Lavendar's Fine Perfumes sits in the middle of a row of shops on Summoning Street. The store fronts around it all reflect fine goods for sale. A lace shop. Two different milliner's. A cobbler specializing in riding boots. This isn't a section of town frequented by those that need to struggle to survive in Korvosa.

Yet those people seem to be the bulk of today's customers. There is a line that extends halfway down the block, all waiting to get into Lavendar's. You note the tell tale rash on a few people's hand. But most seem to be here on behalf of a loved one. Or just because they want to purchase in case of infection. From what you can gather, many of the people have brought their life's savings to make the purchase. One woman says she has sold her wedding ring to help come up with the money. There are some in line who are better off. But they appear just as worried and scared as everyone else.

Two large, well dressed men with saps stand by the front door keeping an eye on the line. The line moves at a decent pace. Apparently there are workers inside who count the money quickly and then hand a small vial to each customer. You have to linger for an hour before your turn at the door comes.

One of the burly men nods at your weapons. "Leave those out here please." There is a box set just beside pne of them. It is mostly full of knives.

A young lady who seems tired from the never ending work smiles feebly at you and says, "How many doses please?"

"Two please."

Selvin frowned but then nodded as he sighed and relieved himself of his weapons. He opened his mouth but Vaddis beat him to it. So he prepared himself in case they were asked who or what it was for.

The clerk smiles and hands over two small vials with nary a question. "Thank you for your business," she chirps.

Kasak is waiting a block away. He smiles and takes a vial from you. He uncorks it and sniffs. It smells vaguely floral. Not unpleasantly so. He lets a drop fall on his fingers and rubs it between them. "Oily....I would guess tearoot oil and maybe a bit of ambergris." He puts it to his lips and drinks a small bit. The cleric swishes it around his mouth and then spits it out. He takes a small, introcately carved wand from his bag and mutters a nonsensical phrase while he points the wand at the bottle. He studies the glass and then his hand where he rubbed the drop and sighs. "It's not magical. The herbs used are standard and completely useless in curing anything outside a bad taste in the mouth. I know an alchemist who can confirm it. But this is a sham. I'd bet my life on it." He smiles sadly at the statement and then shakes his head. "Assuming the alchemist agrees with my assessment, we need to shut her down. I want to send a message to anyone who will try something similar. Praying on people's fear and despair is not acceptable. "

You accompany him to an old shop run by a gnome. The gnome runs the sample through several tests and confirms Kasak's opinion. Kasak nods and looks at you all. "I am going to go to the Guard. Will you keep an eye on Vendra's shop? I am afraid she may try and make a break for it seeing as how she has made quite a profit today."

"Yes, we'll watch the shop." Vaddis and Selvin (Where is Izzick?) make their way back to the shop to watch from a safe distance, both front and rear if there is a rear.

Selvin took the vials with a nod and then handed them over once they reached Kasak. He gave a nod in agreement regarding watching the shop. "No problem."

He moved away to a secluded place and summoned his ally. He didn't want to be caught with his metaphysical pants down if things got hairy.

Izzick had not headed inside, instead remaining with Kasak, but once they returned, he took his own whiff of the concoction. His orc nose was more delicate than a human's, but he doubted he'd pick up anything more. A sham was a sham. "That we can't shut it down without her packing up for certain is even worse," he said, lips curling around his tusks. "Or at least get that money for the Vault. I'm sure that would go a good way in paying for actual healers."

Selvin finished summoning his ally, the fiery semi-transparent tiger-like creature who gave a quiet purring roar. The ally slid over Selvin's form, enveloping him. A grin lit up Selvin's face from within.

"Oh, we'll watch the shop alright. I say we watch it oh so carefully as we shut 'er down!"

You all return to Summoning Street shortly before sunset and take up a position in an alley across the way and two doors down. The shop is in plain view.  The line of hopeful customers  is still there, though much shorter. But apparenty the people are out of luck. The strapping young men with saps are telling people the shop is closing for the night. Some...many actually...protest. But the guards are firm though polite. The crod begins to break up. You do see some people who move away but don't quit the scene. Perhaps they are planning to stay overnight so as to secure a place near the front of tomorrow's line.

The shop's assistants leave, and it appears the shop is locking up when someone shouts, "WAIT!" A middle aged woman comes barreling down the street. You see one of the vials clutched in her hand. "WAIT!!!"

