In reply to Rosewood (msg # 162):

The kneeling thug curses as his club rolls away.

The other one looks over the lot of you and frowns
"Every last one of you has the taint! Not a one of you is pure! Miscegenation of the blood! Bards be damned, the race needs to be pure."

In reply to Purist thug (msg # 163):

"Sure. So do I need to kill you to end this, or you going to come down to the Haderaum to discuss this?"

She keeps the crossbow pointed at his chest. His heart, to be exact, but from a distance.

In reply to Purist thug (msg # 163):
"Pure? This is a cosmopolitan city, and that isn't likely to change...
You sound like another cult, sounding off like that. Nothing wrong with a little admixture, here and there. If you have no other issues, other than who's mixing with who, you should really find some. The guild has taken an interest that you do... and fast."

In reply to Anita Drake (msg # 164):

"And I have done what? I speak my piece while this obscenity beats an unaemed man into unconsciousness, and I have the nerve to carry a stick while you are firing arrows? I think the gendarmes would see my side of this!"

In reply to Purist thug (msg # 166):

"What did you think would happen, approaching with hostility? Approaching man-mountain here, and an armed group? Are you mad? Spitting upon someone's shoe??"
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In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 167):

"Not to mention burning down a house..."

In reply to Anita Drake (msg # 168):

"I am coming to collect my buddy and take him to a healer. I don't know nuthin' about no house fire."


His other companion is trying to untie his shoes, which seem to have been tied together.
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In reply to Purist thug (msg # 169):

The large musician checks his cello for damage, glares at the cowed bullies, and heads over to the monastery cum boarding house.

Marcus looks grimly at the large man,"You are lucky I was aiming for you hand scoundrel....our else you would have the silence of death.  Drop your weapon or be slain next time."

[Marcus Blackthorn rolled 9 using 3d6.  Fast draw arrow 15 or less] Marcus fast draws another arrow.
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"Take your friend, but be warned..We're onto you purists, and your harassing of the faeblood artisans and merchants. If there's reprisals, and once again we have to come out, there will be hell to pay!"

In reply to Purist thug (msg # 169):

"You do that. Take them and heal them, and tell your friends that killing folk by burning the house down around them is not going to fly here. The dead have rich relatives who will get to the bottom of this..."

She hopes the others will not correct her...

PM
[Private to GM: Rosewood stops moving the club and fly up out of the way.]

In reply to Rosewood (msg # 174):

The two large men hoist up their battered friend and glare at you, although a little puzzled at Anita's last comment, as nothing has been burned down. Their clubs were cheap hunks of wood, and hardly worth their trouble to pick back up.

In reply to Purist thug (msg # 175):

Anita lowers her crossbow and returns it to her back only as they leave.

[Private to GM: She will try to follow them, but from a distance, trying to stay out of sight. With a roll 5 over, however, I am guessing she will be seen, and obviously so. At that point she will give up and return to the group.]

As they leave, Leroy comes close to the others, and speaks so only the huddle can hear him: "Nice job with the pixie handiwork, Rosewood. Do you think you could follow them back to their hideout? No way they would see you! Then, if they step out of line again, we'll know where to take the fight! We'll wait for you across the street, in yon tavern. What do you say, Rosewood?"
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A voice come out of nowhere.
I will do my best.  Not sure how long it will take but I get back to you when I sure I have the right place.

The little Pixie voice's had a hint of pride in it that his hard work was notice and valued.

[Private to GM: OOC:
Rosewood heads off to follow the thugs at safe distance in air.
My invisibility will run out and not recast yet.
Not sure if this still class as combat for Rosewood or not?]
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In reply to Rosewood (msg # 178):
"Yeah! Hey, I'd like to buy that big fellow a drink. Where'd he go? Seems like a good guy, and would make a good bulldog for this place, when we need to leave, now that he's aware of how bad it's become around here."

Leroy looks around.
"Hey Gordab!"

In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 179):

"Huh?"

"Hey, wanna drink with us, across the street? I'll buy us a jug!"

In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 181):

"Uh, sure."


The large fellow ambles over to the Wastrel's Hope.


Anita is immediately  noticed by the purists, one of whom flips her off, (from range).
Rosewood, unseen, follows them.

In reply to Gordab Bardson (msg # 182):

Anita returns the hand signal, hoping her distraction has at least assisted Rosewood, and returns to the others.

"You seen those guys before?" she asks Gordab.

In reply to Anita Drake (msg # 183):

"Dunno. Lotta them look the same."

As you approach the Wastrel's Hope, three men stagger out. They look like they were beaten badly, one is missing teeth.

In reply to Gordab Bardson (msg # 184):

"A lot of fights around here. What happened with you three?"

"Looks like we missed all the fun!"

In reply to Anita Drake (msg # 185):

"It was an unfair fight.
There were five of them, two in heavy armor,"
Says this kid with split knuckles and a black eye.
"They took our stuff!
 You want to give us a hand getting it back? They had some nice gear."
You notice he and the others have empty scabbards.