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Brack watches as Hookshanks takes off deeper into the fishery, calling out for Yargin. He sees the cleaver protruding from Mazour flesh and gives a quick grimace as he asks with sincerity, "Are yeh all right?"
Moving to Mazour, he looks towards the Lambs huddled in their corner. Clasping the cleric on the back, he sends a plea to the children, "Please, can yeh 'elp us? We'll get yeh out of 'ere and back to t'places yeh came from."
Persuasion check to convince the Lambs to help the crew: 17
He now turns to Hutton and Redii, "They'll be back soon, no doubt. Perhaps we can take t'upper 'and?" He motions to the support beams holding up the catwalk, "Miss Rabbit and 'utton, would yeh think yeh can give those a good shake when they come back?" As he speaks, his gaze draws a line from the catwalk to the vats of liquid now holding the body of Giggles. He gives a subtle nod towards Redii, the gesture sending a wave of confidence towards her.
"Ouch," Mazour stated flatly. He pulled the cleaver from his chest with a painful grunt and a spurt of blood. Clutching his symbol of Pharasma, he uttered a short prayer. Simple, quick and effective. Silvery purple light pulsed from the spiraling comet and spread through him in a flash. "That's much better."
Glancing over to the children he shuddered. So young for this sort of thing to happen. Too young. Innocence stolen by the callous and greedy. With his renewed strength, Mazour walked over to the huddled children. "Be at ease, " he said slowly as he knelt down next to Brak, "We're here to end this. We're here to set you free from all of this. But we need your help. What's back there? What can you tell me about Yargin. Please?"
Redii was about to give chase after seeing Hookshanks' attack hit Mazour, but she managed to stop herself before making it very far up the catwalk. You're losing control...Get it together! she told herself as she watched Mazour heal himself. She'd been fortunate so far in the raid, but her luck would run out quick if she quick flying off the handle without remotely thinking of the consequences or an alternate option. She knew better than that. She was taught better than that. Taking a deep breath, she took a seat on the catwalk as the group figured out it's next steps.
He now turns to Hutton and Redii, "They'll be back soon, no doubt. Perhaps we can take t'upper 'and?" He motions to the support beams holding up the catwalk, "Miss Rabbit and 'utton, would yeh think yeh can give those a good shake when they come back?" As he speaks, his gaze draws a line from the catwalk to the vats of liquid now holding the body of Giggles. He gives a subtle nod towards Redii, the gesture sending a wave of confidence towards her.
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"I'm not as strong as he is, but I can give it a go if the plan is to wait them out and Hookshanks is dumb enough to come back out here." Redii replied. "Yargin is a coward from what I remember, and I doubt he'd come in here unless he had absolutely had or was forced to."
Moving to Mazour, he looks towards the Lambs huddled in their corner. Clasping the cleric on the back, he sends a plea to the children, "Please, can yeh 'elp us? We'll get yeh out of 'ere and back to t'places yeh came from."
Persuasion check to convince the Lambs to help the crew: 15
Glancing over to the children he shuddered. So young for this sort of thing to happen. Too young. Innocence stolen by the callous and greedy. With his renewed strength, Mazour walked over to the huddled children. "Be at ease, " he said slowly as he knelt down next to Brak, "We're here to end this. We're here to set you free from all of this. But we need your help. What's back there? What can you tell me about Yargin. Please?"
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Five children seemingly ranging from 5 at the youngest to preteen stared out at the Dwarf & Elf from under the catwalk with wide eyes. After a silent pause, the oldest Lamb, a gangly girl in disheveled clothing and mousey hair looked towards the others for a moment before speaking in a surprisingly refined voice you would expect from an woman twice her age, "Through the door where Hookshanks went, it leads to the Front Room Yargin sells the dock dumplings. From there, you can go to where Giggles, Hookshanks & Yargin sleep, Yargin's Office or the Workroom." Pausing for a moment, she then added, "And the angry girl is right. Yargin's scared of everything and does whatever Gaedren says. He's also got this magic stick - a wand I think - they makes the Lambs sick. But it sometimes makes him sick which was funny until Giggles decided to show us what he thought was funny..."
