[Vile] Puppy Kicking PCs at Work

T'aria: female half-fiend rogue

Telsar said:
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.
T'aria takes in the interior of the house at a glance. Well now, this may be more profitable than I had thought...

She turns back to the woman, an upset and nearly panicked look on her face as well. "I sent one of my servants for help - he's running for the guards as we speak! Oh, I hope Anton will be okay - I heard the brigands shout something about wanting to know where some woman was - you know, the one that has been hanging out on this street. Anton refused to tell them and they attacked him! Have you any servants who could help? My household is too far away..." She twitches the curtain aside and peers out the front window with the woman. T'aria turns to the lady, a look of hope on her face. "Maybe if we shout outside where she is, they will leave Anton alone! Yes, I am sure they will. Oh, how I wished I paid any attention to that girl..." She glances out the window again.

[OOC: Bluff +6, and/or Disguise +8 for acting in character]

[OOC: That name for our mutual city is fine with me. :)]
 

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Upstairs at Madame Brie’s, Accalon is still getting almost nowhere in his persuasions {Diplomacy rolled 2+9 – 10 for a retry penalty = 1] Valasia says “I believe your word, that you wouldn’t talk to Madame Brie... but I would still feel terribly guilty. She’s been so good and thoughtful to me. And there isn’t any point. My father is an important man, but he’s a very good man. He couldn’t have anything to do with girls disappearing.” She shakes her finger at Accalon in mock sternness “Now you put that idea right out of your head!” She laughs for a second, then gets serious saying “And what would I do if the business closed? It wouldn’t really hurt me any, except that it would break Madame Brie’s heart. That would be terrible, but I would be there for her. Just like she’s always there for me.”


Downstairs, Madame Brie has welcomed the two clients, and says she’ll leave them alone with the girls to get better acquainted. The bodyguard still seems fascinated by Aeweth, but says something rather unpleasant when she mentions her name and home town [Bluff rolled 12+8=20]. “You’re lying. Better to say its none of my business than tell me a falsehood.” He smiles at her, apparently a genuinely kind smile [Sense Motive rolled 10+9=19] The man’s employer says to him “Now how do you know that? You said you were a good judge of people, but still, ladies need their secrets.” He turns back to Lydia. “My new friend here”, referring to the bodyguard, “is so uncouth. Why, if I knew one of your secrets, I certainly would never blurt it out.” He draws closer to Lydia. “I can prove it to you. Whisper one in my ear.”
The bodyguard finally turns away from Aeweth for a moment to look at Lydia, and seems to study her carefully. No smile crosses his lips as he notices the weapons at her side [DM assuming the mace, dagger, and/or crossbow would be visible since clothing hasn’t been changed], but he apparently doesn’t see her as any threat to his boss. He studies the other girls as well, but when he turns back to Aeweth, that same smile returns to his face.


[Fangor: a delayed rage and attack would be allowed, buy a “delay” always occurs after someone’s action. To do something before their action, you have to “Ready”. You can ready a standard action (like an attack) or a free action (like entering rage), but not both. So, if you aren’t willing to give the enemy an action… you’ll just rage right now then :) ]

Aligor, fed up with this human, tightens his grip on his axe, his veins and eyes bulging, an uncontrollable roar escaping his throat. His muscles swing his axe with blinding speed, easily cutting the man [Rolled 6+11=Hit AC 17, Damage=1D10+7 (new Str of 20 gives +7 with 2-handed weapon, why an additional +8? Didn’t see mention or penalties taken for Power Attack) = 6+7=13 damage, dying], leaving him to fall bleeding beside his brother. Rusty says “Ya forgot t’ kill them on yer table. Now the guards are gonna show up, their boss Hex is gonna show up, and yer just standing there foamin’ at the mouth.”


Down the street, Alev and Sunedilar both escape the glittering cloud and surround the robed man, who has no time to speak before Sunedilar attacks, swinging his spiked chain just a bit over his head [Rolled 4+8=AC 12, missed], while Alev closes in with his two weapons drawn. The man looks suddenly much more worried and tries to bargain. “Alright, sorry! I’m not a scary wizard, OK? Just back off! I have a couple friends doing… um, some work, up the street. I was just trying to keep you from disturbing them. I do know some spells that’ll hurt as much as those weapons look like they can, so, um, let’s just forget about this before someone is in pain” Off in the distance, Sunedilar thinks he hears a low roar [Default Listen rolled 15] that sounds familiar. A roar he’s heard issuing from the mouth of Aligor when he’s really upset.


On Gorgon’s Way, T’aria’s companion is confused by her question “A woman hanging out on the street? Why would a woman do that? I don’t understand.” Realization suddenly hits her “Oh! You mean… one of those women! There’s no one like that here, this is a good neighborhood!” At the mention of servants, “No, I sent them home for the night when I went to the party. There’s no one here. Oh wait!” She claps her hands together sharply, and T’aria feels the vibrations of something moving through the house. Suddenly, a large dog leaps into the room, and immediately starts growling and barking at T’aria. But it’s owner claps her hands again and says “No, bad dog. She’s a friend. But outside, some thoroughly despicable types.” The dog continues to growl, looking as though it would like nothing better than to sink it’s teeth into the half-demon. But the woman’s command stop it from acting, as she goes to the door, to open it and let him out.

