On the one hand warrior still trying to stab girls.  On the other hand, warrior is pretty doomed, so he heads for the grate.  "This adventuring thing really ruins what counts for common sense." he mutters, as he walks over, kicks the grate open, and jumps down.

He almost passes by the witch, but grabs her by the ponytail and yanks her down with him, the party above can hear the cartoonish crash.

Matt sighs, stands up, and tosses the now torn free shadrakai hairstyle to the ground.  "Running will only make it worse, as you can see."

Witch marked, Witch still prone.  Matt used AP to stand.
matt: 62-20= 42
54-20 = 34

Angel shoots at the warrior. Another double shot. But her second shot deflects off the guy's sword because of how close he is. The guy is still standing. "KINDLY keep her alive if you can, people! The more info we can get, the quicker this might go!"

---

Free: Point Blank Crossbow
Standard: Twin Strike v Warrior 4. Miss(20) reroll 3: Hit(32)! Miss(22)
 dmg: 17

Warrior 4 HP: 24 - 17 = 7

Carla shoots lasers from her eyes at the last remaining warrior, causing him to go unconscious.

---

Sun Strike v Warrior 4. Hit(30)!
 dmg: 15/2=7

Warrior 4 HP: 7 - 7 = KO!

The fleeing shadar-kai witch leads the PCs through the grate in the base-
ment and down a ladder into the sewers.

When the PCs climb down the ladder, read:
The murky sewer water moves slowly toward an intersec-
tion south of you.

"Intruders!" Fatale screams, "Kill them!"

"There's more of them down there?!" Mits shouts, sounding eager, "Yippeeee!!!"

She leaps down the open hole!  She lands hard on the witch, knocking her out, but she ends up crumpled in a heap on top of her.

"That was amazing, Matt!"

A quick look around and...  "Aww.... Where's the backup she was hollering for?"

"Awesome, Angel and Carla!" Imp cheers flying by to high-five the two girls.

  Matt fails his save throw vs Sigh, but auto succeeds vs secondary effect Snort. "Please be less disappointed at not immediately having a second battle.  We need to space out our questionable health decisions."

  That said, he offers Mittens Main a hand up if she hasn't already enthusiastically bounced to her feet by now.

Angel and Carla totally go for those offered high-fives, but also turn to head for the grate. Once they both confirm Matt and Mittens are OK and the enemy downed, Angel says, "I'll be tying up the assassin Carla and I took out. Probably better if you rest up here out of that stench. Speaking of, lemme clean you as soon as you get up here."

Angel switches to her Hedge Wizard's Gloves and cleans herself and Carla off on her way to the assassin, who she ties up.

Carla helps, of course.

Soon as Matt and/or Mittens come up, of course, Angel will clean them with prestidigitation also.

Imp grins.  Mits accepts the handup.

"Thanks!"

She helps with dragging the KO body of the witch up to the basement.  Cherub appears nearby.

"Is everyone ok?"

"Been better.  Been worse.  I'll be fine in 5.  So let's search for loot!"

Chest: A character who makes a DC 19 Thiev-
ery check can open the locked chest. (The chest
has AC 5 and 10 hit points, so it can also be easily
bashed open.) It contains payment from Poisoned
Shadows contracts amounting to 600 gp, a blood-
stone (150 gp), and a jeweled dagger (350 gp).
Correspondence in the chest suggests the guild
uses the sewers below to slip past the guards
of both Lord Wrashk and his rival Dutchess Thango.

  Matt will let Maverick field the baby chest so they have something do to with thievery for once that doesn't involve inflated DCs vs eating fireballs or something.

  "Thanks Angel, the option to be clean is one to be appreciated with how much blood and other things gets on us."  Undead Kruthiks, bluh.

Actually, Angel unlocks the chest easily enough rather than wait to take the chest all the way back to Maverick. Just in case there is really useful stuff in the chest.

After loot is had, Angel wakes the assassin first. She lets him see his unconscious boss and says, "OK. So. What can you tell us about this place that might persuade us to spare your life?"

---

Angel has a +10 to thievery, so she can take-10 that DC 19.

"And if you refuse to answer, we'll torture you!" Mits threatens.

"With a feather!" Imp interjects.

Cherub headshakes.  "No torture is wrong.  We should try and convince him to become a good-guy.  Then he'll tell us of his own."

The assassin sweatdrops but says nothing.

00:43, Today: Mittens rolled 4 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 2. interrogate.

  "Would it be abusing Carla's work relations if we got her to have the Raven Queen let everybody in the shadowfell what an embarrassment and failure of a warrior he is when if dies?"  Hey, if people think a glorious death is awesome, then clearly the solution is to make it an embarrassing death right?

Angel stares at Cherub a bit. "....you can't be that naive, can you? Even if we could turn bad guys, that sort of thing would take months. We need answers now."

Angel goes to wake up Fatale. "Wake up, Fatale."

Once Fatale wakes up, Angel asks her the same question in the same way.

Imp shrugs at Matt's question.  "Guess she's not saying."

"Torture is a legitimate interrogation technique," Mittens asserts, "Even if these are assassins that are trained to give misinformation when tortured."