She nearly plows into one of the guards, who stops her as gently as her momentum allows. You hear him say something but the woman leaps back and waves the vial in his face. "It didn'work! My Johann is still with tha sickness! He still got the Veil! It didn' work!"

She says it loud enough thst everyone on the street can hear her. The guard is asking her to quiet down but she is amost screaming the same thing over and over. The guards look confused and those who were going to spend the night are muttering angrily. Things look like they may go bad quickly.

Before you can move to intervene though, a woman comes out of the shop and uickly approaches the screaming woman. "Hey now. Hey. I am Vendra. This is my shop. What's wrong here?" Vendra is a beauty. Her small moon like face is crwned by a full head of rich brown hair. Even from here you can see her deep green eyes. She smiles and it is quite a radiant smile. The distraught customer begins to calm down.

Vendra speaks to her in a low soft voice and soon calms the woman down. Yu can't hear what either says but in a few moments, Vendra is leading the woman into the shop. She says something to the guards. Most of the men leave though one takes up a station just outside the door. Vendra opens the door for the lady and enters behind her. The door shuts firmly.

The sun sets.

Some of the crowd wander away. Others find places to sit or lay down for the night. The guard on duty yawns and looks up at the sky. After an hour, neither Vendra or the distraught woman have emerged from the shop.

Selvin watched the scene unfold and then slowly turned to look at Vaddis. "I...don't think that's good. Do you? Should we go make sure that the old lady is alright?"

"My guess is Vendra is gone and the old woman has a knife in her back inside, Let's go in now!" Vaddis moves to the guard, "Open up man, now. We intend to see the old woman that entered with Vendra is okay, and to arrest Vendra for the Guard for fraud!"

Selvin wasted no time and bounded towards the half-awake guard, blue fiery tiger and all, hoping he might be scared off being charged by that, but if the guard attempted to stop them, Selvin was going to pounce him.

"I wouldn't jump to conclusions, but I do expect she's in trouble," Izzick nodded in agreement. "Do we have a stealthy way in, or are we just-" he cut off, watching as the summoner pounced, preparing for anything.

The guard blinks sleepily than not so sleepily. He scrambles backwards and falls as Selvin et al smashes through the thin wooden door into the shop.

Izzick and Vaddis, you see the people down the block who were camping out begin to rise, awakened by the commotion. The guard crabwalks backwards and runs. Apparently he isn't getting paid too much.

The front room of the shop is as you recall it. There is a open doorway in the back of the room with a curtain drawn across it. It leads to a short hallway. Three doors open off the hallway. One seems to be a store room of sorts. Another a small office. As expected, the old woman is laying crumpled on the floor. The last doorway seems to lead back on to the alley.

Vaddis immediately goes to the old woman checking for signs of life, but finds none.


08:26, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 7 using 1d20+6. Heal Check.

"Murder!! Vendra the charlatan has murdered!! Call the guard!!" he shouts at the top of his voice. He then looks for a wound.

Selvin lets out a sigh at the old woman, dead as they were thinking but hoping otherwise. He goes out the back way to see if he can catch a sight or track from the charlatan...but honestly he expects she left a long time ago.

The woman was dead at least a half hour ago Vaddis . The stab wound is through the back of her neck.

The back door lets out on to a small courtyard of sorts. It looks like the backs of all the neighboring shops back up to it and create a closed cul de sac. One of the shops across the way appears to have turned it's backspace into a small row of rooms for rent. Probably living spaces for shop workers or merchants who don't have room above the shop to live. There is a small sewer grate in the middle of the courtyard, but unless Vendra went on a radical diet, you doubt she slipped through that way. The spaces between the shops is similarly small. Not even a greased gnome could slide between them. Vendra's only means of exit were through her shop, over the roof, or through one of the other shop's doors.

There are five total doors in the area, not counting the one into Lavendar. One of them is boarded up. Two are to other shops and appear to be locked. The other two look to go into small rooms as described before. Both of the doors are closed.

Vaddis detects evil in the general area and continues to focus.

Selvin looked back over his shoulder and quietly called out what he saw. "Not sure where she went. She could be hidin' in a tent but that'd be a dumb move. Likely she went through another shop or hit the rooftop. How long ago you think she left?" He sighed softly, thinking that the woman was likely long gone at that point.

"The old lady has been dead a half hour, so that long and no more. She died instantly."

Outside of some residual malice in the room, you detect nothing in the shop Vaddis. The courtyard also has some residual spoor. One of the apartment doors whiffs more strongly.