After seeming she had finished speaking, she added tentatively, "Are you really here to stop him? And can you really get us back home...?"...
Mazour reached out slowly to cup her chin in his long pale hand. "Yes. We are here to stop them. And we will get you back home. I promise. Giggles certainly won't be causing you any more... trouble." With his other hand he clutches the symbol of the the Lady of Graves as he spoke.
Glancing up at the others with a sly grin. "Looks like the room leads to the street where they sell dumplings. Sounds like it's just those two in there," speaking in a hushed tone to the others. "I'll follow your leads here."
Five children seemingly ranging from 5 at the youngest to preteen stared out at the Dwarf & Elf from under the catwalk with wide eyes. After a silent pause, the oldest Lamb, a gangly girl in disheveled clothing and mousey hair looked towards the others for a moment before speaking in a surprisingly refined voice you would expect from an woman twice her age, "Through the door where Hookshanks went, it leads to the Front Room Yargin sells the dock dumplings. From there, you can go to where Giggles, Hookshanks & Yargin sleep, Yargin's Office or the Workroom." Pausing for a moment, she then added, "And the angry girl is right. Yargin's scared of everything and does whatever Gaedren says. He's also got this magic stick - a wand I think - they makes the Lambs sick. But it sometimes makes him sick which was funny until Giggles decided to show us what he thought was funny..."
After seeming she had finished speaking, she added tentatively, "Are you really here to stop him? And can you really get us back home...?"...
Mazour reached out slowly to cup her chin in his long pale hand. "Yes. We are here to stop them. And we will get you back home. I promise. Giggles certainly won't be causing you any more... trouble." With his other hand he clutches the symbol of the the Lady of Graves as he spoke.
Glancing up at the others with a sly grin. "Looks like the room leads to the street where they sell dumplings. Sounds like it's just those two in there," speaking in a hushed tone to the others. "I'll follow your leads here."
"That's what we're here to do," Redii agreed from her perch on top of the catwalk. "Wait here and we can get you home or somewhere safe after we've finished up here." Turning to the others as she rose and began to stretch a bit, Redii added, "Well, they're probably holed up in one of the four rooms our new friend mentioned unless they made a run for it into the city. We probably shouldn't give them that chance..."
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Brack nods along with Mazour's promise to the lambs and acknowledges both his and Redii's assessment of the current situation. "Aye, yeh both are right, and to that point, it does us no good if t'two of them are dead. Not saying we need to pull our punches,"he looks to Hutton, "but we ought to take at least one of them alive. Otherwise, 'ow would we find Gaedran without their lead?"
He pauses to look at the doors leading deeper into the fishery, then speaks up, "Miss Rabbit, didn't yeh see a door on t'side of the building you investigated earlier. And 'Utton, t'front door's locked, eh?"
He points to the door behind Hutton "I say we start there, cover their escape so as they can't just walk on out, hm? And if yeh all agree, then we ought to bar t'other doors if we can."
Taking immediate action, Brack begins to scan the basement for any sort of hard objects that could be used to bar the doors: Perception Check 7
Taking immediate action, Brack begins to scan the basement for any sort of hard objects that could be used to bar the doors: Perception Check 19
Looking around the room, Brack is able to find a variety of objects that could possibly work to bar a door: wood planks, a few stray metal pipes and couple brooms among other similar objects. Then seeing the large vat that Giggles had fallen into, he imagines that his body could be used in a similar - if morbid - fashion. As long as he was willing to move to dive in the vat and pull his body up...
Brack nods along with Mazour's promise to the lambs and acknowledges both his and Redii's assessment of the current situation. "Aye, yeh both are right, and to that point, it does us no good if t'two of them are dead. Not saying we need to pull our punches,"he looks to Hutton, "but we ought to take at least one of them alive. Otherwise, 'ow would we find Gaedran without their lead?"
He pauses to look at the doors leading deeper into the fishery, then speaks up, "Miss Rabbit, didn't yeh see a door on t'side of the building you investigated earlier. And 'Utton, t'front door's locked, eh?"
He points to the door behind Hutton "I say we start there, cover their escape so as they can't just walk on out, hm? And if yeh all agree, then we ought to bar t'other doors if we can."
