Mark of the Wyrm

[Neurotic]

Let's go

Dwarf silently follows the group keeping an eye on other patrons to see if anyone shows undue attention.

Hold your temper, big guy. It's either new ruler of this vicehole. Or else last of our group. We are already marked so you'll have your chance to cleave some scum later.

 

[Tharune]

[OOC: have I specified the time? Late afternoon/early evening, the sun making
its journey towards the horizon]


It did indeed seem to be the new Lord of the City, Ashchenon Dermmen. He
was young, very young, perhaps not even seen twenty summers. Yet he had
a shrewd look about him, mixed with the fervent fresh-faced optimism that
the young seemed to have. He was astride a light warhorse, wearing brilliant
splint mail and a cloak of House Dermmen's green-and-black colors.

Surrounding him, also mounted, were a half-dozen of his personal guard; they
had the spit-and-polish look of the governor's guard, but there was no mistaking
the sheen on weapons and scabbards that indicated much use. One was obviously
their leader, an older grizzled man with the device of Tempus on his shield and
a weighing look that seemed to take in the whole area at once. The guard kept the
crowd at bay; perhaps a hundred citizens, walking along the sides of the street
to catch a glimpse of the new ruler. To Ghelt's trained ear, perhaps a third of
the crowd seemed fanatically pleased to see the new Lord, and most of the
others either faked their enthusiasm or were silent and watchful.

One of the citizens, a middle-aged woman, seemed so happy that she fainted
at the side of the street ahead of the procession; no, wait, her body seemed to
start an uncontrollable shaking...

At the same time, Grogan noticed a few pebbles bouncing off the cobblestones in
front of him; looking up, he could see the faint silhouette of either a small child
or halfling on the opposite roof. Grogan was just in the right position, as between the
cover and the sun the person was invisible from the crowd. There seemed to be
some kind of bow or crossbow in the figure's hands...

 

[FreeXenon]

Grogan (Half-Orc Barbarian and Zhent Hate'a)

As Grogan makes his way outside and sees the crowd and realizes that 'They' have not come for their deaths his shoulders slump a little in disappointment and he scowls. His feral scowl increases even more when he sees how shiny the new lord and his minions are. 'Those who are inspection ready are usually not battle ready.'. He rolls his eyes a bit as he remembers these very valuable words he learned from a prominent militia leader in the Dale lands.

He looks carefully at the collapsing woman a expecting to see a poisoned arrow in her, and then he looks up to the roof top and points to the person who is asking for a 'Death in the Dales' special and says "Slick, K-man - potentially a halfling assassin with a ranged weapon on the hot tin roof." and then points to the collapsed woman.

He swats Garren, Carfal, and the new come dwarf as gently as his barbaric self can in one movement to get their attention and then runs towards the street where the new lord is and he screams "Assassin on the roof top!" and points to the appropriate direction.

[OOC: All in all he is hoping to not be proven a fool, and hoping that the woman is not just experiencing a religious moment.]

 

[Eryndur]

"'Ware the woman! She's a planted distraction, I'd stake my life on it. Don't let her get away!"

Ghelt attempts to find a doorway where he can keep an eye on both the assassin and the woman, and melts into the shadows.

[sblock=OOC]Hide +5[/sblock]

 

[Redclaw]

Garen, Human Ranger

Garren moves to where Grogan was, trying to see the assassin. He will ready his bow, but not draw an arrow until he verifies the threat. I'm on the assassin. Someone else secure the woman.

 

[Bloodcookie]

Glancing between the rooftop, the screaming Grogan, and the spasming woman, Carfal decided where his duty lie. "Is she injured?" Carfal raised his voice in question to no one in particular as he jogged to the woman's side, where he set about assessing the situation.

[sblock=OOC]Sense Motive +2, if necessary to determine if the woman is actually in distress. If she is, I'll convert my prepared create water to a cure minor wounds to stabilize her.[/sblock]

 

[Ambrus]

Unnoticed by most a small maroon dragon, newly arrived in the human settlement, glides from rooftop to rooftop while occasionally using its magic (an unseen servant) to help gain altitude. Carrying little more than a cylinder-shaped leather case slung between its wings, the dragon is drawn to the sight of an official procession winding its way through the streets below. Alighting gently on a chimney top overlooking the street, the small maroon dragon is at first distracted by a commotion that erupts in the crowd below while failing to notice the armed individual on the rooftop across the way. Kosj snakes his head around, trying to make sense of the scene as a woman inexplicably collapses and a large half-orc begins shouting a warning and smacking the people around him.

