(OOC -- its from the inside; there seems to be no way to lock the door from the outside.)
As all of you dash for the door in a mad rush, the two gnomes and the dwarf fall behind. Its only the human guard who is able to keep up as Nevlav and Yoric especially struggle to keep the pace with the half-elf and the elven ranger. Alden, you swing open the door and Thalion bounds through it gracefully. Yoric and Nevlav, the two of you are still about ten feet from the door at this point.
(He will catch up with the two of you right as you hit the door unless anyone has any ideas)
(OOC - Well... I know my rolls haven't been, er, stellar of late, but would it be possible for Thalion to shoot over Yoric and Nevlav's heads and try to hit the human guard? They are pretty short, after all.)
Nevlav watches the results of the groups shenanigans and all but flails as everyone begins running to the exit. He dies his best to keep up and notices Alden at the lock, "Get on with it, I will do what I can!"
Nevlav veers his run to try and collide with an alter the course of at least one of the guards.
In what amounts to a very pitiful spectacle for everyone who sees it, after a struggle that occurs as Nevlav and the human guard struggle while running down the hallway and finally, just before the door, with a shimmy and a hipcheck, Nevlav is able to slam the human into a large steel door, leaving him senseless. Nevlav and Yoric are able to escape the door with Alden following them closely behind.
You are now mercifully out of Valance Gaol, in a dark alleyway. As you take a few breath, you instantly smell the prison's trash is heaped up against the wall of the building.The alleyway goes in two directions -- one towards the front of the building and the main street, the other way into the confusing twisty, turning streets that make up the Parapets District.
Thalion stares hopelessly in either direction - it seemed their options were pretty much into the frying pan, into the fire or into a pile of trash. As soon as Yoric runs off he sprints ahead, shouting over his shoulder, "I'll run a little ahead in case there's any danger waiting for us!"
As soon as he reaches the din of milling people in the Parapets District he stops and levels his sharp elven gaze along the area, looking for guards alert to their presence and more importantly a way out.
Thalion, ahead of you, you see a mess of buildings, a mixture of older, small dwellings, shops and taverns that clearly predate the great technological leaps in the kingdom and giant dumbbell tenement buildings in which the mass of the industrial workers live.You do hear some hassle coming from the other direction -- from what your ears are able to pick up, it seems as though the VIP the Warden was waiting for may have arrived.
There is a member of the Watch on patrol, but he does not seem particularly alert or looking for anything. A few workers are traveling to and from the taverns and the shops, but overall traffic in the district is not too terribly heavy.
The massive factory District is immediately to your north, with the Administrative District and the capital north of that; you are just able to make out the spires of the Royal Palace on the horizon.
(Yoric -- from where you are, you roughly know The Dole is closer to the Factory District, near the border the Parapets and the Factory Districts share.)
Thalion comes to a halt once he realizes they're in the clear for the moment. He tried to calm his breathing; he might have wiped the sweat from his brow if he weren't an elf or a ranger. As nonchalantly as he can manage he waits for his companions while keeping an eye on the lone Watchman.
Nevlav too tries and catches his breath, all the running in armor has been quite taxing on the gnome. He also has a look on his face as if to say, 'What is happening? What have I done?' As if to mirror his face, "We just... we just ran from the law. I don't run from the law. Why would they all be doing this?"
“Not all IN the law are on the side of law and righteousness, Nevlav. Ever since we started this job, that much was made clear.” Yoric starts leading them nonchalantly North towards the Dole.
Thalion suppresses a laugh, letting out a derisive snort. "I've been running from your 'Law' for decades for trying to save my home from destruction. Welcome to the club, my diminutive friend," he says while patting the gnome on the back.
He strides off behind Yoric but slows until the others are between the two of them, keeping up the rearguard with a sharp eye toward any watchmen, guards or tiefling "bards".