Taking immediate action, Brack begins to scan the basement for any sort of hard objects that could be used to bar the doors: Perception Check 19
"Yeah, there's a locked door on the other side of the building with that shaky boardwalk." Redii replied. "And I guess making sure they can't leave makes sense, assuming they haven't already. Do we split up to tackle more ground? I can run back around to the other door if you want?"
"That door leads to Yargin's office!" the eldest Lamb replied out. We've never seen him use it though..." she added before turning to Lambs behind her who nodded in a similar fashion
"Redii, scouting ahead seems like the best idea. If you need us make noise. I'm sure Mr. Crowcreek can easily make adjustments to the structure of this building if we need an exit fast. And no need to pull punches. I'll make sure the first one down doesn't... die... before we're done." Mazour gave Redii a grim smile. "We need to move though. Let's finish this, and get the children to safety."
"Agreed"Brack grumbled as he began to pick up debris from the surrounding area. Handing a few pieces of scrap metal and piping to Mazour, he continues, "We'll get t'children out safely, but let's make sure there's no quick getaways for Yargin and 'ookshanks. Now, before Miss Rabbit and 'utton go flush them out, would yeh kindly go and bar the bar door?"He points to other door atop the catwalk before continuing, now addressing Redii and Hutton, "We can cover yeh rear when yeh are ready."
The look of stoic determination fills the dwarf's expression.
"Well, this should be... interesting," the elf replies with a raised eyebrow. Mazour moves to the door Brak pointed to and begins to try and bar the door shut with the pipes and scrap metal. "I'm not sure if this will hold. I'm a cleric, not a... door jam."
"I'm not a fan of sitting and waiting," Hutton chimes in. "We'll block this door and all go through that one. Redii can run ahead to check things out but I don't want too much distance between us. You nimble folks might be light on your feet, but I need time to get from point A to B and if she's too far away, I won't be much help."
He wedges a metal pipe under the handle of the door and stands beside the other with an inviting hand out indicating that he's waiting for Redii to lead the way.
Getting to her feet and hopping down to the Fishery Floor, Redii headed to the exit before turning back to the others and saying, "Back in a flash." before disappearing into the night. Carefully navigating her way past the Loading Dock and back in front of the main entrance, she noted that the front doors looked seemingly undisturbed. Good, Redii thought to herself as she snuck past. Hopefully it means the bastards are trapped in there...
As Redii continued onto the far side of the building, she noted momentarily a few bright lights in the distance and the sounds of some sort of activity happening deeper within the city. Wondering if she forgot a holiday or something, she made a mental note to circle back to it before finding herself again on the rickety boardwalk; hearing the wood groan underneath her as she moved. Yeah, Hutton will probably fall through... Redii laughed to herself before arriving at the door in question and pulling out her thieves' tools. Working extra slow to stay as quiet as possible, she eventually heard the familiar soft click of a door being unlocked. Tucking her tools away, she took a deep breath, made a quick prayer to Desna that the door hinges were well-oiled, and carefully opened the door a smidge to see what was inside.
Opening the door, just wide enough to peek through, she saw a wooden desk sitting in one corner of this room, its side preventing one of the two other doors in the room from opening all the way. The table is heaped with dozens of slate boards covered with chalk scrawls, while a cabinet slouches against the opposite wall. Crouched near the desk was a man middle-aged man with blonde hair in a widow's peak holding a small wand in his hand. He looked rather terrified.
Yargin! Redii exclaimed to herself. She had an immediate urge to slam the door wide open and confront him, but managed to control herself and ever so carefully closed the door shut. Waiting a full minute to make sure she wasn't discovered, Redii eventually made her way back to the others where she relayed what she had discovered. "Front Door is closed which means there's a pretty good chance Hookshanks is skulking somewhere inside. The door from the boardwalk leads to where Yargin's hiding. If anyone knows where Gaedren is, it's him. He blocked one of the doors - probably to that Front Room place - but the other two in that room are free. Besides the boardwalk door, I think the other door connects to the top of the catwalk." Redii added before pointing to the door in question (OOC: if you look at the Chapter 007 Map, she's pointing to the one just South of where Hutton's token is). "So how do we want to do this?"...
