Vigwyn's The Transmuter's Last Touch [IC]

Zazz clears his throat. "I could attempt to sneak up on the cook, give her a good knock on the head, and that would leave only the prisoners to deal with. We could talk to her once she regained consciousness."

Cyrus, HP 16 (max)

Cyrus says, "I knew Kord would lead us to to the correct decision! He flips his coin, revealing heads. "It's heads! We do whatever heads means! Ahh .. Kord is wise."

Laz gives Cyrus a sideways look, one eyebrow cocked. One more, the young mage if force to wonder if his companion has all his marbles.

"Heads, I believe, was we put off killing them all for now."

Norbrit walks away, grumbling something under his breath.

Zazz can only smile at his gruff companion's nature. With a bow to Lazarus, the elf sweeps his hand toward the passage north. "After you, my diplomatic friend."

Cyrus, HP 19 (max)

"Heads .. Yes .. Diplomacy .. Got it!" exclaims Cyrus, nodding his head in acknowledgement of the group seeing the wisdom of Kord, "Diplomacy means someone who is not me talks to them. The monks taught me that one a long time ago."

Lazarius smiles smugly, pleased that his companions are beginning to recognise the superiority of his well trained intellect. The moment is marred only slightly by Cyrus, once again, putting his slightly bent spin on things. Seriously, how did he ever manage to get ordained. Kord must have been having a snooze or something on that day.

Finally Laz realises everyone is standing still, watching him. The mage's perception coughs quietly in his metaphorical ear and points out that Zazz has motioned for him to go first.

"Eh." It comes out as something of a strangled squeek. "What? No! Ithought youweregoingtoknockheroutandbringherhere." It comes out in a rush.

"I mean," Lazaruis continues after a moment to draw breath and gather his wits, "What I mean is 'No. I would not dream of intruding on your niche', Zazz, my dear companion. Yes, knock her out and bring her here. That was the plan. Then I shall negotiate. Let us stick to the plan or else there will be mayhem.

Nice save whispers the mage's vanity. Lazarius silently agrees.

"I shall prepare myself while you are gone."

Zazz smiles, a cunning, mischievous smile, as Laz backs out of the opportunity to lead the way ahead. "I shall be back in a few minutes, then. Keep your ears open, my friends...I shall give shout if things go awry and I have need of you." WIth that said, the graceful elf gives a spin, his dark, mottled cloak twirling about him, and silently glides off again to the north.


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Zazz is going to attempt to sneak up behind Idruma and knock her unconscious. I'm guessing that means a non-lethal attack, which carrier a -4 penalty. However, she should also be flat-footed and unaware, so he still has a chance. And non-lethal sneak attack damage applies, as well. This should happen in a surprise round, if he sneaks successfully. If his attack fails to knock her out and we proceed to initiative, he will use lethal force to take her down before she can sound an alarm.

Attack +6 (+2 with -4 penalty) for 1d6+1 (18-20) +1d6
Hide +10
Move Silently +10

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Zazz sneaks around the corner, back into the prison area. Making his way further north, he sees that Idruma is no longer at the cell door with G'nurken. Figuring that she must be back in the kitchen area, Zazz glides north again. Luckily, no prisoners at the barred windows to their cells, and Zazz guesses that they must be busy with their meals.

Poking his head around the corner to the kitchen area again, Zazz finds Idruma standing in the corner formed by two tables, attending to a batter she is mixing while whistling softly to herself. Perceiving that Idruma has not seen or heard him, Zazz takes his rapier in his hand and sneaks up behind her. Taking careful aim, he brings down the handle for a blow to the back of the head.

At the last moment Idruma leans forward to grab her salt shaker. As she does so, Zazz's rapier handle glances off her leather-clad back. The startled Idruma drops her dishes and whips around with a shriek. With cat-like speed, the diminutive creature pulls a tiny bit of spider web from within her clothing, waves her other hand in the air in a complex, well-practiced pattern, and repeats a few words in an arcane tongue.

Recognizing the working of a spell, Zazz quickly takes a stab at the kobold. His rapier pierces the creature's arm, drawing black blood. However, the practiced magician maintains her concentration and finishes the spell. Suddenly, a mass of thick, ropey webs bursts from behind Zazz, catching him in their sticky tangles. The web also spread into two of the cells, completely filling the one with G'nurken in it. This new development draws curses of protest from the imprisoned kobold. And from the sounds of it, there is another inmate in the cell too, another male kobdold.

Idruma moves quickly toward the door in the southeast corner of the kitchen area and grabs the handle as if to leave. She pauses, though, and seems to think better of it for a moment. She turns to Zazz with narrowed eyes and asks, "Who are you, and what do you want here?"

[sblock=OOC]Zazz Move Silently 7 + 10 + 5 = 22.
Idruma Listen 4 + 2 = 6.
G'nurken Listen 13 + 2 = 15.

Zazz Hide 12 + 10 = 22.
Idruma Spot 6 + 2 = 8.

Zazz Atk 8 + 6 - 4 = 10. Idruma FF AC 14. Miss.

Initiative:
Idruma 20 + 1 = 21.
Zazz 4 + 4 = 8.

Idruma casts web, provoking AoO.
Zazz Atk 13 + 6 = 19. Idruma 15. Hits, Dmg 1 + 1 = 2 hp. Idruma reduced to 12 hp.
Concentration (DC 10 + 2 = 12) 10 + 3 = 13. Succeeds.
Zazz Ref Save 15 + 7 = 22 (DC 14) succeeds.
Zazz entangled.
Idruma takes 5' step.

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Norbrit whistles impatiently to himself waiting for the elf to return.