Celene picks her spot well and the area around Cazrina Valora is covered in a slimy layer of grease - Tolin and the two sailors that are trying to pick the sword up all fall flat on their backs which unleashes a barrage of cussing from the enchanted weapon.

The last toga clad man swings his dark dagger and cuts Logan again (another 3 hp).

The civilians trying to get at the party start swarming Angati and try to grapple her rather than using their makeshift weapons.

"Please don't hurt me!" screams a young lady dressed in a servant's robes as she flings herself at the oracle. "I don't want to do this!"

None of the five civilians attacking Angati are fooled by her flicker trick, and the young lady who just begged for mercy manages to climb up onto Angati's back - the oracle blinks and pulls out a reality where this doesn't happen, but for how long can she keep doing this?

OOC: Beni, you get an AoO against a civilian of your choice (AC10, hp 7)
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"Angati!  Come on, get out of here!  Those other bastard swords, er the ones that had Zan tricked us here to help them.  We can regroup and deal with Czarine later.  But we don't need to kill all these people!"

Logan swiped at the man who had damaged him, then slashed at one of the crowd.  "Come one, we can't stay lucky forever!"

Logan took a step back towards Celene, hoping the older woman would follow them.

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Standard: TWF versus A, then 2.  Probable hit on both for 9 and 3 damage.
5' step to F7

15:43, Today: Logan rolled 3 using 1d6.  Short Sword Damage.
15:43, Today: Logan rolled 9 using 1d6+5.  Rapier Damage.
15:43, Today: Logan rolled 20 using 1d20+4.  Short Sword Attack.
15:42, Today: Logan rolled 17 using 1d20+6.  Rapier Attack.

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HP: 18/21
AC 18/21 F1 R7 W3
Invisibility

Celene didn't want to leave the weapons behind but didn't think she was capable of reaching Czarine through the press of civilians. She made eye contact with Logan and then once more reached into the well of arcane power within her to quell the attacks on Agnati. Another layer of grease coalesced this time covering the oracle's armor. Her spell complete Celene made her way towards the door on the other side of the pool.

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Free : None | Swft : None | Move : None  | Stnd : Cast Grease | Full : None

+10 to Escape Artist or CMB checks to escape a grapple for Agnati.

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HP: 18/18 |  AC: 10/10/10  | CMD : 10 | Saves: +3/+1/+8

Special Notes:

  (De)Buffs :
 Conditions :
  L0 Spells :
   - Unlim. : Detect poison, Dancing Lights, Daze (DC15), Flame Burst,
              Mage Hand, Message,
              Guidance, Read Magic, [empty slot])
   - 1/day  : Detect Magic, Light , Prestidigitation
  L1 Spells :
   - 1/5    : Charm person (DC16), Sleep (DC16), Summon Monster I, Grease
   - 1/day  : Bless, Sanctuary, Disguise Self,
  Abilities : Flame lance (7/7), Divine Vessel (5/5), Copycat (5/5), Channeling (7/7, DC14), Blessing Faithful (-)

Logan finishes of the last toga man and cuts one of the civilian - the terrified fishmonger screams but continues to try and attack with his fishing gaff. "Please don't hurt me!" cries as fisherman as he swings his weapon.



OOC: Wow! Grease is awesome! Angati still to move.

"Let's run... Maybe once they are out of those thing's sight, they will control themselves... lets go" said Angati, holding her hand not to hurt the woman that had climbed on top of her in that alternative future she had seen...

OOC: Not sure if you want to narrate from here ? given that we are just running out ? The idea would be that Angati holds them off a bit, taking the last position as they flee.... This is really undignified though, as much as it may be useful, though I am sure Alohan would find it sexy an oiled lady and all...