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Brack nods at the assessment given by Redii, "Thank yeh Miss Rabbit. If it's just t'two of them, then I'd reckon the odds are in our favor. Especially so if Yargin ain't one for conflict, hm?"
"And thank yeh both for barring t'doors,"he turns to regard Hutton and Mazour, "If they slip away, then this 'as all been for naught."
Brack rubs his fingers to his furrowed brow before a devilish grin took root. "Perhaps we can 'edge our bets."He begins walking up the catwalk towards the door. As he does so, the dwarf seems to traverse the ramshackle balcony with a bit of guarded movement, despite having not taken any injury from the initial melee. Making his way to the door, he gives it a loud BANG with his fast before calling out in a clear, stern voice.
"Yeh should know that we've got yeh cornered and outnumbered now, 'ookshanks. And I wouldn't be one to 'old any confidence in yeh associate, seeing as 'ow much of a 'elp 'e was just now, eh?" A pause, "Fortunately, our business ain't with you but that yellow-gut Yargin in there and a lifetime of reckoning he's about to feel the wrath of. So, 'ere's our pitch, yeh 'elp us take 'im alive. As in, not dead in case we're not being clear enough. You 'elp us with that and yeh can walk. We'll consider bygones to be bygones from the scuffle earlier, all just a part of business as it were."
He pauses to let his offer sink in, and as he does so, silently mouths to the rest of the crew: We let them fight then take them both out.
"Is that a deal?"
Deception Check (Lying to Hookshanks about joining forces to subdue Yargin): 7
Brack nods at the assessment given by Redii, "Thank yeh Miss Rabbit. If it's just t'two of them, then I'd reckon the odds are in our favor. Especially so if Yargin ain't one for conflict, hm?"
"And thank yeh both for barring t'doors,"he turns to regard Hutton and Mazour, "If they slip away, then this 'as all been for naught."
Brack rubs his fingers to his furrowed brow before a devilish grin took root. "Perhaps we can 'edge our bets."He begins walking up the catwalk towards the door. As he does so, the dwarf seems to traverse the ramshackle balcony with a bit of guarded movement, despite having not taken any injury from the initial melee. Making his way to the door, he gives it a loud BANG with his fast before calling out in a clear, stern voice.
"Yeh should know that we've got yeh cornered and outnumbered now, 'ookshanks. And I wouldn't be one to 'old any confidence in yeh associate, seeing as 'ow much of a 'elp 'e was just now, eh?" A pause, "Fortunately, our business ain't with you but that yellow-gut Yargin in there and a lifetime of reckoning he's about to feel the wrath of. So, 'ere's our pitch, yeh 'elp us take 'im alive. As in, not dead in case we're not being clear enough. You 'elp us with that and yeh can walk. We'll consider bygones to be bygones from the scuffle earlier, all just a part of business as it were."
He pauses to let his offer sink in, and as he does so, silently mouths to the rest of the crew: We let them fight then take them both out.
"Is that a deal?"
Deception Check (Lying to Hookshanks about joining forces to subdue Yargin): 12
There is about a minute long pause before the voice of Hookshanks can be heard deeper within the fishery; close, but immediately behind the door. "Alright... I'm not tryna die like stupid Giggles. How do I know ya not gonna whack me a soon as me back is turned?"
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You hear a horrified noise from another area of the Fishery before hearing in a hoarse whisper with an unplaceable accent "Hookshanks, how could you!?! What would Gaedren think if he knew you'd do this to me!"
Hutton crosses his arms and sighs in impatient exasperation.
"You don't," he growls loudly enough to be heard. "But we're more or less respectable individuals so our word will have to do. Your other option is standing up to us, having your head crushed, and being thrown into the river. Now," he echoes Brack. "Is. That. A deal?"
Hutton crosses his arms and sighs in impatient exasperation.
"You don't," he growls loudly enough to be heard. "But we're more or less respectable individuals so our word will have to do. Your other option is standing up to us, having your head crushed, and being thrown into the river. Now," he echoes Brack. "Is. That. A deal?"
"Respectable!? Horsesh*t! I saw what 'Knives' over there did to Giggles." Hookshanks shouted out. "If ya want Yargin, come 'ere. I got the keys to his office on me."