There's one likely spot she may have shimmied up to the roof of an adjoining shop. A drain pipe barely nailed against the wall. It is pulled part way out.

Vaddis inspects the drain pipe to see how freshly it has been pulled free, trying to determine the amount of rust on the nails and how exposed the holes have been to the weather.

Selvin let out a small growl. "I REALLY want to find this damn charlatan murderer. But do we need to wait for the guard since you called for them?"

"An hour and a half? Are we sure Vendra's the murderer?" Izzick asked as he looked at the corpse once more before joining his companions outside. "</darkgreen>She certainly didn't come an hour ago...she was dead when we saw her unless Vaddis is far off.</darkgreen>"

It was a half hour Izzick. Vendra probably killed the woman who was making a fuss and fled. As far as the guard...they will be here soon. Though you guys are unofficial members of the guard yourselves. So feel free to act as you see best. The most likely avenues of investigation are in the courtyard out back. The rooms Vaddis sniffed as having an evil intent would be good places to start.

"Open in the name of the law!!" Vaddis beats on the door!

The last reverb of Vaddis's big fist dies away. There's silence from behind the door. And then what might be a floorbord squeaking. And then silence again.

Vaddis kicks in the door!

Selvin let out a small sigh that was mostly mock and with no real frustration behind it. He bounded out after Vaddis since he was about to get in, or rather start, trouble once more.

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Tarrov made his way back across the city to Lavendar's Fine Perfumes, the last place to which he'd heard his companions were headed.  He felt sure he could pick up their trail there and rejoin them before too much of the evening had gone by.

But when he arrived, the huge commotion indicated that they might still be there. Conversations with some of those in the street got him up to speed on the situation, conversations in which the name "Vendra" figured prominently.  He canvassed those gathered for information about Vendra, what she might be up to, and where she might have gone.

Tarrov sighed as he looked at the smashed, splintered door.  Always the very-direct approach.

The bard walked inside the store just in time to see Vaddis kick in yet another door . . . .

OOC:  10:29, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 28 using 1d20+8. Knowledge (Local) Check regarding the Lavandar, Vendra, known associates and contacts, where she might go to hide, criminal connections, etc.

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The door swings wildly open and slams into the wall. The four of you stare inside.

The room beyond is weakly lit by the flame inside a small paper lantern. It appears to be a small two room apartment. The walls are adorned with delicate wall hangings. Candles of various hues and sizes are set out on every piece of furniture around. A second door just off the small kitchenette leads to a cramped but nicely furnished bedroom. The air inside smells of cherry wood.

A satchel stuffed with clothes sits on the floor of the bedroom. A couple of sheets of paper lay on the bed. Letters from the look of it. A small bag filled to the brim with coins is set next to the letters.

There's no one here though.

Vendra is well known as a perfumer. She's one of the premier 'scents of the elite' in town. Of course, she has a history. When she first came to Korvosa she was hocking a cure all called Luxurious Linement. The stuff was snake oil but Vendra makes a good sales pitch. She supposedly does some work for a few small guilds in town. Learning when her clients won't be at home, the schedule for their security details. That sort of thing. But other than an information broker and cheap charlatan, she isn't hooked into anyone heavy thay you know of Tarrov. Honestly she is fairly good as a perfumer. Why she even bothers with crime is a bit of a mystery.

The two letters are...surprise...vague and mysterious. One is to a Loretta Scaripani. The Scaripani family are actually a powerful noble family in Old Korvosa. They may be one of the most powerful families in the city actually. The letter seems to be just a sales order really. ...loved the jasmine fragrance you sent, it reads. I simply must have more. And perhaps some of those candles with the honeysuckle scent. Unlike you, my night vision is not so good... it reads.

The other letter is an oddity. It is a love letter but in the same way a whore is a girlfriend. The author, one Girrigiz, seems to be well accquainted with Vendra's charms. The content of the letter is pretty much what you would imagine. What makes it odd is the writing. The print is labored, as if done by a young schoolchild still learning his letters. The spelling and grammar though are on an adult level. There are also small tears in the paper as if the writer put too much pressure on the quill and actually poked the tip through. The paper also has an unpleasant odor. Like a refuse dump or open sewer.

Under the letter from Girrigiz is a small opened vial. A drop of some kind of greyish liquid still clings to the rim.

Vaddis takes 20 and searches the room for anything else, including a secret door or trap door.

