The Emperor of Solmaria

[Li Shenron]

Aramil has listened carefully to the lively discussion ("Finally some men of action around this deadly boring town"). He always finds it rather interesting how urban people, humans especially, are so fond of money and can get easily upset when talking about the subject. But he also has the feeling that some of the ones who just spoke could be really driven by mere love for adventures and quests. The humans sitting at the table nearby seemed rather trivial, the singing fellow quite egocentric and borious, the elves are some kind of rough (they are not nobles, definitely), the dwarf... well he's a dwarf and there is no known cure... but after all perhaps it's not so bad fellowship for an adventure, although rather rude. But the half-orcs are definitely to be kept an eye on, for their orc blood is something not to forget about. And the silent men just seem too silent, why aren't they participating to the discussion? They can't be just guests... are they planning something? Let's see what happens...

I will join the group, at least it will be somehow more interesting than dieing of boredom in a cheap inn...

He says while crossing his legs and turns to sip from his glass of wine, and twist his face muscles in slight disgust, then pulling the glass away.

 

[hippocrachus]

"I'll attend the Good Sir on his mission," Xanthas remarks while looking at the paper over the dwarf's shoulder. Fools are worried about payment, it seems I'm the only one here that realizes there are better gains in loot along the way, he smiles to himself inwardly.

 

[deadestdai]

Listening as each of the gathered folk accepted the man's offer Dylan was suddenly not so sure of the outcome should he now not go along. Being the only one left behind would mean that his memories could be erased, against his will. He couldn't fight his way out of the inn (He actually couldn't fight his way out of his bed in the morning let alone this inn.....) should he decide it feasible. And to flee from the city with the knowledge of this man's quest would only leave him with a price on his head.

Death. A mind blank of his prescious memories. The terror of being hunted.

These were not reasonable alternatives to going along to see this Oracle person.

Dylan swallowed and drew in as much courage as he could, putting on a very brash performance so no-one could discern his true feelings of fear. Puffing out his chest and stepping up to Lord Felswarth with a show of cocky bravado It seems that your little band here, will need my aid! Infact it is obvious! Even against my own better judgement, I will accept your mission afterall, sir. My skills will be needed if this crazy mission has any chance at all to succeed. Point the way, I will return with your Oracle's reply and a fine tale too! You may keep your monies, for I have decided that accepting coin for such a small task would be wrong afterall. And with a cocky nod the bard steps back and hops onto his table, sits down with legs crossed and a cocksure smile upon his face.

There - that should be enough to keep me from harm.

 

[Mithreander]

Hitorum laughed outloud at the change of heart, though it could be just because it seemed that this meeting may not have been a waste afterall.

As the dwarf heads to grab the paper, the window to the inn shatters and huge spear like projection protrudes from Hitorums chest, with him staring at it in surprise, the fireplace amntal split asunder by the balista bolt!

At that moment, the humans stand as one and fire their crossbows, which they must have hidden under the table, at Incantus who gets hit by multiple bolts, though one of them sails harmlessly high!

Outside the window, a balista is appearent on the other side of the street and a wave of guards rush the inn!

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OOC: Initiative (unless you would like me to roll)!

 

[hippocrachus]

(OOC Initiative: 10 + 5 = 15)

Xanthas refuses to let his surprise show, he draws his sword, slides his shield from his back, and meets the three human crossbow men in combat. Damn my rationale, if I would of held out a little longer...

 

[deadestdai]

(OOC rolled a 13+6=19 - though would prefer you to roll ^_^.)

Dylan will shockedly and in total fright look to run out of the Inn via the back entrance, then to hide in the alley/yard behind and try to get his bearings

 

[Thanee]

OOC: Yes, please. Make all the dice rolls immediately, that only speeds up things (if you insist, tho, 16+1=17)!


Lenya looks at the scene in horror, but then realizes, that everyone in this tavern is going to die by the guard's hands, if they catch them anyways, and so she moves upstairs to get her belongings.


EDIT: Just noticed, that there probably won't be anyone within close range for her spell, so changed action. Doh!

 

[Majin]

(Initiative: 19 + 4 = 23)

Staying on his guard the whole time Shadowleaf easily contains his surprise and whips out his bow. He rips an arrow out of the hidden quiver within the folds of his cloak and fires it at the nearest human crossbowmen, while quickly skipping back into the corner he was sitting at earlier, trying to seek cover behind the table.

Dammit, I knew this was a bad idea!

 

[silentspace]

OOC I'm with deadestai and Thanee, I'd like you to roll for me

It was a trap after all! Maybe he shouldn't have left his spot in the corner, he thinks, but at least he's with his new fellows. But wait! The human girl was off alone by herself! He sees her rush up the stairs and is relieved that she has removed herself from harm's way. Seeing the guards rushing in through the window, he realizes there's no escape. They'll have to fight their way out of here, or die trying!

Seeing the shadowy elf fire at the nearest human, his bow training kicks in and he reacts on autopilot, firing at the same target. (Unless it drops, of course, in which case he'll take the next nearest target with a ranged weapon.)

Edit: Didn't notice Dylan's actions until now. Is there a way out? That might influence our actions if there was

 

[Li Shenron]

Aramil notices the other elves shooting at the crossbowmen in the centre of the room and instinctively reaches his bow on his back and knocks an arrow as well at the closest crossbowman.