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Fistar slammed hard intothe door. shoulder lowered and jammed the door forward. The pirate barely saw the rogue's intention and dove into the room, trying to get away from the door. He was a bit late. The door's edge and handl slammed into his hip as he flew by, the ankle of the closest leg cracked with a sickening sound as the force of Fistar's shoulder slammed the door closed.
A scream and yell inside was followed quickly by the sound of a wooden beam sliding across the door's inside. Fistar's charging slam came to a stumbling stop at G6.
"Bah.. you dimwits trapped yourself in your own room. " Fistar shooked his head in disgust. Keeping an eye on the door to the room, where the thugs had disappeared into, he then called out behind him, "Are you guys OK?"
Talk is cheap.
Cheap is good
The sound of screeching is heard loudly through the window as the hawk hovers just outside the sill and looking down to the alley below.
Shadowy images of three beings climbing down a drainpipe and one limping away as fast as possible can barely be seen.
The paladin stopped in midstride, looking from the door to Etsia to the window beyond. A tic appeared under one eye at the thought of more trouble, then with a sharp nod to the tiny elf she turned and strode by to peek cautiously out the window.
"Ahh it is a good thing that they ran, " He smiled at the paladin as he walked towards the room, "I wouild have beaten them to a pulp." he grinned, "I'm sure they took one look at me and decided that it wasn't worth my wrath."
Fistar's eyes widen briefly at the two naked dark elves, "I would put on some clothes on before we have some company from downstairs come up," he took a closer look at the female dark elf, "Mind you.... " his voice trails off as he finally noticed the trussed up pirate on the ground, "Oh my, I see you have captured one of them. The poor bastard looks like he's had his faced beat in, " he chuckled and then commenced to go thru his pockets, "Just making sure he doesn't have any hidden surprises. " He grinned.
Palming coins if he can.
sleight of hand - (1d20+7)(16)
Talk is cheap.
Cheap is good
He watched all the events unfold, the interlopers had been run off. Their companion still bemoaning and cursing his fate on the floor. The look he saw from the rogue caused him to narrow his eyes slightly as he flipped the dagger in his hand, the rapier tip still toward the floor.
He turned slightly, to bow at Zarraema's query. "Yes, Mistress, all is well. But I still see too much blood from the small one there." He pointed, raising a finger off the hilt of the dagger to indicate Etsia.
"Hit me in the shoulder." Etsia muttered and poked the pirate with her spear for good measure, still sitting on him, her shoulder and arm showing indeed considerable amount of bruising, dark against the tanned skin. "But then Jessameen smashed his face!" Her declaration was joyful, and delivered with an approving grin at the tall woman.
Etsia nodded enthusiastically. "Then their Chief can smash his face, too."
She stood up, wincing a little at the pain in the shoulder now that the adrenaline was beginning to wear off. She climbed back to the big bed and sat down in the middle of the nesting blankets, whispering the spell to heal the bruises, running her fingers lightly over the hurt area.
Casting Cure Light Wounds on herself, rolling for healed point amount. Cure Light Wounds - (1d8+1)
Still carrying her sheathed bastard sword, and with her cloak ... mostly covering her lack of clothing, Zarraema strode toward Etsia with a faint frown. Laying her baldric and sword down on the bed, she reached out and then stopped dead, giving the Druidess a steady, violet-eyed look, "Would you permit my assistance, little one?"
Etsia blinked up and then grinned and shook her head. Then she shook her arm, moving it to show it was working again, the bruise vanished under the druid's healing spell. "No need. It's fine again."
She hopped down from the bed and then looked the cloaked naked drow over, from toes to tips of her ears. "If I get mashed again today, I'll need help though. All out of healing spells for tonight. So you're a healer of some sort?"
He started to relax slightly, the immediate danger now passed. Still unconcerned and completely immodest for his lack of attire, he was thoughtful. He looked down at the large woman's captive, his mind turning. There were several things that would be good knowing.
1. How had they known of the map, unless it was meant for them? It's possible Fistar's mouth had been the trouble, speaking around the matter. But that was doubtful. Which meant something else, that one of those in the Temple of Torm had given them away.
2. How had they known that his Mistress had been in possession of it? The ones who had invaded their room had clearly known, apparently. While Fistar kept asking his Mistress about it, still it was dubious that was the cause. This brought him back to the Temple itself. And the possibility that there was somebody there who had given it away.
3. What was it going to lead them to? Pirates, those were the culprits. But that didn't mean anything at all. They could have been hired by others. Again, this would point to a culprit in the Temple while they had been there.
They'd stepped foot into something much larger than just trying to survive in a new and hostile land. There were things at work here much larger than any they had imagined. The ones in the common room had mentioned factions, he wondered if they had chosen the correct side.
He looked over to his Mistress, his deep but quiet voice interrupting other conversations. "Mistress, with your leave. But there may be a few things we should discuss with our companions. Since it seems we're going to have daggers flung at our backs now."
Recognizing the name of Eilistraee as one of the good gods and making the link between the stories of the surface-drow who tried to be good and the name of the goddess, the druid nodded in approval. She reached to pat Zarraema's arm.
"Good. But my name is Etsia. Not 'Little One'." She turned to look at Kelzir. "What things?"