Selvin looks over the letters as Vaddis searches. He also shrugs and picks up the bag of coins for the group (or possibly to turn in to the authorities if it's part of the case - yeah right).

"No signs of her?" he asked, as his eyes looked around the room while his nose scrunched up. A few smells he liked individually, but all at once, it was certainly overpowering.

22:21, Sat 04 Oct 2014: Izzick rolled 18 using 1d20-1 ((19)).

The stench is indeed strong Izzick. However you pick up what you think are traces of her scent. It's not hard. She must have bathed in her terrible perfumes. There does seem to be some sort of 'understench', for lack of a better term. A smell like wet, dirty fur. It is similarto the stink on the letter.

Vaddis, you find a small catch on one wall. Flipping it releases a section of the wall which swings open on a hinge. From the location, it must open onto the next apartment. The one ith the boarded up door.

The net apartment is a mess. There are several patches in the roof where parts of it collapsed. Along one wall is what must hve been Vendra's work space. Lines of small vials and tubes cover shelves on the wall. Most seem to be ordinry perfumer's materials. There is a box sitting on a small work bench under them. Black wood...it is the same kind of box that's been washing up on shore. There is a small notebook set next to it. It is mostly full of perfume recipies. But the last two pages seem to contain notes about the box. It appears Vendra was actually researching it.

...not sure what she's looking for here... the notes read. Most assuredly necromantic. But not in and of itself deadly...

There are some nonsense symbols. Alchemical ones perhaps. They make little sense and seem to be musings about some kind of concoction. The notes continue. THE COINS!!! This is underlined. Paid Ehert for wand. Need to pick it up. Probably already infected. And then, It would take months to work out an antidote. Draws blood upwards. Not worth going back to Racker's. Cash in and get out. Ehert should have wand ready tomorrow. I got order in just in time...

Ehert is a fairly well known enchanter who specializes in custom making wands. Racker's might mean Racker's Alley. A fairly infamous little spot in North Point that's well known as a haunt for pickpockets and thugs. The rest...well. You'll figure it out.

"We must get to Ehert the Enchanter's as fast as possible!"

Selvin gave a nod, "Right! Let's go!" He then bounded out into the street and began running full-tilt towards Ehert's shop.

Vaddis followed Selvin as fast as he could.

Izzick followed behind his companions, though made sure to grab at the perfumer's notebook in case her arcane scribblings meant more or could mean more for a real cure. If nothing else, the secrets of the perfumer would make a nice side hobby that could save some coin for the orc.

You guys do realize it is the dead of night? The shop will be closed. You can try to track down Ehert at home. Or you can stake out the shop.

Stake-out, front & back

Ehert's shop is on the corner of two lanes, not far down the way. The building looks secured when you arrive. Shortly before dawn, staff begin to arrive and go about setting up for the day's business. No one seems to be acting suspiciously.

Shortly after wunrise, the traffic on the streets begins to pick up. Regardless of whether there are plague concerns or not, people still have work or business to attend to. When the clerk unlocks the front door there is a customer waiting. An elderly lady dressed like someone's maid. She hands the clerk a note and small pouch. He checks it and then disappears into the depths of the shop. He reappears with a package, about a foot long and a few inches wide and hands it to the maid. They seem to make some small talk and then the maid leaves.

No one else is queueing up this early.

The two of you with canine like noses both catch the same scent. The elderly maid smells like Vendra's shop.

OOC: I was going to assume it was Vendra in disguise anyway LOL!

Selvin looked at Vaddis, "Before or after transaction is complete?"

"Before." Vaddis draws his sword and prepares to engage.

Izzick nods and then begins to gesture and speak arcane words, surrounding himself in an arcane armor before they enter the fray. A powerful wand maker likely meant a powerful spellcaster, but there was no being too cautious.

Casting Mage Armor on myself

"Halt in the name of the law!! Stay where you stand please!" Vaddis quickly moves toward the pair.

Selvin moved in from the back to make sure she couldn't escape, assuming there is a back entrance.

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"Wait, friends."  Tarrov put a hand on Vaddis' arm.  "For we're all friends here, aren't we?"  The silver-haired bard flashed his most winning smile at the maid, waving a hand through the air and muttering briefly.  "I'm sure we've met before, haven't we?  Surely I could not forget a beauty such as yourself."  His face took on a look of concern.  "Are you okay, milady?  What brings you out at such an odd hour?"


OOC:  Tarrov casts Charm Person on woman

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Hmmm. Interesting.

