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<blockquote data-quote="Olgar Shiverstone" data-source="post: 3965549" data-attributes="member: 5868"><p>Upon arrival in Sasserine they headed immediately to Lavinia's manor. The streets were packed with people, as today was the celebration of the Wormfall festival, and it seemed that all of Sasserine were out frolicking in the streets. There were street performers on every corner: stilt walkers, jugglers, mimes, and others.</p><p></p><p>Rhiannon suddenly gave a yell: "Those stilt walkers have alchemist's fire!" Sure enough, the red-and-white costumed stilt walkers who had been juggling bottles and vials had slowly surrounded the party without thir noticing and were just throwing down their vials into the center of the street. Flames blossomed all around them, and there was the smell of burn hair and flesh as some of the party were singed. </p><p></p><p>Thalas had escaped the worst of it, so he quickly threw a spell to enlarge Kithkanan to giant's height again, then dodged out of the way. Kithkanan was moving to use his sword to cut the walker's stilts. At their hieght, they were out of reach, but he was successful in cutting one down and the man fell to the pavement where the others could dispatch him.</p><p></p><p>The remaining five stilt walkers drew out additional vials and threw them down into the midst of the party, adding to the confusion, though Thalas felt a surge of magic as Arjan released a spell and suddenly found himself moving mroe quickly, striking one of the foes with his glaive. The enlarged Kithkanan also made quick work of two stilt walkers by using his increased height and expanded reach to attack them directly without having to strike their stilts.</p><p></p><p>Morderas, meanwhile, was engaged at the front of the group with another combatant -- a street mime dressed in black with a white skeleton outlined on the clothing. The mime was fighting barehanded, clearly adept at that fighting style, and holding his own. Athal and Arjan stuck down another two stilt walkers as Thalas channeled, preparing a strike to finish the skeleton mime, but giant Kithkanan stepped past him and knocked the mime prone with a single blow.</p><p></p><p>"Good -- I hate mimes," Thalas smiled as his magic dissipated.</p><p></p><p>The mime surrendered. "The Kellanis send their regards," she said, as Arjan moved to iterrogate her.</p><p></p><p>"No time," Athal insisted as Arjan began questioning, "we have to get to Lavinia's!" He turned and ran up the street, followed closely by Kithkanan, Rhiannon, Quinn, and Arjan. Morderas smiled, beheading the helpless mime, and rushed on. Thalas merely shook his head in disgust -- one of these dayas, he was definitely going to have to put a stop to this behavior of Morderas -- then followed the group.</p><p></p><p>They reached the manor quickly, and the signs were ominous. There were no guards at the gate, and the gate itself swung loosely from its hinges. There were signs of struggle all about the grounds where the landscaping had been disturbed, with muddy tracks of booted feet and ... others ... leading everywhere. The doors to the manor were open, and the party pounded up the steps into the entry hall.</p><p></p><p>Standing in front of them was a group of what could only be described as frog-men: squat, green warty, slimy, and holding speras as they grunted and ribbited. Bullywugs!</p><p></p><p>"Surrender or die!" Thalas shouted from the back of the group.</p><p></p><p>"Die!" croaked the bullywugs in response, as they charged. The two groups came together with a crash. Thalas, Kithkanan, and Athal all dispatched an opponent, and the adventurers continued their rush up the stairs as if they had met no opposition while Morderas remained behind to dispatch the lone survivor.</p><p></p><p>They headed up the stairs to Lavinia's bedroom, finding it open but with evidence of a struggle -- drag marks and dead bullywugs. No Lavinia.</p><p></p><p>Thalas suddenly remembered on of the spells he had studied the night before. He wiggled his fi8ngers and whispered: "Lavinia: where are you?"</p><p></p><p>A whisper came back:"I'm in the room, and they're here with me."</p><p></p><p>"What room?" Thaklas asked, but the response was only silence. "They have he in one of the nearby rooms," he told the others.</p><p></p><p>They returned to the landing, examined the floor for tracks, then selected a set of darkwood double doors to kick in.</p><p></p><p>From the darkened room beyond poured a swampy stench. Against the back wall, four hostages were tied to chairs -- Lavinia, her halfling serving woman, and two other servants. The halfling had had her throat cut, but the others were still alive, eyes wide with terror, for standing over them was the largest half-orc Thalas had ever seen -- muscular, tattooed, and holding a blade to Lavinia's throat.