[Vile] Puppy Kicking PCs at Work

[Fangor the Fierce]

Aligor Thunderaxe Male Dwarf Fighter/Barbarian

Rusty says, chuckling, “Aligor, ya ever been in a fair fight? Now get out o’ here, lemme handle my own business”
[Initiative, damage:
Thug, taller Init-14, Hurt
Thug, shorter Init-14, Dying
Aligor Init-14, HPs-20/37
Rusty Init-8, Hurt]

"Fair fight? You ungrateful cur! Fine then, have it your way!"

Aligor shifts his axe and takes a swipe at the human left standing with the flat of his blade. AttBon+5, (-4 non lethal penalty, and +2 Flank)

 

[Goddess FallenAngel]

T'aria: female half-fiend rogue

T'aria sighes loudly as Gwyn and the driver exchange blows and as Alicia charges the fight. Gwyn, you are always so impulsive...

[OOC: The following is assuming that the lady hasn't entered her home yet or noticed the battle.]

She moves toward the lady fumbling with the front door before she notices the battle behind her. Maybe this one knows something... even as drunk as she is.

Approaching from her side, T'aria calls out quietly (so as not to wake the neighbors) in a breathless, worried tone, "Madam! Brigards in the street - hurry inside while we wait for the guards to arrive!" She takes the woman's arm and attempts to hurry her inside as if a friend or neighbor.

[OOC: Bluff +6]

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Downstairs, the place is much emptier now. Madame Brie is pouring some hot tea for Aeweth and Lydia while they wait for Valasia to return with their new attire. Brie says “So, you both seem like two ladies of culture. I have met a great number of cultured women that I would have loved see working here.” She looks slyly at both women. “They were resentful, that my girls had more power over their men than they did. I hope you aren’t like them and have enough power over this man stealing from me that you can at least find him.”

A bell is heard, one attached to the front door. Madame Brie rises and says “We have customers… unfortunately you aren’t dressed yet. And Valasia isn’t here to greet them, either. What’s keeping that stupid girl?” Brie moves towards the door to greet these clients, but they didn’t mind entering on their own. Two men stand in the doorway. Both are quite handsome, one thinner and immaculately dressed, the other more rugged looking. The slim one says, in a cultured voice, “Ah, Brie, Valasia didn’t greet me at the door. I’d be insulted, but I think it’s good that you’ve finally put her to work. That was such a waste. And I hope you don’t mind, I brought my new bodyguard. As long as he’s watching out for me, he may as well watch me having a good time. And, what’s this? New mea… I mean, you have new girls, I see. Lovely to meet you both.” He gives an apprasing eye over Lydia and Aeweth

"And likewise, I'm sure," Lydia says, giving a small, secretive smile to the slender man. "Would you care to sit, m'lord?"

*Lydia gives Aeweth's arm a slight squeeze to get her to talk, as she starts walking back toward some of the chairs.*

 

[Telsar]

The driver almost avoids one of Gwyn’s claws, but the half-demon still finds a decent artery to sever [Rolled 18+4=Hit AC 22, Damage rolled 1+4=5] The man is very hurt, but still has some fight in him, until Gwyn slashes him with his other claw [Rolled 12+4=Hit AC 16, Damage rolled 4+4=8.] The dagger drops from his hand as he clutches at his bleeding wound, too weak to do much else [Made his Fortitude save, so he’s Disabled]

[I need to know if Alicia will still attack the driver if he looks too weak to fight back. I don’t want to decide that for you]

The woman at her door turns around at T’aria words [Bluff rolled 14+6=20], and drops her keys in shock. “Oh my! Anton!”, she says in a low whisper. “Oh lordy, I hope he just gives them his money.” She grabs her keys, fumbles a bit more but finally unlocks her door. She grabs T’aria’s arm and pulls her inside, shutting and locking the door quickly. “Oh my! What can we do? You think the guards will hear? Anton’s such a nice man, I hate to think of him hurt. We should do something!” She seems very erratic, panicked, not knowing what to do. T’aria notices the inside of the house is quite nice, with a few paintings of landscapes and a vase that might be worth a bit of gold.