[Will continue with Gwyn once I know if he’s negotiating with a hurt human or a blood smear, after Alicia does her thing]

[Oh, and the name of the city is fine with me too. Anything anyone wants to make up that doesn’t contradict with something before, and you’d expect wouldn’t go against the plot, should be fine. And if it does go against the plot… I’ll probably change the plot :) ]
 

“Alright, sorry! I’m not a scary wizard, OK? Just back off! I have a couple friends doing… um, some work, up the street. I was just trying to keep you from disturbing them. I do know some spells that’ll hurt as much as those weapons look like they can, so, um, let’s just forget about this before someone is in pain”

"No, I'm don't like that idea," Alev says, although he switches back out of an offensive stance (still considered fighting defensively; doesn't want to forego any chance to strike if he pulls any tricks). "You see, that's an even bargain, but our situation isn't even, we have you outnumbered two to one. A deal has to balance out, you know? So why don't you tell us something useful, and in exchange we'll give you your life, which is worth about half as much." Alev frowns, and shrugs. "At least, by a generous estimate."

He looks up at Sunedilar, wondering if he agrees.
 

Alicia stops in her tracks, nearly stumbling on her own feet in surprise that the weak-looking Gwyn had ended the fight all by herself. Disappointed she pulls the cloak back over her shoulders and begins to walk towards the door Daria entered trough, realising that she would get no part of the spoils of the battle.
 

Aligor Thunderaxe Male Dwarf Fighter/Barbarian

Telsar said:
Rusty says “Ya forgot t’ kill them on yer table. Now the guards are gonna show up, their boss Hex is gonna show up, and yer just standing there foamin’ at the mouth.”

Watching as the 2 humans are left on the floor, Aligor shakes off the rage, and looks at the humans. "So whatcha want me ta do with tha bodies? I culd finish the job, and throw away the pieces sumwhere else. Or I could give 'em one uv these."

He steps over to his pack, and procures 2 potions of Cure Light Wounds. "Besides, what is it that they wanted? What kinda truble are ya in Rusty and who is this Hex fella yer talkin about? Whatcha owe him and why?"

Aligor will then go over to the dying humans and search their bodies for anything that will tell him who they work for any why they were here. "Anyway, Rusty, they were here ta kill ya. It's kill er be killed these days! Did ya think they were gonna stay down? C'mon Rusty, they came with swords, and you pick up a crowbar?" Aligor looks at the potion, glances at the humans, sneers, and drinks it for himself.

Thinking to himself, Damn humans. All I wanted was a drink, and they had ta come barging in and mess everything up fer me. That'll teach em. Hex. That name sounds familiar. Where have I heard it before? Let's see what's on their bodies, before I decide ta chop em up and throw their pieces sumwhere else, or let Rusty handle them.
 

Accalon Darcanda: Human/Male (Unholy Warrior)

Accalon remains unemotional and detached giving Valasia a simple shrug of the shoulders as he replies, “I guess that is all the Madame could hope for and it’s very kind that you would do that for her.”

Hefting the clothes as a reminder of their task he speaks quietly and friendly to the blonde elven maiden as he starts walking again, “We should get these down stairs. What do you need theses downstairs anyways?”

Upon there arrival downstairs Accalon notes the newcomers with great interest wonder if either of them could have any connection to the missing girls. The hood of his robe serves its purpose as he continues to study them without giving away his interest as he brings the dress to the new girl with the shoulder length blonde, “Here is your outfit milady.”

Accalon holds the dress up so he can judge how the new girl will fill it while he waits for her to take it.
 
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T'aria: half-fiend rogue

Telsar said:
On Gorgon’s Way, T’aria’s companion is confused by her question “A woman hanging out on the street? Why would a woman do that? I don’t understand.” Realization suddenly hits her “Oh! You mean… one of those women! There’s no one like that here, this is a good neighborhood!” At the mention of servants, “No, I sent them home for the night when I went to the party. There’s no one here. Oh wait!” She claps her hands together sharply, and T’aria feels the vibrations of something moving through the house. Suddenly, a large dog leaps into the room, and immediately starts growling and barking at T’aria. But it’s owner claps her hands again and says “No, bad dog. She’s a friend. But outside, some thoroughly despicable types.” The dog continues to growl, looking as though it would like nothing better than to sink it’s teeth into the half-demon. But the woman’s command stop it from acting, as she goes to the door, to open it and let him out.
Oh damn, now what? T'aria thinks, her mind racing. Making a quick decision, she shows what she imagines is the proper amount of fear of the dog until the woman tells it no. As the other woman walks toward the front door to let it out, T'aria moves slightly to the side, glancing out the window as she does so.

Perfect, she thinks with satisfaction, seeing Alicia move towards the house. "Hurry - one of them is almost at the front door! They must have seen us..."

