Kyra nods to Figus. "Yes, that is what I am worried about as well, a hellknight or a bounty houter with a spell to detect magic watching the gate. There is a way to mask an active spell against such a simple way of detection however."

"Once we get her out of the city, what then? Is someone waiting for her outside, or do we escort her to Harse? And how safe is she going to be there? There's a hefty bounty on her head, and Harse is not exactly on the other side of the world." She asks the swordmaster.

Mask Dweomer, a neat little witch spell, that for once wizards don't get. Assuming Kyra can even find it on such a short notice, of course.

Regarding disease, is it still the same day when we helped the kid?

"I not really sure, but for those of you who are more attuned with the word of high fashion and the rich, how common is to use magic as make up?"

OOC: I was told that several days passed.

OOC: Oh, in that case did we find out more about the disease? Question the girl (hope she is doing better), find out where she was and what she was doing the day before she got ill, see if anyone else was getting sick, try to track down the source, that kind of thing? Given the name of this chapter it seems kind of important.

Trinia points to the wig in her hands and her own simple travelers clothes.

"I'm pretty good at disguises and impersonations. I had contemplated becoming an actress in the theaters here before striking it out on my own as a painter. Here...look..."

She quickly puts on the wig, tucking her own hair underneath and settling it down. She then extends her jaw giving herself an underbite and with a flex of her neck it changes her profile. It might not stand up to directed scrutiny but to a casual observer she looked nothing like the wanted posters standing around town.

"Oy! Ya reckon I still need yer magics?"

Her voice deepened and she developed a thick Old Korvosan accent to add to the disguise.

OOC: In regards to your question, it is two days later. Treating the child took most of the first day and the second day was spent shopping and doing assigned guard work that didn't amount to anything notable.

Kraw smiles. "Nicely done. But magic can still be useful. For instance, if 'Trinia' is spotted in another part of town, it might draw the Hellknights and other guards away from wherever you plan to escape the city. I'm nimble enough to run along the rooftops and stealthy enough to disappear when folks get too close. Or should we stick together?"

"Stick together, always. Too easy to pick off alone and no one to watch your back."

She seemed impressed with Trinia's disguise.

"See? Girls got some skills," she smiled at Trinia.

"Better mundane tricks than putting up a big glowing sign saying 'magic being used here!' that anyone from the academae or with a knack for magic can spot. Seems good enough for me."

"Alright then. But just in case take this potion of disguise as well, unless you know the spell yourself." Kyra offers the potion to Trinia. "You still have not explained what the plan is once we are out of the city though. Do we escort you to Harse or is someone waiting for us outside?"

Kraw, if the potion you have is a CL 12, you may wish to sell it instead, it's worth 600 gp. In comparison, Kyra's potion is only worth 150 gp.

DM, Kyra would have really liked to have followed up on the whole possible catastrophic epidemic thing asap, even if she was doing it in her free time yesterday. At the very least question the girl, gather some info (she can do that really quickly with her spell), and report the findings to someone. The marshal maybe? It sounds like the party may be leaving the city for a couple of days, and when we return it could quite possibly be too late.

Trinia just gives a shrug at Kyra.

"Once I pass through the gates I am gone. I've done a fair amount of traveling and I know how to hitch a ride and keep my head down. Let's be honest, the Queen's guardsmen aren't half as good as you lot and I nearly gave you the slip when you caught me by surprise."

Figus shrugs "Well,  no time like the present. Shall we?"

Vencarlo clears his throat to interject.

"Actually if its all the same I'd prefer you not escort her beyond the city limits. While I trust the Field Marhsall's trust in you, you can't reveal what you don't know. Trinia knows where she is going. I know you would never willingly reveal that information to the Queen but once Trinia is out of Korvosa she is no longer a concern for anyone here, understood?"

His serious tone lifts a bit into a much friendlier smile.

"Now then, unless there is anything else it would be best to get moving as quickly as possible. I don't know how serious the Queen's efforts are to recapture Trinia but the longer we wait the more risk we take."

OOC: Last call for any questions or preparations before kicking off the escape!

Figus cracks his neck, and checks to make sure his weapons are lose in their sheaths for a quick draw.

"Give me a couple of minutes to prepare and I'll be ready." Kyra takes out a card from her harrow deck and stars studying the almost unreadable arcane markings on it.
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"OK, OK!" Ayeesha replied to Trinia with an easy smile.

"Like I said, respect for a good chase. But you don't have to keep reminding us about it," she laughed, enjoying a little easy banter before the tension of sneaking her out of Korvosa.

"But yeah, run like that and you'll be fine. I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

She looked over Kyra's shoulder as she played with her cards, curious but not really understanding what she was doing.

The group prepares and heads out. Given their position their route will have five legs to the journey:

The first is going down from Garrison Hill and into Old Korvosa. Normally the guards are more concerned about keeping the riffraff from crossing in so this crossing should be relatively easy.