An instant later, the same un-placeable accent in a much more audible volume shrieked, "No, Hookshanks you scoundrel!"
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Immediately after the shriek, you hear movement coming from the opposite side of the catwalk wall (See Map "Chapter 007.1" in Discord for location)
Brack watches as Hookshanks takes off deeper into the fishery, calling out for Yargin. He sees the cleaver protruding from Mazour flesh and gives a quick grimace as he asks with sincerity, "Are yeh all right?"
Moving to Mazour, he looks towards the Lambs huddled in their corner. Clasping the cleric on the back, he sends a plea to the children, "Please, can yeh 'elp us? We'll get yeh out of 'ere and back to t'places yeh came from."
Persuasion check to convince the Lambs to help the crew: 17
He now turns to Hutton and Redii, "They'll be back soon, no doubt. Perhaps we can take t'upper 'and?" He motions to the support beams holding up the catwalk, "Miss Rabbit and 'utton, would yeh think yeh can give those a good shake when they come back?" As he speaks, his gaze draws a line from the catwalk to the vats of liquid now holding the body of Giggles. He gives a subtle nod towards Redii, the gesture sending a wave of confidence towards her.
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"Ouch," Mazour stated flatly. He pulled the cleaver from his chest with a painful grunt and a spurt of blood. Clutching his symbol of Pharasma, he uttered a short prayer. Simple, quick and effective. Silvery purple light pulsed from the spiraling comet and spread through him in a flash. "That's much better."
Glancing over to the children he shuddered. So young for this sort of thing to happen. Too young. Innocence stolen by the callous and greedy. With his renewed strength, Mazour walked over to the huddled children. "Be at ease, " he said slowly as he knelt down next to Brak, "We're here to end this. We're here to set you free from all of this. But we need your help. What's back there? What can you tell me about Yargin. Please?"
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Redii was about to give chase after seeing Hookshanks' attack hit Mazour, but she managed to stop herself before making it very far up the catwalk. You're losing control...Get it together! she told herself as she watched Mazour heal himself. She'd been fortunate so far in the raid, but her luck would run out quick if she quick flying off the handle without remotely thinking of the consequences or an alternate option. She knew better than that. She was taught better than that. Taking a deep breath, she took a seat on the catwalk as the group figured out it's next steps.
"I'm not as strong as he is, but I can give it a go if the plan is to wait them out and Hookshanks is dumb enough to come back out here." Redii replied. "Yargin is a coward from what I remember, and I doubt he'd come in here unless he had absolutely had or was forced to."
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Five children seemingly ranging from 5 at the youngest to preteen stared out at the Dwarf & Elf from under the catwalk with wide eyes. After a silent pause, the oldest Lamb, a gangly girl in disheveled clothing and mousey hair looked towards the others for a moment before speaking in a surprisingly refined voice you would expect from an woman twice her age, "Through the door where Hookshanks went, it leads to the Front Room Yargin sells the dock dumplings. From there, you can go to where Giggles, Hookshanks & Yargin sleep, Yargin's Office or the Workroom." Pausing for a moment, she then added, "And the angry girl is right. Yargin's scared of everything and does whatever Gaedren says. He's also got this magic stick - a wand I think - they makes the Lambs sick. But it sometimes makes him sick which was funny until Giggles decided to show us what he thought was funny..."
After seeming she had finished speaking, she added tentatively, "Are you really here to stop him? And can you really get us back home...?"...
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Mazour reached out slowly to cup her chin in his long pale hand. "Yes. We are here to stop them. And we will get you back home. I promise. Giggles certainly won't be causing you any more... trouble." With his other hand he clutches the symbol of the the Lady of Graves as he spoke.
Glancing up at the others with a sly grin. "Looks like the room leads to the street where they sell dumplings. Sounds like it's just those two in there," speaking in a hushed tone to the others. "I'll follow your leads here."
"That's what we're here to do," Redii agreed from her perch on top of the catwalk. "Wait here and we can get you home or somewhere safe after we've finished up here." Turning to the others as she rose and began to stretch a bit, Redii added, "Well, they're probably holed up in one of the four rooms our new friend mentioned unless they made a run for it into the city. We probably shouldn't give them that chance..."
