Eyes Of The Lich Queen

[Mista Collins]

"Hello there travellers! I see you have returned from your little jaunt! Good news indeed! I take it you were successful? You have the Dragon's Eye?"

His sneer widens into a self-satisfied grin.

Frustrated with this man's approach, Rogan takes a deep breath to calm himself a bit before he addresses the man.

"First off, if you want answers I suggest your men lower their weapons." The Daggerspell Guardian says as he scans the area for any other hidden enemies. He is all to familiar with the tactics of an ambush from his time spent in Newthrone dealing with thugs of the street. "Secondly, our success or failure is of no concern to you unless you can give us reason. Thirdly, unless you are The Mockery yourself, I doubt your reason will be good enough."

Rogan turns to the others to see if any of them disagree with his approach before continuing. "Now, I suggest you tell us your business or run off to where you came from. I am in no mood to deal with thugs, and I assure you most my companions will agree with me."

 

[stonegod]

Ari stands besides Rogan, and returns the stranger's sneer. As Rogan talked, the hunter mentally signaled his shadowy companion to pace around the two, its sleek and haunting form glaring at the gathered men. The hunter said nothing, busying himself with disinterestingly cleaning his fingernails of his right hand with the wicked looking spikes on his armor.

"Now, I suggest you tell us your business or run off to where you came from. I am in no mood to deal with thugs, and I assure you most my companions will agree with me."

As Rogan finishes his statement, the hunter looks at the gathered brute and thugs through half-lidded eyes, the threat of malice weighing heavily.

OOC: Working up to an Intimidate check. Bad Cop all the way, baby! If one is rolled, will spend an AP if the roll is 10-15.

 

[drothgery]

Khalia walked up to the other side of Rogan, making it quite clear that the man saw the ir'Indari sigils on her cloak and armor, as well as the emblems of her church.

"Quite." She says when Rogan has finished, sounding every bit the high noble she is.

 

[DEFCON 1]

"First off, if you want answers I suggest your men lower their weapons. Secondly, our success or failure is of no concern to you unless you can give us reason. Thirdly, unless you are The Mockery yourself, I doubt your reason will be good enough."

The self-satisfied man's eyes almost imperceptibly flash with a hint of nervousness when he glances to Khalia and Ari after Rogan finishes telling him off. (Intimidate check *success*) However, his grin widens immediately after and he returns to his cocky self. But you all know the truth... he isn't as confident as he appears.

"Lowering our weapons? Of course! How rude of me!" He raises his hand palm flat and then motions downward... and the thugs behind him all drop their crossbows all of maybe six inches down toward the ground. Technically satisfying the request, but able to easily be used immediately as needed.

"As far as needing a reason for our request... it is really quite simple. You have the Dragon's Eye, you're going to give it to me! I'm taking it from you. Simple eh?"

[sblock=Khalia: ]With a quick glance at the man, your eyes pick up a tattoo on the inside of his right wrist... a green hand. A symbol you've seen before in your travels as one of the Order Of The Emerald Claw.[/sblock]
"And thirdly... my reason is quite good, actually. Because we have you covered. You will hand me the Eye right now, or you'll get five hundred arrows embedded into you."

He then reaches his hand out, expecting to have the Eye dropped into it.

 

[drothgery]

Khalia walks back to one of the pack horses, giving the impression that she's going to retrieve what he asked for. She opens one of the saddlebags, and starts fussing.

"Garnets, a ruby, saphire, an emerald... A claw from a poison dusk lizardfolk? Was someone collecting trophies?" She says, trying to sound absent-minded. There was just possibly a chance her companions would get the hint without that ill-bred man catching on. There was no possiblitity of convincing him of the truth and letting him go; agents of the Emerald Claw could not be allowed to walk free.

 

[jkason]

Brother Donovan, warpriestly human cleric

Donovan sulked near the back of the group as they wrangled verbally, working his way slowly forward as things seemed to escalate.

"Garnets, a ruby, saphire, an emerald... A claw from a poison dusk lizardfolk? Was someone collecting trophies?" She says, trying to sound absent-minded. There was just possibly a chance her companions would get the hint without that ill-bred man catching on.

It was clear to Donovan that Khalia was up to something. After all, they had nothing to give, even if the noble had been inclined to hand it over, which Donovan strongly doubted; she was far to strong-willed for that. Clearly she didn't think they'd listen to reason, though, or she'd be trying that. If the chatterboxes weren't chattering, it meant it was time to break things. The templar bit back his grin.

The biggest problem to throwing the first punch, he reasoned, were all those bloody crossbows. He cursed himself for having forgotten to ask for the miracle of powerful winds on their road home. Still, there was one divine favor he thought might be useful.

"Flame conceal us!" he calls out, hand sweeping the air, filling the space around himself and his companions with a thick mist.

[sblock=OOC]Casting Obscuring Mist, and hoping I don't scuttle anyone else's strategy. I'm assuming we're all relatively close to one another at this point. If Donvon's hit by a readied action and needs to make a Concentration check, feel free to use an Action Point for the cause.[/sblock]

 

[Velmont]

Jango, as he hears Donovan casting his spell, decides it is time to burn down a few of them. He triggers his ready action, casting a fireball that will be shape as four 10' cube that will create an area that will engulf as much snipers as possible.

once that done, Jango will quickly do a five feet step away from the enemy, so they will not easily guess his position.

 

[stonegod]

Ari looked confused at Khalia's subterfuge, his brows furrowing, but then Donvan and Jango cast their spells. As the fog began to surround them, Ari cursed under his breath. Try to have a nice conversation, maybe scare them straight... well, this will have to do.

As the bleakness surrounded him, Ari drew his weapon, preparing for other to make a sound.

 

[drothgery]

Khalia sighed. She'd hoped for a few more rounds of verbal sparing before fighting started. Still, there was no turning back now.

"Did you really think there was even the most remote chance we would hand the Dragon's Eye over to an agent of the Emerald Claw?" Khalia said, all traces of absent-mindedness gone from her voice and just the steel underneath remaining. "Or even to let one walk free?"

She took a 5' step to conceal her position within the mist Donovan raised, and then. Her eyes went white.

[sblock=draconic]
Face your foes with the Flame's blessing.
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[sblock=OOC]
Cast Prayer. Delay until after Donavan if she needs to.
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[Mista Collins]

"It seems we'll be able to get a few more trophies before the day is over with!" Rogan says as the mist surrounds him. The Daggerspell Guardian takes a few steps back, drawing both of his daggers. "It was a mistake to think he'd just hand it over."

[sblock=ooc]10ft move back, drawing daggers.[/sblock]