Constables of the 14th Ward Part 2

[pathfinderq1]

Thea continued to tramp forward through the muck. She was getting close enough now to start surveying the mill complex a bit more closely, and she chuckled a bit at Brae's ultimatum. Whatever happened here, she doubted that it would end with them carting a wagonful of orc captives all the way back into the city- and Magistrate Ironshirt wouldn't appreciate having to host such a ragtag bunch, either...


OOC: Again, double move forward

 

[Leif]

Ooc

[sblock=Pathfinderq1]Why, whatever can you mean? Iggy is the very soul of compassion regarding all of the noble citizens of Lauralie Summerhome who are of the orc kind![/sblock]

 

[Scotley]

OOC: Post coming tomorrow. I was waiting for Raul to act as he is close to the barn. I'll give him until morning to check in.

 

[Lou]

Ederaul Mamier AC 19 HP 23/35 (41) 10/12 CON

Raul moves to the door ahead on the right tries to sneak into the building.

 

[Nightbreeze]

[sblock=ooc leif]
I, that's a shame. I would have loved to hear a horrified law officer explain me that stupid mortal law procedures exist for a reason . Sentran will probably develop into a
"fireball-if irritated, screw stupid procedures" kind of enforcer. [/sblock]

 

[Leif]

OOC (Nightbreeze): I have no official opinion regarding any alleged "reasons" behind any legal prodedures. They may have taught me those reasons in law school, but I've slept since then, and the memory has faded. But, Sentran IS the "law officer" in this case. As I said before, however, out here in the wilderness, very far from your 14th Ward of Lauralie Summerhome, you are certainly not bound by any such notions, nor are you even expected to heed them.

 

[Scotley]

OOC: Sorry for the delay. I'm guessing slogging through the mud is getting old, so I moved the stragglers a little closer than perhaps they should be.

Having healed himself, Brae examines the window and finds the barn still reasonably solid and the thick wooden 'window' is barred from the inside. He figures he could bash through in a round or three.

The bulk of the group continues its slow progress through the muck.

Raul tries the main door and as he pulls the handle a scythe blade flashes (1d20+20=40) up from the muck at knee level. The blade catches him at just the wrong spot and very nearly takes off both legs. Raul drops into the muck with blood spurting from severed arteries in both legs. (damage (8d4+32=50)).

OOC: crit check (1d20+20=34)

 

[Lou]

Ederaul Mamier is dead (HP -27)

Raul inhales sharply as the blade slices through more than air. The scythe is too fast to avoid as it cuts deeply through Raul's legs. It seems like minutes pass before he hits the ground, but it takes only an instant. Raul sees his mother's face warning him to be careful as the blood stains the ground outside the door. By the time Raul's head hits the muck, he is dead.

 

[xedr]

Having somewhat closed the distance to the barn, Darius catches a glimpse of a scythe slicing through Raul. "Barcarus forfend!" he exclaims, raising his voice to shout at the others "Officer down! Beware of hidden traps!" Darius nocks an arrow, preparing to drill the first hostile face that shows itself. He doesn't slow his advance, but he does cast a suspicious eye on the tree that he is approaching. spot (1d20+2=5)

 

[Rhun]

Brae immediately descend to lend his aid to Raul, taking care to keep from touching anything that might trigger the trap, including the ground itself. Unfortunately, the cleric quickly realizes that his fellow constable is far beyond his ability to save, and can only offer up a prayer to Meda for his companion's soul.