Glind River Bridge
Alicia searches the splattered corpse of her enemy, finding the scroll he was reading from, and a small pouch of coins. She also sees he was wearing some arm-bands made of gold, and the white robe he’s wearing has some very intricate designs on it, and is made of a silk-like substance, so it might have some value of its own. Of course, it’s unlikely anyone would buy the robe and bracers unless all the blood was washed from it.
Alev continues down the bridge and takes another shot at the far archer, hitting him square in the chest. He moans in pain, but then retaliates, sending an arrow into Alev’s shoulder. Meanwhile, the other archer shakes off his paralysis momentarily, long enough to shoot an arrow into Lydia’s arm.
[Alev’s attack rolled 19+6-2=AC 23, hit. Rolled 8 damage. Alev took 6 damage, Lydia took 5.]
In the river, Gwyn lashes out with his claws, both scratching at the girl’s throat. As more blood seeps into the water, the girl looks very hurt, and for once, very scared, but having little choice, she slashes her dagger across Gwyn’s cheek, the flesh sizzling at it’s touch. The floating ball of fire again tries to engulf the girl, but she manages to avoid it, at the same time avoiding Lydia’s crossbow bolt whizzing by her.
[Gwyn rolled 15+5=AC 20, and 18+5=AC 23, both hit. Damage is 4+2=6 and 2+2=4. Gwyn took 4 points of damage. Lydia’s attack rolled 9+5-4=AC 10, missed.]
On the bridge, Maximillian says to Sunedilar “Trying to make me lose my weapon, are you? That’s a good strategy, someone trained you well. But perhaps someone trained me better!” Max takes his sword and strikes at Sunedilar’s chain, attempting to wrap it and pull it from the warriors hand, but Sunedilar slips the chain free. A small smile passes Max’s lips as he adds “Or perhaps not.”
[Max tried to disarm, but Sunedilar rolled 19+9=28 to resist.]
[OOC Stopping here… finding the loot took Alicia 1 round, grabbing it all would take another 2 rounds. Is Alicia taking the time to grab it all, or do something else?]
[Characters by initative, damage:
Alicia, HPs: 21(+4 NL)/38, poisoned (-3 Dex)
Alev, HPs: 17/23
Blink Dog, unhurt, afraid
Archer 1, unhurt
Archer 2, hurt
Man in white robes, dead
Gwyn, HP:11(+3 NL)/26
Woman in leather armor, very hurt
Maximillian, unhurt
Lydia, HP:16/26
Girdra, unhurt
Sunedilar, HP: 35(+8 NL)/38]
Outside the general store in Taeirn
As Aligor approaches, ready to attack, he hears Fury say to the woman “Do you work for this… Hex, or not, cow? Tell me your name and I’ll consider letting you up.” The woman wiggles free of the bola, but is still held down by Fury’s foot, although it will clearly be more difficult for him to keep her that way now. She yells some unintelligible curses at Fury, who asks Aligor, “Have you seen this woman before? She was outside the antique store when I entered, and was still there when I left. I thought perhaps she was following me, but it seems more likely now that it was you she was interested in.” Aligor has never seen this elf before, that he remembers, anyway.
Quentin’s Cubbyhole
[OOC- GFA, while Taria’s on her own, no problem with long delays on posting]
As T’aria watches everyone in the common room, she gets the impression that everyone is watching her as well. Most are subtle about it, but the woman playing the harp occasionally plays a bit out of tune, paying more attention to the half-demon than her playing.
After only a few minutes waiting, while the elderly halfling has just smiled at T’aria attentions, someone walks through the doors juggling three daggers, and T’aria immediately recognizes her as the halfling, Shadow. Most everyone in the room looks up from what they are doing to smile and nod at her, except for the female musician, who seems to purposely avoid making eye contact. Shadow walks to T’aria’s table, nimbly slipping her daggers into their sheaths, and sits down.
“So, my new friend, I hope you’ve had an entirely uneventful morning. From what I’ve heard, there’s been even more violence this morn than there was the other night. Tell me, were you, and your well-named horse, able to avoid all the commotion?” The halfling has a wry smile on her face, as if she knows, at least something, about the fiasco that the meeting with the dwarf turned out to be. The room is large enough, and Shadow is talking quietly enough, that it’s unlikely anyone the half-demon can see is monitoring the conversation.
Before T’aria can answer, the female elf returns with T’aria’s order, and regardless of what animal it comes from, it smells delicious. Shadow says to her “You know me, sweets always come first. If I have to leave in a hurry, I want to be sure to have had my pastries.” The elf smiles and leaves, apparently knowing from experience what Shadow typically orders. Shadow then says to T’aria, “Seriously, I’d love to hear all the juicy details about this morning. It’s not everyday a thieves guild is almost entirely wiped out; every other day, perhaps, but not every day.”