</p><p></p><p>In the corner, the source of the smell was clear: a wizened bullywug with a strange fleshy pouch at his throat who wore wrappings of sopping wet sheets.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Olgar Shiverstone, post: 3965549, member: 5868"] Upon arrival in Sasserine they headed immediately to Lavinia's manor. The streets were packed with people, as today was the celebration of the Wormfall festival, and it seemed that all of Sasserine were out frolicking in the streets. There were street performers on every corner: stilt walkers, jugglers, mimes, and others. Rhiannon suddenly gave a yell: "Those stilt walkers have alchemist's fire!" Sure enough, the red-and-white costumed stilt walkers who had been juggling bottles and vials had slowly surrounded the party without thir noticing and were just throwing down their vials into the center of the street. Flames blossomed all around them, and there was the smell of burn hair and flesh as some of the party were singed. Thalas had escaped the worst of it, so he quickly threw a spell to enlarge Kithkanan to giant's height again, then dodged out of the way. Kithkanan was moving to use his sword to cut the walker's stilts. At their hieght, they were out of reach, but he was successful in cutting one down and the man fell to the pavement where the others could dispatch him. The remaining five stilt walkers drew out additional vials and threw them down into the midst of the party, adding to the confusion, though Thalas felt a surge of magic as Arjan released a spell and suddenly found himself moving mroe quickly, striking one of the foes with his glaive. The enlarged Kithkanan also made quick work of two stilt walkers by using his increased height and expanded reach to attack them directly without having to strike their stilts. Morderas, meanwhile, was engaged at the front of the group with another combatant -- a street mime dressed in black with a white skeleton outlined on the clothing. The mime was fighting barehanded, clearly adept at that fighting style, and holding his own. Athal and Arjan stuck down another two stilt walkers as Thalas channeled, preparing a strike to finish the skeleton mime, but giant Kithkanan stepped past him and knocked the mime prone with a single blow. "Good -- I hate mimes," Thalas smiled as his magic dissipated. The mime surrendered. "The Kellanis send their regards," she said, as Arjan moved to iterrogate her. "No time," Athal insisted as Arjan began questioning, "we have to get to Lavinia's!" He turned and ran up the street, followed closely by Kithkanan, Rhiannon, Quinn, and Arjan. Morderas smiled, beheading the helpless mime, and rushed on. Thalas merely shook his head in disgust -- one of these dayas, he was definitely going to have to put a stop to this behavior of Morderas -- then followed the group. They reached the manor quickly, and the signs were ominous. There were no guards at the gate, and the gate itself swung loosely from its hinges. There were signs of struggle all about the grounds where the landscaping had been disturbed, with muddy tracks of booted feet and ... others ... leading everywhere. The doors to the manor were open, and the party pounded up the steps into the entry hall. Standing in front of them was a group of what could only be described as frog-men: squat, green warty, slimy, and holding speras as they grunted and ribbited. Bullywugs! "Surrender or die!" Thalas shouted from the back of the group. "Die!" croaked the bullywugs in response, as they charged. The two groups came together with a crash. Thalas, Kithkanan, and Athal all dispatched an opponent, and the adventurers continued their rush up the stairs as if they had met no opposition while Morderas remained behind to dispatch the lone survivor. They headed up the stairs to Lavinia's bedroom, finding it open but with evidence of a struggle -- drag marks and dead bullywugs. No Lavinia. Thalas suddenly remembered on of the spells he had studied the night before. He wiggled his fi8ngers and whispered: "Lavinia: where are you?" A whisper came back:"I'm in the room, and they're here with me." "What room?" Thaklas asked, but the response was only silence. "They have he in one of the nearby rooms," he told the others. They returned to the landing, examined the floor for tracks, then selected a set of darkwood double doors to kick in. From the darkened room beyond poured a swampy stench. Against the back wall, four hostages were tied to chairs -- Lavinia, her halfling serving woman, and two other servants. The halfling had had her throat cut, but the others were still alive, eyes wide with terror, for standing over them was the largest half-orc Thalas had ever seen -- muscular, tattooed, and holding a blade to Lavinia's throat. In the corner, the source of the smell was clear: a wizened bullywug with a strange fleshy pouch at his throat who wore wrappings of sopping wet sheets. [/QUOTE]
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