[Iron Kingdoms] The Age of Rust.

[DJ_Colossus]

kneecap

Kneecap tugs at Dark's robes, still keeping his eyes on the youth concealing something.

"Nekira! Tell him we seek the witch Nekira! Ask nice! "

 

[Dirigible]

All:

The boy edges away as Dark approachs, but the man looks up, his brow creasing.

“We seek audience with the King of Rags…tell him it is Dark without!”

There is a long pause, the man's lips moving as he analyses this sentance.
"It iz dark wivout... wot? Wivout... lights? Wivout torches?" He doesn't seem particularly worried about Dark. Perhaps he meets bigger freaks every day here. "You wanna speak to the king, huh..." he ss.

When Kneecap speaks up, the watchful silence the people observed after Dark spoke becomes a surrussus of terror. Those lurking in the shadows (those who still have ears unsevered and not rotted away by pestilence) turn and crawl away into their hovels, and the man next to the barrel swollows visibly, beads of cold sweat standing out on his forehead.

The youth doesn't react so visibly, but he picks up his pace. He's comming towards the passage you jsut entered by, so a couple of you at least will have to move out of his way.

 

[darkbard]

gavyn dundrake

the caspian reaches out and hauls in the youth by the scarves as he attempts to scuttle past. "here now, i don't remember anyone giving you leave to waltz off, laddie. and what's that yer hidin' under yer skirts? give us a looksee." gavyn glares menacingly at the youth, one hand on the hilt of his sword.

 

[Dirigible]

All:

The lad tries to dart back, but Gavyn is a little swifter than him. Hauling him up, the boys feet nearly leave the ground as the Caspain eyeballs him. Swiftly, the boy unveils what he's been hiding.

A hefty, brass bound club.

Dark 22
Boy 19
Tyra 18
Gavyn 15
Kneecap 12
Eyvind 11

Surprise round: The boy only.

Gavyn reels back, spitting blood and teeth as he takes 4 hp of viscious head-blow damage. The boy lands lightly in the slops underfoot, clearly used to the risky footing. He bares his rotten teeth in an angry snarl, crouching low like a cornered animal and wieling his club threateningly, ready to flee.

end of surprise round. round 1 beings.

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Does this format work for you? each 'o' = 5 feet.
X= obstruction. A pile of rubbish or stack of objects.

 

[Shadowfane]

Dark reaches into the folds of his robe and pulls out a small crossbow, taking cursory aim he discharges a bolt that hurtles through the rank air towards the urchin’s unprotected back.

 

[Dirigible]

Dark

The boy throws himself to once side, and the barb-headed quarrel shivers through the air an inch from his skin. He sneers, the scarred stubs of his ears twitching.

He then darts, swift on his feet straight towards the tunnel entrance, splashing through the rank water, trying to flee into the darkness.


OOC: Moves 55' downwards, according to the map (short legs )

Tyra, Gavyn, Kneecap and Eyvind may act.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"Right, time ta kill the gristlebag. Twas a simple snatch an grab he says.. this be the second time we be belayed afore we get to the spot itself." the red head swears as she ducks low and tries to figure a way to prop, hang or otherwise diveste herself of the light before she acquires more bolts. With a disgruntled look on her face she waves her hand and casts a small bit of her magic. (Light)

 

[KaintheSeeker]

dupe post

 

[KaintheSeeker]

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[KaintheSeeker]

duplicate post.. network hiccup here in Rota I think