The clerk and maid look up, a little shocked as you all come over. Neither flinches nor breaks off in a run however.

The maid holds a hand to her throat and mutters, "My word...". She blinks and stammers. "Me? Why my Lady sent me to fetch her purchase iz all. She said she needs it quite quick." She bites her lip. "Did I do somethin' wrong officers?"

There's no doubt about it as you all draw near. She has the odor from the apartment behind the shop. Selvin, it's a match to a T.

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"We're just concerned," said Tarrov, sincerity dripping from his voice.  "Several people have been waylaid and have had their purchases stolen after leaving Ehert's shop--we suspect because people are desperate for what they have.  We simply want to make sure you make it back to your lady unmolested.  Would you allow us to accompany you back to your mistress?  I doubt such brigands would dare to attack you in our company."

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"Mercy," she says, almost pulling her bonnet down over her ears. "Why bless you! Things in Korvosa have become awful, ain't they?"

She accepts the package from the clerk and tucks it under one arm. "Oh my. I'm almost terrified to step foot outside in the mornings. And my Lady was so frantic! She came by before sun was up, poundin' on my door and askin' me to fetch this." As you step outside she huddles a bit closer to Tarrov and Vaddis as she eyes Izzick and Selvin/Etc

"They're with you, right? Sorry gentlemen. This just has me all scared..."

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"Oh, it's quite all right," said Tarrov, waving a hand towards Izzick and Selvin, "they look menacing, but they're good men both.  And these days it pays to have a little menace on your side, am I right?"  He raised an eyebrow, then offered an arm to the woman.  "Let me escort you, milady.  Now, where exactly is it that we are going?  And why don't you tell me about your lady as we walk?  She sounds fascinating, and she's certainly lucky to have you for an assistant!"

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Vaddis just smiles and goes along, glad that Tarrov was back with them.

Selvin had to hide his smile as Tarrov worked his magic...literally! He looked around as if looking for people ready to ambush the lady. He followed along behind the group, watching for any threats.

"Oh but you do go on," she laughs though is obviously pleased by the compliment. She takes the offered arm. "My Lady's a fine woman. Quite beautiful. Shrewd too. Though maybe...well. Sometimes a bit too clever for her own good." She sighs a bit too dramatically. "I worry o'er her at times though. She...well. She is young at heart. An' will take to mixing with rough company. I wonder if she ain't gone an' gotten herself in o'er her head." She licks her lips nervously. "She...uh...seemed a might distressed when she showed up this morn. I...think there was some blood spilt. Not that it was her fault." She looks up into Tarrov's beautiful blue eyes. "I'm sure she meant no one harm."

Selvin and Vaddis, you notice someone following you. It could be he's going the same way. But as the maid takes you off the main road and through some of the less cleaner paths in the dorection of North Point, the odds of someone jut happening to be going in the same direction diminish.

He is young. Perhaps twelve or thirteen summers. Human. He wears tattered clothes nd no shoes. But what makes him distinctive is the eyepatch. And his feet look brown. As if covered in mud.

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"I'm sure she didn't."  Tarrov patted the woman's arm comfortingly.  "That's distressing to hear, though.  About this rough company, I mean."  He shot a glance over to Vaddis.  "Any idea who they might be?  What do you know about them?  There's a chance we might be able to extricate her from whatever problem she's gotten herself into."

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"We are being followed Tarrov, by what appears to be a child, though it could be a halfling."

Selvin nodded in agreement to Vaddis' words as he prowled along wrapped up in his ally. "I see 'em too. Do we wanna let 'em catch up, or lose 'em, or just' keep goin?"

The maid grimaces. She looks straight ahead. It is as of she wants to say, "Damnit!" but can't bring herself to do it. Instead she offers, "Oh I hope it's not one of Mr. Girrigz's fellas. They are a nasty bunch." She shakes her head. "My Lady can be quite the fool sometimes when it comes ta men." She frowns. "Quite the fool," she mutters.

The boy has been joined. A larger fellow walking along the other side of the street. The area you are in is much more run down. You are coming into some of the worst tha Korvosa has to offer. The buildings around are sparsely populated. Those that do are here because they have no further to fall. Turning to whoring or selling rugs is a step up for these people. You're coming to the area known as Racker's Alley. No one goes to Racker's unless they are looking to end things.

The Maid huddles closer. "We're almost there..."