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<Orange>

Free :  | Swft : | Move : | Stnd : Time flicker

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HP: 28 |  AC: 22 | CMD : 15 | Saves: 4/3/4

Special Notes:

  (De)Buffs : Time Flicker (Blur 3 minutes) 20% miss chance on all attacks made against Angati
 Conditions :
  L0 Spells : 5/5
  L1 Spells : 2/6 Cure Light Wounds, Protect from evil, Cause Fear, Ill Omen (dual cursed),Divine Favour
  Abilities : Misfortune, Starlight Agility (dodge), Time Flicker (2/3 minutes blur).

</Orange>
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OOC: Will do, but you are going to be chased out of the building and even down the street a little, where are you all heading?

OOC: Logan's general plan would be to run until they lose them.  The Vanderboren manor is pretty close.  Maybe we can lose the crowd going down the back (west side) the Manor, then heading NW on Blue Skink Lane and getting to the front gates before they see us.    If that fails, Logan might suggest cutting to the north, making for one of the docks north of building 67 and see if they can "borrow" a boat.  Once they're in the canals, the mob can't possibly find enough water transportation to keep up the pursuit.

Let's go with Logan's plan

The party turns and runs, the grease and flicker magic on Angati preventing any of her attackers laying a hand on her. They run out through the front door, now empty of any staff, and high tail it down Vine Street until they reach the walls of Vanderboren Mansion. Then they head towards Blue Skink land and sprint westwards as soon as they reach the canal. They manage to enter the gates of the mansion grounds before the ground rounds the corner meaning that they have probably escaped.



To be sure they continue quickly up to the front doors of the mansion, and finding the doors open like usual just push inside. They spill into the main hallway and slam the door closed behind them.

"My goodness!" calls out Lavinia from a side room. "Whatever is the matter?"

The elegant noblewoman is sitting in a room with row upon roll of bookshelves filled to bursting with tomes. A hearth sits against the north wall, embers glowing softly within. Lavinia herself is moving out from behind a reading table near the fireplace, her mother's diary (rescued from the vault, remember?) sitting open on the desk.

Celene took a deep breath and looked for a chair in which to sit; being pounded by exercise equipment and then running through the streets of Sasserine had run her a little ragged.

"Czarine Valora and another intelligent weapon were waging a battle for the city at the bath house. We foiled Czarine's plans, I think, then we ran. There were too many civilians at risk for us to continue fighting." she said between breaths.

"Czarine Valora? Who is she? Intelligent weapon? Like a talking sword? How exciting! Can I see it?"

Logan blushes, forgetting that they might have to explain themselves to Lavinia.  "Sorry for the intrusion, Ms Vanderboren.  It's just that this all happened very close to your manor, and this seemed like the safest place to escape a confused mob of possessed people."

He took a few more breaths while he recovered.  "You've never heard anything about a Czarine or a Sabrehawk, have you?  Since you move in different circles at all?  Some kind of struggle between 'Imperialists' and 'Cabanites'?"

Logan shakes his head.  "It's a little more dangerous than that.  I think the sword is so strong that it can control the one who's possessing it.  The former Jade Ravens seemed to have stumbled upon one or more of the weapons, and were taken over by them."

"As she is the head of a noble household, she should be referred to as Lady Vanderboren, and not missus."

"Oh, no! Please don't stand by formality when we are within these four walls!" protests Lavninia. "Now, the Jade Ravens are involved you say? Oh my goodness! But I think I at least have a couple of good books on intelligent weapons, somewhere..."

The noblewoman's jaw drops and she just stands like a statue with one hand reaching up for a book and staring back at the three adventurers in the room. "Um, who said that?" she asks quietly.

By anyone's measure this has already been a pretty shitty day. Subjected to BDSM practices by animated gym equipment. Betrayed by... well Zan was hardly a friend, but at least an acquaintance. Chased out of a bath-house by maids and merchants. But the day suddenly gets a lot worse.
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The scowling visage of Vorsh appears in the middle of the room as he just... appears out of thin air in the process of pushing back the hood on his cloak. The glowering man has his longsword drawn and pointed towards Logan. "First one to move gets this sword through their heart." (As your weapons a sheathed and he has the drop on you, he will get an AoO if you try to attack or cast a spell.)

