Maggwyn sighs.  She liked the perch the rope hole gave her, even if she didn't understand exactly what it was.  But she follows Nyx dutifully down and as he works on crowd control, she dives into the tunnel following Kellen and Rooney.

Her eyes are a light as she looks around herself in Kellen's workspace, a place he typically wouldn't allow her as he knows her tendencies all too well.  Just to calm him, "See, my hands are right here where you can see them.  You don't need to worry about me, we have enough problems at the moment." and she holds her gloved hands laced together in front of her.

She looks up to the metal hatch and back to the boys, "So ladder then, yes?" but then looks around her again and her grin widens, "I mean, are we really in that much a hurry?"

"Yes, we are." Nyx begins to climb to the top of the ladder. Before he opens the latch, he addresses Kellen. "You might want to shut off those gadgets of yours before we leave. Or at least lower the curtain."

Nyx puts his goggles over his eyes and opens the hatch to the topside of Fingers's workshop. Like a groundhog checking for a shadow at the end of winter, he peeks above the underground lair. Of course, groundhogs haven't seen any shadows for a while now. He rapidly scans the environment, assessing the damage that the explosion caused and the number of moths present.

Perception: 16 (11 + 5)

The fire blazes bright through the light-and-detail-enhancing lenses of Nyx's goggles. The front half of Rooney's is aflame, and Nyx can make out a roughly circular hole punched through the building's window and wall. The moths aren't as visible, but Nyx can pinpoint them as silhouetted blobs, swarming about the fire. They are simultaneously attracted by the light and repulsed by the heat, dancing about it. His darkvision fails after a few dozen feet looking in the air, but his initial judgment tells him there are at least a dozen full-grown moths, and god knows how many smaller ones. Every now and then, one ventures too close to the fire and flies flaming through the night. If this is allowed to go on for too long, one of them is going to set a neighboring building on fire, and the problem's going to get much, much worse. Nyx can hear klaxons blaring in the distance, warning of approaching fire engines, but he isn't sure if they'll get here in time.

Kellen ushers the few patrons that remained in the club and the band members through the secret door, closing and securing it behind them. Hoping to keep the smoke, flames and moths out of the basement workshop. “I said don’t touch anything and that means all of you” he glares at Maggs and gives a small snort as she protests her innocence. “Ladder is that way” he jerks a thumb and points out the direction to Nyx.  “Hope the fire brigade can get here in a hurry.  Fire and some of the things I got down here don’t always mix.  Then light and the moths are the least of our worries.” he calls up the ladder and looks around the basement nervously eyeing the buckets of sand and water he keeps scattered through the workshop just in case of accidents. “You see what caused it? Is it clear, can we get these folks out of here?”

Nyx lowers his head back down. "About a dozen big moths, too many smaller ones to count. Evacuation's still on the table, but we've got other problems now. The moths keep catching fire. Idiots think they're fireflies just because they ate them all. Normally, I wouldn't be opposed to moths burning, but they're getting dangerously close to that place next door.

"I don't think the brigade's going to get here in time, and I'd hate to give our boys in red an extra building to put out." He peeks back up above the hatch and considers what to do, before addressing Kellen, Maggs, and Rooney. "I'll try to shoot any moths that get set on fire. If any of you got gadgets or tricks that could help, don't be frugal. If not, see what you can do with those buckets." He unholsters his magnum and climbs so that he is fully above-ground, planting himself in a dark patch somewhere where he can keep sights on and shoot the moths that get too close to the flames.

The soot-stained half-elven singer coughs loudly as Kellen suggests bringing people out, shaking her head. After a few seconds she recovers, croaking out a few words. "Not... going out. **** that. Not with the moths and-" She coughs again, tears streaming down her face. "-And with the guy what done it still out there."

(Alright, gang, what's the plan? You've got a bunch of sand and buckets, and Kel's probably got a hose in here to fill the buckets, but you'll probably have a hard time forming a bucket brigade with the moths out there. You've also got whatever else would rationally be in an artificer's workshop, and the things that are in Rooney's basement, though the smoke is probably making that place rather unpleasant.)

Maggwyn watches Nyx leave the hatch and looks around at all the treasures surrounding her and sighs.

"Oh hell, alright Fingers, hand me two buckets and see if we can get those filled with water."  As he does, she holds them out for him to fill as she hunches over, a look of concentration on her face.  As those around her watch, a hump grows upon the tiefling's back, stretching the shirt she is wearing.  But just as it seems it will bust, what is below the shirt seems to find the seam needed and the shirt slides around the black leather looking lump and fits around her body again.  The lump then slowly unfurls and large black leathery wings flap once, then twice as they start lifting her off the ground.

Once Kellen has the buckets filled, she flies up through the hatch and as she sees Nyx in the shadows, she tells him, "Cover me." She attempts to fly towards the fire, away from the large moths and dump the water on the fire.

If successful, she'll fly back to do it again...

Give me acrobatics and stealth.

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Give me acrobatics and stealth.

