B6: The Veiled Society - IC

Barek Fhald, half-orc bard

The wounded men are healed a bit, but the only one to regain consciousness is Simion Torenescu himself.

"Wha? Ah ... Thanks so much for saving me. I won't forget it. I hope we didn't lose anyone?" The old man gets to his feet, though still hurting. "We must keep moving."

"Damn, I hoped that would have settled us," Barek says, checking the smaller-now gash in his side and noting the beggars remain unconscious.

"I don't want to leave men who helped us helpless like this, but we can't afford to lose the speed carrying them will cause." He looks to the beggars' leader. "If you need to guard your own men, I understand, but if you think a smaller contingent can care for these, we'll gladly take any number you can still spare to aid us. It's clear someone doesn't want our friend here getting where he's going."

[sblock=OOC]I forgot until now that Barek took a hit. D'oh! Well, he'd be in the radius for the channeling, so it's all good. :)

HP 8/15
AC 14
Spells: Cantrips (5)(at will, DC 14): Dancing Lights, Detect Magic, Ghost Sound, Message, Prestidigitation
1st level(3)(3/day, DC 15): Charm Person, Grease, Silent Image

Barek's only got one more 1st level cast available, but since it worked as a distraction for a little while last time, he'll likely burn his last one to re-create the silent image when they get going again.[/sblock]
 

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[sblock=OOC] Rezak will make sure he's in that circle to get +2 hp also 10/15 ;) [/sblock]

Rezak eyebrows raise at Barek's outburst about the group being settled with the man. Something to ask them later, wait what was that the leader of the veiled men had said.

{{"We've been hired to capture or kill an evil nobleman, an oppressor of the common folk, Simion Torenescu."}}

Rezak wanted no trouble, so he swallowed his comment but made a note to keep an eye on the "evil nobleman".

"I's be in it nows," he says to the group. "Ans I'lls 'elp. Et's get dis over 'n dones."
 



Celythia raises an eyebrow at Rezak's tone and response, but remains quiet. She turns back to Barek. "Seeing as Simion is the target, and that we sent those veiled assassins fleeing, I doubt these wounded men have much to worry about if we leave them here. Logic dictates that if another attack is made, it will be against Simion and us. We should be on the move, and quickly."
 
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Caridoc is disappointed that he did not managed to heal more of the men. Still at least Simon can now walk. Conscious that he is out of cure spells and that it has all the making of being a long night, he decides that he needs to conserve resources. Therefore he does not offer to attempt another heal. Instead he re-ties his morningstar and takes his position at the rear of the party, ready to resume the march.

While Caridoc does not quite agree with Celythia's analysis, he is not daft enough to say anything out loud. Instead he simply says "Ready when you are."
 

The beggars' leader considers. "I don't know if they'll regroup, but I agree that Simion is the target. Sam, Barn, you're with us. The rest of you, guard the wounded, and get word to the Roaming Inn when you can."

The three 'beggars' take up positions around the real and fake Torenescus, along with the party, and you resume the dangerous march.

There is some traffic in the muddy streets. You don't see any hooded men but the group does attract curious stares ... and you don't know, really, what the hooded men would look like without their cloaks and swords.

After what seems like hours (but is probably much less), you make it to a wealthy neighborhood. Here, for the first time on this trip, you see city guard patrols of a half-dozen swordsmen each; they seem quite regular here. The guards seem taken aback but stand aside and let the Simions' party pass.

The old man directs you, and soon after you arrive at a small mansion. Simion knocks, and the door opens; the servant recognizes him.

"Wait here" Simion Torenescu says, and vanishes inside. After about ten minutes, he emerges with two other men. The men carry sacks, and hand one to each of you. The hefty sacks clink suggestively. They also hand sacks to the beggars but those look different.

"I will be safe here" he tells you. "Thank you. You will be contacted whenever we need your services. I think you will be well satisfied with how we treat those who serve us well. Good night. Oh, one more thing - it's possible that the Watch may give you trouble for this night's work. If they do, I'll deal with it. That may take some time, but I take care of my own." He and the two men go inside and close the door.

The 'beggars' take their leave. The leader grins and tells you "Good work. I'm Mario, by the way. I have a feeling we'll run into each other again." The three 'beggars' take off without further ado.
 

"Bah!" Rezak says throwing his hands in the air and stalking off. " 'Ike we'n needs mure trouble wit dae guard."

"Ye knows wat dat man be 'bouts. Dem beggars confirms it," he says waving to were the men just slinked off into the shadows. "He is nay guid fir us ta be'n sure."

[sblock=OOC]Rezak doesn't say much as the group heads back to the inn, fustrated by getting mixed up in the events of the city. Once they reach the inn that the majority of the group stayed in, Rezak reminds them that the hooded men know about this place and should be on their guard. He returns to his room and in the morning will meet everyone for breakfast.

I am hoping to get through this night for a little leveling up this game is like two weeks from being a year old LOL. [/sblock]
 

Barek Fhald, half-orc bard

"I will be safe here" he tells you. "Thank you. You will be contacted whenever we need your services. I think you will be well satisfied with how we treat those who serve us well. Good night. Oh, one more thing - it's possible that the Watch may give you trouble for this night's work. If they do, I'll deal with it. That may take some time, but I take care of my own." He and the two men go inside and close the door.

Barek smiles. "Any help is always welcome, Master Torenescu," the half-orc says with a bow. "Glad to be of service."

The 'beggars' take their leave. The leader grins and tells you "Good work. I'm Mario, by the way. I have a feeling we'll run into each other again." The three 'beggars' take off without further ado.

"Barek Fhald," Barek says. "Well met, Mario. Your help was invaluable. I wish your comrades a speedy recovery."

"Bah!" Rezak says throwing his hands in the air and stalking off. " 'Ike we'n needs mure trouble wit dae guard."

"It hasn't occurred to you, I gather, that Simion Torenescu might be inclined to deal with all of our trouble with the guard given that we just saved his life? So, yes, more trouble now, but possibly none at all coming out the others side. Not a bad trade."

"Ye knows wat dat man be 'bouts. Dem beggars confirms it," he says waving to were the men just slinked off into the shadows. "He is nay guid fir us ta be'n sure."

Barek frowns, his features growing stern. "Let's see: while we were accompanying a rich man who's apparently won the hearts of the poor so much that they were willing to lay down their lives for him--and how often have you seen that?--you were off prancing about with a group of ruffians who seem to feel no qualms about mounting a full-scale assassination attempt in the middle of the night.

"It strikes me that one of our associations is certainly 'nay guid,' but I'd take a fair amount of issue with whose that is."


His anger is clearly mounting, but as he finishes, Barek shakes his head, throws up his hands dismissively, and walks the rest of the trip back to the inn silently as Rezak does.

The half-orc is forced to concede that Rezak's concerns about a follow-up attack, however, may well be warranted. He suggests a simple watch rotation in the hallway outside their rooms to help alert them to trouble in the night[/COLOR]
 
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Ceylthia smiles at Rezak as Barek walks away. "Look on the bright side, my friend...at least you got paid." With that she moves to catch up with the half-orc.
 

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