Gruun makes his way over to Hox and Roccar, giving a violent kick to any slaadi he passes and a wide grin to Bohmar at seeing the dwarf again. "I am glad to be done being the ones who are hunted. Where are we bound to seek our next prey?" He directs the question to Roccar but glances to Ritska as well.

Aradurk, through blurry eyes, tears off a swath of cloth from the ground and uses it to wipe his face then runs it along the length of his blade.

"Ser Mary, I await your command."

"If any deserve wing, it is you. I join NAGPU after you save me because you and friends treat me well," Snug says.

Ser Mary leaps into the water from the dock, leaving Doramor's armor there, and swims to dry land, wringing her red hair dry as the party gathers with Roccar and Ritska.

"Well fought, everyone," she says, any hint of emotion gone from her voice. "It seems I was wrong not to trust you in this. Tanakir is correct. Denorian has prematurely set his endgame into motion before we could properly prepare. I do not believe he can succeed without assistance."

Ritska starts to add to the statement, but Roccar interrupts. "Let us clean up here and head back to the safehouse. We should rest while we can. We can discuss things there. Bohmar, can you speak with Captain Thitcher? I don't like the thought of those cyclopes hanging around, if they are still out there."

Killian will accompany the rest back to the safehouse.

(Anything on the arcana check?)

Would it be possible to retrieve the armor before it sinks? Wes would be willing to polymorph into a giant octopus to retrieve it.

Otherwise Wes will join the group back immediately.

OOC: Sorry about that, only had a few minutes to post, didn't mean to leave that out.

Wes recognizes the telltale signs of necrotic magic at work on Doramor. That was no teleportation, but rather an effect similar to disintegrate, and likely connected to the ring he wore.

Doramor's equipment has not sunk yet, it's all still on the separated section of the docks.

Wes will retrieve it and take it with him as they go back to the safe house.  Stowing it away for later when appropriate to bring out.

Tanakir moves over to Ser Mary's side, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Do not brush us aside in this. If you hide it, it will fester and consume you. What we did today was... justice... as best as could be done in this situation. We will all pay the price for our sins," he glances towards Killian, "but not now. Put your mind at ease for the moment. We will mourn once Denorian is stopped and we are all safe."

Killian meets Tanakir’s eyes without emotion. She is neither proud nor remorseful of her actions. The tall woman does not shy away from the group, or from Ser Mary.

Before leaving the docks, Gruun will try to move the Slaadi bodies as out of the way as possible so the docks can be used(also giving them a good dagger, or axe, through the skull to make sure they really are dead).

Wes takes a moment to retrieve Doramor's equipment while Gruun helps Bohmar and the kobolds move some of the bodies, checking to ensure none still live.

Doramor's armor is a set of simple studded leather and a buckler that have no special properties. However, his cloak is a wondrous design, and definitely magic in its nature, as is his rapier - one that Wes has definitely seen before, and been on the wrong end of during the heist on the Lonely Tower with Fumbles.

OOC: Let me know how much of this you would like to keep and I'll add it to your inventory.

"I'll get in contact with yer Captain Thitcher. NAGPU and I'll get these bodies to 'is ship and dump 'em in the sea where they belong," Bohmar says. Roccar nods in affirmation, and leads the way back to his safehouse beneath the barber shop.

Once everyone has gathered inside, Ser Mary begins to speak again on Denorian but Roccar cuts her off (much to her chagrin), grabs a cask of ale from a nearby cabinet, and plops into a chair. "Time to unwind a little. We've been sending these men and women on task after task for months. They have earned at least an hour of rest and relaxation before we discuss what is needed next, yes? Bohmar's finest stock, he assured me. Who wants some?" he asks.

Killian will grab a cup and hold it out. Then again for a refill. Then she'll nurse her third cup.

Wes would keep all the equipment.  Making sure to identify both the cape and the sword during some downtime before deciding what to do with it.  Also during downtime, he will take time to clean the basic armor and shield and place it neatly in a chest in his room.

Wes puts a hand on Sir Mary’s shoulder when Roccar is finished off to the side, he says.  “Either to mourn or celebrate, take some ale.  We aren’t ones to show our emotion much.... doesn’t seem it, but we’re cut from the same cloth.  But if you don’t let yourself feel these emotions, you’ll end up like one of them Slaadi..... or worse.  We are here for you..... I would be remised if I went this whole time without sharing some old gnomish wisdom ”  With that he lets the words hang for a moment before heading to take a drink and sit quietly in the corner.  Failing to hide a smile and sigh of relief.  