Cherub headshakes.  "No, I'm not naive.  I know just as much as the other mes."

Fatale also does not speak, though she looks rather annoyed at seeing Cherub alive and well.

  "We aren't exactly on a schedule here, so we can take our time asking if she's working for Wrashk, Thango, or just playing both sides instead of wondering why all her answers are variants of 'aaaargh'."
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Angel says, "Or we could just kill them and move on. The sooner we get this done, the better. However... you have a point about asking the right question."

She looks at Fatale. "Frankly, we're just here for revenge against Wrashk. But we were informed that taking information from the assassin's guild was the quickest and safest way to approach such a task. So if you have no love for Wrashk, maybe you can tell us what we want to know if just to spite Wrashk. Surely the fact we beat you up in a fight is not enough to hate us more than Wrashk. From what I heard about him, he has found a way to make you hate him with every facet of your being."

Carla sits down and begins to pray.

"We could always threaten something worse than death," Imp suggests.

"Oh yea?"

Cherub looks skeptical.

"Yeah.  Like taking her to Unity to stand trial.  In a boring courtroom.  To be sentenced to 50 years of boring prison."

Fatale considers.  "I'll tell you how to get into Wrashk's private chambers and only have to face secondary defenses.  IF you release me and the other survivors."

"We can find that out for ourselves with our divining angel," Mits says pointing at Carla, "You'll have to do better than that."

Fatale looks frustrated.  "Only thing better I can do is tell you what exactly to expect."

  "That would be somewhat more convenient, or was that just an example and not an offer?" yeah, probably an example.  "Though getting your co workers to hold off at least until we are done before you inevitably fail to take us out again would be appreciated."

Angel considers. "Yes. Your life and your freedom for your info and allowing us to go to Wrashk unimpeded. That is a fair exchange."

Carla is keeping to her prayers, but a DC 20 perception check notices her eyebrow twitch.

Mits chin rubs.  "Let's see.  Make a deal with a villain in order to get spoilers that'll make the fight with the bigger villain less fun..."

Cherub looks surprised.  "You would let these killers go free, Angel?"

Fatale sweatdrops.  "Does she seriously want the fight to be harder?"

Imp nods.  "Seems some of us don't want to let you go regardless.  Would you accept a swift death as a compromise offer?"

Fatale frowns.  "Yes."

Imp looks surprised.  "Oh wow.  That like...  never happens!"

 "Shadrakai, Imp.   Sometimes the sterotype is true."  Just like the stereotype of heroes wanting to fight purples even if it really was more convenient to just fight reds instead.

Angel looks over at Cherub and says, "Yes, Cherub. For our safety and success in tearing down a worse villain, I would. So far, the only thing we technically know for sure they are guilty of is defending themselves when we barged into their property. And before you say 'but they said killkillkill', that's no different from our own Mittens here. We are killers. They are killers. The only thing that separates the blood on our hands from the blood on theirs is we don't have any proof they broke any laws. Thankfully, my reasoning is a two-way street and I don't really care about law, so I'm fine with breaking in their place and killing them on the strong chance they are killing people purely for money. It is easy for me to be judge, jury and executioner because I'm a filthy lowlife, like I have been trying to tell you all before."

She narrows her eyes at Fatale. "Alright then, Fatale. A quick death it is. Now talk."

Carla peaks an eye open and glances at Angel.

Imp bashfully shrugs at Matt's explanation.  Cherub gasps and covers her mouth at Angel's claiming to be a lowlife, looking on the verge of tears.  But Imp whispers in Cherub's ear and she "Oooh"s and blushes.

"Wrashk has an emergency secret escape in most of his palace's bedrooms.  To prevent them from being used for infiltration, all but one are set with powerful magic and mundane traps, wards, locks, and so on.  And the one that isn't trapped is changed every day.  But my guild has an insider, so we've set our teleporter in the sewer to get to that exit in a hurry in case we get a rush order from Thango.  But it is guarded by an oni torturer, his Shadar-Kai lieutenants, and their pet gelatinous cube.  I doubt they'll accept any bribe to get past them."

"Good, 'cause I wouldn't want to have to waste time with such nonsense," Mits says, "So who wants the dubious honor of granting this villain the promised swift death?"

  "I suppose there will not be enough cube left to threaten to feed them to it at the end, either."  Wow, a Gelatinous cube.  That's bad enough to be worth using a potion over, the horror.  "The Oni will probably just critituq the wounds inflicted on them."

  He looks over to Mittens, "Probably you, unless that sword is negligently dull."  He'll reassure Angel she's not a lowlife when they are not all trying to look somewhat tough in front of the assassins.

Angel shoots Fatale through the head. Then turns to the other guy. "As you can see, we keep our promises. A swift death. Now do you happen to have anything to add?"

Carla has since gone back to praying.

"Nice shot!" Mits commends.

The other shadar-kai shakes his head, so Mits beheads him.  Cherub hurries over to Angel.

"Imp said you were saying you're a lowlife to get the badguys to talk.  I was worried you believed what you were saying."

"She knows better," Imp says, "If she were so rotten, Mav woulda punished her by now."

"We can talk about the finer points of Angel not counting as a lowlife on our way to the portal," Mits says, heading back to the grate.