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Brack nods along with Mazour's promise to the lambs and acknowledges both his and Redii's assessment of the current situation. "Aye, yeh both are right, and to that point, it does us no good if t'two of them are dead. Not saying we need to pull our punches," he looks to Hutton, "but we ought to take at least one of them alive. Otherwise, 'ow would we find Gaedran without their lead?"
He pauses to look at the doors leading deeper into the fishery, then speaks up, "Miss Rabbit, didn't yeh see a door on t'side of the building you investigated earlier. And 'Utton, t'front door's locked, eh?"
He points to the door behind Hutton "I say we start there, cover their escape so as they can't just walk on out, hm? And if yeh all agree, then we ought to bar t'other doors if we can."
Taking immediate action, Brack begins to scan the basement for any sort of hard objects that could be used to bar the doors: Perception Check 7
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Looking around the room, Brack is able to find a variety of objects that could possibly work to bar a door: wood planks, a few stray metal pipes and couple brooms among other similar objects. Then seeing the large vat that Giggles had fallen into, he imagines that his body could be used in a similar - if morbid - fashion. As long as he was willing to move to dive in the vat and pull his body up...
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"Yeah, there's a locked door on the other side of the building with that shaky boardwalk." Redii replied. "And I guess making sure they can't leave makes sense, assuming they haven't already. Do we split up to tackle more ground? I can run back around to the other door if you want?"
"That door leads to Yargin's office!" the eldest Lamb replied out. We've never seen him use it though..." she added before turning to Lambs behind her who nodded in a similar fashion
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"Redii, scouting ahead seems like the best idea. If you need us make noise. I'm sure Mr. Crowcreek can easily make adjustments to the structure of this building if we need an exit fast. And no need to pull punches. I'll make sure the first one down doesn't... die... before we're done." Mazour gave Redii a grim smile. "We need to move though. Let's finish this, and get the children to safety."
"Agreed" Brack grumbled as he began to pick up debris from the surrounding area. Handing a few pieces of scrap metal and piping to Mazour, he continues, "We'll get t'children out safely, but let's make sure there's no quick getaways for Yargin and 'ookshanks. Now, before Miss Rabbit and 'utton go flush them out, would yeh kindly go and bar the bar door?" He points to other door atop the catwalk before continuing, now addressing Redii and Hutton, "We can cover yeh rear when yeh are ready."
The look of stoic determination fills the dwarf's expression.
"Well, this should be... interesting," the elf replies with a raised eyebrow. Mazour moves to the door Brak pointed to and begins to try and bar the door shut with the pipes and scrap metal. "I'm not sure if this will hold. I'm a cleric, not a... door jam."
"I'm not a fan of sitting and waiting," Hutton chimes in. "We'll block this door and all go through that one. Redii can run ahead to check things out but I don't want too much distance between us. You nimble folks might be light on your feet, but I need time to get from point A to B and if she's too far away, I won't be much help."
He wedges a metal pipe under the handle of the door and stands beside the other with an inviting hand out indicating that he's waiting for Redii to lead the way.
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Getting to her feet and hopping down to the Fishery Floor, Redii headed to the exit before turning back to the others and saying, "Back in a flash." before disappearing into the night. Carefully navigating her way past the Loading Dock and back in front of the main entrance, she noted that the front doors looked seemingly undisturbed. Good, Redii thought to herself as she snuck past. Hopefully it means the bastards are trapped in there...
As Redii continued onto the far side of the building, she noted momentarily a few bright lights in the distance and the sounds of some sort of activity happening deeper within the city. Wondering if she forgot a holiday or something, she made a mental note to circle back to it before finding herself again on the rickety boardwalk; hearing the wood groan underneath her as she moved. Yeah, Hutton will probably fall through... Redii laughed to herself before arriving at the door in question and pulling out her thieves' tools. Working extra slow to stay as quiet as possible, she eventually heard the familiar soft click of a door being unlocked. Tucking her tools away, she took a deep breath, made a quick prayer to Desna that the door hinges were well-oiled, and carefully opened the door a smidge to see what was inside.
