Malvoisin's War of the Burning Sky - IC Thread

[Malvoisin]

Although he cannot seem to herd his family away from Markus' 'ministrations' fast enough, the man does accept the gold from Cassandra's hand. "Thank you," he mumbles through cracked lips, before the family is lost in the crowd.

Everyone seems eager to keep moving, so Torrent leads the group eastward again. As the district dividing wall draws near, the group sees a large crowd gathered around a cluster of four-story buildings that have caught fire, doubtless from the bombing. Suddenly, a window gets smashed out on the fourth story! A woman sticks her head out and screams, "Help! Help me! I'm trapped!" The panicked crowd can only look on in dismay as flames lick up the side of the building...there isn't much time.

OOC: Your responses?

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Cassandra sighs inwardly but not outwardly.*

'Another person in need. If the enemy were spying on them before attacking, which seems likely, they could have killed the real informant and either left an ambush or a fake with Disguise Self by the time we actually get to the depot at this rate.'

*She quickly rates several factors in her head, one of which is the fact that she has nothing to stop fire--though maybe ice-boy does.*

(OOC: Does it seem a young woman / old woman / what age?)

 

[Malvoisin]

*Cassandra sighs inwardly but not outwardly.*

'Another person in need. If the enemy were spying on them before attacking, which seems likely, they could have killed the real informant and either left an ambush or a fake with Disguise Self by the time we actually get to the depot at this rate.'

*She quickly rates several factors in her head, one of which is the fact that she has nothing to stop fire--though maybe ice-boy does.*

(OOC: Does it seem a young woman / old woman / what age?)

[OOC: Hard to tell from down on the street, but not too old: maybe 30-40 years old.]

 

[Rhun]

"We don't have time for these distractions," says Xander, his voice loud enough to be heard over the crackle of the fire and the cries from the crowd. "We cannot save everyone along our path. We have a job to do."

 

[Rystil Arden]

*She seems to be alone here by the lack of additional screaming or people on the street begging onlookers to go in and help her, right? That may or may not mean she's a 40-year-old old maid, but Cassandra can't tell. She doesn't feel as much of a tug on her heartstrings though this time, especially since she's used up some of her minor-good-deeds-that-risk-everything quota for the day on the last encounter, plus she doesn't have anything to get through the fire, unless one counts Expeditious Retreat, but that will only speed her movement. She won't complain if anyone else tries to handle it though--by definition, it'll be quick, or else the rescuer and rescuee will both be burned alive. Oh well.*

"I agree in principle. I won't stop anyone who wants to try in practise though--the rescuer will either be quick, or both will be dead anyway."

 

[stonegod]

Coldan freezes once again, the cold part of him telling him to stay still. But he could not. He did not want more faces that he would remember in his sleep. He was responsible for too many failures, he could not be responsible for more death if he could help it.

Coldan rushes forward once again. He calls back, "Half-hand! Your god is one of ice? Can you summon water to help with the flame?" Assuming the the half-orc can help, Coldan will push in as quickly as possible.

 

[stonegod]

"We cannot save everyone along our path. We have a job to do."

As he moves forward, Coldan growls, "We don't have too. I already told you I'd meet you all. If you have to leave, go. But I can't let this stand."

 

[Rystil Arden]

'Wow. If I ever want to stop a cavalry charge of the now-defunct Knights of Morrus, I can send out my new crack team--a little girl whose kitty is stuck in a tree.' Cassandra thinks to herself, 'Ah well, actually I'm glad to know someone did it.'

 

[Rhun]

OOC: Mal, how high is the 4th Floor window?

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Oh right, Up the Walls--d'uh, Cassandra even saw him do that; she should have suggested it )