Sail and Scepter Inn, Port Verge (nighttime) – Vhir, Glasia
The “halfling” hurried down the remaining steps and across the carpeted lobby, carrying his few personal items and a cage very nearly his size, with a large hawk peeking out of the silk cover. An odd sight, perhaps, but the bird behaved as if nothing was amiss, only scanning the surrounding area, wide-eyed.
To their fortune, they encountered no one else on their way out of the inn, and the pseudo-halfling and his unseen companion emerged onto empty, glistening streets. It was raining lightly but steadily now, and streetlights reflected a yellowed glow from the rounded surfaces of the paving. All was quiet around them, except the sound of rain against the stone at their feet.
Streets of Port Verge (nighttime) – Dragen
The indifferent Dragen walked on through the cold northern rainfall, seemingly unconcerned with what he left behind. Several minutes passed, and he turned onto a commercial street about a block away from the waterfront. After walking past a few cross streets, he came to more dimly illuminated intersection. Rainwater trickled past his boots through the gutter, running downhill towards the bay. Looking that direction, he caught the faint sound of agitated movement and shouts coming from an inn on the water’s edge. The light cast from the front windows flickered on the path as figures swirled quickly within.
[sblock="[Non]combat Information (same idea)"]Vhir
21 HP
AP 7
Disguised
Glasia Domarus
11 HP
AP 7
Invisible
Dragen Kessler
37 HP
AP 7
Morika Kevsecks
34 HP
AP 6
Fitful Drunken Sleep[/sblock]
Argotch Inn, Port Verge (nighttime) – Doral, Carver, Partash
Before the woman even has a chance to regain her footing after Partash’s blow, Doral has a fine wooden wand aimed at her, and he utters the command words to fire. An unnaturally fast surge of movement hurtled through the crowd towards her, rippling the air as it passed, and pounded her hard in the chest. She gasped, too breathless this time to curse her attacker, and cringed under the weight of the blow.
Catching sight of his companion’s troubles, the bugbear took a step forward and swung past Carver towards Doral, slashing him across the arm with his longsword. Simultaneously, so as to not waste a second of time, he reached for his handsome shortsword with his off hand. The bugbear spun to face Partash for a second attack. In a fluid motion, the shortsword left its scabbard and sliced upwards towards Partash’s face, but the bugbear miscalculated and the sword only whistled through open space.
As the bugbear reached past Carver to hit his friend, the warforged raised his morningstar high and brought it down towards the bugbear’s rapidly moving body. Unfortunately, at just that moment, the bugbear reeled from missing Partash and stepped slightly to his side, and Carver’s weapon missed narrowly.
Not to be forgotten, the resilient woman gritted her teeth angrily and drove at her nearest foe, Partash, mercilessly. Her scimitar arced neatly through the air, but went wild, posing no great threat. Her attempt only served to draw Partash’s attention back to her, and he swung at her intentionally this time, delivering another cruelly accurate blow. His mace moved heavily, and collided with her lower jaw, skewing it sickeningly. Her head and neck cranked back, absorbing the momentum, but she kept her balance and turned her face again to Partash. Her eyes were filled with complete hatred and rage, but the only sound she could make through her twisted and bleeding mouth was a shriek of pain and frustration.
[sblock="Combat Information"]Doral Kinsman
14 HP
AC 17
AP 7
Mindlinked
Carver Banderelli
33 HP
AC 20
AP 7
Partash
22 HP
AC 16
AP 7
Minklinked[/sblock]
