Kelleris
Explorer
(OOC: This happens after everyone gets the chance to at least stand up and do something quick to ready themselves for whatever happens next.)
Narine is the first out the door, with Dros scrambling to follow. What she sees there doesn't really surprise here much - a squad of five seemingly-irate individuals pointing implements of ranged hurting at her, standing across the room at the entrance to the bar area.
They are dressed uniformly in soft leathers of the sort used by the better class of burglar, and hold in their hands the most utterly complicated crossbow you've ever seen. You can't even tell if the things are loaded or not through the gears, pulleys, and miniature pistons, but these gentlemen are certainly holding them as though they were under the impression that the weapon was loaded.
Two other things draw your attention: the green slop all over the stairs leading to the floor - tanglefoot bags, from the looks of it, forming a makeshift barrier - and the guy currently coming into the warehouse from the bar.
In contrast to the studiously nondescript crossbowmen, the newcomer is dressed like a fop, of the most gaudy kind, pretending to be a military officer. His uniform is hard to place for someone who has only been here for a day or so, but it looks like a parade dress uniform in blue and green, speckled with some unimportant-looking medals and many more very-important-looking articles of stylish jewelry. The sight would probably be humorous if he weren't wiping someone's blood off his hands as he gazes up at you -
"Roldan Kolmar? I know you're in there. I have a warrant for your arrest, by the authority of the Droman Guard. I see you have acquired some friends, but I wouldn't get your hopes up and attempt to resist arrest. I have with me a detail of hand-picked guardsmen, and they always catch scum like you when they bother to notice it in the first place. You will return the item you stole from the Tower Sorceire, or you will be shot until the blood loss causes you to become unconscious. If you are lucky, you might wake up at some point after that. Those are your options."
The guards are clearly ready to fire if anyone attempts anything suspicious, but your hasty exit from the room has left them in a tactically less-than-perfect position; their line of fire is obstructed by the tanglefoot bags and the crates haphazardly strewn about the warehouse. They evidently haven't had time to take cover or move any closer yet.
Feiran and Narine -
Narine is the first out the door, with Dros scrambling to follow. What she sees there doesn't really surprise here much - a squad of five seemingly-irate individuals pointing implements of ranged hurting at her, standing across the room at the entrance to the bar area.
They are dressed uniformly in soft leathers of the sort used by the better class of burglar, and hold in their hands the most utterly complicated crossbow you've ever seen. You can't even tell if the things are loaded or not through the gears, pulleys, and miniature pistons, but these gentlemen are certainly holding them as though they were under the impression that the weapon was loaded.
Two other things draw your attention: the green slop all over the stairs leading to the floor - tanglefoot bags, from the looks of it, forming a makeshift barrier - and the guy currently coming into the warehouse from the bar.
In contrast to the studiously nondescript crossbowmen, the newcomer is dressed like a fop, of the most gaudy kind, pretending to be a military officer. His uniform is hard to place for someone who has only been here for a day or so, but it looks like a parade dress uniform in blue and green, speckled with some unimportant-looking medals and many more very-important-looking articles of stylish jewelry. The sight would probably be humorous if he weren't wiping someone's blood off his hands as he gazes up at you -
"Roldan Kolmar? I know you're in there. I have a warrant for your arrest, by the authority of the Droman Guard. I see you have acquired some friends, but I wouldn't get your hopes up and attempt to resist arrest. I have with me a detail of hand-picked guardsmen, and they always catch scum like you when they bother to notice it in the first place. You will return the item you stole from the Tower Sorceire, or you will be shot until the blood loss causes you to become unconscious. If you are lucky, you might wake up at some point after that. Those are your options."
The guards are clearly ready to fire if anyone attempts anything suspicious, but your hasty exit from the room has left them in a tactically less-than-perfect position; their line of fire is obstructed by the tanglefoot bags and the crates haphazardly strewn about the warehouse. They evidently haven't had time to take cover or move any closer yet.
Feiran and Narine -
Illira just cast a fairly simple variant of the shield spell. It's a classic textbook casting, with no idiosyncrasies, making you wonder how much practical experience the girl has.
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I couldn't get the vacuum elemental dice roller to work, so I used Nadaka's Dicebox. I got a whopping 