He grimaces at the party, ignoring Lavinia. "Are any of you in possession of an intelligent weapon right now?" he demands of them. "Answer truthfully!"
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Logan slowly holds up his hands, keeping them well away from his swords.  "No, I learned that lesson getting Czarine for you the first time."

Logan scowls at Vorsh.  "Of course you have to be involved in this.  What, were you back there watching us, invisible?  Followed us here, then?  I don't suppose you considered helping out when we were facing a mob of knife-wielding possessed innocents?  Or just watching it all entangle, hoping whatever would happen happened."

Logan felt himself getting more worked up, but couldn't help himself, even if Vorsh had the complete advantage on them.  He stalked forward a pace, bringing Vorsh's blade perilously close to his own chest.  "And didn't we already deliver Czarine to you once?  What happened to that?  She's a sword!  It's not like she can walk away by herself."

Vorsh stares at him and then barks, "Answer the question properly, then you'll get some answers if I decide not to run you though. Are ANY of you carrying an intelligent weapon?"
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Logan scowls and shakes his head.  "No, I told you already!  Celene and I certainly aren't stupid enough to try and pick up one of those swords.  And I was watching Angati the whole time, and she didn't either.  We're clean."

He stares at the man.  "Now talk, Vorsh!  What's going on?  What are these factions of weapons?"

Celene was tired of Vorsh and his demands she stood up and step forward towards the old man "Logan is right. None of us have an intelligent weapon. We could have...we could have slaughtered innocents and grabbed one ourselves but we didn't." she stepped even closer to the man "Why is it that we even had the chance? Who carelessly threw Czarine into the lagoon? Was it Logan? Angati? Me?!? No that was you! she said pointing her finger at Vorsh. "How dare you threaten us when you could have locked that wicked sword away. Now put down the sword and explain what is going on. Who chased you into the harbor? Why did you throw the sword away?"

23:41, Today: Celene rolled 22 using 1d20+8.  Diplomacy. I might have a chance if he is unfriendly or hostile with a negative charisma.
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Angati had presented her excuses to Lavinia for their irruption into her house. She was a bit winded after the run in full amor, but nothing she could not manage. She could not recall having met Vorsh, but clearly Logan knew him, and there was a story there that she was not aware of. So, she just remained silent for the most part.

"Please do remove that weapon, and take a seat to talk like civilised people do".


09:14, Today: Angati rolled 24 using 1d20+15.  Diplomacy.

Logan glanced over to Angati.  "Sorry you got dragged into this.  This is from before we were all working Lavinia, or even Amarilde.  Vorsh got one of my Shadowshore fixers to hire me, along with Celene for a heist.  Stealing one of those swords from a manor in the noble district.  Of course, it seemed like everything went even more screwy after we pulled through.  And I'm not going to detail all the things he didn't tell us, like that Czarine could try and control our minds, or that we had to fight past a small army of undead to get the thing in the first place.  And then he goes and lets it get stolen.  Again!"

Vorsh peers at each of the adventurers, studying them as they give their answers and it seems like he isn't just judging if they are telling the truth, he KNOWS they are telling the truth. Then, buffeted by the barrage of successful diplomacy rolls and the continuous assault of righteous indignation which this party never seems to run out of, he lowers his sword - but doesn't sheath it.

"Yes, alright, some answers then," he mutters. "First of all, yes, I was invisible and I followed you all here from the bath-house. I was too late to help and you lot were already running out by the time I arrived. It seemed you had the situation under control, in a way, so when I saw you give the crowd the slip I came in a side door. Honestly Lady Vanderboren, you really should do something about security in this abode," he says, fixing the young noblewoman with a hard stare.

"My goodness! The cheek! Get out of my house now you... you... lout!" Lavinia turns to the open doors from the library and calls, "Kora! Oh, Kora! Please get down here now you have a guest to escort off the premises!" as though the wizened old Halfling lady would be able to manhandle the heavily armed and armoured warrior out of the building. Vorsh just ignores her.