p>“Maybe they’re looking for a particular Godsman,” offered Aurian.</p><p></p><p>“Could be that. Wish I knew. I never thought we’d be attacked so close to home,” the man shivered a little. “I wish I knew who they were.”</p><p></p><p>“Revolutionary League or mercenaries working for them,” the modron said flatly. “I’ve been hunting them. I wish they hadn’t surrendered. Sigil would be a better place without them.”</p><p></p><p>The group turned to him. </p><p></p><p>“Thanks,” said Mehen, “We owe you.”</p><p></p><p>“I was merely hunting criminals. The fact that you were fighting them as well was merely a coincidence. A helpful one.”</p><p></p><p>“Do modrons believe in coincidences?” asked Aurian.</p><p></p><p>“Of course,” he replied. “We believe in probabilities.”</p><p></p><p>Mehen nodded, “Well, we still owe you. What’s your name? I’m Mehen. This is Mozzy, Aurian, and Jer.”</p><p></p><p>“Nice to meet you,” said Jer, still looking at the modron’s amulet with curiosity.</p><p></p><p>“I’m Two-Nine-Eight.”</p><p></p><p>“And…” Mehen held his hands open in front of him, “They were Anarchists?”</p><p></p><p>“Or working for Anarchists. I learned that Revolutionary League are operating in the Lower Ward near the Great Foundry. I was on patrol here when I heard the sounds of battle. I recognize this one,” he pointed to sniper who he had knocked down the stairs. The man’s neck was broken and his head laying in an awkward position, “from a wanted poster located outside the Barracks. It didn’t mention faction affiliation, but bounties rarely do.”</p><p></p><p>“Do you know what they’re plans are?”</p><p></p><p>“To spread dissonance in Sigil. To disturb the order and bring chaos. To lay low the rightful rule of law and create a period of unrest for our fair city.”</p><p></p><p>Aurian and Mozzy exchanged looks, Jer rolled his eyes.</p><p></p><p>“I think he meant… that is… in the more immediate sense,” explained Mozzy.</p><p></p><p>Two-Nine-Eight gave it some thought. “That, I do not know. I find it difficult to understand the motivations and plans of individual Revolutionary League cells and members.”</p><p></p><p>“Then how do you find them?”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t need to understand their goals. I just need to follow their tracks.”</p><p></p><p>“And you heard about them attacking Godsmen around the Great Foundry.”</p><p></p><p>“Exactly.”</p><p></p><p>It made sense, even if there was still little in the way of understanding. So, they at least knew a little bit more about what was going on. Still, the idea that someone had lured them here wasn’t sitting well with anyone.</p><p></p><p>Aurian decided to take a long shot, “You didn’t trick us into coming here did you?”</p><p></p><p>“Trick?” Two-Nine-Eight looked almost offended, if such an expression on it’s face were possible.</p><p></p><p>“I’ll take that as a no.”</p><p></p><p>“We’ll question these guys, then hand them over to the Harmonium,” said Mehen.</p><p></p><p>“That is acceptable. People say something here about a snake’s head,” said Two-Nine-Eight.</p><p></p><p>“Something like that, yes.” Mehen looked at the man Jer had just finished tying up and smiled. “Let’s have at this.” The man broke quickly.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ThirdWizard, post: 6630111, member: 12037"] The attack in the bar was swift, professional, and the onslaught seemed to go down before anyone knew what was happening. The Godsman on the floor was being dragged toward the staircase while the two men at the bar covered the room, with the last one of the remaining cutters at the table getting up to help to drag their captive away. The man’s struggling against the two was proving fruitless, his eyes flailing wildly around the bar desperate for aid. The last cutter at the table started making his way toward the stairs, while the the man up top with the crooked nose kept his aim readied at the remaining Godsman below, his eyes sharp. The rest of the room was slow to react, caught completely unaware by the sudden overtaking of the group of Godsmen who most of which at this point lay dead or dying. As soon as those few moments passed, however, the room was hit by panick. The gamblers jumped underneath their table and barflies tried to find hiding places, diving around barstools and running to corners, away from the men with crossbows and swords. The Guvner and Athar slid