When the wealthy lady opens the front door and the dog rushes out, T'aria takes a step behind her, flicking her wrist just so. The cold iron dagger she keeps hidden in her right wrist sheath drops into her hand, and she grasps the woman's hair and lays its edge across her throat, pressing it just hard enough to lightly break the skin. "Call off the dog," she hisses in the woman's ear, "Or you won't ever be able to call it again."

[OOC: Delay action until after she opens the door and the dog exits; then 5-foot step behind her and draw (base attack +1, so I can draw as part of a move action), then standard action to attack and hold. Free action Intimidate +2 if using STR, or +3 is using CHA (Some DMs will allow either or both, depending on how it is used, I don't know if you do or not). This will be two actions, thanks for the correction, Telsar. I hadn't taken into account the grapple *duh*. ;) ]
 
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Sunedilar al Hazir Human/Male Fighter

Sunedilar simply replies "I would suggest that you pray to whatever god you hold dear that you ahve information worth your life, because I doubt your spells will be cast sucessfully with my chain tearing your throat out."

He continues to whirl the spiked chain, slipping it close enough to the sorcerer to let the wind brush his skin.
 

At the carriage, the driver doesn’t resist being tied up by Gwyn. [Initimidate rolled 9+11=20. I’m assuming Gwyn will search him…] The half-demon finds no more weapons on him, nor much of anything else except a pair of necklaces in his pocket, possibly valuable, each with half of a heart attached. He easily notices [Spot 13+5=18] what is happening at the lady’s front door.

As Alicia moves towards the entrance, it suddenly opens and a large canine leaps out and heads straight for her, trying to bite her leg, but misjudging just how wide he’ll have to open his mouth to do that [Hit AC 5]. In the doorway, T’aria grabs the lady by her hair, and begins to position her dagger at the woman’s throat, making her wishes known.

[Being “ready” to attack her with the dagger is a standard action on it’s own, and can’t be combined with the grapple. Grapple this round, next round use the ready action to attack her if she disobeys an order. Grapple results: Rolled 15 to hit touch AC, woman gets no Attack of Opportunity since she expected nothing. Opposed grapple checks roll 19(T’Aria) vs 16 (woman), so a firm grip is established. Intimidate: rolled 10+3+2=13. Initimidate goes by Charisma, but you can get a +2 bonus if you display that you are stronger or otherwise more powerful than your adversary. (T’aria isn’t stronger but is armed vs her being unarmed) You won’t know if she seems cowed until she acts, after Alicia.]

[Initiative (who’s up next):
Alicia, Unhurt
Driver, Disabled, tied
Gwyn, HPs: 15/18
Woman, Unhurt, grappled
Dog, Unhurt
T’aria, Unhurt, grappling]


In the street, the robed man says to Alev and Sunedilar “Something useful? How am I supposed to know what you would find useful? You seem pretty tough. My boss could use new muscle, if you’re looking to make money. I’m not a wizard’s henchman but I’m somebody’s henchman. So… I’ll go get my friends down the street, and we’ll all put a good word in for you. How does that sound?”


Meanwhile, Aligor quaffs a potion, feeling a bit better [Rolled 5+1=6 HPs back, current total 18. You said you grabbed 2, but only mentioned drinking one, so that’s all I counted], both brothers still bleeding at his feet [they just can’t seem to fail their Fortitude saves and die already :) ] Rusty says “I don’t owe this Hex jerk nuthin’. He says he kin ‘protect’ my place from damages for a fee, but you kin guess what that means. He’s just a loud-mouthed kid that didn’t git spanked enough. As for the bodies… damn, Aligor, I don’t know. Probably better to call the guard and let them clean ‘em up.” Searching the dying bodies [Default Search rolled 16], brings up a small money pouch hidden on one, with 20 platinum and 30 gold inside, while the other has a piece of paper. On this paper is a rough map of the city, with a line drawn running from a point in the middle of city to the Rusty Guts Tavern, and another line from the Tavern to a spot on the south side of town, near the royal palace. Also, written on the paper are the words “Give him at least 50 gold!!!”


At Brie’s, Accalon and Valasia finally come back down, each carrying an outfit. The one Accalon is carrying, and offers to Aeweth, is a frilly pink thing, made with sheer, almost see-through material. When Accalon holds it up, there isn’t much to it; apparently Brie won’t mind if her arms and legs get cold. The outfit that Valasia hands to Lydia is low-cut and made of black leather, obviously designed to accentuate cleavage and fit snugly around everything else. It comes with a pair of black leather very high-heel shoes that look like they might require a few days practice to walk in.

The immaculate client notices the gifts and says “Ah! I see Brie hadn’t had time to set you up with new clothes. You two must really be new then!” Looking at Lydia, “Is it possible that I will have the honor of being your very first client?” The thought seems to excite him a great deal. “I promise to be gentle, my dear”. The bodyguard, meanwhile, watches the new arrivals, Accalon and Valasia, perhaps looking for any threat to his employer, but after a moment, his attention returns to Aeweth.
 

Gwyn picks the driver off the ground with his left hand and scoops the dagger up with his right, moving towards the house. He concentrates more on keeping hold of the man than on getting there swiftly; T'aria is in no danger, and he wants to see how this "Alicia" fares.
 

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