István Angushtri:[sblock]
ooc: Aha! Thanks for clearing that up. My fault on not being clearer on the imp's movements; since István had been getting a charge off on every round, he would've been able to keep up a 100' / round rate. No worries though; we'll say the imp's been going slow up to this point, and that it'll take two more rounds at this rate for him to reach the warehouse if that's where he's headed, and if he doesn't start putting on the speed, and if István doesn't kill him before he gets there
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István's Round 2: The gnome's hand wraps tightly around the hilt of his silver dagger (yay!) and he comes down on the imp like an avenging angel, the pure metal biting deep. (Attack = AC 20; hit. Damage = 5, DR bypassed)
Imp's Round 3: The imp's fresh wound steams and smokes, and is slow in closing. (Imp is Severely Wounded; has Fast Healing / Lesser) Knowing that it hasn't been able to outrun the gnome, the imp changes tactics; it whirls on István and lashes out with its barbed tail. The scorpion-like stinger crashes against the gnome's protective mithral shirt but fails to penetrate. (AC 25 hits; Damage negated by armor.)
Now on István's Round 3.[/sblock]
In the upstairs room of the Slumbering Lamb, the four remaining residents began to prepare for the night. Heinrich, ever vigilant, noticed that even though Hagen lay still in bed, he seemed restless, gazing upward at the ceiling or to where the mask sat. There was an electric tension in the air, compounded by their gnomish companion's missing presence.
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Anthony waited patiently while Lilly picked out a bed at random -- both were identical -- and the two readied themselves for sleep. Within moments of arranging herself in bed, Lilly's breathing became slow and rhythmic, but sleep came more slowly to the aasimar.
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Anthony felt himself stir suddenly; he had been dozing, or just about to doze, when something woke him. Not much time could have passed; his tiefling friend was still sleeping in the same position, and a diffused glow through the partitions told him that the lantern was still burning in the main commons.
Gradually he became aware of a faint commotion; a muted argument, coming from Dinah's room. He easily identified her voice, and while he couldn't make out any individual words, he could tell that she sounded angry or frustrated. The other voice was a mystery; a low murmur that he could barely pick up through the closed door.