The sounds of many footsteps echoed down the hall into your rooms. Three large humans and the bartender, all weilding weapons stormed up tot he endo fo the hall. The three large humans smashed into the pirate's room and searched it. The bartender came up to tyou all and was momentarily taken aback at the semi naked dark elves.
"I came as soon as I heard the commotion. I sent for the Watch. They should be here soon. is everyone allright?"
The tender waved his slightly rusty mace around, looking in the nooks and crannies of the rooms.
Fistar grins at the bartender, "I scared them off, I did, into that room your bruiser's are bashing in, " he chuckled. "Is there a reward for capturing this guy? " he asked as he gave a swift kick to the side of the pirate, and grumbles under his breath of the lack of gold on him.
The wood elf then smiled as another thought crossed his mind, "By the way, is that cute half elf downstairs still around. It was quite rude for me to run off like that. It reminds of the time when... " Fistar continued talking about a woman he met at another bar, and how he eventually got her to his bed, to find out that it was a man... "... you wouldn't believe how shocking that was to poor little me... " he sighed.
kick damage non-lethal damage - (1d3+2)(5)
Talk is cheap.
Cheap is good
Kelzir stood silently, the appearance of the keeper and his goons, oh so convenient now that the altercation was over. He frowned to himself, keeping his opinions quiet. Once again the blithering of Fistar was overrunning himself. Kelzir sighed softly.
At the question to the small elf, he merely mouthed the word "later" and turned a dagger point to indicate the men in the room.
The priestess gave the little Druidess a faint smile at the pat - one of the first times anyone had touched her kindly, aside from her former slave. "Etsia."
At the advent of the armed 'guards' from downstairs, she simply rose and flipped the edge of her cloak over one shoulder, uncarring for her lack of attire or the Wood Elf's blabbering, "All are currently unharmed. Your Watch - will they take the prisoner? Will we have a moment to speak with him?"
The paladin frowned at Fistar's behavior -- the babbling subject-matter, the claims, the kick to the bound and helpless man -- and so she moved to place herself between the rogue and the pirate without any particular pretense at subtlety. Greatsword balanced across one shoulder, and taking care not to whack anyone accidentally with it, she looked to the bartender and his enforcers and nodded.
"Yes, we seem to be recovered, though this one did assault a member of our company. I will give a report on what I witnessed to the Watch when they come. I apologize, I believe this man is bleeding on your floor."
The bartender looked your group over, making sure he didn't need to call for any clerics. happy that noone lost their life in his Inn...tonight, he sighed and lowered his weapon.
"Aye lass, the Watch will come and confiscate him, but..if'n you and yer people want to hold him until they arrive, I can close yer door...and leave two guards outside the door, until they arrive." The bartender smiled evilly to the paladin and then to the dark elves.
Either way he motions his armed helpers out of the room and into the hall, where they wait for the bartender.
"Your choice, ladies and sirs. And uh, don't be worryin about the blood. I can send Gerte up here ta clean it up. as long as it doesn't bother you, the mess won't bother me. i'm just glad none of ye were hurt is all."
Still clad in nothing but her traveling cloak (which she'd shrugged behind her shoulders), the Drowish priestess waited for the strangers to leave before making a move. Reflexively, she returned the Innkeeper's wicked grin with what she hoped appeared equally as vicious.
Once the strangers had gone, she strode in front of the prisoner and looked down at him with a dead-blank expression - legs apart, slightly, hands folded behind her back, and attempting as commanding a pose as possible. Her bastard sword remained sheathed and the baldric she grasped, horizontally behind her back, so that the tip and hilt were visible on either side of her.
Without intending for so much as one iota of emotion to leak into her voice, stance, or expression, she addressed the captive pirate, "Why was your party in our rooms? What were you looking for?"
((Not sure what to roll here, so... going for intimidate <winces> (1d20)(1)
If I'm wrong, Jeggy, let me know.))
EDIT:Oh.. EM... GEEEE! Zarraema is about as intimidating as a rolley polley!
(( **hordes his map, petting it** My preeesciouuuus. ))
Kelzir slid around the man, so he was behind him. He leaned the hilt of his rapier against his leg for a moment, making quick gestures to his Mistress. Without a word, he wrapped his hand around the hilt once more. Just waiting for the man to do something stupid.
The wood elf backed up a bit from the the paladin, giving her a wry lopsided grin. He listened to the exchange from the guard and inn keeper and nodded in understanding.
He chuckled slightly at the drows attempt at questioning the would be attacker.
"I've heard that you drows were good at gathering information in nefarious ways, but I've never knew it was so simple as just asking nicely, " he grinned. "You know, I think a little more persuasion is probably needed, in this situation. "
He deftly stepped around Jessamyn and bringing out his dagger the wood elf knelt down and viciously grabbed the pirate's hair pulling his head back he placed the dagger against his throat and gleefully said, "Answer the drow, scumbag, or I'll open another mouth for you, " he smiled happily at the pirate.
initmidate - (1d20+1)(17)
Talk is cheap.
Cheap is good
"You're doing it all wrong. First you ask a question and say 'or else'. Then when they don't, then you do the else-bit. Not start with the else before they've said 'not gonna tell you'."
The druid shook her head. The tribe sometimes caught intruders. Usually they didn't bother asking questions, though. Why would they be interested in why there were strangers in their territory, anyway? Intruders came, intruders died. Just like robbers barged in and robbers had their faces smashed in.