Whilst the group catch their breath, Draskan sits with his maul in front of him and begins to recite a ritual to create a magical bond between him and the weapon
Buggered if I know pal this place was the safe house. We ain’t a large scale operation like the Boromars or the Daask. Hell we ain’t even competitors with the Tyrants, if the boss rat had another hideyhole she didn’t tell none of us about it. She spits on the floor Now are you gonna take this arrow out of my leg or you gonna keep longing this out? My numbers punched either way so just get in with it. By the sounds of it if there were anything or one else left in this safe house they left when they heard you killing the wererat boss.
He raises his dagger, bringing it down towards the injured bandit in a killing blow, but catches sight of Diomedes and stops short, raising a quizzical eyebrow...
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After a brief whispered tete-a-tete with the rest of the team, Diomedes kneels down beside the bandit and places one hand on the meat of her leg beside the arrow and grips the arrow with his other hand. He prepares his spell so that he can discharge it as soon as he removes the arrow.
Medicine - 7
Cure wounds - 6
There, that should hopefully get you back on your feet.
It would seem your fellow are nowhere near as loyal as they are tenacious. They have left you for dead at the first sign of trouble. We, however saw no reason for the needless waste of your life.
Take this, and get some proper ministration of your injuries. Nothing back alley. Seek out the temple of Boldrei if need be. All are welcome. 10GP
Truth be told, we could use your help when you are rested. We don't know this part of the city and we know next to nothing about The Fangs. Someone in your position could be mutually beneficial to us both.
As he stands, he drops his tone.
Just remember something my master told me. In healing, what is done can easily be undone.
She hisses In pain as the arrow is removed and then sighs as the healing magic seals the wound. Alright you got yourselves a deal. I’ll keep you in the loop about any business that goes on that’s out of the ordinary or if Rattata is gonna make a move on you but once we are even that’s it. Also yes I need my stuff
Leowin, frowning slightly, leans towards the bandit, putting the dagger to her throat. As he leans in, it nicks her, and blood trickles down the blade.
I'm so glad this has worked out for you, but I don't think you're hearing what I'm saying. You work for us now. That means I get your stuff when I want it...
She gulps, which doesn’t help the small nick at her throat. Look if I turn up with nothing then Rattata who’ll be suspicious. If I turn up with all my stuff then I can say I managed to escape instead of being captured. You get me? If you’re after a hand crossbow then Kaleb had one as well and you already offer him
Draskan appears behind the bandit, his eyes glowing red and snorts a plume of steam that momentarily engulfs the bandit Cross us and there won’t be enough of you left to identify who you are
Leowin please. Stop. If I cannot appeal to your mercy, perhaps I can appeal to your avarice and sense of self-preservation.
She is worth more to us alive than dead. No lock is more easily bypassed than one opened for you from the other side. The Fangs have been busy and their coffers are likely fat. She could help us part them from their ill gotten gains.
Rattatta already knows our faces and must expect that we are coming for him. She is no more a loose end than you are.
She may help us, she may choose to flee but there is still the chance that we benefit. By spilling her blood, the only chance we give ourselves is that her ex-colleagues are able to spill more of ours.
Err it’s Meggan. If I have any news for yous I’ll leave it at the Temple of Boldrei. Free healing is a good cover and you being the religious sort should work out well. As soon as I got something for you I’ll make contact. Now I’d best be going if that’s alright!
No objections from me, Eoni shrugs before smirking at Meggan, Just know I have many faces at my disposal whiskers, including your own ...so don’t make me use it.
Eoni’s face briefly transforms into that of Meggan’s before chuckling evilly.
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Short rest HP 4
Whilst the group catch their breath, Draskan sits with his maul in front of him and begins to recite a ritual to create a magical bond between him and the weapon
Leowin cocks his head at the wounded bandit, casually drawing a dagger from his belt.
She left, eh? What's her name? And where might we find this Rattatta?
Buggered if I know pal this place was the safe house. We ain’t a large scale operation like the Boromars or the Daask. Hell we ain’t even competitors with the Tyrants, if the boss rat had another hideyhole she didn’t tell none of us about it. She spits on the floor Now are you gonna take this arrow out of my leg or you gonna keep longing this out? My numbers punched either way so just get in with it.
