A distant look crosses Corlith's face as he listens to the eerie song. "That song was quite disquieting. Why would they sing of Elturel here in Baldur's Gate? And of the Hellriders? Is it the same voice as you have heard before?", he asks curiously, before realising that Tarina and Reed were already conversing about other matters.
"In Captain Zodge's mind there is a favour owed, and he asked that we collect, if you please", he adds to Reed's explanation.
"Hmm? oh yes, same voice as always, just a different song for once, I don't know."Tarina seems a bit distracted about that as she turns her attention to the now proposed question of the dead three.
"Did he now? Well, I choose who can collect from me you see." She looks at them as she considers her next words. The others sitting at the same table as Tarina, get bored, get up and head down the stairs. The three others at the other table keep playing their game but look over at times to see what is going on.
"You see, your timing couldn't be better. I have heard that some, um.. let's call them former friends, of mine have unfortunately tracked me down. If you all stick around here to see if these friends, I mean... former friends, show up and well, help me dispatch of them,"she nods, "then yes, I will give you the information that I have."
Iron maiden Taos their chest and the name badge disappears to be replaced with the words, 'here? In public? Innocents below...' they then tap on the table slightly to draw attention to their question, looking around the group for some kind of input or support.
In their other hand they still hold the ale that they bought, though not much more has been drunk, the beverage looks very very warm and unappetising by now.
Reed holds his arms out wide with a big smile on his face.
"It's your lucky day. We've a license to do just that sort of thing and," Reed says, looking around before leaning in towards Tarina with a conspiratorial whisper, "and collateral damage is just fine with the captain."
He looks back over at the others nodding, looking to elicit their agreement.
"These former friends of yours, big fellas, are they? Brute force types or are they keen on magic and the like?" Reed asks. "Travel in big groups?"
He bobs his head a long happily as he talks.
"I do have to also ask, why are you just sitting here if you know they're coming?" Reed asks. "I always find it's best to hide for a bit then sneak up on these types in the night and slit their throats."
Reed looks back over at the others and mimes slitting a throat, though instead of cutting across the jugular he mimes running a knife vertically up and down.
"If you cut vertically, up the jugular, they bleed out a lot faster," Reed adds with a smile. He pauses a moment then continues on. "Only if they deserve it though."
Corlith listens to Tarina, and then looks across to Ironmaiden as they tap on the table, reading his questions.
Hearing Reeds observations on the matter is a little more concerning.
"We have been deputised by the Flaming Fist. If these former friends do something unlawful, we are within our rights to arrest them. If they resist it would stand to reason that we would have to use force", he says with a shrug. "I cannot envisage a scenario where the eyes of the law would require slitting someones throat vertically in the middle of the night though", he adds pointedly looking at Reed.
"Say, what do you suppose this wonderful thing is? It is absolutely delicious!"
Wilfred raises his finger as if to say something, then thinks better of it. It's at this point he begins to hear the song. "Oh, that is beautiful. What is that, gnomish? Dwarfish? I'm not very good with different languages myself. What's the song about?"
Wilfred listens to the others talk and discuss Tarina's offer. He listens to what Reed and Corlith say with a blank face before interjecting. "Now, now. Let's all calm down. Let's not get upset over things that aren't happening. We aren't going to be slitting throats of people who are going to be coming here right now. What are we going to do, ask them to take a nap? But, as the IronMaiden said, there are innocent people downstairs. Good, hardworking, people. If some of Tarina's former friends are coming to cause trouble, we should stay and settle things. Better us, then others who might harm some of the fine folk downstairs." He'll look over to Tarina then. "Now, I might be simple folk, but I made good deals back on my farm. Seems out deal is somewhat imbalanced here, and I don't want you taking advantage of these kids. You were supposed to give us the information because you owe Captain Zodge a favor. However, these friends of yours are above and beyond that. Seems we should be compensated somewhat for the extra help. It'd be the fair thing to do. What do you think?"
Reed shrugs at the less than robust encouragement he's received from the rest of the group he finds himself working with now.
