Seemingly unencumbered by her heavy mail, Makaria flew to keep pace with the retreating soldier.  The air hummed with her as she chanted the words she had been raining down upon them, another pulsing, writing thing of blackness forming between her claws.  With a hiss she released it, and with a twisting of reality the orb of darkness slammed into the man's chest, its force attempting to hurl him back the way he had fled.

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16:09, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 15 using 1d20+5.
16:10, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 9 using 1d10+3.  Damage.
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Lilith growls and takes off after the man. None of them are getting away to warn anyone and she needs a meal after having her last one so rudely interrupted.

Xul watched the flying meat and the undead meat giving chase, between the two he felt the container meats chances were very slim. Lifting his club he hooked it back into the harness on his back and pulled out one of his hand axes instead turning towards one of the near by corpses, it was time to collect some improve rations...

Despite her Vampire given speed and strength Lilith is wounded and the human is getting away. He's not getting away and she wants him to feel fear so she snarls and leaps. A giant black wolf with red eyes lands and takes off after him much faster and slams into his knees, attempting to knock him down.

If she drops him she buries her muzzle in his throat and softly growls as she rips open the soft flesh and begins drinking the blood that spurts from the ruin of his neck.
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"MuhahHaHa ha haaa..."Markus lazily swipes at the fleeing guard connecting with a solid smack. The Blackguard laughs and does not chase, instead turning to Xul after his chuckle fades." Turn out the pockets while you...re supply if you could. We might just get lucky.." The paladin searches the non barbequed bodies for anything relevant.


19:50, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 5 using 1d8+3.  Smack!
19:50, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 21 using 1d20+5.  Smack?

Nyenna swaggers over to the unconscious body of Ricart and plants her foot on his chest while she reloads her pistols, grinning like a maniac. Once she's done, she holsters the pistols, crosses her arms, and glares down at the man's bloodied face. "P'thetic. I r'membered yeh bein' tough. Guess th'noble lifestyle really does make yeh soft."

Removing her foot, she crouches beside him and tears off his breastplate, then pulls a dagger. For a moment she seems undecided as to her next action, then she shrugs, cuts off the front of his shirt, and starts carving Elvish letters into his chest, just deep enough to hurt very badly without being lethal.
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Makaria's blast strikes the remaining soldier in the back, making him trip over his own feet as the wolf form of Lilith pounces upon her prey and dragging him to the ground. She tears the exposed flesh away from the jugular, blood coating her jaw as it glistens in the silvery moonlight.

As Xul begins to gather rations, Markus's search turns out bag of gold coins, a black gemstone and a mark of House Arllen; the gem seems to glow as Markus handles it ableit it is a minor glow and it might just be a reflection of light.

Markus' mailed hand clutches the gem and pockets the gold. "These guards seem to be well funded." He mutters to himself more than the others.

Makaria landed in front of Nyenna, her armored boots slamming down hard upon the pavement as she folded her winds behind her back.  Tendrils of whatever thrumming magic she employed still dripped between the fingers of her right hand, while the left still held the haft of her battle glaive low and to the ground.  At the very least, she had removed the mirrored black battle mask and placed it back in its hoslter.  Her features bore no anger, but neither did they look particularly pleased.

"What in the infinite layers of the abyss was that?"

She looked over her shoulder at the Blackguard busily looting.

"There will be an accounting of that as well, when all is said and done."
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"You will be paid when the job is done." The blackguard growls. "All spoils will be turned into the Citadel." He tosses the gold bag on the street spilling the contents at the feet of the Tiefling. "Count it if you wish, peasant."

"Fuckers needed killin'," Nyenna says, adding some flourishy serifs and embellishments to the bloody letters for good measure. "And m'trigger fingers were gettin' itchy. Problem?"

Midnight pads over, still in wolf form and licking her muzzle clean after savaging the guard’s throat. She sits down and begins licking the blood off her fur and grooming herself as the sword wound closes. She growls deep in her throat when Marcus speaks so rudely to Makaria and her eyes glow a little more brightly.

She ignored Markus for now, she had more important matters to address.

"Problem?  You tell me, as you drew us all into your fight.  We just ended the lives of a half dozen sworn soldiers in the middle of the street, who were they sworn to?  What power did we just piss off?  If it ends here then no, we have no problem at all.  But if there are repercussions from your itchy fingers, then yes, there is a problem."

Xul listened as he busily dismembered one of the corpses glancing to the upset meat with little concern, "The guards serve someone. As do we. Our master is without question greater than theirs as our strength out stripped theirs, thus it is only right they become food for us." Shrugging the lizardman went back to stuffing his grisly business into one of his pouches. "Besides they chose to stand in our way. They chose to become food."

Lilith chuffs and barks at Xul's comment, wholeheartedly agreeing with his assessment of them being food as she continues licking the blood clean from her fur.
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Nyenna stands, wipes her dagger on her sleeve, and sheaths it with a flourish. "They serve a fat old man not worthy of his noble title. He spends's days countin' 'is money and fuckin' 'is slaves. Pissin' 'im off's no great loss."

Makaria remained resolute, her features betraying little of her true emotions.

"I would have his name, rank, and title, so that I might know the holder of the purse behind any knives that might come for me seeking vengeance.  I don't like leaving foes at my back, even fat and lazy ones."

Nyenna sighs irritably. "Mathias Arllen, Marquis of Thèràlon."

There's a black shimmer around the wolf and Lilith is standing there, licking her fangs. She picks up her elegant swords and sheaths them before turning to Nyenna.

"These guards we just killed, do they have anything to do with our reason to be here? Are they part of the Pelor-followers or an, admittedly, pleasant diversion?"

She looks over at Marcus. "Pull the nobility out of your arse. You're an Inquisitor like the rest of us. There are no peasants or nobles here but if there were, I'd make you crawl before me given I'm first Daughter of my House. What you people call a Princess. Unless we have more to do here I suggest we get back to business."

"Does anyone else know who the fuck that is?"

Makaria asked, finally breaking eye contact with Nyenna to look about to the rest of the group.  Foreign born as she was, her background left her woefully unprepared to understand the significance, or lack thereof, of such a title.  She gave Lilith an appreciative nod, though Markus' disdain had not registered on her as anything unkind or unfair.

Anyone can make a History Check and those of Elven hertiage can do so with Advantage.
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"A Marquis is a high-ranked noble in human lands. Below a Duke but above an Earl. A powerful and influential enemy to make but if the fat bastard is a Pelor worshipper it doesn't matter how well placed he is. We have our orders and we'll cut him down and eat him.

"You can have the fatty pieces if you want, Xul." She says over her shoulder.
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"Oh, he's not a worshiper 'imself, but I wouldn't put it past 'im to be helpin' 'em for some p'thetic scheme." Nyenna hovers her foot over one of Ricart's hands, then slowly puts her weight down on the fingers. "That or he's takin' bribes from 'em."

"A Marquis within Brimestone, some nearby neighbor who also happens to be an ally of the Emperor, or some insignificant or distant land?"

Makaria said, and the question meant everything.
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It is at this moment that Orson comes into view around a corner. He looks around, taking stock of the situation, and says "Well then, I suppose this is what the noise was. How are you all looking?"