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Post by Veritas on May 19, 2011 11:10:18 GMT -4
Janiven's face turns ashen when the small gnome skitters into the room and delivers what can only be considered terrible news. She looks over at the other four people, and then steps past them, into the main room, raising her voice.
"Get out, get out the back, run!" she calls, waving her hands. What few people in the bar seem confused, but the bartender's deep voice rings out, ushering the people towards the back. The sound of bars being placed over the doors is heard, and then Janiven returns to the back room, a hint of colour having returned to her face.
"You'll have to forgive me," she says quietly. "I won't be able to answer your questions now. But you will have to trust me - we're not going to be taking on the Queen or House Thrune. We just...want to make things bearable. But we don't have much time. Arael was supposed to meet me here, and now..."
The front door thuds heavily as a mailed gauntlet raps upon it.
"In the name of Asmodeus and the Order of the Rack, open this door!"
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Post by joviality on May 19, 2011 11:26:20 GMT -4
The front door thuds heavily as a mailed gauntlet raps upon it.
"In the name of Asmodeus and the Order of the Rack, open this door!"
Moira's pale face becomes even more ashen. She'd never been in trouble with the law before.
"Where... where do we go? How do we get out, Janiven? You got us into this, now get us out!"
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Post by hockeyisgood on May 19, 2011 12:49:29 GMT -4
"Janvien are they going to kill us?"
Heldalel perception checks for an object to hide behind ([dice=20]+3)[rand=19334638118743896728156615979969562880641594529156253803223371506]
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Post by irishmagician on May 19, 2011 14:33:52 GMT -4
Content to let the adults argue about the next course of action, the child sidles around to darker corner of the room, outside of the glow of the candles dimly lighting the room. She then flops down on the floor and starts playing with three oddly decorated stones silently, attempting to avoid being underfoot and noticed. (Stealth check =[dice=20]+5)[rand=757692625280469798906973726116125085537715349346922770377015695]
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Post by elgatocello on May 19, 2011 21:46:42 GMT -4
The front door thuds heavily as a mailed gauntlet raps upon it.
"In the name of Asmodeus and the Order of the Rack, open this door!"[/b]
Flange takes a last long drag on the cigarette in his mouth and then stubs it out into the cup.
"Well, I guess that makes my decision very easy."
Flange bends down, almost nonchalantly, and picks up his sword, affixes it to his back and then lovingly unsheathes it, slow enough to hear it ring from the dragging friction. The hilt is highly stylized with a gold inlay trailing through to the tip of the blade and the entire sword gleams in the light of the sun coming through the window as if it were on fire.
"Alright, Oswego." Flange cleared his throat so deeply that, even if there was mucous hiding inside his feet, it was brought up and spit on the ground. "Let's make this look good."
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Post by Veritas on May 20, 2011 0:24:16 GMT -4
Janiven looks out the door to the front room. The drapes are drawn over the grimy windows, but shadows of men in thick plates can yet be seen. Her eyes slide back over the five people in the room with her, and she takes in a breath.
"Arael is my...friend. Companion, and he can explain everything better...damn the Hellknights!" her voice is hushed, so as to not encourage the men outside the tavern. "Quick," she says, as she moves towards the deer's head. She reaches up and grasps one of the antlers, tugging at it, and a small secret door opens up beneath it.
Immediately, a faint smell of sewage floods into the room, and the trickle of water can be heard. "I promise you all that we are not out for rebellion, but now is not the time to argue or speak of it. Come along. Flange...bring your weapon, yes, but please, please don't make your stand here. In the sewers, at least, we can hold small junctions and the like."
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Post by Yimzin on May 20, 2011 15:47:22 GMT -4
Darvan having continued to lean against the wall silently as this entire scene has unfolded, looks calmly over to the secret door and then to his companions.
"Rebellion or not. Treason or not. Intentions are not what they seek. We are in here and that is guilt enough for them. We run or we join the fires," he speaks as he removes a scroll from his cloak. As he reads it off his features change; his skin turns to look like that of pale Chelaxian man, his eyes now a strong tint of blue and his hair slicked back and black.