"Well as my mum says, there's the law and then there's what's just," Reed says. "You'd be surprised how often the just thing to do is to wait until someone's sleeping.'
He listens a little more and laughs a little when Wilfred mentions the good, hardworking people downstairs.
"I suspect if any of them downstairs were good and hardworking they wouldn't be in here in the middle of the day," Reed says before looking back at Tarina. "He does have a point about compensation though."
Ironmaiden brings out a light hammer and taps the table in front of Reed gently to get his attention, as he looks round he sees the helmet of the suit giving a very slow shake of the head 'no', and then the light hammer bursts into flame as it is withdrawn, the suit of armour still shaking its head slowly.
Tarina ignores the suit of armor as she listens to the others question her plan. As Reed opens his arms and tells her that it is her lucky day, the smile on her face reaches her eyes.
“Big fellas? Yeah, I’d say, they are a bunch of pirates I used to sail with. And as for a big group? Honestly, I’m not sure, I’ve been avoiding them so far. Well, I’m sick of running, and now I see an opportunity in front of me to eliminate my issue and I’m taking it.”
She looks at the tiefling, the light in her eyes diminishing a bit, “I mean, you can try to arrest them, that’s fine. I mean, they are pirates after all.” she shrugs, knowing that that would be a difficult operation with the pirates she knows. She chuckles a bit at the last part directed towards Reed.
Tarina raises an eyebrow towards Wilfred as he mentions good hardworking people, “You serious Joe? Didn’t I just hear some ruckus with your pet chicken there? Trust me, those people down there are anything but innocent.”
Two of the people behind her clink their mugs, “Amen to that!”
Her eyes narrow at Wilfred when he mentions an imbalanced deal, “I’m talking to you right now and giving you the time of day because I owe ol’ Zodge a favor. I have information and you want it. In order to get it, you’re going to help me.” She then shrugs, “You can have any spoils off of them you like. How’s that for compensation?”
"You hear that pirates," Reed says, looking at Wilfred, and Corlith, and the Ironmaiden. "Good deeds and well dones all around if we take care of them. Plus spoils. Pirates are bound to have spoils."
He goes over to the top of the stairs and looks down, gauging how wide they are.
"We could just call them up the stairs, bottleneck them like and then pick them off one by one." Reed says, his smile broadening as he gets into the idea of this.
But then he turns round and looks at the windowless room again.
"Always a good idea to have a way out of this mess if it goes badly. Any windows in these other rooms?" he says, directing the last question back to Tarina.
When Virro starts to hear the song in his native elvish tongue, he ignores everyone in the room. He walks through the room, head pointed toward the ceiling, listening, trying to discern where the song is coming from, to see, who is singing it? He keeps walking in a circle around the room until it ends, occasionally saying a word or two of what is being sung, “Elturel, Hellriders… what does it mean?” His eyes are straining hard, wishing to see that entity that is singing the haunting song…
His head snaps down when the song ends and he listens to the conversation and the words from Reed. “Actually, the jugular is not the way to go, venous, you see. You want the carotid artery, you want the blood to exit the body under arterial pressure and you strike vertically as you mention, someone will bleed out very quickly. Or the subclavian artery right below the clavicle. Frequently we access those when we drain a body… “. His voice trails off and he has a somber look on his face.
Virro starts to look for some adjustment in furniture and a good spot to hide behind, he checks the lighting and angles in the room, kneeling down. “Tarina, perhaps you could stand at the back of the room, acting as “bait” if possible, as they come up and into the room, we can pick them off. What do you say? I have no problem handling them if that gains access to the information we need.” Virro speaks in a very transactional manner. He starts to point and move furniture in the room to arrange an ambush.
Roo' continues happily munching on his food, listening intently as the others talk. Once he's had his fill, he hands the rest to his possum, which is nosing his backside to get his attention.
"Fine, yes yes, fine! Here!" He says, handing the possum the rest of the chicken leg. "I swear, Glory of Morning, if you weren't so magnificent I would swear you were a pig. Now, what's this all about pirates? Slitting throats? Wilfred, I am surprised at you! You are the chaperone, not some common night stalker! If we are going to kill someone, we will do it the good old fashioned way! Mortal combat!"