The second is passing through the slums of Old Korvosa and across the Narrows. Guard patrols should be very light as the slums are rarely patrolled, if at all. Instead one has to watch out for gangs or opportunistic individuals looking to claim the large bounty on Trinia's head.

The third leg is traveling through Ridgepoint. This is where the party leaves the slums and rejoins the hustle and bustle of the mercantile focused North Point.

The fourth leg is where they travel East hitting the top section of Five Corners before reaching their destination of Northgate. By the time the party hits these areas the city should be in full swing so they should be able to blend in with the large crowds of merchants, workers, and travelers heading in and out of the city, to and from homes and places of work.

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The first leg passes without incident. Within Garrison Hill there are the occasional guard patrols but none of them take any notice of the group walking about this early. A couple of casual glances is all they get as they pass the wall and into the slums. Here the smell of the unwashed masses is already at full blast as beggars are heading to their corners, pickpockets are starting to eye up their marks, and gangs are giving glares from their street corner perches.

Everything is going smoothly before a beggar suddenly runs up blocks their path. He runs up and grabs Ayeesha by the arm.

"Please noble heroes! A couple coins for a poor man! I'm sick, you see, and without your aid I'll likely die! Be a hero, save my life!"

To punctuate his point he lets loose a wet, barking cough full of spittle and phlegm. A closer inspection of the man reveals that beneath the dirt and grime he has a mask of splotchy red blisters across his face.

"Oh for the love of... what in the bloody hells made you think a 6 foot tall muscle-bound bad-tempered barbarian with a sword bigger than you is the right person to bother for help and possibly pass whatever illness you have to? Here!" Kyra fishes out a handful of coins and tosses them to the beggar, trying to keep her distance from the man. "Take it and run away before she cuts you in half for this! Quickly!"

Kyra throws 10 gp to the beggar, I could also try a bluff roll if necessary to get him away. And when (if) the man leaves...

Kyra points to Ayeesha's arm. "Transfer by contact. We need to wash that, if it's not too late already. Oh, and take this, in case you don't have one yourself." She offers a vial to Ayeesha.

Vial of antiplague, could help if Ayeesha needs to make a roll. DM, could something in healer's kit be used to sterilize Ayeesha's arm? Alchohol maybe? Not sure if that is something that could be found in a fantasy healer's kit.
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Looking around Kyra notices another beggar sitting in an alcove with a cup out who also has a bright red rash across his face.

Meanwhile Figus starts picking up the sound of coughing piercing through the crowds. A wet, hacking cough here or there heard when the background hum of the city lulls.

"We can't help all of these people ... and its not our job. We need to move quickly. Afterwards we should head to the temple of Abadar. We need to warn them. I would save the antiplague for now. When we get home we will take care of things, just try not to touch them." he nods his head to the infected.

"I agree, though I doubt the poor can expect much help from the god of coins. Let's just get the hell out of here."

I'm fine with using heal skill instead, though it would probably be best we do it somewhere else.

Kraw asks "those symptoms.....are those like what the girl showed? What did you call it, Blood Veil?" He gingerly moves outside the grasp of the sickly poor, advising "you folks need to get to a priest. This is a new illness called Blood Veil. I don't know if they have a cure, but you need to be quarantined before you infect all this district."
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"Lets not attract attention to ourselves" says Figus as he puts his hand gently on Kraw "There is something we need to take care off."

"Aiee!" she jumped back in shock and stopped short of punching the beggar who lunged out at her, but manages to barely restrain herself.

Despite the risk that she's contracted something horrible, she can't help but smile at Kyra's description of her as 'a 6 foot tall muscle-bound bad-tempered barbarian'. Apparently she considers it a compliment, and blushes a little in Kyra's direction.

"Nothing we can do about it now, until we get our erm charge out. Let's focus on the job, come back and worry about whether I'm coming down with something after."

Given a handful of gold the beggar practically bolts as fast as his hobbled legs can carry him. More than a few beggars and thugs push off from walls and doorways to start following him while others start moving towards the party with arms outstretched.

"I just need food for my family!"

"My little girl, she's sick!"

"I lost my leg in the war!"

"The gods bless those that help others!"


It seems like the poor and destitute are emerging from the cracks in the city to surround the group after seeing a flash of gold change hands. A few passerbys call for the party to run or start using clubs or canes to smack the beggars to disperse the crowd. As the beggars start fighting back it starts turning into a major disruption.

"Back! Off!" she growled in a commanding tone, violence promised by her voice.

"Or things are gonna start to get broken! Let us pass!"

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16:06, Today: Ayeesha rolled 24 using 1d20+9 with rolls of 15.  Intimidate the crowd to get them to back off.

Not that she needed it, but gave his most viscous scowl to help Ayeesha.

18:52, Today: Figus Dva rolled 26 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 20.  Intimidate aid.

Kyra steps between Trinia and the mob, cursing herself for showing gold in the slums. Like blood in the water, that was bound to bring trouble to them.

Sorry about that, should have paid more attention to how many people were watching us.