"Should we call them out," Izzick says in a hushed whisper to his companions. Before, certainly, they could have been mistaken, but now it was almost certain that they were being followed and by more than one. Then again, in the part of town they were in, it was just as likely to be dangerous to stop as to go on. "And are we certain we're going the right way?"

I'm going to try and use Sense Motive to see if the maid actually seems to be under the spell or lying if that's possible?

23:31, Today: Izzick rolled 8 using 1d20+1. Sense Motive.

Well, nevermind that then

The maid shoots Izzick an angry glance. "Of course I'm sure. "

The trouble here is her voice sounds odd. Her accent slips. She coughs. "Sorry. I mean yes. I'm just...this is all so much stress..."

Vaddis alerts to the slip-up!

08:29, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 25 using 1d20+5. Sense Motive.

Selvin frowned. This seemed very too...odd and convenient. The maid knew who might be following them. He had doubts that this was a maid to the woman they were after. He was still pretty suspicious it was the woman they were after disguised. He wanted to turn and fight those coming up behind them before the trap closed in front of them as well. But he had no proof, just suspicions.

"Is it time yet t'take care o'the ones followin' us? Or are we waitin' 'til she takes us where ever the best spot for them is at?"

08:10, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 7 using 1d20. Sense Motive on maid, yeah right.
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Vaddis grabs the woman's arm and guides her gently but firmly to a wall where he puts his back to it and tells her, "now please explain, 'maid.' you're caught out."

The maid looks up at Vaddis, then at the rest of you and blinks rapidly several times. She licks her lips. "Okay look," she says in a completely different, more urbane sort of voice. "I'm jus' doing a favor for a friend. That's all. Lemme go." She tries shaking off the paladin's meaty hook. "She just asked me to pick up a wand and meet her out her. I..." She sighs and adjusts her dress and shawl with her free hand. "I saw the kid back at the store. He's one of Girrigz's little flunkies. Me and Vendra used to party with 'em. But Girrigz got all hung up on her. That's all. You guys came along and I thought you'd make a nice escort. All I want to do is drop off the wand, pick up my coin, and get the hell out of here. " She smiles at Tarrov. "Maybe party with you. Huh Blue Eyes?"

Let's move things along...

As the maid goves you yet another story, you can see two more fellows lurking at the edges of your border. That's four total, including the kid.

"Send them away and take us to Vendra."

Selvin got down on all fours and let out a growling howl at the men advancing and yelled out to them. "If ya don't run away now, I'm gonna rip ya t'shreds an' gobble down what's left. I'M HUNGRY!!!"

08:07, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 22 using 1d20+3. Intimidation?

The maid shakes her head at Vaddis. "Sorry Baby. They aren't coming to help me. They're comin' to fetch me." She sighs. "Why don't guys ever take tha hint..."

A couple of the goons back up after Selvin's display. The largest one snickers. "You call that an animal?" He crouches as well. As he does, something happens. Grey fur begins to sprout through his skin. His nose and jaw elongate to a sharp muzzle with whiskers and large pointy incisors. A thick tail sprouts out from his backside. The others are begining to follow suit.

The maid waves a hand. "Oh yeah. They're all wererats..."

_{"Lovely, we're not prepared for were creatures."}

The maid shrugs. "Maybe they're not prepared for you. Hey," she says to the looks you give her. "I'm just trying to be positive here."

"Vendra!" bellows the large one in a voice that manages to be both squeak and roar. "No more games! Giz wants ya!" He spits and mutters, "Hell if I know why..."

If you're attacking, roll init. The wererats are across the street or about twenty feet away. One large one, two medium, and one pipsqueak,

"Ahh, so I was right, you ARE Vendra. You'll hang for the murder of that woman and defrauding all of those people." Vaddis looks at the four, "Do you wish to hang with her as accomplices to her murder? Vendra, I arrest you in the name of the Queen!" He spits at the last, _{"Bug must have flown in my mouth."}

13:51, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 18 using 1d20+3. Bluff.
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Selvin, without turning away from the wererats or stopping his angry/hungry look, muttered a questions out of the side of his mouth to his team. "Are we fightin' or runnin'?"

Vendra smiles and grabs her shawl. She pulls it off and tuns into the woman you saw before. She licks her lips, glances left, glances right.

A cloud overhead drifts over the sun.

Otherwise, everything is still.

Vendra casts the deciding vote. She holds up her shawl to "Here big fella. Put this on. It'll look quite nice on you..."