Roo' bobs his head up and down like he's nodding, like this is the most obvious answer ever. He doesn't seem to have heard the comment about being someone's pet chicken.
"I for one accept the agreement, knowledge and spoils for our assistance. Just make sure you stay alive and do not try to flee before we get what is owed, Tarina", Corlith replies.
Hearing Virro speak so matter of factly without emotion, sends a shiver down his spine. Was this really indicative of the population of Baldur's Gate now? He had only been gone a few years!
"Considering what has been asked of us regarding these followers of the Dead Three, I am willing to expedite matters with these pirates in order to save time. It would be good to offer them the chance to turn themselves in, however unlikely that is", he says to the others.
Turning to Roo, he says, "Who knows, perhaps they have their own bird for you to challenge. Pirates are well known for travelling with parrots". Not being present at Roo's display of strength downstairs, he does not yet have any concept of what the rooster is capable of.
Tarina looks around at all the doors when Reed asks about windows in other rooms. "I'm sure there are, you can see them from the street outside. If I recall, Alan mentioned there were a couple of private dining rooms up here along with several private rooms."
She then stares at Virro as he goes into gruesome detail on how to bleed a body. "Sure, I can go to the back of the room, especially if it is further away from you." As Virro heads to the couches along the walls, he notices they are nailed to the ground. And so are the two long tables. The only moveable furniture up here are the barstools.
"Flee? Why would I? I have no problem telling you about the Dead Three, I just want these bastards off my back." She watches the rooster and isn't sure what to think.
As they are talking the three at the other table get the hint of what is to come and start heading down the stairs. Clearly drunk, they start arguing back and forth as they leave. "The Flaming Fist is decapitated. The captains have already started bickering over who should be in charge with Ulder Ravengard gone.”
“With Ravengard out of the way, who’ll be the next grand duke, I wonder? My money’s on Thalamra Vanthampur. Practically born in the sewers, she was, and more vicious than a swarm of rats.”
Wilfred sighs at Tarina's response. Well, he tried.
"Reed, that's a great idea. I can probably pick off a few from the side here." He stands to the side of the stairs, checking distances and nods to himself.
He looks to Virro with a raised eyebrow. Seems like he's gone through some stuff. He probably needs some encouragement. "Hey Virro, that's a great idea! Good job, champ!"
"Don't worry Roo', I'm sure there be plenty of mortal combat soon. Corlith, you know what they say about assuming. Roo' will definitely be able to handle himself in a fight. Never underestimate a motivated rooster." He will see about pulling a chair towards where he want to situate himself by the stairs.
Wilfred watches the other groups leave. Hmm, that's interesting. Seems like there's infighting in the Flaming Fist.
"Hey, Tarina, when do you expect these pirate fellas to turn up? " Wilfred asks as he takes a seat, Glaive in hand.
Reed jumps up now that everyone seems on board. He quickly goes to all of the other doors, looking to find one that’s unlocked to get an idea of where windows might be.
But as he does he keeps calling back over to Virro.
”Is this my clavicle? This carotid artery, is it here?” He asks while pointing to and touching parts of his own anatomy around his own neck.
”I told you the village school was useless, mum.”
If all the doors are locked he will kneel by the last one, pull out a small leather case and unroll it, revealing a collection of small metal tools. Looking at the lock on the door more closely, Reed selects one of the tools and sets to work, trying to unlock the door.
Ironmaiden facepalms hard but gets on board and slaps their chest and then their pauldrons, the word 'EVACUATE' shines in bright yellow letters across Ironmaiden's chest and their pauldrons begin flashing with a bright light.
Going over to the first door on the north wall that they know is locked they begin knocking, then after a unforgivingly short pause, they attempt to kick the door in (athletics 7)
Reed continues to try doors, looking for the supposed dining rooms that Tarina mentioned, and finds that the East door indeed opens upon a dining room with three windows along the Eastern wall with a displacer beast head above the windows.
The Ironmaiden attempts to get anyone out of the rooms, even if they don't answer and it might actually just be empty... they kick at the door, but it just shakes a bit in it's jamb.
