The Shackled City - Golarion Prelude

[Walking Dad]

Wilbur

Wilbur presses himself against the wall to avoid further bolts.

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move: to -2AR
standard: total defense

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HP: 10 / 11

Spells:
1: 4/5

Gift of Madness: 6 / 6

Wilbur 2
Wilbur Warrington

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[Maidhc O Casain]

OOC: I'm back from my sojourn to the Internet Dead Zone. Just to make sure I understand - Thug Leader is down, one is surrendering, one is running and one is on the roof?

 

[ahayford]

OOC: Recap: Thug 1 is dead, Thug 2 surrendered, and Thug 3 has fled down the alley. Marcus and Nia are in pursuit. The archer is currently wounded, and has yet to react to this.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Valinnan moves over the surrendering thug and gazes down at him. "Right. Just you stay on your face with your hands behind your back. Wilbur . . . if he twitches the wrong way while I'm tying him up, make him slit his own throat." With these cold words, the Aasimar pulls the rope from his pack and sets about securing the prisoner.

 

[ahayford]

The remaining archer grimaces in pain and grasps the arrow protruding from his shoulder. Clearly out numbered and out gunned, he slips a small vial from his tunic and drinks the contents.

Until next time......

His body rapidly fades from view, until he is no longer visible.

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Marcus and Nia catch up to the 3rd Thug just at the exit from the alley to the next cross street. He is sitting on the wet pavement with his back against a stone wall, his hands tightly grasping his side. The blood is pooling around him on the pavement and his face is drawn and pale. His breathing is shallow, and he appears unable to move.

Please, help me. That damn fool near killed me

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Valinnan and Wilbur secure the remaining wild eyed thug. Every now and then, he bursts into a series of unintelligable outbursts, but otherwise does little to resist Val’s restraints. After ensuring the Thug is secure, Val glances down the alley and sees that Marcus and Nia are leaning over a figure at the end of the alley. A sharp pain and sudden wetness on his hands reminds Val of his own wounds, which are quite severe.

A slow moan can be heard from the collapsed form of the thugs' victim who lies on the cobblestones not far from the group.

 

[Dragonwriter]

"Aye, we'll help you. To the inside of a jail cell, for however long it lasts," Marcus growls as he roughly pulls the man up with one hand and yanks the set of manacles from his belt with the other hand. He clasps them shut on the thug and makes sure the man's hands are secure behind him. The former guardsman does a little to support the man on the short walk back down the alley.

"Tell me your name, the names of those who were with you and why you roughing up that guy when we found you." His tone of voice is clearly not bespeaking a friendly question.

 

[jkason]

Caytis Maggerin

Caytis swears as the archer disappears, but realizes there's little his abilities would let him do to track the man.

He turns to see that his companions have the other living thugs well in hand as he stows his bow and stoops to retrieve his quadrens before moving to the victim to check on him.

"It's alright, sir. You're safe now," he assures the injured man as he tries to assess his wounds.

[sblock=mini stats]HP: 10/10 AC: 15(19) AC(T): 12 AC(FF): 13 Init: +02
BAB: 00 CMB/CMD: 00/12 ACP: -1 ASF: 00 Spot: +05

Conditions: Shield (+4 AC / 1 minute), Arcane pool shortbow (+1 attack / 1 minute)

Saving Throw Total Base Mod Misc Special
Fort: 03 2 +1
Ref: 01 0 +2 -1*
Will: 03 2 +1

* -1 Reflex (Wyrm Blooded trait)
** Conditional: Immune sleep, +2 vs enchantments, +4 vs acid

Weapon Attack Damage Critical Special
Quadrens +2 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Quadrens, Spell Combat +0 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Composite Shortbow +2 (+3) 1d6 20/x3 Range 70 ft.

* Conditional: +1 attack with Arcane Pool enhancement.

Arcane Pool: 3/5 remaining

Spells Prepared:
* 0 Level (3): Prestidigitation, Detect Magic, Light
* 1st Level (2, DC 15):Shield, Shield

Arrows: 19/20 remaining[/sblock]

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Once his friends are gathered - and the bound thugs as well - Val hooks the ever present wooden mug from the hook at his belt and holds it up. "A toast! My thanks to Cayden Cailean for delivering us from this peril. My lord, I humbly request your aid with our wounds as well." Warmth flares forth from the upraised stein, bathing those present in the healing regard of the Drunken Hero.

Channel Energy (1d6=1)

"Um, hmmm, OK. Let's try that once more, shall we? Cayden Cailean, my gracious lord, in entreat you to heal the wounds of those involved in the rescue of this man from his oppressor!

Channel Energy (1d6=5)

[sblock=OOC]That ought to take care of the worst of it, and stabilize the victim as well.[/sblock]

 

[ahayford]

OOC: I think Cayden was busy at that moment, trying to talk the gown off some deva

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

OOC: Yeah, that sounds about right. I've got to get better with dirty limericks or something if I'm gonna keep praying to that one!