(OCC I apologize. I had thought I posted a message. I have been in the hospital and just got out...2 surgeries for Staph infection....maybe I dreamed I posted but i swore I posted something from my phone the other day....I'm going to catch up)
Alden
Alden will follow the group and when they clear the guards and reasons to hurry he will slow down.
Yoric grins at Alden. “On it. But...” and his face drops to a more serious expression. “We left Chief Brightaxe behind. I’m not saying I’d have gone in for him, but I wish I could have.”
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Alden
"He'll be fine where he is at for now." Alden reassures Yoric. "Don't worry, we will do our best to make sure the Admiral and others get freed. We just need to do our part in this." Alden says smiling at Yoric.
"20 ft. apart folks' Alden will suggest. "and staggered along the street. They will no doubt be looking for our group so lets give them less of a target to spot."
With that Alden will fall behind a bit, keeping the team insight but also scanning this way and that. he will slouch a bit and change the gate of his walk as well to try and throw off any identification of himself from afar.
Thalion stares back toward the jail in silence but turns away with a grimace. "I... don't feel good about leaving the Chief behind in that hellish place, but," he heaves a sigh and points his aquiline nose toward where he assumes The Dole is, "I've learned that the mission comes before all else."
He nods to Alden, glad to both be free but with some leadership to point him in the right direction. He meanders away from the group enough to keep them within sight while trying to inconspicuously head toward the Factory District.
Nevlav looks at Thallion as he is patted on his back. The elf spoke true, others just living their lives went through much harder times. It did not dissuade the gnome from his belief that the King's path was the right one, just that there are always those who need to live differently.
He nods to the group and takes up a staggered position behind Yoric.
You feel pretty confident that you have lost your pursuers and are able to maintain a certain degree of anonymity among the bustling industrial workers, working girls and the typical sort that is wandering the streets of this working class district.
As the party walks, closer to the evening now, you see the crowd in the streets start to thin out even further -- curfew is soon, and any breaking the quarantine by leaving their homes face imprisonment, a fate you all know precisely too well.
You do see an occasional brave soul heading towards the Factory District and as you approach the squat little tavern The Dole, you see where so many of them are headed.
Yoric, as you are familiar with this place, you know it is managed by a canny little kobold entrepreneur named Huto and her daughter Togs. The atmosphere is typically raucous and celebratory and the main attraction is a large fighting pit in the tavern basement where unemployed factory workers can earn a little extra money. The most recent champion is Derfnor, a Dwarven barbarian who had a particularly brutal streak.
As you enter, the place is starting to get a bit crowded -- there is an air of anticipation as there seems to be some sort of major happening around the pit tonight.Tending bar, as usual, is Huto and her daughter.
Alden -- looking around, you see secluded at a corner table, Artur Felix, the half-elf who was the original source of your mission, engaged in an intense comversation with a human who is puffing contemplatively on his pipe, with your perception roll, you also notice, unusually, the pipe smoke seems to be all trailing in the same direction.
The human takes a long pull of his pipe, an ornamental piece which is far nicer than anything else he is wearing. He exhales slowly, the pleasant-smelling smoke casually floating off in a stream to his left. You see a messenger bag draped over his shoulder. His clothes are made of durable materials, obviously intended for long use and long travel. Nonetheless, they are travel stained and worn. The bottom side of the right sleeve is torn and dark red, seemingly still fresh. The right side of his torso is similarly stained.
Looking at the newcomer, and then at the rest of the group around him, something seems to register in the man's eyes as he sees the halfling. Looking over at the Felix, the man says "Friends of yours?"
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(OOC -- its from the inside; there seems to be no way to lock the door from the outside.)
As all of you dash for the door in a mad rush, the two gnomes and the dwarf fall behind. Its only the human guard who is able to keep up as Nevlav and Yoric especially struggle to keep the pace with the half-elf and the elven ranger. Alden, you swing open the door and Thalion bounds through it gracefully. Yoric and Nevlav, the two of you are still about ten feet from the door at this point.