Eight motley humans saunter into the tavern. The leader is a brawny man with a cloudy right eye, a cruel sneer, and a pirate’s swagger. The others are an unsavory, rowdy bunch who act as if they own the place.
“We’re looking for an old friend of ours,” says the dead-eyed man. He sniffs the air. “Goes by the name ‘Tarina,’ or so I’m told. Loves to cheat at Baldur’s Bones.”
The barkeep, not wanting any trouble, points upstairs.
The crew, the brawny man leading the way, pound up the stairs and push their way into the main room, giving Wilfred and the Ironmaiden an attack of surprise if they would like.
The leader, not even looking at the rest of you, stares directly at Tarina. "There you are, you wench. So you go by Tarina now?" He draws his sword, and the rest of the pirates follow suit, "Well, Rhonda, your time is up."
Ironmaiden unimpressed with being brushed past and fully aware of what is about to happen tries to get ahead of the curve, they prepare their Light hammer but before they can take a swing they keel forward, clutching their stomach and vomit a gout of caustic burning liquid directly into the room and over the two pirates directly to their left, the stream covers the floor 30ft from Iron maiden and begins bubbling away eating at everything in sight.
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Wilfred watches as they come streaming up the stairs. Just as there leader finishes speaking, Wilfred's chair slams down as he bursts into action.
He whirls his glaive around with ease, attacking with both sides towards the closest pirate (#7). It seems to be a well practiced maneuver. He then say. "Hey there buddies. Seems like you don't have kind intentions here. My young friend over there wants us to take you in Flaming Fist, but I don't think you'll come willingly. Might take some convincing, I think."
Reaction: Attack with Glaive 19 to hit, 14 slashing damage Action: Attack with Glaive 10 to hit, 7 slashing damage Bonus Action: Attack with butt of Glaive 24 to hit, 6 bludgeoning damage Move: He'll step 5 feet diagonally back to the left.
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A distant look crosses Corlith's face as he listens to the eerie song. "That song was quite disquieting. Why would they sing of Elturel here in Baldur's Gate? And of the Hellriders? Is it the same voice as you have heard before?", he asks curiously, before realising that Tarina and Reed were already conversing about other matters.
"In Captain Zodge's mind there is a favour owed, and he asked that we collect, if you please", he adds to Reed's explanation.
"Hmm? oh yes, same voice as always, just a different song for once, I don't know." Tarina seems a bit distracted about that as she turns her attention to the now proposed question of the dead three.
"Did he now? Well, I choose who can collect from me you see." She looks at them as she considers her next words. The others sitting at the same table as Tarina, get bored, get up and head down the stairs. The three others at the other table keep playing their game but look over at times to see what is going on.
"You see, your timing couldn't be better. I have heard that some, um.. let's call them former friends, of mine have unfortunately tracked me down. If you all stick around here to see if these friends, I mean... former friends, show up and well, help me dispatch of them," she nods, "then yes, I will give you the information that I have."
Iron maiden Taos their chest and the name badge disappears to be replaced with the words, 'here? In public? Innocents below...' they then tap on the table slightly to draw attention to their question, looking around the group for some kind of input or support.
In their other hand they still hold the ale that they bought, though not much more has been drunk, the beverage looks very very warm and unappetising by now.
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The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
Reed holds his arms out wide with a big smile on his face.
"It's your lucky day. We've a license to do just that sort of thing and," Reed says, looking around before leaning in towards Tarina with a conspiratorial whisper, "and collateral damage is just fine with the captain."
He looks back over at the others nodding, looking to elicit their agreement.
"These former friends of yours, big fellas, are they? Brute force types or are they keen on magic and the like?" Reed asks. "Travel in big groups?"
He bobs his head a long happily as he talks.
"I do have to also ask, why are you just sitting here if you know they're coming?" Reed asks. "I always find it's best to hide for a bit then sneak up on these types in the night and slit their throats."
Reed looks back over at the others and mimes slitting a throat, though instead of cutting across the jugular he mimes running a knife vertically up and down.