[In order of Initiative (rolled initiative between Alicia and Gwyn; put T’aria after since she’s reacting to their actions), damage:
Gwyn, HPs: 15/18
Alicia, Unhurt
T’aria, Unhurt
Driver, Disabled]


At the bar, Aligor still doesn’t seem to have the hang of using his axe as a club [Rolled 6+5=AC 11, missed], nor does Rusty have any luck with his crowbar [Rolled 1, missed]. The man still standing looks aghast as his brother lays dying, and swings his sword at Aligor with fury in his eyes, striking the dwarf deeply [Rolled 20, but crit wasn’t confirmed. Damage rolled: 8] Aligor is now looking more than a little scratched up, and Rusty says “Damn, dwarf, I’m sorry… my suggestions are gonna git you killed. Just leave and let me handle this!”, although he doubts the dwarf is in any mood to listen now.

[Initiative (changing order to start with Aligor), damage:
Aligor Init-14, HPs-12/37
Rusty Init-8, Hurt
Thug, taller Init-14, Hurt
Thug, shorter Init-14, Dying]


Down the street, the robed individual says “Aw, no, I ain’t no shcary wizard’s henchman.” His voice sobers up as he coldly says “I’m the scary wizard.” He opens up his hand, filled with some kind of powder, which he blows on while incanting words of magical power. The powder changes color to a shiny yellow, and grows becoming a small cloud, that swiftly moves and envelops Alev and Sunedilar. Both adventurers quickly cover their eyes [Glitterdust. Alev Will save rolls 12+3=15, Sunedilar rolls 16+1=17; neither are blinded.] and realize they better get out of this cloud if they wish to see.

[Initiative, damage:
Robed man, Init- 16, Unhurt
Alev, Init-15, Unhurt
Sunedilar, Init- 4, Unhurt]


And at Brie’s, Valasia has a wide-eyed expression on her face. “My father? Oh no! He’s a great guy! The greatest, even. Well, except for Madame Brie. She just doesn’t want me talking about him here, that’s all. But if you want to ask her about him, well” her eyes cast downward “she’ll be upset with me bringing him up, but if you think it’s important, then you should.” Then she smiles again. She seems completely unwilling to talk about him, even though Accalon is very persuasive [Diplomacy rolled 16+9=25. The +9 is already including the Smooth Talk(5 ranks + 2 Cha +2 ST)]. One thing Accalon does notice [Sense Motive rolled 17+6=23] is that when she mentioned Brie being upset, there wasn’t any fear in her voice. The other girls working here have all at least flinched at the idea of the Madame being upset with them.


Downstairs, the two new arrivals take seats, with the well-dressed man saying to Lydia “Now, you have an exotic look to you. I bet if your bedroom walls could talk, they’d have quite an interesting story to tell. You will sit beside me, I hope?” The bodyguard looks at Aeweth for a couple moments. He seems very deep in thought, then says to her “You don’t look like you belong here. Although you are certainly the most attractive creature in the room.” The 3 other girls here in the showroom look insulted at this, but think it best to let the ‘professionals’ do whatever it is they are going to do. The bodyguard doesn’t even notice the girls’ reactions, studying Aeweth carefully. “May I ask your name, and where you come from?”

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Barring intervention from Alicia, Gwyn binds the man, hissing at him "If you want to live, neither speak nor move."

OOC: Intimidate +11 against humans.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Accalon Darcanda: Human/Male (Unholy Warrior)

Accalon considers her words for a second as he removes his hand from her slender shoulder. His tone remains unchanged, friendly but serious, as he dismisses her idea, “Valasia, I gave you my word that it would simply be between us and as you said Madame Brie would be upset with you if I spoke with her about your father. I would hate to see her mad at you, she has done so much for you in all and I know you wouldn’t hide information that could help her as I can’t imagine how Madame Brie will be able to stay in business if all of her best girls keep ending up missing.”

Accalon turns towards the stairs but stops after only a step or two before he turns back towards elf, “Valasia? Honestly milady, what will you do if the Madame loses her business?”

OOC: Quite right on the ST. I doubt another diplomacy (+9) check will garner any more information but I would like to see how she answers the question anyhow. So reroll if need be or reply the old roll to the new question.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Down the street, the robed individual says “Aw, no, I ain’t no shcary wizard’s henchman.” His voice sobers up as he coldly says “I’m the scary wizard.”

"Are you quite sure?" Alev asks, ducking through the cloud. "You'd really do much better as a henchman. You'd live much longer if I thought your death might anger someone."

