Mark of the Wyrm

[Redclaw]

Garren, now sure that the guards know there truly is an assasin on the rooftop, makes a slight adjustment to his stance, quickly draws and fires two arrows at the halfling. Up there! Halfling on the roof! he shouts, hoping others will see where his arrows fly.
[sblock=ooc] Rapid shot, +6/+6, 1d8+2 damage. [/sblock]

 

[FreeXenon]

Grogan (Half-Orc Barbarian); HP: 31 --- Gaurd the Lord...

Grogan's scowl grows deeper as he sees the quarrel loosed from the assassin's crossbow towards the Lord and understands what has happened when he hears the horse whinny as the bolt strikes it. He growls hard as the guards continue heading towards him and yells "Get out of the way, you inspection ready goblin-fodder, and cover the Lord."

The half-orc runs to be as close to the Lord and possible (blowing past or through them if necessary - at least I will try - overrun attempt?) and turns to face the assassin with his shield up so as to give the Lord as much cover as possible from his shield. (Hopefully,) With his back turned to the Lord and the Lord's guards (gulp) and facing the assassin's direction, he draws his sword and whistles for his horse "Sevulta" to come to him, so that the Lord will have even more cover and to give himself mobility for when the chase ensues for the traitorous dog.

[OOC: If I fail to get through the guards I will ready my self to get around them next round and go on the defensive - I have no quarrel with goblin-fodder guards.]

 

[Eryndur]

Ghelt the Shin

Seeing that Kevin and Carfal had the woman nearby, Ghelt makes a break for the building the assassin is standing on. On the run, he assesses the footholds and ledges he can use to get to the roof quickly.

[sblock=OOC]If we're in combat mode now, my action translates to: 2 move actions: double move 60' towards the building. If he can get to the building sooner than that, he uses an action to climb, using whatever window sills, ledges, rough bricks, etc. are available. His ultimate goal is to get to the roof. Climb +2.[/sblock]

 

[Bloodcookie]

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.

Carfal kneels by the woman's side, muttering something about cowardly opportunistic rogues, and gently places two fingers to her forehead. "Deneir preserve this text as yet unfinished."

[sblock=ooc]Converting create water to cure minor wounds[/sblock]

 

[Neurotic]

Assassin stoping

Spoting the assassin too late to stop the first missile, Logan prepares the scroll and casts it.

Hear me, o Dumathoin, and hold this person so he can reveal his secrets to us.

Then he continues in the wake of Grogan. Will heal the lord or the horse or Grogan, if there is need in that order of preference

OOC: range is 130 feet, held for 3 rounds unless he makes DC 15 Will save, may fall if standing unbalanced or holding to something.

 

[Ambrus]

Hearing the shouted warnings of an "armed assailant on the rooftop" the small maroon dragon is suddenly fearful that it's been spotted and reflectively uses its magic to fortify the scales of its body against misguided reprisals (manifesting its mage armor spell-like ability as a standard action). Only once a bolt streaks down from a nearby rooftop into the crowd below does the dragon realize that the identified assailant isn't itself. Snaking its saurian head around, Kosj spots the halfling with the crossbow nearby. Uncertain of the nature of the conflict taking place, the small maroon dragon tentatively rises up into the air through strength of art and the beating of wings (unseen servant directed to move Kosj diagonally up and forward 5-ft. towards the halfling).

OOC: Tharune, could you tell me the exact distant and the difference in altitude, if any, between Kosj and the halfling? Thanks.

 

[Tharune]

ooc: Okay, I put through a post last night, and it is NOT HERE. I worked on that thing for half an hour. I am not happy.

 

[Tharune]

OOC: I don't have all my notes with me, this is the short version:

Grogan: succeeds. He is past the two guards, the leader is busy with the sniper,
and Ashchenon is still fighting with his horse. Grogan's own horse won't be able
to intervene any time soon.

The crowd begins to scatter, especially around where the "plague" woman is. They
begin to press around the Lord, hindering everything.

Carfal: successful. The heal works, he realizes she didn't need it at the same time
she stops faking (sorry, a 1 on sense motive) and stabs him with a punching dagger.
She gets ready to run. Carfal saves against some kind of poison, but feels woozy.

Garren: one arrow hits. The halfling yelps and moves back towards the edge of the roof.

Logan: succeeds. The spell goes off, the halfling totters on the edge and falls off.
Smack. Logan continues towards the press of the crowd.

Vorastrix: succeeds. He's in the air, ten feet above the sniper roof and about forty
feet above the now broken body of the halfling.

Ghelt: succeeds. He's climbing the building as the halfling falls off. It's around the corner
of the building to the right.

Stonecipher: succeeds. He's pressing through the crowd, slowly, his cloak all the colors
of the rainbow. It takes all his concentration to keep it up and push through the crowd.

Kevin: sees the woman stab the cleric, then get up. He can reach her this next round
if he wants.

Halfling: bleeds.

 

[FreeXenon]

Grogan (Half-Orc Barbarian); HP: 31

Grogan lets out a feral growl as he drafts past the incompetent guards while disappointedly shaking his head. (Assuming that he is not there yet, he continues on his path to the lord.) Looking about he sees that everything seems to basically be under control, he jams his sword into the ground, then he reaches for reigns of Lord Ashchenon's horse to attempt to control it to a calmer state.

He yells out while attempting to struggle with the Lord's horse "Don't let the traitors die on us, or get away. I have manacles in my backpack to bind the dogs for interrogation." He smiles viciously at the thought, and then whistles again for his horse.

[OOC: Did I knock the guards down or did they avoid me? ]

 

[Eryndur]

Ghelt the Shin

Ghelt hears the thump of the halfling's body as he's hanging to a windowsill. Oh, for crying out loud. He jumps back down and runs around the corner of the building. He draws his swords just in case the halfling has any last-minute tricks up his sleeve while he's coughing up his lifeblood.