under the table. The gathered group at the table in the middle of the bar, however, acted in a blur rivaling that of the bar’s attackers. Mozzy flew into action, flinging a ball of fire into one of the crossbowmen at the bar, Aurian following suit, and dropping that assailant to the ground with a cry of pain. Mehen’s first objective was to protect one of the two remaining Godsmen, and he charged one of the cutters dragging the poor sod away, slamming his maul into one of the men, who turned on the dragonborn with a quickly drawn pair of shortswords, keeping him busy to let his ally continue to drag the Godsman away. The dragonborn positioned himself between the crossbowman at the top of the stairs and the bewildered, but yet untouched, Godsman, who took the opportunity to hide under the table that the group had been sitting at. Mehen was then quickly flanked by the cutter who had remained at the table, a large man who produced a broadsword in one hand, and a dagger in the other. The Godsman being dragged away, now by a single attacker fought back with renewed vigor, clawing at the assailant. However he was quickly knocked on the side of the head into unconsciousness with the hilt of the man’s longsword. As Mehen and his opponents squared off, the crossbowman at the top of the stairs covered his friends, letting loose bolts at first Mozzy then Aurian, who found cover behind flipped tables after their spellcasting. Just as things were starting to turn against them, one of the last men in, covered in a cloak at the bar, threw off the cloak revealing himself to be Jer. Smiling, the man drew a dagger, stabbing the shocked crossbowman at the bar in the arm. The man cried out, dropping his crossbow and producing a dagger of his own, turning toward Jer snarling. More spells flew from Mozzy and Aurian, and weapons clashed, Mehen’s flail spinning and flying through the air, and two of the six assailants were dropped quickly. Jer had retreated to join Mozzy and Aurian under cover, a nasty cut along his forehead leaving a trail of blood down his face that looked worse than it was. This left the sniper at the top of the stairs, the man dragging away the poor unconscious Godsman, and two flankers keeping Mehen busy and injured from his attackers, unable to take cover himself. At this point, the group may well overcome most of the attackers, but no one was yet stopping the Godsman from being abducted. Peeking out from behind the table they had flipped on its side, Mozzy saw a flash, then the silhouette of the sniper landing face down at the bottom of the stairs, unmoving in a pool of dark blood. Looking up, she saw a six foot tall creature, its body a perfect cube, with thin arms and legs and tiny wings. He was holding a halberd and scanning the room to take everything in. An amulet with an unfamiliar symbol hung from his neck, and the crest of the Mercykillers was displayed prominently on a brightly colored tabard designed specifically for him. The modron descended, and the cutter who had now reached the bottom of the stairs let go of the Godsman, pulling out a short sword of his own to fight off the newcomer. Two quick thrusts later, both the Mercykiller and the assailant were bloodied, staring each other down. The modron, however, raised his left hand, and it began to glow. As it did so, the wounds that had been inflicted closed, healed. The cutter’s eyes went wide, and he glanced behind him to see how his companions were doing. While this was going on, Jer had made his way over to Mehen who had just managed to take out another one of the attackers with some support from Mozzy and Aurian from behind their makeshift barricade, and with the tables finally turning, the two remaining men dropped their weapons in surrender. The modron’s polearm stopped mid-swing just short of his opponent’s neck, and Jer grabbed the other, binding his wrists with thick rope, and kicking him onto his back to tie his feet as well. Mozzy and Aurian stood, taking in the scene. Tables were turned over, chairs broken. Patrons were taking the opportunity to flee. The woman with the cockatrice was gone, as were the Guvner and Athar. The bartender slowly rose, a look of frustration on his face. Everyone else was in the process of gently making their way past the modron and up the stairs to the streets. The remaining conscious Godsman, who had been lying under the