He attempts to move somewhere outside the cloud that will allow Sunedilar to flank (outside of the cloud, as well), meanwhile drawing his rapier and kukri. (Two draw-while-moving actions, or a draw-while-move then a draw, whatever's necessary. If he can be considered fighting defensively -- thus taking -4 to any AOOs, basically -- he'll do that, as well.)

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

Aligor Thunderaxe Male Dwarf Fighter/Barbarian

At the bar, Aligor still doesn’t seem to have the hang of using his axe as a club [Rolled 6+5=AC 11, missed], nor does Rusty have any luck with his crowbar [Rolled 1, missed]. The man still standing looks aghast as his brother lays dying, and swings his sword at Aligor with fury in his eyes, striking the dwarf deeply [Rolled 20, but crit wasn’t confirmed. Damage rolled: 8] Aligor is now looking more than a little scratched up, and Rusty says “Damn, dwarf, I’m sorry… my suggestions are gonna git you killed. Just leave and let me handle this!”, although he doubts the dwarf is in any mood to listen now.

[Initiative (changing order to start with Aligor), damage:
Aligor Init-14, HPs-12/37
Rusty Init-8, Hurt
Thug, taller Init-14, Hurt
Thug, shorter Init-14, Dying]

In a bit of surprise by the human still attacking and scoring a good blow, Aligor begins growling. Rusty has seen this one too many a time, and knows that the days of the human are coming to an end. With a fierce look in his eyes, Aligor screams at the human, and he starts seeing red. "Damn you! Put down your weapon or your brother dies!"(No Intimidate, just delaying as per below)

Delayed Rage. If the human does anything besides put down his weapon, then Aligor will immediately become enraged, and attack him. (Assuming that you allow Rage as a delayed reaction to where if the human tried to attack, Aligor would go first, with his new mod of AttBon +11 (+7 Regular, +2 Flank, +2 Rage)) If the human puts down his weapon, then Aligor will take a 5-step move away, "Rusty, you think we shuld let'm go? Yer, choice."

If delayed rage not allowed - "Damn you humans. Always meddling with a dwarf's drinking time! This'll teach ya!" Rage, AttBon +11, dmg 1d10+7+8

 

[Cepter]

Sunedilar al Hazir Human/Male Fighter

A trace of a smile crosses Sunedilar's lips as the sparkling motes cascade past him, content in confirmed suspicion. Typical wizardling, thinking that a simple parlor trick will thwart his foes.

"No, I don't think this one will even make a good henchman by the end of the night. Maybe he can tell us a little more once he's been made more pliable. Or perhaps he'll become a little something for our dark lady to toy with, if there's enough left."

A rare moment of humor for Sunedilar, but conflict brings out his most personable aspect on occassion, and this was such an occassion. But his humor fades as his chain whips free of its strap, scything through the air like a scorpion's sting as Sunedilar expertly sends it flying towards his foe's head as the warrior himself steps to the side, out of the shimmering cloud.

(Moving out of the glitterdust and going for a standard attack)

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

The bodyguard looks at Aeweth for a couple moments. He seems very deep in thought, then says to her “You don’t look like you belong here. Although you are certainly the most attractive creature in the room.” The 3 other girls here in the showroom look insulted at this, but think it best to let the ‘professionals’ do whatever it is they are going to do. The bodyguard doesn’t even notice the girls’ reactions, studying Aeweth carefully. “May I ask your name, and where you come from?”

Oh, well, sh-t. Aeweth's remained quiet, blushing, and staring at the floor during this entire exchange, and meanwhile Rhesa's been cursing that she didn't get a chance to change; even six seconds warning could have meant a passable illusion. I may be "the most attractive creature in the room," but this is not a whoring outfit. Now she's got to quickly justify why she looks like a scholar in a brothel and things are further complicated because she may well have just caught the eye of this fellow in some sort of major way. Still, better him than the other one. "If bedroom walls could talk" indeed!

"My... my name's Faleri." The hesitation is entirely faked modesty- Rhesa can come up with names quite easily. "I'm from Gerreth," she says. No need to lie about that. Best to know what I'm talking about in case he's ever been there. Her tone is shy, reluctant, as if she's not entirely sure if she wants to be here but doesn't want to leave, either. Pretty much exactly what Aeweth is feeling (and two out of three for Rhesa, who isnt shy).

We've never named T'aria and Rhesa's mutual city, so I just did. Not attached to it, feel free to change it, but I need something to say.

Bluff is +8, Sense Motive is +10 to figure out what he's getting at. She'll try to get a read on the other fellow, too.