Clockwork, Steam & Sorcery

[loxmyth]

The trio push through the large crowd still lauding 'Ozgrymm' for his generosity. Since the 'tide' of the drinkers is going in the opposite direction, the resistance is stiff. But eventually they find themselves at the back door. Forge pushes it open and leads the others out into the night.

They step out into a wide alleyway, lit only by the light of a silver, ethereal moon. About 20 feet to the left of the back exit, the huge dwarf is talking with a quartet of leather-clad Gnomes, who seem to have a sinister look about them. It may be their curlicue mustaches, or their pointed goatees, or the foreign cast to their features - but they did not look like 'normal' gnomes to the eyes of Forge and Froud.

"...an heirloom of great quality, of course" one of them is saying in a smooth, silken voice. "That said, we still can't offer you quite that much for it. I'm sure that we could come up with half of that, however. It's still quite the sum."
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OOC: Sorry for the delay in updating. For some reason, I thought no one had posted to the thread, even though I could have sworn I checked yesterday.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Forge looks at Froud with a what the hades do we do now? look. He will reach into his spell component pouch just in case.

 

[Uriel]

Froud gives a half-hearted 'Er...'

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Forge whispers to Froud. Wait here and watch. I'll be right back. Forge then goes back into the bar and lets one of the The Fellstone clan in on that fact that the guy is selling their hearloom.

 

[loxmyth]

~Forge

Forge rushes back inside, and is almost knocked over by a pair of rough-housing drunks. He makes it over to the Fellstone clan dwarves and quickly tells them about the whereabouts of their comrade. None seem bothered by it.

"What's it to you, anyway?" one of them asks, eyeing the young wizard down from behind his mug. "Izzit yer heirloom?"

~Froud

At the sound of the door closing, both the Mountain and the odd gnomes turn to look at the gnome and human who stand by the door. Yara lowers her lips closer to Froud's ears and whispers, "What's going on? Is something going on?" Clearly she can't see as well as Froud in the shadows.

As if in response to her question, the Mountain slings the ornamental hammer across his shoulder, and starts walking down the alleyway towards the pair, the quartet of gnomes in tow.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

So I was right! Forge says and runs back out into the ally. He sends Gears a message to give Froud a heads up that he should run. (something they have done for months). If and when he gets back out side he will sleep whomever he can if they are getting agressive.

 

[Uriel]

Froud casts Ghost SOund to the rear of the group of unfriendly looking folks...'You lot, what's up here, Stop in the name of the Watch!'
Then he says to yara, 'Let's get out of here, the Coppers!' while running away from the Dwarf and the Gnomes, hopefully with Yara in tow.

 

[loxmyth]

In the dark alleyway, Gears screeches an urgent hoot that Froud had long come to associate with a bit of mischief gone bad. Forge was sounding the panic button so to speak.

But Froud was already jumping into action. With a deft gesture that ended with tapping his lips, the gnome opened his lips and spoke, but no sound issued from them. On the contrary, before him and behind the advancing unfriendlies comes forth a challenge: "'You lot, what's up here, Stop in the name of the Watch!'

Three of the gnomes glance furtively over their shoulders, peering into the inky shadows behind them, but their leader barks, "It's just an illusion, you fools! Pay it no mind!" Nevertheless, only he and the Mountain had made any progress towards Froud and Yara.

Froud doesn't wait to find out any more, he turns and bolts for his life, Yara's longer legs easily matching his stride.

Forge rushes through the back door for (hopefully) the last time tonight and sees the large dwarf and one of the gnomes moving purposefully towards him not 10 feet to his left, and the sounds of his companions scampering away somewhere to his right.

OoC: Forge, wasn't sure if you wanted to cast or immediately beat a hasty retreat, so I have erred on the side of caution and let you start out 10 feet from your potential attackers. Of course, if you cast now, at least one attacker could potentially reach you, just so you know.

 

[Uriel]

Froud yells at Yara as they run 'Well, wasn't THAt fun! Mind me, I have to smack that Forge for such a DAFT PLAN!' Then Froud runs pell-mell through the streets back to the tavern.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Forge gets out the door to see Froud and Yara bolt past. He mutters a curse in dwarvish the blasts the paint off the wall next to him and runs for his life.