BE7s Frozen Sick (IC)

Torvil turns to Bandit 1, his eyes twitching.  He is breathing hard and fast, a little drip of snot comes out of his nose.  “You laughin about somebody you killed back there?  Or that this disease killed?  I’ve had about enough of you!!”  Torvil’s face is flushed, in his current state of rage he cannot handle the snide comments of this bandit.  He brings his war pick up and brings it down on his forehead!  

War pick : 21 to hit, for 7 points of piercing damage to Bandit 1.  

Torvil, roll initiative with advantage please.

Torvil initiative : 21

Torvil raises his pick, murderous intent etched in his rage consumed scowl.  The smart a$$ elf sees it coming, but just can't react quickly enough to avoid the blow.  He tries to move to the side, but only manages to get his head out of harm's way.  The pick descends rapidly, the sickening crack of a collar bone shattering precedes the scream of pain.  He falls to his knees, blood welling from the hole left by the deadly war pick.  He is near death, and has no further snide remarks to make.  His eyes dart to the door, but he is not stupid.  The sound of Torvil's labored breathing and the bandit's wheezing attempts to draw breath are all that can be heard in the moment of eerie silence following the strike.  This one has no fight left. 

Kitsune remains motionless as Torvil’s pick shatters the bandit’s composure and collarbone alike, her gaze shifting coolly to the back room.  "Emotional outbursts aside, the data points to a frozen state...likely a literal manifestation of this blue veins curse" she observes.  She maintains her guard over the crippled survivors while signaling for the party to proceed with extreme caution toward the bedroom.

With a final glance into the snowy area around in front of the shop, Vayne quietly closes the door and begins to make his way towards the back room.  He cautiously peeks in, but quickly deems it safe and describes what he sees. 

He sees what appears to be an ice statue of an elf that was in a sitting position, bundled beneath blankets and tipped over on a disheveled bed.   A small table, once loaded with dirty teacups and a kettle, now lies on the floor, the porcelain cups are scattered in a thousand pieces on the floor.  A small chest has been broken open, the lock smashed by some heavy, blunt object.  Garments and other trivial personal effects lie scattered throughout the room.  The room appears to have been tossed like the rest of the shop.  

OOC: That is dang COOL, @DM!  Well done!

Kitsune maintains her position, her blade a steady threat as she keeps the two broken survivors pinned against the wreckage.  "Your internal damage is critical...remain stationary while my companions verify your testimony" she commands, her eyes never leaving the bandits.  She stays focused on the perimeter, ensuring no further reinforcements interfere while the others investigate the back room.

Torvil stands over the first elf, breathing fast, he calls out to the others, saying “Kitsune, Akira, Vayne - have a look back there and see what you can find as I watch these two.  I’m gonna see if they decide to make one FALSE MOVE and I’ll split their friggin skulls in two, while you good people figure out what the hell is going on in here.  Look quickly now.  Don’t know if these ruddy bastards have any little friends lurking in the woods, now do ya?  I’ll split them stem to stern as well if they shows their little faces here too…”. The dwarf is hefting his war pick, flipping it around in his hands, itching for them to give him a reason to strike.   

***OoC:  2 standing guard, anyone going to the back room, or should I send Vayne in?  I'll be able to post tonight.***

 OOC: Send Vayne in!

You hear the clatter of broken crockery or glassware being pushed aside, bits of debris, mostly wooden, tossed to unearth other bits of debris.  Vayne gets after it pretty good for a few minutes, finally emerging with a thin, leather, well worn ledger.  It had been tossed from a shelf with Pelc's personal reading collection.  Most of the books were taken, a few that were damaged and the ledger were left beneath the kindling that once was a shelf.  

The ledger contains numerous entries related to the buying and selling of various items.  The last entry is written in graceful, flowing script two months ago.  It reads as follows:  Purchase:  dagger, scroll case, jade statuette, quiver containing 6 arrows, silver ring set with a jasper, and two blue glass vials. Seller:  Urgon Wenth :  1,000 GP

OOC I’d like to follow Vayne in but at a decent distance, bow still drawn and turning my head around every few seconds to check behind us.

Akira, perception roll please. 

Akira follows Vayne to the bedroom.  They turn an already turned upside down room even more upside down.  Bow still drawn, eyes darting for new danger, Akira still somehow manages to point out some miniscule nook created that was overlooked, pointing it out to Vayne with a nod of her head and very detailed directions.  Even with a second set of eyes, nothing else of note was discovered.

“Any luck in there?”  Torvil calls out, busying himself with disarming the two elves, searching them for anything that they have found that might be useful.  He glares at them and gets ready to swing his pick if there is any sign of fight in them.  

Vayne emerges to share the ledger information. 

Torvil collects 13 copper and 22 silver between them.  They give no indication of causing trouble.

"What do you suggest we do with these two?" the tiefling asks.  "Elro may have a question or two for them, or we can save him the trouble and leave them to stain the floor with the others."  He moves to take another peek out the door, subtly muttering the words to a spell as he does.  When he turns back to the group his eyes have gone dead black, much like a demon or predatory shark, staring at the bandits like he would eat them if the others allowed it.

***thaumaturgy to change his eyes.  ADV on intimidation checks if needed - at this point he is just messing with them and waiting to see what ya'all are going to do next***

"Transporting prisoners as baggage through hostile terrain reduces our operational efficiency by 30%" Kitsune calculates, her eyes shifting from the ledger to the bleeding survivors.  "If Hulil's condition is deteriorating in Croaker Cave, we should prioritize the source of the infection over a low-level escort mission."  She gestures with her blade toward the shop's sturdy, intact support beams in the ceiling.  "Bind them here for the town constables to collect...our mission parameters favor a swift strike at the cave before the trail vanishes."