(He will catch up with the two of you right as you hit the door unless anyone has any ideas)
(OOC - Well... I know my rolls haven't been, er, stellar of late, but would it be possible for Thalion to shoot over Yoric and Nevlav's heads and try to hit the human guard? They are pretty short, after all.)
Nevlav watches the results of the groups shenanigans and all but flails as everyone begins running to the exit. He dies his best to keep up and notices Alden at the lock, "Get on with it, I will do what I can!"
Nevlav veers his run to try and collide with an alter the course of at least one of the guards.
Nevlav Athletics: 6
Guard Athletics: 3
(Oof,. now I'm just imagining a slap fight now)
In what amounts to a very pitiful spectacle for everyone who sees it, after a struggle that occurs as Nevlav and the human guard struggle while running down the hallway and finally, just before the door, with a shimmy and a hipcheck, Nevlav is able to slam the human into a large steel door, leaving him senseless. Nevlav and Yoric are able to escape the door with Alden following them closely behind.
You are now mercifully out of Valance Gaol, in a dark alleyway. As you take a few breath, you instantly smell the prison's trash is heaped up against the wall of the building.The alleyway goes in two directions -- one towards the front of the building and the main street, the other way into the confusing twisty, turning streets that make up the Parapets District.
“That way!” Yoric runs towards the Parapets District
Paladin - warforged - orange
Thalion stares hopelessly in either direction - it seemed their options were pretty much into the frying pan, into the fire or into a pile of trash. As soon as Yoric runs off he sprints ahead, shouting over his shoulder, "I'll run a little ahead in case there's any danger waiting for us!"
As soon as he reaches the din of milling people in the Parapets District he stops and levels his sharp elven gaze along the area, looking for guards alert to their presence and more importantly a way out.
Thalion Survival Check - 18
Thalion, ahead of you, you see a mess of buildings, a mixture of older, small dwellings, shops and taverns that clearly predate the great technological leaps in the kingdom and giant dumbbell tenement buildings in which the mass of the industrial workers live.You do hear some hassle coming from the other direction -- from what your ears are able to pick up, it seems as though the VIP the Warden was waiting for may have arrived.
There is a member of the Watch on patrol, but he does not seem particularly alert or looking for anything. A few workers are traveling to and from the taverns and the shops, but overall traffic in the district is not too terribly heavy.
The massive factory District is immediately to your north, with the Administrative District and the capital north of that; you are just able to make out the spires of the Royal Palace on the horizon.
(Yoric -- from where you are, you roughly know The Dole is closer to the Factory District, near the border the Parapets and the Factory Districts share.)
Thalion comes to a halt once he realizes they're in the clear for the moment. He tried to calm his breathing; he might have wiped the sweat from his brow if he weren't an elf or a ranger. As nonchalantly as he can manage he waits for his companions while keeping an eye on the lone Watchman.
Nevlav too tries and catches his breath, all the running in armor has been quite taxing on the gnome. He also has a look on his face as if to say, 'What is happening? What have I done?' As if to mirror his face, "We just... we just ran from the law. I don't run from the law. Why would they all be doing this?"
“Not all IN the law are on the side of law and righteousness, Nevlav. Ever since we started this job, that much was made clear.” Yoric starts leading them nonchalantly North towards the Dole.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Thalion suppresses a laugh, letting out a derisive snort. "I've been running from your 'Law' for decades for trying to save my home from destruction. Welcome to the club, my diminutive friend," he says while patting the gnome on the back.
He strides off behind Yoric but slows until the others are between the two of them, keeping up the rearguard with a sharp eye toward any watchmen, guards or tiefling "bards".
(OCC I apologize. I had thought I posted a message. I have been in the hospital and just got out...2 surgeries for Staph infection....maybe I dreamed I posted but i swore I posted something from my phone the other day....I'm going to catch up)
Alden
Alden will follow the group and when they clear the guards and reasons to hurry he will slow down.