 Acrobatics  18

Stealth  11

Maggwyn manages to stay out of the moths' sight as she approaches the fire, and deposits her payload of water, all while avoiding bumping into any of the fluttering moths or spilling too much. A small corner of the blaze goes up in steam, but it becomes exceedingly clear that unless you've got buckets constantly running back and forth, a fire of this magnitude is going to need more firepower than a single tiefling's contributions. 

Kellen spits out a curse at Nyx’s assessment of the situation.  He passes the buckets to Maggs and then puts the band to work forming a poor impersonation of a bucket line.  He pumps a small metal handle in the corner of the room, pulling water out of the cistern below and filling more buckets to pass along. “Don’t want to leave, fine, start filling these buckets and pass them along.” he pauses as the singer mentions the person responsible “Wait,  how do you know a person was involved and not some sort of accident?  Did you see who did this?  What happened?”

His focus is turned back to the fire as Maggs first pass with the buckets did not have a noticeable results.  He curses again and looks back down the ladder “Keep those buckets coming”  He looks over at Nyx “I got more things here that start fires than I do things that put them out. Any ideas?”

"Yeah," the singer nods. "Saw a guy. Or... maybe not a guy, I don't know. Can't tell, cause... their head was all lit up. Like, real bright, so I really only got an outline. Was weird... though. Had all these... things hangin' off them. Shit, I dunno how to explain it, got paper and a pencil? Anyways, weird outline, I didn't see 'em do anything, but they were standing by the fire and the hole, and... I mean, who else woulda done it? And then they just up and disappeared, some spell or something, I dunno."

Seeing how dismal a result buckets are making to the fire that is growing, Maggwyn hands hers off to someone else and tries to figure out a different plan with Fingers and Nyx.  She listens in on what the singer says and looks perplexed.

"Things hangin' off them?  What kinda things?  Weird outline.. you're not making any sense."  She looks to the burning building and the errant fire moth flitting off and shrugs, "Not sure there is anything we can do.  Curious as to what happened though... and why this building was targeted?"

She then turns to Kellen, "Do you have any paper and pencil for her to draw what she's talking about?"

"Shit, I'm givin' you the best description I got, okay? If I could draw it, I could show you what I'm talkin' about."

(Kellen does indeed have more than ample amounts of both resources.)

“Alright, alright, gimme a second” Kellen pulls out a scratch piece of parchment and a charcoal pencil he used to make drawings when he didn’t want to waste ink and passes it over to the singer “Here, knock yourself out, show us your drawing skills.”  He looks over at Rooney “What did you do this time? Who did you make so mad that they would want to put a hole in your place?"

He heads back up the ladder and shares what he learned with Nyx.  “The dame says she saw something, some guy with stuff hanging off of him.  She is drawing a picture, but your idea of a recon is a good one. They may still be around admiring their handiwork.”  Kellen pulls a pair of glasses over his head and fiddles with some of the crystal lenses as he pulls out what looks to be a small tuning fork and hits it, looking around trying to detect magic. The glasses light up with a glow as they reflect any magical energy they pull in.  “This is a risk with the moths nearby, but the lady said the mark was glowing, so we may be able to find something.” 

Rooney shakes his head. "Shit, I don't know. I don't make enemies with anyone that has that kind of firepower! Biggest enemy I've got is the Ministry, and as far as I know they don't know anything about this place, and they definitely wouldn't do anything like that!"

Meanwhile, the singer starts scribbling, pausing occasionally to cough the remainder of the smoke out of her lungs.

Kellen can't spot anyone that glows with magic besides himself and a couple of the figures huddled around here, including Nyx and Maggs. The type of people who frequent places like Rooney's often have one or two little magical trinkets, but he can't see anything else. He can, however, see the telltale markings of residual magic on the fire and hole, which tells him that a spell definitely caused it.

"Recon... right. Keep the moths in line while I'm gone." Nyx leaves the burning building through the door in Kellen's upper workshop, trying his best to avoid or quickly dash through any flames that obstruct his path. Once into the constricting streets of the Narrows, he darts about the area like a cat, only being visible for a few moments whenever his path takes him under the dim electric glow of an arc light.

He scours the area for any odd items, remnants of powerful spellcasting, or subjects of a mad woman's ravings. He also briefly stops by buildings neighboring Rooney's, pointing out the fire and suggesting evacuation.

Investigation: Nat 1 (7 total), or if you'd prefer...
Perception: 19

Persuasion (in case you want a roll for the suggestion of evacuation): Big fat goose egg (1 - 1)

(The roll would be perception, but I'm going to be taking your initial roll for it. Also, Kellen's entrance isn't completely covered in flame, it's only Rooney's. They're two different buildings, linked through a passage in the basement.)

Is Nyx getting anywhere near Rooney's?

(Sorry, I was thinking they were connected at the top as well. My bad!)

Nyx only gets as close to Rooney's as the other side of the street.

(I'm gonna need a stealth roll to avoid the moths' gaze, in that case.)