He nods to Rycider “Little shaky at first, but I think we’ll have to add that to the playbook.  Got to come up with a signal.... you get used to the fur eventually .” he winks. As Petunia flashes into existence on the table.

Hox takes one, then another, and another, and more. Until he can't stand straight and finds himself blacking out. So after about 5 shots, Hox is knocked out.

Gruun takes in the moment to relax. Drinking more than he should be no so much to pass out. (I hope there is a good bit in that cask)

The "hour" of R&R turns into two, then four. Ritska quickly sees that the evening is lost and departs, saying only, "I will return in the morning. Bear in mind Bohmar can't cure all of your hangovers."

Ser Mary abstains from drinking. She pulls a chair away and faces the wall, using it as leverage for her feet and staring up at the ceiling as she speaks with Wes. "I mourn not for Doramor, Wes,"  she responds. "Doramor was a man gone mad, so lost in his hatred that he sacrificed innocent lives and worse, he may have doomed us all, all in an attempt to get back at me for a situation he refused to let himself understand. I could not have saved his parents, Wes," She looks at Wes, on the verge of tears. "Those who do not know when a battle is lost before it begins do not last long. Denorian tried to save them, but he only lost more lives in the process, and now I fear he, too, is lost to madness. If we are truly up against the end of the world here...you all may be our last hope."

Roccar matches Gruun, Hox, and Killian (and anyone else drinking) pint for pint, pulling out a second and then a third cask of ale in the process. All the while, he swaps stories and asks questions of those drinking, maintaining a show of sobriety as the night goes on, but definitively slurring more and more.

"You know, Hox, now that I think about it, of all in this room save Ser Mary, I've known you the longest. You fought with Thane because you wanted freedom, and he granted it. Imagine my surprise when you turn up in Luskan after all this time, still willing to work with us. What is keeping you here?"

"And Gruun! A kobold and a bugbear, fighting alongside the Warblade and Watchblade of Sundabar. How did this become reality? Tell us your story. Why are you here, and not in a cave leading a goblin clan?"

"Killian, you've...you've gotta understan, Ritska's...she really does appreshate what you've done. She only coershed you becaush she didn't know if you would see it all through otherwise, but you did, you know. You hunted vampires for her, she isn't so cold-hearted that she can't grasp the stones that took. She doesn't like, you, but she doesn't like anyone. But what I know for sure is, she respects you. And she doesn't respect anyone!"

Rycider will limit herself to a couple of drinks. She will get out her Dulcimer and play. Nothing loud or obnoxious. Just some sweet melodies to accompany the conversations. She raises a glass to Wes To Fists and Fur. She grins at Wes before taking a large swig.

She will play till the last man or woman retires, the tune in keeping with the mood of the room but never getting melancholy.

Performance: 16

Killian doesn't drink to drunk, or maybe she's just very good at acting sober. It's not clear if her melancholy is due to the drinking, or just her normal state of affairs when she does't have a bloodied sword in her hand, but she is quiet and removed as the evening progresses. She sticks to the side of the room with Hox and Gruun (and Roccar), as these others are still essentially strangers to her, and she's not one for making friends.

As Roccar apologizes for Ritska, she turns her head to look at him. "To be fair," she says, "I don't like her either. And I certainly did not hunt vampires for her. I will not trust her, because I do not know what drives her, but that she has your trust means something. You are not a puzzle, Roccar."

Ardurk pulls up a stool next to Roccar, mug in hand, drinking somewhat conservatively (for a half-orc) and listens to the exchanges. After a few drinks, Aradurk raises his beer, "To all of you. We may not always know who we're fighting or why, but we always know who we're fighting beside."

"No, I suppose not," Roccar responds to Killian. "And just the way I like it. I can only dream that we are done with the slaadi. I've had enough people acting like other people for one lifetime."

He lifts his last glass high when Aradurk toasts. "Yes, to all of you. We were prepared to take this fight on ourselves, but it's clear we cannot win without you all. And...to Fumbles. With the Hivemind destroyed, he did not die in vain."

The well runs dry, with the party in various states of sobriety. Ser Mary still sits in the same pose, having nodded off an hour ago. "I need to shake some of this swill off. I will take a quick patrol and lock things up. Get some rest, everyone. You deserve it."

OOC: Is there anything else to be said or done before morning comes?