([dice=20] +18 = 24, Scroll of Disguise Self)
With a grin Darvan then moves over to the secret passage, his nose wrinkling only a bit from the foul smell wafting up. Turning to look back at the crowd one last time before moving forward, "I for one do not think myself as a piece of fire wood." The Chelaxian looking man then plunges forward into the sewers.[rand=28806231824295137646355454098067745134569056406784107734418625414]
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Post by irishmagician on May 20, 2011 16:18:21 GMT -4
As she hears a man dash off into the secret passage, the aromatic smell of the sewers reaches the child's nose. She smiles nostalgically, remembering the numerous times that she had spent in the sewers avoiding the occasional overly-inquisitive city guard on their rounds. Eager to explore some new territory and possible hiding places, she also enters the passage humming a little tune; her eyes now softly glowing silver as she descends unerringly into the darkness of the sewers, no longer exhibiting the previous signs of blindness she had shown before.
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Post by joviality on May 20, 2011 17:04:53 GMT -4
Moira curses under her breath and moves over to the trapdoor. She's certainly glad she wore her traveling boots today. She begins to climb down, Vuldonna hopping on her shoulders as she descends. The fox curls herself around Moira's neck like a stole.
The last thing you see before Moira is entirely in the shaft is a fox's head bobbing up and down before it disappears, followed by a flash of light and several curses in Elven.
<Once off the ladder, Moira casts light.>
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Post by elgatocello on May 21, 2011 14:41:36 GMT -4
Flange ushers the rest of the party forward and closes the false door. The darkness is as oppressive as the smell of the sewer. "Hey Maps, could we get some sort of light in here?"
...followed by a flash of light and several curses in Elven.
"Much better."
Flange follows the rest of the party into the sewer proper.
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Post by joviality on May 21, 2011 17:14:12 GMT -4
"Hey Maps, could we get some sort of light in here?"
Moira gives Flange a sharp look as he calls her "Maps." She's in no mood for levity at the moment. All she wanted today was a nice early dinner with Janiven, and then to go home to her star charts... but no, that apparently wasn't in the cards for this evening.
Moira looks around the sewer, taking in not only the surroundings, but also unfortunately the smell. She looks to Janiven to lead the way, and readies an action to cast Mage Armor should they be attacked.
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Post by Veritas on May 21, 2011 19:42:00 GMT -4
"Wait a moment," Janiven says after the door is closed. She pauses, and moves on over to the side of the sewer wall. Her hands clutch a stone and she rocks her hands back and forth, moving out a loose stone to reveal a small cache behind it. Her hand scoops in. "Good, they're still here. Come around, I have some for each of you."
She moves to hand out potions, three to each of her five companions. "Potions of Cure Light Wounds made by Arael himself, just in case this happened. Use them as you see fit. Come along," she says, stepping past to lead first into the labyrinthine sewers.
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Post by joviality on May 22, 2011 20:40:47 GMT -4
Moira accepts the potions gratefully, stowing them in her pack.
"Well, where to Janiven? I'm not exactly familiar with the sewer system. Although a blueprint or map of them would be rather interesting to see..."
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Post by elgatocello on May 22, 2011 21:37:21 GMT -4
Knowledge: Dungeoneering [dice=20] + 6
Flange looks up and around, gaining his bearings.
"Hmm...Sewer subsection A..." Flange thinks for a moment. "I think this is the pipe line that goes directly underneath my shop. We could hide there."[rand=97814196257830376777690967652455293423643276087654249626248265]
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Post by Veritas on May 22, 2011 21:40:53 GMT -4
Janiven looks about slowly, and she shakes her head. "Sorry, Flange. I'm sure your shop would be safe for a moment, but if someone reports that it was you in there...no, the best place to go is our safehouse. We have an old abandoned shrine to Aroden that we've been using as a safehouse. Boarded up, so nobody even knows we're inside. I'll lead on, if someone can give me a light source."
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