[Vile] Puppy Kicking PCs at Work

[Goddess FallenAngel]

T'aria steps in the room, the pouch of gems and coins long stashed in her cloak pockets. Seeing the archon fall, and everyone (most importantly, herself) hurt, she holds up the potions.

"Can anyone read this scratching that attempts to pass for writing? They might help heal us...." ...or me, she silently adds.

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

Aligor Thunderaxe Male Dwarf Fighter/Barbarian

[Ezuvial would have got an attack of opportunity on Sunedilar if he hadn’t used it already on Gwyn, or if he had Combat Reflexes. Sunedilar rolled 11+8-4=AC 15 on Aid Another. Aligor rolled 10+7+2+2=AC 21, just hit. Damage rolled 3+3=6, didn’t exceed DR.]

I only included the initiative list to show everyone how hurt they still are. The fight’s over, unless someone wants to give the poor archon a healing potion. ]

OOC - Damage should be +4 for his bonus, as he uses 2 hands to wield the waraxe. But no matter, the 'she-hulk' has taken care of this bad dog.

Aligor, amazed at how quickly this creature goes down, sneers, and looks around the room. "I still git a piece of him!" With that remark, he takes his waraxe, and begins his work, trying to pry out a souvenir. He will make sure the head is cut off, and then work on other appendages, as he sees fit. He will see what features would best serve as one, and decide by whatever does not seem to be damaged too much. A set of ears, the canines, or whatever he can take that would be small enough to thread onto his necklace. Once he slices off the ears, he will chew off any excess, to make sure they are in perfect shape for his ornamental pleasure. Upon tasting the blood, he spits it out, saying, "Too damn weak, it needs spice!"

Looking at the creatures weapon, he tries to appraise it quickly. Then he will ask anyone else, "So who's gonna search this beast? Might as well see what else he has fer us!" He throws pices of the beast towards the others, with the intent on them making sure there is nothing more of value that they want before disposing of this 'bad dog'.

 

[Telsar]

Gwyn stabs a claw into the celestial body, but the creature's muscles, sinews, and arteries still resist being torn or damaged by the half-demon. Aligor takes his waraxe, and cuts off the creature's head, killing it, before Lydia has a chance to bring her mace to bear.

[Nothing in coup-de-grace says you get more than a single attack, so just one claw attack. Automatic critical does 2+3+4=9 points of damage. A weapon would probably be more effective, but claws just don't, um... cut it. Coup-de-grace from Aligor rolls 5+9+8=22 damage, killed him.]


T'aria shows everyone the potions, but unfortunately no one knows the language.

[You know, there's more common languages out there than Abyssal. Sunedilar might know it, he didn't finish choosing languages, but if all he was going to pick was human tongues, then he doesn't know the language either.]

 

[Serpenteye]

Alicia leans on her huge blood-stained blade, holding one hand to the wound on her stomach. She watches the others loot the corpse, her corpse, with blank and empty eyes. She would have wanted a piece or two herself, but there were simply too many people. Too many, crowding in on her from all directions, swarming like rats. She twitches slightly, firming her grip on her sword, and for a moment she sees before her inner eye the foyer drenched in their small-folk blood. Then the moment fades.
She steps over the corpse, into the showing-room, looking for the mistress. "Madame, it is safe now. The Dog is dead, the girls are safe. Madame?"

 

[Telsar]

Aligor takes a closer look at the potions, and realizes that, although he can’t read it, the alphabet used is the same that dwarves use. Not that this helps translate it. The dwarf takes various pieces off the archon’s dead body. The canine teeth aren’t a bad choice for a necklace, but the ears are probably better because of their odd red tint; anyone seeing them will know that didn’t come from an earthly animal. They are a little large though.

[DM just read up on languages and found out many share a common alphabet with one another]

Searching the body reveals almost nothing. All that is found is a small purse with 50 gold in it. And, of course, his longsword. The sword is heavy, possibly not made of steel by its weight, although it looks like dull steel. The sword has a symbol on it’s hilt, a fist holding a lightning bolt, that anyone with religious training knows is the symbol of Heironeous, the god of valor and justice. The sword seems quite old, with lots of tiny knicks from countless battles in the past. Except for it’s odd weight, it doesn’t seem particularly valuable.

Alicia calls out to Madame Brie, but she’s apparently not within the sound of her voice, as no answer comes.

Algernon, breathing heavily, says “That was… exhilarating! I’ve never felt more…”, he trails off looking at Lydia, not finishing his sentence. He calms down a bit and asks “Does your group here do this sort of thing often? Get to kill celestial beings, I mean.”

After a few minutes, two figures show up at the open front door: Loni, and Madame Brie. Loni says to her, “I told you he was dead. I felt it when it happened!” The whore looks around for Accalon, and smiles when she sees him standing and not too seriously injured. Brie looks a bit nervous, staring at the dead, mutilated corpse of her enemy, apparently worried he might still get up again. She has yet to notice T’aria carrying an armful of her potions.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"One dead archon, as per the deal," Lydia says, looking at Brie with a bit of pride, lifting her head high. She throws a quick wink at Algernon.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"We killed some other people too, you know," Alev says, tilting his neck sickeningly. "Not that it makes a difference."

He will then proceed to search the archon's body, blemished probably beyond repair at this point, and a tragedy in that.

(OOC: I'll still be off-and-on for a few more weeks, I think. But I am still around.)

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Accalon Darcanda: Human/Male (Unholy Warrior)

Accalon looks around absently obviously looking for Brie when he hears Algernon question, shaking his head he replies honestly, “No they’re a rarity, luckily few and far between.”

Giving up his search he turns towards the dead body and those around it he gives a quick order, but it sounds more like a suggestion and it’s obvious by his distracted look he’s not into forcing it, “Don’t discard any of his items, we will need examine them closely, he might not have been working alone.”

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Hearing the familiar, and lovely, voice Accalon quickly turns to see Loni at the door, his relief is obvious as he returns her infectious smile while walking towards her and Brie, “I’ll let my comrades handle the business exchange with you Madame Brie, we have unfinished business upstairs, I’m afraid that all of your daughters are in a tizzy over the noise from the commotion. If dear Loni would be so kind to escort me I’m sure I can calm them down.”

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

As no one else has claimed it, Gwyn hefts the archon's blade, collecting the scabbard as well. Speaking in Infernal, Gwyn states "Think that church isn't as abandoned as it looked? I'm guessing that's where this bastard was holed up. Shall we investigate once we're a bit healthier?"

 

[Goddess FallenAngel]

T'aria glares at Brie. Great, she had to walk in before I can dispose of these... and no way to hide either, not with these burn marks. If I hadn't set off that godforsaken trap, I could pretend innocence... She briefly debates going back and attempting to cover her tracks. But she is tired and in a great deal of pain. The only thing holding her to her feet is the unwillingness to show weakness around the others. Forget covering it up, I don't give a flying... She pulls her cloak around her body and walks toward Brie.

"Madam, your doorman said that these would help in the battle and requested I retrieve them." She hands the bottles to Brie with a dark look to the doorman. "He was attempting to pry open the chest they were in."

Speaking in Infernal, Gwyn states "Think that church isn't as abandoned as it looked? I'm guessing that's where this bastard was holed up. Shall we investigate once we're a bit healthier?"

T'aria gazes with distaste at those taking souvenirs and uses Gwyn's question as a reason to walk away from Brie (although still keeping one distrustful eye on the goblin). "Yes, quite a good idea." She responds in the same language.