"Take us to the Druid Yoric?" Alden will ask.
Yoric grins at Alden. “On it. But...” and his face drops to a more serious expression. “We left Chief Brightaxe behind. I’m not saying I’d have gone in for him, but I wish I could have.”
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Alden
"He'll be fine where he is at for now." Alden reassures Yoric. "Don't worry, we will do our best to make sure the Admiral and others get freed. We just need to do our part in this." Alden says smiling at Yoric.
"20 ft. apart folks' Alden will suggest. "and staggered along the street. They will no doubt be looking for our group so lets give them less of a target to spot."
With that Alden will fall behind a bit, keeping the team insight but also scanning this way and that. he will slouch a bit and change the gate of his walk as well to try and throw off any identification of himself from afar.
Perception: 4
Deception: 15
and just in case-
Performance: 8
Thalion stares back toward the jail in silence but turns away with a grimace. "I... don't feel good about leaving the Chief behind in that hellish place, but," he heaves a sigh and points his aquiline nose toward where he assumes The Dole is, "I've learned that the mission comes before all else."
He nods to Alden, glad to both be free but with some leadership to point him in the right direction. He meanders away from the group enough to keep them within sight while trying to inconspicuously head toward the Factory District.
Nevlav looks at Thallion as he is patted on his back. The elf spoke true, others just living their lives went through much harder times. It did not dissuade the gnome from his belief that the King's path was the right one, just that there are always those who need to live differently.
He nods to the group and takes up a staggered position behind Yoric.
You feel pretty confident that you have lost your pursuers and are able to maintain a certain degree of anonymity among the bustling industrial workers, working girls and the typical sort that is wandering the streets of this working class district.
As the party walks, closer to the evening now, you see the crowd in the streets start to thin out even further -- curfew is soon, and any breaking the quarantine by leaving their homes face imprisonment, a fate you all know precisely too well.
You do see an occasional brave soul heading towards the Factory District and as you approach the squat little tavern The Dole, you see where so many of them are headed.
Yoric, as you are familiar with this place, you know it is managed by a canny little kobold entrepreneur named Huto and her daughter Togs. The atmosphere is typically raucous and celebratory and the main attraction is a large fighting pit in the tavern basement where unemployed factory workers can earn a little extra money. The most recent champion is Derfnor, a Dwarven barbarian who had a particularly brutal streak.
As you enter, the place is starting to get a bit crowded -- there is an air of anticipation as there seems to be some sort of major happening around the pit tonight.Tending bar, as usual, is Huto and her daughter.
Alden -- looking around, you see secluded at a corner table, Artur Felix, the half-elf who was the original source of your mission, engaged in an intense comversation with a human who is puffing contemplatively on his pipe, with your perception roll, you also notice, unusually, the pipe smoke seems to be all trailing in the same direction.
Alden
Alden will scan the room. He assumes that there are spies about so he looks around, not that he will notice anyone but it's a habit he has.
Perception: 5
(OCC: I may have to take a few bard levels just to get some skill modifiers :P) (Holy SMOKES!!! Natural 20)
Once Alden is sure he can approach safely, he will go to the table with Felix and the human and ask "Could I have a word?"
The human takes a long pull of his pipe, an ornamental piece which is far nicer than anything else he is wearing. He exhales slowly, the pleasant-smelling smoke casually floating off in a stream to his left. You see a messenger bag draped over his shoulder. His clothes are made of durable materials, obviously intended for long use and long travel. Nonetheless, they are travel stained and worn. The bottom side of the right sleeve is torn and dark red, seemingly still fresh. The right side of his torso is similarly stained.
Looking at the newcomer, and then at the rest of the group around him, something seems to register in the man's eyes as he sees the halfling. Looking over at the Felix, the man says "Friends of yours?"
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Nevlav folds his arms and says squarely, "No we are not."