Vaddis, make a Will save. Everyone else roll init. Izick, you can use the roll you already made. I'm going on 10.

"Use your parlor tricks on someone who cares witch, surrender or die!"

06:54, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 12 using 1d20. Initiative.
06:54, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 28 using 1d20+8. will save.
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Selvin growled, "Don't let her get away!" And his tail swished in anticipation, complete with the new stinger sticking out of it.

And with that he charged one of the smaller wererats with a howl.

09:00, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 15 using 1d20+2. Initiative.
09:02, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 23,26,25 using d20+7,d20+7,d20+7. Charge Pounce - Claw, Claw, Bite.
09:03, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 10 using 1d20+7. Stinger - it's new so I forgot. 09:04, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 6,4,6 using d6+2,d6+2,d6+2. Damage - Claw, Claw, Bite.

Vendra groans as nearby Izzick begins chanting and Tarrov  starts singing. "Fine! I surrender! Now get me outta here!"

Selvin slams into one of the medium sized ones. The trusty claw/caw/bite combo works, tearing tufts of fur snd skin from his opponent. His shiny new tail misses. The wererat replies by sinking his teeth into etheral skin 8 dam Selvin to your buddy

The larger wererat ignores the melee and begins to rush Venda and  Vaddis.  The other medium sizd one is tearing a path at Izzick and Tarrov 

Izzy, I just assumed you'd be casting. Feel free to call another action if you preferl

Selvin winced as the eidolon was hit, "Zak" letting out a small roar of injury. He directed a flurry of attacks at the wererat, hoping to drop it quickly so he could try and heal his ally.

22:33, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 24,25,6,17 using d20+5,d20+5,d20+5,d20+5. Claw,Claw,Bite,Stinger.
22:35, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 10 using 1d20+5. Crit confirm.
22:35, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 6,7,8 using d6+2,d6+2,d6+2. Claw,Claw,Stinger?

"Die evil rat!" (Smite Evil, bypasses DR)


08:57, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 14 using 1d20+11. longsword damage Smite Evil! (Miss?)
08:58, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 8 using 1d8+7. longsword damage Smite Evil!

As Izzick's spell finished, his finger aimed at the larger of the wererats, letting out a sickly green stream. Though it seemed to veer off from it's intended target.

<orange>Casting Ray of Enfeeblement.

13:09, Sat 25 Oct 2014: Izzick rolled 5 using 1d20+4 ((1)).<orange>

Don't forget to factor in Tarrov's song. I did in the rolls. Sadly, it wasn't much help. But if it makes you feel any better, my dice still love you guys bunches.

The rat man bats Zac's stinger aside Selvin, which leaves him open for your claws. You manage to gouge him, but it is like tearing at a sack of wet cement. He bleeds red though.

The one charging the bard and sorcerer leaps aside as Tarrov's whip cracks at the place he was. He lands nimbly and begins charging at you again.

King Rat ducks under the swish of Vaddis' blade. He tries to turn it into an uppercut/slash but the paladin steps back with ease. Over Vaddis' shoulder comes a beam of light. It strikes King Rat in the eyes and he swears. "Damn Bitch!"

Vendra shrugs at whatever look the paladin throws at her. "Look...I'm helping..."

Selvin restrained a sigh as his attacks didn't seem to be hurting the wererat as much as they should. Maybe it had to do with their ability to shapeshift or something. He kept up his flurry of attacks, however, hoping to wear the thing down!


02:00, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 10,23,23,23 using d20+6,d20+6,d20+6,d20+6. Claw,Claw,Bite,Stinger - attack vs wererat.
02:00, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 5,6,7 using d6+3,d6+3,d6+3. Claw,Bite,Stinger - damage.

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Things were going from bad to worse.  Tarrov had been embarrassed that he hadn't seen through Vendra's deception, but a little embarrassment was pretty small potatoes when compared with an attack by a committed clan of wererats.  The bard backed away from the onrushing wererat, his whip snaking out in an attempt to bring it to the ground . . .

OOC:
22:33, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 13 using 1d20+6. Trip Attack with Whip.

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The rat charging Izzick and Tarrov again dances to one side to avoid the whip. He backs up and takes a few steps before leaping. He seems to have decided just to jump at you rather than try charging.

Selvin's rat moves his head to avoid being bitten. The Elf/Zac slam their claws upwards while the stinger slams downwards. All pointy edges connect under the wererat's chin and above his snout. He goes down with his throat torn open.