 

[Jemal]

Kev heads for the woman, not having much confidence in his ability to hit a halfling on rooftop at that distance, and says to the guards nearby "There's an armed assailant on the rooftop!" pointing.

 

[Tharune]

As Grogan makes his way outside and sees the crowd and realizes that 'They' have not come for their deaths his shoulders slump a little in disappointment and he scowls. His feral scowl increases even more when he sees how shiny the new lord and his minions are. 'Those who are inspection ready are usually not battle ready.'. He rolls his eyes a bit as he remembers these very valuable words he learned from a prominent militia leader in the Dale lands.

He looks carefully at the collapsing woman a expecting to see a poisoned arrow in her, and then he looks up to the roof top and points to the person who is asking for a 'Death in the Dales' special and says "Slick, K-man - potentially a halfling assassin with a ranged weapon on the hot tin roof." and then points to the collapsed woman.

He swats Garren, Carfal, and the new come dwarf as gently as his barbaric self can in one movement to get their attention and then runs towards the street where the new lord is and he screams "Assassin on the roof top!" and points to the appropriate direction.

Part of the column and part of the crowd came to a halt, while those behind them
continued moving; things became very chaotic. The woman began to shake; someone
screamed, "The plague!" which caused further panic and confusion.

The leader of the guard gave Grogan a hard look, then stared up at the rooftops.
Three of the guard were either slower on the uptake, or not as smart; they headed
towards Grogan. The lead guard urged his horse ahead so that he was in front of
Ashchenon.

Glancing between the rooftop, the screaming Grogan, and the spasming woman, Carfal decided where his duty lie. "Is she injured?" Carfal raised his voice in question to no one in particular as he jogged to the woman's side, where he set about assessing the situation.

It wasn't easy getting there through panicking townspeople, but he reaches the
woman after a moment. Carfal could swear he could see someone's pocket being
picked as most everyone moved away from the woman, back towards the
Prince's entourage. From his vantage point, the woman looked as if she were
in serious convulsions. Her mouth and jaws were clenched shut.

Garren moves to where Grogan was, trying to see the assassin. He will ready his bow, but not draw an arrow until he verifies the threat. "I'm on the assassin. Someone else secure the woman."

After just a few seconds, the ranger draws a bead on the rooftop target- he
sees that it is a halfling, rather than a child, and that the halfling is carrying
a crossbow aimed down at someone in the crowd.

Unnoticed by most a small maroon dragon, newly arrived in the human settlement, glides from rooftop to rooftop while occasionally using its magic (an unseen servant) to help gain altitude. Carrying little more than a cylinder-shaped leather case slung between its wings, the dragon is drawn to the sight of an official procession winding its way through the streets below. Alighting gently on a chimney top overlooking the street, the small maroon dragon is at first distracted by a commotion that erupts in the crowd below while failing to notice the armed individual on the rooftop across the way. Kosj snakes his head around, trying to make sense of the scene as a woman inexplicably collapses and a large half-orc begins shouting a warning and smacking the people around him.

"'Ware the woman! She's a planted distraction, I'd stake my life on it. Don't let her get away!"

Ghelt attempts to find a doorway where he can keep an eye on both the assassin and the woman, and melts into the shadows.

[Ooookay, we'll go with present tense]
For the moment, Ghelt thinks he's hiding successfully; at least, no one is paying
attention to him.

Kev heads for the woman, not having much confidence in his ability to hit a halfling on rooftop at that distance, and says to the guards nearby "There's an armed assailant on the rooftop!" pointing.

He does not distract the guards heading towards Grogan, but two others
join the leader's search for the sniper.

Gaeern, being the one who keeps a bead on the target, sees the halfling shift his
feet and his aim; the crossbow thrums, but instead of hitting the new Lord, the
quarrel hits his horse. The horse rears, but for the moment the young Lord keeps
his seat.

 

[Neurotic]

Logan Glanderho

Dwarf moves toward the woman right behind Kevin, but falls behing as he tries to see the assassin on the roof, slowing progress toward the woman. Taking his satchel, he rumages through the scrolls within taking one labeled Hold Person.

OOC: preparing Command: "Jump down" if assassin seams ready to shoot (this depends on Logan spotting him in time). Or to stop a woman, depending on situation on hand. It'll be faster then taking scroll out.