"If you cut vertically, up the jugular, they bleed out a lot faster," Reed adds with a smile. He pauses a moment then continues on. "Only if they deserve it though."
Corlith listens to Tarina, and then looks across to Ironmaiden as they tap on the table, reading his questions.
Hearing Reeds observations on the matter is a little more concerning.
"We have been deputised by the Flaming Fist. If these former friends do something unlawful, we are within our rights to arrest them. If they resist it would stand to reason that we would have to use force", he says with a shrug. "I cannot envisage a scenario where the eyes of the law would require slitting someones throat vertically in the middle of the night though", he adds pointedly looking at Reed.
Wilfred raises his finger as if to say something, then thinks better of it. It's at this point he begins to hear the song. "Oh, that is beautiful. What is that, gnomish? Dwarfish? I'm not very good with different languages myself. What's the song about?"
Wilfred listens to the others talk and discuss Tarina's offer. He listens to what Reed and Corlith say with a blank face before interjecting. "Now, now. Let's all calm down. Let's not get upset over things that aren't happening. We aren't going to be slitting throats of people who are going to be coming here right now. What are we going to do, ask them to take a nap? But, as the IronMaiden said, there are innocent people downstairs. Good, hardworking, people. If some of Tarina's former friends are coming to cause trouble, we should stay and settle things. Better us, then others who might harm some of the fine folk downstairs."
He'll look over to Tarina then. "Now, I might be simple folk, but I made good deals back on my farm. Seems out deal is somewhat imbalanced here, and I don't want you taking advantage of these kids. You were supposed to give us the information because you owe Captain Zodge a favor. However, these friends of yours are above and beyond that. Seems we should be compensated somewhat for the extra help. It'd be the fair thing to do. What do you think?"
Reed shrugs at the less than robust encouragement he's received from the rest of the group he finds himself working with now.
"Well as my mum says, there's the law and then there's what's just," Reed says. "You'd be surprised how often the just thing to do is to wait until someone's sleeping.'
He listens a little more and laughs a little when Wilfred mentions the good, hardworking people downstairs.
"I suspect if any of them downstairs were good and hardworking they wouldn't be in here in the middle of the day," Reed says before looking back at Tarina. "He does have a point about compensation though."
Ironmaiden brings out a light hammer and taps the table in front of Reed gently to get his attention, as he looks round he sees the helmet of the suit giving a very slow shake of the head 'no', and then the light hammer bursts into flame as it is withdrawn, the suit of armour still shaking its head slowly.
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The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
Tarina ignores the suit of armor as she listens to the others question her plan. As Reed opens his arms and tells her that it is her lucky day, the smile on her face reaches her eyes.
“Big fellas? Yeah, I’d say, they are a bunch of pirates I used to sail with. And as for a big group? Honestly, I’m not sure, I’ve been avoiding them so far. Well, I’m sick of running, and now I see an opportunity in front of me to eliminate my issue and I’m taking it.”
She looks at the tiefling, the light in her eyes diminishing a bit, “I mean, you can try to arrest them, that’s fine. I mean, they are pirates after all.” she shrugs, knowing that that would be a difficult operation with the pirates she knows. She chuckles a bit at the last part directed towards Reed.
Tarina raises an eyebrow towards Wilfred as he mentions good hardworking people, “You serious Joe? Didn’t I just hear some ruckus with your pet chicken there? Trust me, those people down there are anything but innocent.”
Two of the people behind her clink their mugs, “Amen to that!”
Her eyes narrow at Wilfred when he mentions an imbalanced deal, “I’m talking to you right now and giving you the time of day because I owe ol’ Zodge a favor. I have information and you want it. In order to get it, you’re going to help me.” She then shrugs, “You can have any spoils off of them you like. How’s that for compensation?”
Reed turns around to the others.
"You hear that pirates," Reed says, looking at Wilfred, and Corlith, and the Ironmaiden. "Good deeds and well dones all around if we take care of them. Plus spoils. Pirates are bound to have spoils."
He goes over to the top of the stairs and looks down, gauging how wide they are.