King Rat tries to dance backwards but being blinded, he manages to just present an openong for Vaddis. The paladin strikes downward and manages a savage blow on the big wererat's shoulder. King Rat is still up though.

"Come on now," Izzick shouts, primarily to himself over his allies as he begins to chant a newer spell, it's arcane words just ever so slightly more complex than those of the enfeebling ray. The orb of fire appearing in his hands blasted forth like a beam of searing flames, scorching the larger were-rat.


02:17, Today: Izzick rolled 16 using 1d20+5. Scorching Ray.
16 touch attack for:

02:20, Today: Izzick rolled 14 using 4d6.
14 damage

When the wererat he is fighting goes down, Selvin whirls and charges into the back of the King Rat with a growl. He doesn't know if these things heal or not, but he wants to be quick.

OOC: Not sure if I'd get flanking so I didn't add that in, but if I did then +2 to each.
10:59, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 11,17,26,23 using d20+8,d20+8,d20+8,d20+8. Charging pounce - Claw,Claw,Bite,Stinger.
11:01, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 8,4,4 using d6+3,d6+3,d6+3. Damage, Claw, Bite, Stinger.

The thin beam of intense heat lances from Izzick's thick fingers and strikes the wererat in midair. He screams and lands with a thud between the half orc and the bard. A huge ugly burn mark is laced across his chest.

Zac's mouth and stinger hit the wererat at the same time one of Sevlin's claws and Vaddis blade strike. King Rat falls over clutching his chest.

As the final wererat falls, you all take a deep breath. And you look over at Vendra. And then you look around for Vendra.

Oh. There she is. Climbing up the side of the building. Making good time too. She is moving like she was born adhering to the walls. Vendra's already passed the second floor and halfway up the third.

Vaddis quickly draws his crossbow and fires, the bolt thwacking and sticking in the wall next to Vendra! "Come back down or the next one is in your spine!"

07:56, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 11 using 1d20+5. Crossbow Attack.
07:58, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 11 using 1d20+3. Bluff.

"Wow, I really hate this woman." Selvin then spoke loudly so Vendra could hear him. "If you don't start back down then I'm goin' t'start comin' after you an' if that happens I WILL claw you up, honey." Then he quickly cast a spell, and the 'tears' in his eidolon tiger suit closed over.

OOC: No bluff roll needed as he is angry enough to slice her, just a tiny bit, if she doesn't comply, lol.

Casting Rejuvenate Eidolon Lesser on his eidolon.
07:59, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 8 using 1d10+4. Rejuvenate Eidolon Lesser.

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"This woman."  Tarrov looked up in consternation.  He immediately waved his hand and casts a spell to make the climbing more difficult.  If his last effort didn't work on Vendra, maybe this one would . . .

OOC:  Casts Grease on and above area where Vendra is climbing.

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"OH COME ON!!!!" Vendra screams, sliding slowly down the wall. "You've got the wand! Whaddya need me for???!!!"

She surrenders to inevitable as she comes down the last ten feet of the wall. "Damn....I woulda gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling adventurers..."

You may respond to Vendra as you wish. You have her shawl which acts like a hat of disguise but only turns the wearer into one shape...the shape of the maid she was posing as before. You also have her wand. Cure Disease with ten uses. Lastly she has a store of purple potions. Please remember purple potions on my games are always healing. In this case three doses Cure Light and two doses Cure Serious. I'll let ya'll level up and then we'll move onto the next section tomorrow.

Selvin let out a loud growl. As he did so, something happened to his ectoplasmic ally 'Zak'. The stinger on the tail grew a bit smaller but then a pair of large wings sprouted out of the back. The wings looked similar to a bat, and they flapped slowly, as if testing themselves out.

"You MURDERED someone! Probably more than one person! You deserve to be punished!"

"Yeah yeah..." Vendra says as she picks herself up off the ground. "How many guys have you guys murdered? No. Lemme guess. It was all done in the name of 'Justice'..."

She sighs. "Whatever. Jus'...take me to prison."

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Kroft was delighted to take Vendra off your hands. She managed to get her to trial before the day was through. For once, the system works. Vendra won't be ruining anymore lives ever again.

You feel weary and walk quietly back to the Inn. There's a message waiting for you from Vencarlo. He says to meet him by the river tomorrow morning. He's made all the arrangements. Looks like you're going to see what lays below the ocean.

Please move to the new thread Wreck of the Direption. Thanks.