By the sounds of it if there were anything or one else left in this safe house they left when they heard you killing the wererat boss.
Leowin looks away and shrugs
Okay then
He raises his dagger, bringing it down towards the injured bandit in a killing blow, but catches sight of Diomedes and stops short, raising a quizzical eyebrow...
After a brief whispered tete-a-tete with the rest of the team, Diomedes kneels down beside the bandit and places one hand on the meat of her leg beside the arrow and grips the arrow with his other hand. He prepares his spell so that he can discharge it as soon as he removes the arrow.
Medicine - 7
Cure wounds - 6
There, that should hopefully get you back on your feet.
It would seem your fellow are nowhere near as loyal as they are tenacious. They have left you for dead at the first sign of trouble. We, however saw no reason for the needless waste of your life.
Take this, and get some proper ministration of your injuries. Nothing back alley. Seek out the temple of Boldrei if need be. All are welcome. 10GP
Truth be told, we could use your help when you are rested. We don't know this part of the city and we know next to nothing about The Fangs. Someone in your position could be mutually beneficial to us both.
As he stands, he drops his tone.
Just remember something my master told me. In healing, what is done can easily be undone.
Leowin, wearing his trademark bland smile, shrugs with his hands, still holding the dagger
Hey, hang on. I was quite happy to needlessly waste her life. Dead people don't talk, and they don't need their stuff.
Eyeing the healed bandit, he enquires
Do you... need your stuff?
And looks at her menacingly
Intimidation 18
She hisses In pain as the arrow is removed and then sighs as the healing magic seals the wound. Alright you got yourselves a deal. I’ll keep you in the loop about any business that goes on that’s out of the ordinary or if Rattata is gonna make a move on you but once we are even that’s it. Also yes I need my stuff
Leowin, frowning slightly, leans towards the bandit, putting the dagger to her throat. As he leans in, it nicks her, and blood trickles down the blade.
I'm so glad this has worked out for you, but I don't think you're hearing what I'm saying. You work for us now. That means I get your stuff when I want it...
She gulps, which doesn’t help the small nick at her throat. Look if I turn up with nothing then Rattata who’ll be suspicious. If I turn up with all my stuff then I can say I managed to escape instead of being captured. You get me? If you’re after a hand crossbow then Kaleb had one as well and you already offer him
Draskan appears behind the bandit, his eyes glowing red and snorts a plume of steam that momentarily engulfs the bandit Cross us and there won’t be enough of you left to identify who you are
Leowin shrugs.
Okay then. She can't be suspicious if you're dead, so we can go that way.
He leans forward and tenses up, pushing the dagger against the bandit's throat.
OOC: it is obvious to all the characters that he's about to cut her throat.
Leowin please. Stop. If I cannot appeal to your mercy, perhaps I can appeal to your avarice and sense of self-preservation.
She is worth more to us alive than dead. No lock is more easily bypassed than one opened for you from the other side. The Fangs have been busy and their coffers are likely fat. She could help us part them from their ill gotten gains.
Rattatta already knows our faces and must expect that we are coming for him. She is no more a loose end than you are.
She may help us, she may choose to flee but there is still the chance that we benefit. By spilling her blood, the only chance we give ourselves is that her ex-colleagues are able to spill more of ours.
Leowin looks at Diomedes.
You mean she has... more stuff?
He puts the dagger away with a nod.
Diomedes looks visibly relieved.
Yes friend, I do believe she does. And she knows people who recently left her for dead that have a lot more.
Diomedes turns to the bandit. What is your name and how will we contact you?
Err it’s Meggan. If I have any news for yous I’ll leave it at the Temple of Boldrei. Free healing is a good cover and you being the religious sort should work out well. As soon as I got something for you I’ll make contact. Now I’d best be going if that’s alright!
I think that would be for the best, unless any of you good folk object?
It might be best if you make it look like you're still being chased when you leave, knock a few things over, no?
No objections from me, Eoni shrugs before smirking at Meggan, Just know I have many faces at my disposal whiskers, including your own ...so don’t make me use it.
Eoni’s face briefly transforms into that of Meggan’s before chuckling evilly.
Yeah. Fine. Just don't forget about my stuff. I'll be coming.