"We could just call them up the stairs, bottleneck them like and then pick them off one by one." Reed says, his smile broadening as he gets into the idea of this.
But then he turns round and looks at the windowless room again.
"Always a good idea to have a way out of this mess if it goes badly. Any windows in these other rooms?" he says, directing the last question back to Tarina.
When Virro starts to hear the song in his native elvish tongue, he ignores everyone in the room. He walks through the room, head pointed toward the ceiling, listening, trying to discern where the song is coming from, to see, who is singing it? He keeps walking in a circle around the room until it ends, occasionally saying a word or two of what is being sung, “Elturel, Hellriders… what does it mean?” His eyes are straining hard, wishing to see that entity that is singing the haunting song…
His head snaps down when the song ends and he listens to the conversation and the words from Reed. “Actually, the jugular is not the way to go, venous, you see. You want the carotid artery, you want the blood to exit the body under arterial pressure and you strike vertically as you mention, someone will bleed out very quickly. Or the subclavian artery right below the clavicle. Frequently we access those when we drain a body… “. His voice trails off and he has a somber look on his face.
Virro starts to look for some adjustment in furniture and a good spot to hide behind, he checks the lighting and angles in the room, kneeling down. “Tarina, perhaps you could stand at the back of the room, acting as “bait” if possible, as they come up and into the room, we can pick them off. What do you say? I have no problem handling them if that gains access to the information we need.” Virro speaks in a very transactional manner. He starts to point and move furniture in the room to arrange an ambush.
Roo' continues happily munching on his food, listening intently as the others talk. Once he's had his fill, he hands the rest to his possum, which is nosing his backside to get his attention.
"Fine, yes yes, fine! Here!" He says, handing the possum the rest of the chicken leg. "I swear, Glory of Morning, if you weren't so magnificent I would swear you were a pig. Now, what's this all about pirates? Slitting throats? Wilfred, I am surprised at you! You are the chaperone, not some common night stalker! If we are going to kill someone, we will do it the good old fashioned way! Mortal combat!"
Roo' bobs his head up and down like he's nodding, like this is the most obvious answer ever. He doesn't seem to have heard the comment about being someone's pet chicken.
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"I for one accept the agreement, knowledge and spoils for our assistance. Just make sure you stay alive and do not try to flee before we get what is owed, Tarina", Corlith replies.
Hearing Virro speak so matter of factly without emotion, sends a shiver down his spine. Was this really indicative of the population of Baldur's Gate now? He had only been gone a few years!
"Considering what has been asked of us regarding these followers of the Dead Three, I am willing to expedite matters with these pirates in order to save time. It would be good to offer them the chance to turn themselves in, however unlikely that is", he says to the others.
Turning to Roo, he says, "Who knows, perhaps they have their own bird for you to challenge. Pirates are well known for travelling with parrots". Not being present at Roo's display of strength downstairs, he does not yet have any concept of what the rooster is capable of.
Tarina looks around at all the doors when Reed asks about windows in other rooms. "I'm sure there are, you can see them from the street outside. If I recall, Alan mentioned there were a couple of private dining rooms up here along with several private rooms."
She then stares at Virro as he goes into gruesome detail on how to bleed a body. "Sure, I can go to the back of the room, especially if it is further away from you." As Virro heads to the couches along the walls, he notices they are nailed to the ground. And so are the two long tables. The only moveable furniture up here are the barstools.
"Flee? Why would I? I have no problem telling you about the Dead Three, I just want these bastards off my back." She watches the rooster and isn't sure what to think.
As they are talking the three at the other table get the hint of what is to come and start heading down the stairs. Clearly drunk, they start arguing back and forth as they leave.
"The Flaming Fist is decapitated. The captains have already started bickering over who should be in charge with Ulder Ravengard gone.”
“With Ravengard out of the way, who’ll be the next grand duke, I wonder? My money’s on Thalamra Vanthampur. Practically born in the sewers, she was, and more vicious than a swarm of rats.”
Wilfred sighs at Tarina's response. Well, he tried.
"Reed, that's a great idea. I can probably pick off a few from the side here." He stands to the side of the stairs, checking distances and nods to himself.