Opening the door, just wide enough to peek through, she saw a wooden desk sitting in one corner of this room, its side preventing one of the two other doors in the room from opening all the way. The table is heaped with dozens of slate boards covered with chalk scrawls, while a cabinet slouches against the opposite wall. Crouched near the desk was a man middle-aged man with blonde hair in a widow's peak holding a small wand in his hand. He looked rather terrified.
Yargin! Redii exclaimed to herself. She had an immediate urge to slam the door wide open and confront him, but managed to control herself and ever so carefully closed the door shut. Waiting a full minute to make sure she wasn't discovered, Redii eventually made her way back to the others where she relayed what she had discovered. "Front Door is closed which means there's a pretty good chance Hookshanks is skulking somewhere inside. The door from the boardwalk leads to where Yargin's hiding. If anyone knows where Gaedren is, it's him. He blocked one of the doors - probably to that Front Room place - but the other two in that room are free. Besides the boardwalk door, I think the other door connects to the top of the catwalk." Redii added before pointing to the door in question (OOC: if you look at the Chapter 007 Map, she's pointing to the one just South of where Hutton's token is). "So how do we want to do this?"...
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Brack nods at the assessment given by Redii, "Thank yeh Miss Rabbit. If it's just t'two of them, then I'd reckon the odds are in our favor. Especially so if Yargin ain't one for conflict, hm?"
"And thank yeh both for barring t'doors," he turns to regard Hutton and Mazour, "If they slip away, then this 'as all been for naught."
Brack rubs his fingers to his furrowed brow before a devilish grin took root. "Perhaps we can 'edge our bets." He begins walking up the catwalk towards the door. As he does so, the dwarf seems to traverse the ramshackle balcony with a bit of guarded movement, despite having not taken any injury from the initial melee. Making his way to the door, he gives it a loud BANG with his fast before calling out in a clear, stern voice.
"Yeh should know that we've got yeh cornered and outnumbered now, 'ookshanks. And I wouldn't be one to 'old any confidence in yeh associate, seeing as 'ow much of a 'elp 'e was just now, eh?" A pause, "Fortunately, our business ain't with you but that yellow-gut Yargin in there and a lifetime of reckoning he's about to feel the wrath of. So, 'ere's our pitch, yeh 'elp us take 'im alive. As in, not dead in case we're not being clear enough. You 'elp us with that and yeh can walk. We'll consider bygones to be bygones from the scuffle earlier, all just a part of business as it were."
He pauses to let his offer sink in, and as he does so, silently mouths to the rest of the crew: We let them fight then take them both out.
"Is that a deal?"
Deception Check (Lying to Hookshanks about joining forces to subdue Yargin): 7
Zoldier's Curse of the Crimson Throne
There is about a minute long pause before the voice of Hookshanks can be heard deeper within the fishery; close, but immediately behind the door. "Alright... I'm not tryna die like stupid Giggles. How do I know ya not gonna whack me a soon as me back is turned?"
DC15 Perception check to see spoiler:
You hear a horrified noise from another area of the Fishery before hearing in a hoarse whisper with an unplaceable accent "Hookshanks, how could you!?! What would Gaedren think if he knew you'd do this to me!"
DM Rolls:
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Perception Check: 23
Perception 15
Mazour grins as he hears the noise. With a wink he gives Brak a big grin and motions to the door.
Perception: 17
Hutton crosses his arms and sighs in impatient exasperation.
"You don't," he growls loudly enough to be heard. "But we're more or less respectable individuals so our word will have to do. Your other option is standing up to us, having your head crushed, and being thrown into the river. Now," he echoes Brack. "Is. That. A deal?"
Intimidation: 6 (lol)
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"Respectable!? Horsesh*t! I saw what 'Knives' over there did to Giggles." Hookshanks shouted out. "If ya want Yargin, come 'ere. I got the keys to his office on me."
An instant later, the same un-placeable accent in a much more audible volume shrieked, "No, Hookshanks you scoundrel!"
DC5 Perception:
Immediately after the shriek, you hear movement coming from the opposite side of the catwalk wall (See Map "Chapter 007.1" in Discord for location)
DC12 Perception:
Actually, it's more like panicked scrambling
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