IndyPendant's Sunless Citadel

[Sorrow The Man Bear]

Lehko climbs lethargically back to the world of the living. He can still feel the healing magucs flow through him, and he has a deep sore spot where the bolt was pushed out by the influx of positive energy. He struggles to one knee,and (with the arm and aid of one of his comrades) unsteadily to his feet. "Well," he manages strength visibly returning, "Looks like you did well without me. How long was I ou--" he begins to ask before hearing the approaching footsteps. Gritting his teeth he mutters "How big is this thrice-damned gang?!" and draws his hands back in the beginnins of a threatening arcane gesture.

 

[IndyPendant]

The mugger retreating from Heirmund freezes at his growled warning, sagging in apparent defeat. Redithidoor groans for a moment, and then his hands frantically scrabble at his belly. He looks down, and then collapses back onto the mud, chanting a quick hymn of thanks to Milil. Webster nods rapidly at Jerek's threat, pleading "Yes! Yes! Whatever you say! Listen, I'm sorry about the kid, okay? I thought we were just gonna roll him, I swear!" He falls silent after that, listening along with the rest of you as you prepare for this new threat, tired and battered, Ydyr in particular still woozy and staggered from the damage he has suffered.

You all hear a familiar voice call out "Over here, Fel! They went this way! Hurry, I don' like the way it got all quiet alluva sudden!" It's Garon, the innkeeper. You also see torchlight flickering as multiple footsteps approach rapidly. You have only moments to ready yourselves, before the group stops just out of sight around the corner of the house. There's a quick few moments of cautious movement, and then the right shoulder and head of a helmeted female quickly darts out. Looking over her shoulder because her back is flat against the house's wall, she rapidly scans the area and then pulls back out of sight, so fast you might have missed it if you had blinked.

You hear her mutter a curse to herself, and she says quietly, "Ben, if this goes sour, you haul your ass over to the old church and rouse the militia in force. --Don't even think about arguing with me!" She then calls out, "This is Felosial, the town constable, you bootlicking sheeprapers! Throw down your weapons and surrender Redithidoor to us unharmed, and you might survive the night!"

 

[JimAde]

Jerek laughs and whoops in relief. "Looks like we're going to live through this after all!" he says.

Raising his voice he calls, "No sheeprapers here!"

"Well, maybe one," he adds giving Webster a shake. "Redithidoor, tell the lady what happened."

 

[Voadam]

Redithidoor groans for a moment, and then his hands frantically scrabble at his belly. He looks down, and then collapses back onto the mud, chanting a quick hymn of thanks to Milil.

Well, Jair thinks to himself as a wry smile crosses his face, he's only off by a few letters on which divine patroness' magic saved him.

 

[Mithran]

Heirmund (illusionist)

Heirmund walks over to Redithedoor and helps him up "Come it would help us a lot if you would explain this to the authoritys" Heirmund then hands his staff to Redi and leads him over to the corner of the house. Heirmund thinks for a moment then takes off his belt (which holds two knives in their sheaths) and hold it by one end as he and Redi go around the corner.

Once around the corner Heirmund hands someone the belt saying "I would drop this but I don't want it to get muddy" after that Heirmund begins to explain "We aren't the gang I believe you meant that insult for, we've just saved Redi from those persons and have two of them in our custody that is why my companions can't lower their weapons."

"Redi can explain in full but for now we would appreciate it if you would take the two remaining gang members into your custody"

 

[Two-Gun Kid]

Arriving with the last brigand a few steps in front of him, Dengar kept his flail ready should the guy try to break away once more. As the local militia arrived, Dengar kept his mouth shut and let the others do the talking, know that words were not his strong point.

 

[Voadam]

"Hail fair constable, we also have a few unconcscious brigands here to be taken care of." Jair will disarm the unconscious muggers and make sure the one he struck down is not bleeding to death, applying a minor healing if needed.

 

[IndyPendant]

Heirmund helps a bewildered Redithidoor to his feet and guides Red around the corner, to find himself facing a surprisingly young and attractive half-elven female, wearing a chain helm and shirt. Beside her stands a man wearing a battered, worn breastplate, and behind them stand Garon, awkwardly wielding a home-made club, and another guardsman. They hide their shock at the sight of your condition with varying degrees of success--but it is obvious for each of them.

Jair examines the three fallen foes, and administers a Cure Minor Wounds to one of them. The other mugger is conscious, breathing shallowly, and apparently unharmed--but Jair finds that Ren has died of his wounds. Meanwhile, the rest of you guard the three other surviving prisoners. The relief in the air, released from the tension of just a few moments ago, is almost visible.

As Heirmund hands over his daggers to Felosial, he sees Redithidoor begin to run his hands through his hair, and then stop in distaste. "Ummm...hi Fel. Don't worry, I'm pretty sure these guys are all friends." He looks back towards the rest of you, his eyes lingering upon Ren and the muggers. "Some of them anyways. Uh, I think...?"

A rough voice calls out, "Need any help, Fel?" You can dimly make out a dwarf holding a rather large warhammer at the ready. Felosial calls out "No. Go back to sleep. Thanks Rurik." The dwarf--who you recognize now as the local blacksmith--eyes you all suspiciously, but only shrugs and turns back towards his nearby home, accross the main road. "You got it. Things change though, you just holler."

With this less-than-spectacular beginning, Felosial decides to take you all back to her constabulary, ordering Ben and Lou to take the two bodies--which they drag ignomiously along the muddy road. Garon says "Well, Fel, these guys did make words like they were gonna help Red. I just figgered they was acting, y'know? Trying to put me at my ease. --No offense."

Redithidoor scratches his head, forgetting his filthy condition for a moment. "Yeah. You know? Last thing I remember was crying for help, and then that big brute Ren stuck his sword in me! Yeah, they really did save me. These guys, I mean. Not Ren's gang." Felosial shakes her head, hiding a smile, and says "Red, I'm certain of it." She even allows you to keep your weapons as you walk down the muddy road.

The muggers are grim and quiet--except for Webster, who keeps up a nearly-constant stream of pleas for mercy, claiming he's only a petty thief, and he had no part in the violence. "These guys can vouch for me! I didn't fight, I swear! Look! Look at this! This is my puke! I don't wanna die!"

Felosial locks the muggers in the the stone building's single cage-like cell, and then turns to you. "All right, guys. What did Red do this time?"

 

[Voadam]

Jair flashes a brilliant smile at the half elf "Had problems with the youth before, constable? He's enthusiastic and was greeting us with news of this town in Garron's inn and then started boasting of his bag of gold to sponsor his tuteledge under a bard. He also seemed quite taken with Garon's ale. When he left the inn our man here noted that others had taken an interest in the drunk youth and decided it would be best if we made sure he made it to his lodgings safe. By the time we found where he had gone the brigand leader Ren had stuck him. We confronted them, prevailed and I healed all the wounded. The blubbering one in there did not join in the attackers, although some who did managed to escape. I also think the others in your cell may kill the weeping one for not aiding in the fight if you do not keep an eye on them."

 

[jayaint]

Ydyr sags onto the nearest available flat surface once the party arrives in the constable's office. He raises his head at Jair's speech, and nods weakly and reclines again. He puts an arm over his head and tries to soothe his aches and pains with one of the meditative practices he learned in the monastary.

I'm gonna give up this fighting stuff, and learn how to do something productive for Illmater, he thinks to himself with a wry smile.