"We've seen that he doesn't consider himself bound by his debts, and that he can easily handle short term suffering, knowing that he can cast a spell to fix it later," Qint mused. "So momentary pain doesn't phase him. Obligation is meaningless to him. What if we inflict a pain he can't just cast a spell to fix? Cut off a finger, pluck out an eye, that sort of thing?"

"Is there no way we might threaten his standing in his Church, by threatening to expose his ways..? Or are they all just like him, or worse? This is a man who relishes his position and authority. It has to be what he holds most dear, after all he has spent his life, building himself up, in that place."

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 279):

"I say we have pretty boy here suggest he write us some writs."

"Yes... well, let's hope our one-trick pony, can win this donkey show. Hahahaha!"

"I prefer the term stallion."  Astra winked at Chye then looked over at Hitmoi, "I'll see what I can do."

In reply to Astra Black (msg # 282):

"I say, let's get ourselves out of little Shevnia
before our sore loser sends some brutes our way, and over to
the Hadereum"

"Yes, let's leave this place."

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 284):

The guards pass once more, their eyes lingering on Chye's weapon, and Hiromi's indistinct shape, and Astra's firm
calves before they move on their patrol.

A few moments later, four rough looking types step out of
doorways near the pawnshop.

Chye, ever cautious, glances back over his shoulder as the group heads down the street. "Look...maybe they try and follow us. I have a feeling if we defend ourselves against these scum, the guards here, will not be sympathetic. Let us lead these fools into a place where we can deal with them, without attracting the attention of the whole community."
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OOC: Chye is rolling against Area knowledge: northport, to devise a plan to confront these thugs, on his terms and not theirs, should they follow.

OOC: failed by 2
"Never come here often... not know the streets so good as in other parts of city. anybody have a better plan? quickly, now.."

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 288):

"I think we were pretty good til now."

Chye's face is serious for a moment, then he smiles. "Hey! you men..what do you want with us, looking so hostile?" Chye stands in front of the group and gives his naginata a twirl before going into a stance.

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 290):

A couple of the men, all wearing light leather and
brandishing clubs and knives approach aggressively. They
call out something in Shevnian, and the first two look to be
trying to flank Chye.

"I shall cut you all down, like new grain!"
Chye rotates in a circle slowly, to prevent them from surrounding him, and switches his grip to wield his naginata as a greatsword.

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 292):

Laurence draws his rapier and looks over at Quint as the four
Goons eye Chye's twirling weapon, pausing just out of range.
"You got anything good on deese types?

Astra sighs, pulls his blade out and looks to Chye.

"Let me know if you need my assistance."

In reply to Astra Black (msg # 294):

The first two split up, one moving to each side, while the back two take throwing stances with their knives.

"Monsieurs, engage the knife throwers! Attend me, gentleman!"
Chye steps, and swings at the attacker that had moved to his left, arcing upwards at the man's neck. OOC: step, attack (hit location, maneuver: neck, +2 to hit) "Kiai!!!"

OOC: passed roll by 6

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 297):

The first goon barely parries Chye's attack, but his club cracks under the weight of the Naginata.
The other one swings at Chye and seems to connect.

After breaking the one goon's club with his pole arm's blade, he brings the opposite end of the shaft up, to parry the others strike. "Wa-chaaaaa!"
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In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 299):

The goon with the shattered club curses, the other being
parried snarls, and one about to throw a dagger gasps as it
is yanked out of his hand by unseen forces.

With his sword in a loose grip, Astra sighs again, obviously bored. Rolling his eyes, he begins to singing a low, monotonous tone that causes stiffness in the limbs of those nearby.

OOC: Concentrate (Singing)

"It is hopeless for you. You cannot take us. Surrender now, or you shall all die! This is your only chance, if you wish to live."
This message was last edited by the player at 18:44, Mon 19 Sept 2016.