Gripp snorts unpleasantly, Cath. "She didn't say." He looks around the room. "You there!"

A man in leathers over a mug at a table turns. "What is it, Gripp?"

"You had eyes for Kaiylin. Did she mention anything about her son last night?"

Gorren grunts. "I have eyes for every woman. Not every woman has a wink for me."

"Your failed advances are not in question here." He snorts louder. "Did she tell you where she went?"

The head barmaid walks in from the kitchen with a bucket of water and rags. Morning chores. "Her son didn't return last night. She's been out all night looking for him. That adventurer, No Valor. Nor Vale." She struggles with his name.

"Norvalor," Gripp says.

"Yes. Norvalor. The boy went with him."

"Help!" Gripp shouts. "Help! We've lost someone! Help!"

Your Dexterity save isn't high enough to evade the grabbing hands of the undead breeching the earth, Norvalor.

Several rotten fingers find a hold. They close around you, and pull you down to the ground.

Traever shrieks. "No!"

i would like to cast eldritch blast at the hand

Hit: 9

DMG: 11

Your off-hand strike misses, Arutha, but your aim with the Warrior is true. The Cloak cultist grunts as your blade finds a gap in his defenses.

He returns your attack with two daggers of his own.

The first dagger: Attack: 21 Damage: 4

The second dagger: Attack: 8 Damage: 4

The Cloak cultist looks pleased with his aims. His ally comes around, and prepares his own attack.

Your eldritch blast strikes the hand. It rips through the undead thing, shattering the bones of its fingers and wrist with sudden force.

There are, however, three more undead hands, and more are breaking through the earth.

At the end of this turn, Norvalor, you are considered grappled.

Traever panics.

"I know that Norvalor was a soldier.   If the boy is with him he should be safe. He seemed a competent man.   Any idea where he may have gone?   I will aid in any way I can but it is a big city. "

"Gather, everyone," Gripp says rather bluntly. He drops into a chair at a large table. "Come," he gestures. "Everyone! Cath, please, join us."

The patrons at this hour seem moved by the gnome's sudden interest in this woman named Kaiylin. Three find chairs and sit around him.

Kristine the head barmaid pulls up a chair. "I'll be gettin' to the chores soon enuff, Gripp."

"I said nothing to the contrary. Kaiylin and her children need your help too. Together, we can riddle out the trail she took." 

Arutha grunts as the first dagger digs into him drawing more blood but was able to turn just enough to deflect the second attack with the side of Warrior. He now knew that if he did not finish them off soon or help did not come he may not survive this encounter. After all the duels and battles he survived he cursed the fact that lowly thieves and cultists could be his undoing. Could it be he was a bit to confident in his abilities?

OOC: im loving this multi time adventure 

OOC: Yeah I can't wait to see how it all comes together.

Cath sat down at the table.  He looked around at the other's gathered, glad to see they were interested in helping.  He was a bit surprised that Gripp was putting this much effort into helping a woman he just met the night before and wouldn't hire until Cath had paid her way for a tenday.  But Cath felt a need to help and protect the woman and he just met her himself. Maybe she had the same effect on Gripp.

"Best me know is Norvalor was or is a soldier.  He showed some badge at the gates when we had a little trouble entering with the boy.  But that is the best me can recall or know.  Perhaps he used to be a member of the Fist?"

The Cloak cultists sneer. To them, victory is imminent, a given.

The goddess of misfortune, Beshaba has played a hand, and you, Arutha, have been dealt a series of sour cards this afternoon. But, lo. Not all is what it appears to be. To your side nearest the wagon, you hear the sound of a monstrous creature. The Grumblestone wagon begins to rise, higher and higher, over the head of the half-orc pirate Skorbor. His menacing face twists with hatred as he flips the four-wheeled wagon over onto its side.

"Delayed, but never late!" he cries, drawing a hefty axe.

Skorbor joins the initiative count. He rolls: 20

So that puts Arutha first,
Skorbor second,
The Cultists last.

Proceed.

Arutha sees that perhaps the tide has turned in his favor and Jumps into the fray with renewed vigor. Putting away and fancy footwork He gets down to the business of  butchering that battle always eventually descends to and with no care to keeping any of them alive to question anymore he swings at the injured cultist with plain hard and fast strokes like a mad windmill. 

Attack: 12 Damage: 5

Attack: 6 Damage: 6

Perhaps that windmill was too mad, Arutha. Your strikes miss.

Skorbor leaps to your side, bringing his weapon up and over into a powerful chop. Attack: 18 Damage: 14

Perhaps Beshaba hasn't removed her hand yet from the scene...

Gripp asks for introductions and a brief explanation of how everyone met Kaiylin, including you, Cath. It's an awkward moment. It passes when Gripp says, "Baldur's Gate is a big city. We don't know why Kaiylin brought her brood here to begin with. All we know is that she did. Like all of us. We came here for something better. Some place to call home. We owe it to her. Because we owe. it to ourselves. By rights the city is ours, and we should—"

Gorren introduces himself. "You're too tall for the pulpit, Gripp. Always was. The name's Gorren, all. And I was honored to have met Kaiylin within the first few minutes of her arrival. I'll always remember: I was her first order."

"Sentimental fool," the head barmaid Kristine says. "I told her to check on you. Sitting there. Lonely. You needed a drink." Gorren laughs.

Egan slowly raises his hand. "Kaiylin liked small talk. She's easy to talk to, once she brings down her walls."

"Yer point?" Kristine says.

"She said she was worried about her children. Drow have a reputation."

"Rightly earned," Kristine says to a few nods. "But—"

"They're children," Gorren interjects warmly.

Gripp looks pleased the people at the table are getting along so easily.

Norvalor will try to break free and yell "Traever don't get grabbed we need to get you out of here. It's not safe."

"Cath Redaxe be my name." 

Cath looks around at the group as he tells his part . 

"I met the lady in the line to enter the city yesterday.   She had a couple kids and we offered some shade.  We didn't know the boy was a drow until we reached the gate and the guards wand broke a spell disguising the child.  There was a confrontation at the gate when a Fist guard was attacked, but not by the boy mind you.   I don't know who attacked.   But Zavakk intervened and the boy was allowed entry into the city.   I offered to escort her here and helped her to get the job.  That's how i met her. "

Cath then leans back in his chair and listens to the others. 

(am I waiting for the cultists to move?)

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Cath sat down at the table.  He looked around at the other's gathered, glad to see they were interested in helping.  He was a bit surprised that Gripp was putting this much effort into helping a woman he just met the night before and wouldn't hire until Cath had paid her way for a tenday.  But Cath felt a need to help and protect the woman and he just met her himself. Maybe she had the same effect on Gripp.

"Best me know is Norvalor was or is a soldier.  He showed some badge at the gates when we had a little trouble entering with the boy.  But that is the best me can recall or know.  Perhaps he used to be a member of the Fist?"

Cath, if you would, make an Insight check.