[IC] Wandering Star : Heroes of the Middle Reaches (Part One)

[The Digger]

Charlie strains her ears to try to make out what is being said in the next room. She puts her ear to the edge of the door and listens intently. The 'odd' voice draws her attention most of all.

[sblock=OOC]Perception roll: natural 20+6=26: Roll Lookup [/sblock]

 

[helium3]

[sblock=Jorje and Varilar chasing the Hafling]It takes a bit of doing, but you're able to chase down the fleeing hafling a couple of hundred feet from the site of the battle. After a brief scuffle he's subdued. Mostly he just sobs about what a horrible person he's become and how disappointed his dam and granddam would be in him.[/sblock]

[sblock=Charlie and Horto inside the House]Charlie listens at the door and is able to discern a few things. One is that there are several folks down below and they're making plans about what to do. It seems that they're going to wait a bit and then try to rush whoever's in the way and flee the house. As for the strange sounding voice, it's sort of sibilant and reptilian sounding, though very much unlike a Dragonborn. The smell of fish is overpowering.[/sblock]

[sblock=Zarathas and Ranver outside the house]You keep watch while your compatriots split off into two different directions. Unless of course you'd rather do something different.[/sblock]

 

[Redclaw]

Varilar disarms the halfling and returns to the house quickly, towing the diminutive thug along. He takes the time to tie him to the railing, then attempts to catch his breath before anything else happens.
[sblock=ooc] I would love to take a short rest, if possible, if only to get torturous strike back. [/sblock]

 

[The Digger]

"Oh! Gosh!" Charlie stuck her head back around the corner to see Horto approaching.

"Quickly! Horto! Get the others! There are more of them down here and they're about to make a run for it. We need everyone here NOW!"

Without waiting for an answer she turned back and, thinking quickly, spilled out a length of rope from her pack. Jamming two of her daggers either side of the short corridor at lower leg level she hurriedly attached the rope to form a trip wire.
[sblock=OOC]Thievery 16+12=28; Roll Lookup [/sblock]
That done she stood back watching the door, shurikens in hand, ready to unleash a flurry of missiles.

 

[nerdytenor]

nerdytenor

"Right, then." Horto bounds back out of the building, making rather more noise in doing so than he would like. He stops just short of the others, pausing very briefly to regard the tied-up halfling. "Friends, looks like we're not quite done here. Charlotte's standing by a door inside, says she can hear more on the other side - looks like they're getting ready to bolt..."

[sblock=OOC]
Move outside to get the others, trying not to make too much noise.
Stealth 6 (without penalties - ack)
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[Sparky]

Ranver recovers his shield as his companions scatter and regroup. He squints at Varilar and the captive and is considering their next move when Charlotte bursts from the buildings.

He turns to address the halfling who had fled the gaze of Ioun's All-Seeing Eye, "Defiler, how will they flee? What ways out of the building do they have?"

 

[Walking Dad]

Jorje follows Varilar, who had taken control of the halfling.

[sblock=OOC]

Short rest and using two healing surges.

[sblock=Mini stat block]
Jorje
Perception: 12 Insight: 17 Normal Vision
AC 16 Fortitude 13 Reflex 15 Will 15
Hit Points: 24 / 24 Bloodied: 12
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge: 6 Surges per day: / 8
Encounter Powers: Grasping Shadows
Daily Powers: Phantom Chasm

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[helium3]

The hafling makes eye contact with no one. "Only by up the stairs in the middle. The ones on the side do be blocked with rubble."

[sblock=Charlotte]Which squares are affected by your trip wire?[/sblock]

 

[Blackrat]

Z' kneels down to the elf and goes through his pockets to see if he was actually carrying the relic they were after. Not hoping much he nevertheless does a thorough job. After that he offers a quiet prayer. "To the Platinum Lord's court I sent you, to face your judgement. May it be fair and just."

 

[helium3]

The blood soaked pockets don't contain the relic. Zarathas does notice a pair of matching tattoos on the wrists. Both depict a somewhat serpentine fish with an elongated, toothy snout.

Varilar recognizes the tattoos as the brand of The Pikers, the town's toughest street gang. The hafling has the same markings and admits to being a member of the gang after some prodding.