He looks to Virro with a raised eyebrow. Seems like he's gone through some stuff. He probably needs some encouragement. "Hey Virro, that's a great idea! Good job, champ!"
"Don't worry Roo', I'm sure there be plenty of mortal combat soon. Corlith, you know what they say about assuming. Roo' will definitely be able to handle himself in a fight. Never underestimate a motivated rooster." He will see about pulling a chair towards where he want to situate himself by the stairs.
Wilfred watches the other groups leave. Hmm, that's interesting. Seems like there's infighting in the Flaming Fist.
"Hey, Tarina, when do you expect these pirate fellas to turn up? " Wilfred asks as he takes a seat, Glaive in hand.
Reed jumps up now that everyone seems on board. He quickly goes to all of the other doors, looking to find one that’s unlocked to get an idea of where windows might be.
But as he does he keeps calling back over to Virro.
”Is this my clavicle? This carotid artery, is it here?” He asks while pointing to and touching parts of his own anatomy around his own neck.
”I told you the village school was useless, mum.”
If all the doors are locked he will kneel by the last one, pull out a small leather case and unroll it, revealing a collection of small metal tools. Looking at the lock on the door more closely, Reed selects one of the tools and sets to work, trying to unlock the door.
Ironmaiden facepalms hard but gets on board and slaps their chest and then their pauldrons, the word 'EVACUATE' shines in bright yellow letters across Ironmaiden's chest and their pauldrons begin flashing with a bright light.
Going over to the first door on the north wall that they know is locked they begin knocking, then after a unforgivingly short pause, they attempt to kick the door in (athletics 7)
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The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
Reed continues to try doors, looking for the supposed dining rooms that Tarina mentioned, and finds that the East door indeed opens upon a dining room with three windows along the Eastern wall with a displacer beast head above the windows.
The Ironmaiden attempts to get anyone out of the rooms, even if they don't answer and it might actually just be empty... they kick at the door, but it just shakes a bit in it's jamb.
Eight motley humans saunter into the tavern. The leader is a brawny man with a cloudy right eye, a cruel sneer, and a pirate’s swagger. The others are an unsavory, rowdy bunch who act as if they own the place.
“We’re looking for an old friend of ours,” says the dead-eyed man. He sniffs the air. “Goes by the name ‘Tarina,’ or so I’m told. Loves to cheat at Baldur’s Bones.”
The barkeep, not wanting any trouble, points upstairs.
The crew, the brawny man leading the way, pound up the stairs and push their way into the main room, giving Wilfred and the Ironmaiden an attack of surprise if they would like.
The leader, not even looking at the rest of you, stares directly at Tarina. "There you are, you wench. So you go by Tarina now?" He draws his sword, and the rest of the pirates follow suit, "Well, Rhonda, your time is up."
Ironmaiden unimpressed with being brushed past and fully aware of what is about to happen tries to get ahead of the curve, they prepare their Light hammer but before they can take a swing they keel forward, clutching their stomach and vomit a gout of caustic burning liquid directly into the room and over the two pirates directly to their left, the stream covers the floor 30ft from Iron maiden and begins bubbling away eating at everything in sight.
(Tasha's caustic brew, dc15 Dex or take 6 poison damage and another 6 at the start of every turn, to pirate 1&2)
Travin Tiller, Junk Dweller Bard, AURYN.
The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
Wilfred watches as they come streaming up the stairs. Just as there leader finishes speaking, Wilfred's chair slams down as he bursts into action.
He whirls his glaive around with ease, attacking with both sides towards the closest pirate (#7). It seems to be a well practiced maneuver. He then say. "Hey there buddies. Seems like you don't have kind intentions here. My young friend over there wants us to take you in Flaming Fist, but I don't think you'll come willingly. Might take some convincing, I think."
Reaction: Attack with Glaive 19 to hit, 14 slashing damage
Action: Attack with Glaive 10 to hit, 7 slashing damage
Bonus Action: Attack with butt of Glaive 24 to hit, 6 bludgeoning damage
Move: He'll step 5 feet diagonally back to the left.