table the whole time, got up and rushed forward to thank his rescuers. “Thank the Source you were here!” He took Mozzy’s hand, shaking it. “I can’t believe someone would attack this place. I’m glad you were here! What were they after, do you think? We should report to the Foundry at once!” He ran his sentences together so much that it was difficult to tell what he was saying. There were so many things to take in, more questions than answers. Why had they been tricked into coming to this place? What was the attack about? Who did the attackers work for? Were they brought here because this was about to go down? The answer to the last question was almost certainly a yes. Aurian took a closer look at the modron’s amulet, trying to place where the symbol on it might have originated. Jer eyed it as he completed binding the second prisoner. “You were the ones attacked. Do you have any idea why someone might be after you?” asked Mozzy. “No, but I’ve heard…” he looked around at the now empty bar. The bartender was the only one left, trying to put some things back in order. “I’ve heard that Godsmen have been assaulted in the area, carted off and found dead later. They’re trying to downplay it. To make it out to be something being handled. Well, handled or not, I don’t feel safe right now.” “No idea why they’re being taken?” “It could be any number of things. Another faction, maybe somebody with it out for Godsmen, maybe with something against our politics. Maybe they think we’ve got some kind of secrets.” “Maybe they’re looking for a particular Godsman,” offered Aurian. “Could be that. Wish I knew. I never thought we’d be attacked so close to home,” the man shivered a little. “I wish I knew who they were.” “Revolutionary League or mercenaries working for them,” the modron said flatly. “I’ve been hunting them. I wish they hadn’t surrendered. Sigil would be a better place without them.” The group turned to him. “Thanks,” said Mehen, “We owe you.” “I was merely hunting criminals. The fact that you were fighting them as well was merely a coincidence. A helpful one.” “Do modrons believe in coincidences?” asked Aurian. “Of course,” he replied. “We believe in probabilities.” Mehen nodded, “Well, we still owe you. What’s your name? I’m Mehen. This is Mozzy, Aurian, and Jer.” “Nice to meet you,” said Jer, still looking at the modron’s amulet with curiosity. “I’m Two-Nine-Eight.” “And…” Mehen held his hands open in front of him, “They were Anarchists?” “Or working for Anarchists. I learned that Revolutionary League are operating in the Lower Ward near the Great Foundry. I was on patrol here when I heard the sounds of battle. I recognize this one,” he pointed to sniper who he had knocked down the stairs. The man’s neck was broken and his head laying in an awkward position, “from a wanted poster located outside the Barracks. It didn’t mention faction affiliation, but bounties rarely do.” “Do you know what they’re plans are?” “To spread dissonance in Sigil. To disturb the order and bring chaos. To lay low the rightful rule of law and create a period of unrest for our fair city.” Aurian and Mozzy exchanged looks, Jer rolled his eyes. “I think he meant… that is… in the more immediate sense,” explained Mozzy. Two-Nine-Eight gave it some thought. “That, I do not know. I find it difficult to understand the motivations and plans of individual Revolutionary League cells and members.” “Then how do you find them?” “I don’t need to understand their goals. I just need to follow their tracks.” “And you heard about them attacking Godsmen around the Great Foundry.” “Exactly.” It made sense, even if there was still little in the way of understanding. So, they at least knew a little bit more about what was going on. Still, the idea that someone had lured them here wasn’t sitting well with anyone. Aurian decided to take a long shot, “You didn’t trick us into coming here did you?” “Trick?” Two-Nine-Eight looked almost offended, if such an expression on it’s face were possible. “I’ll take that as a no.” “We’ll question these guys, then hand them over to the Harmonium,” said Mehen. “That is acceptable. People say something here about a snake’s head,” said Two-Nine-Eight. “Something like that, yes.” Mehen looked at the man Jer had just finished tying up and smiled. “Let’s have at this.” The man broke quickly. [/QUOTE]
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