Game: Adventure Thread(Eco-Mono, Edward, Erte, Lok, Nordom!)

Erte walked cautiously, even though he was instincively sure he was in no danger from Sarrin. He wanted the men at the bin to think he was.

A fit of coughing -- no doubt brought on by the foul air of the Hive -- had Erte doubled over, gasping for air. As he stood hunched over in the street, he carefully pulled a silver dagger from the bandolier. If Sarrin was going to make a faux attack on him, now would be the time.

(OOC: Not quite sure what checks you're gonna want -- if any -- for that little performance. The result of my Bluff check for the following actions, if it's needed, is 33 {13+20 modifier}. If I need a Slight of Hand check -- untrained -- my roll without modifiers was 18 [21 with Dex].)

ooc- and here are my rolls: attack=... oh crap... ummm does a 17 fall in the threat range of a keen bastard sword? I'm on vacation and kinda bookless at the moment.... umm, anyway, the total for that is 24. the crit confermation if needed (I'm REALLY sorry about this...) is a 22. god damn dice roller bot.

my bluff check is a 26.

Nordom was about to respond to Peter's question about the mazes of the Lady when Sarrin attacked....which caused Nordom to spring into action. Optix, the eye lens gear spirit fixes itself onto Nordom's eye as Nordom takes two shots at Sarrin, one for each crossbow....

OOC: Ok, the first shot was a natural 20, and the second was a 16, +5 for Optix and +9 for Nordom's second attack bonus, so 30 total. Does the second attack hit, Rrodek?

ooc- nordom, you scored a crit w/ your first attack. you might want to see if it's confirmed.here is my damage roll wich I just realised I forgot... sorry. 15 damage (assuming the die is a D8... I always mess up weapon stats...) to erte, and nordom does hit with 15.

the air in front of sarrin's free hand began to shimmer as he attacked once more with his sword, this time fighting on the defensive to offset his magical blade. and retreated slightly (5ft step) towards the bums in the alley, his eyes never once leaving erte. "come one by one or all at once! it doesn't matter! I'll have no witnesses!"

ROLLS: 18 on the attack and 5 damage if it lands.

OOC - Spellcraft check result 28 (roll 11, modifier +17) to figure out what's making your off hand shimmer.

The rapier's tip deflected the path of Sarrin's sword just enough for Erte to step wide of the swing. Erte dared not relax; if he hadn't been looking to turn away the blow, it would have surely caught him. A small voice in his mind sought for and recieved permission two small things.

A greenish glow enveloped Erte's body, and a sneer crossed his face. He steps forward, matching Sarrin's movements.

"You would have been comfortable with your share alone, von Drak. Yet you attack me while my back is turned?

Still fighting defensively, Erte stabbed out, mindful of the magic around Sarrin's hand.

(OOC: Bluff check: 39. And if my attack roll 24 (fighting defensively) hits, damage is 6.)

ooc - bravo on that lute. that's a neat trick. whould that spellcraft check pass the DC btw? don't have the PHB on me at the moment.

Sarrin grimaced as he took the blow and lashed out once more, remaining on the defensive and giving 5 more feet of ground as he did. "bah! Dennijay, when will you learn? in your hands, the jink will do me no good, and one fifth of the take isn't nearly as usefull as the whole!"

ooc - how far away am I from the bums about now?

rolls: attack 18, bluff 27

ooc- that applies to items too right? if so, it's a ring of force shield on my left hand. if not, forget I said that.

"feh. future? with you? do you take me for a simpleton? I'd not do this if I didn't have somewhere to go afterword, and my new lord promises more than you fools ever could!" with this, sarrin ran the rest of the distance to the burning trash can with the bums. rounding quickly on erte, and taking no notice of the bums he kicked the trash can, trying to scatter it's contents across the ground between him and his foe.

ooc: what roll would I make for this? just an attack roll?

rolls: attack (assuming that's what it is) 15, bluff 16.

(ooc: Damned if I don't feel like a fool; in character and out. Never even thought they'd be illusions. Talk about a rookie mistake.)

Erte faltered as he saw Sarrin's foot fall pass throught the illusory trash bin. Instead of pressing forward, Erte sheates his sword and motions for Sarrin to move away from the 'beggars.' The light around him dies out.

Erte puts his index fingers to his temples, then moves his hands in purposeful motions, chanting in the sing-song of a children's tune.
"Magic bright in Mage's sight / Show me Magic's hidden light."

(Finally doing something smart, I cast Detect Magic. I should have 10 minutes to find the 'magical sensor' made by a scry spell, or other signs of magic. I'm gonna turn slowly, looking for magical auras. Help me out here. What do I see.)

ooc- it's not as bad as all that. it always helps to be cautious... but yeah, I can't believe detect magic didn't come to mind first... we just drew SOOO much unneeded attention to ourselfves....

balance check for that kick...w007! nat 20! result's only 21 though...

if sarrin fell, he scrambled to his feet, if not, he obviously didn't. either way, he spent the round in wich erte is casting the spell to recoup. "bah! you seek to use your sorry spells on ME denninjay? I am MAGI!" with that, he lunged at erte, seemingly seeking to impale him, but this time, he actually aimed to the side slightly.

ooc- to keep the crowd in our power we have to keep up the act. I'll take a slight bluff penalty for my voluntary mistake. (attack roll 21 to hit the air next to erte, but not erte himself)

Sarrin cursed loudly as he passed, but for the brief moment he was near enough to erte, he quickly whispered "knock me out and loot me! I'll catch up later."

(bluff check 22)

As Peter saw Sarrin fumble with the trash can, something clicked in his mind. A glamer! Of course... why didn't I think of that? But then again, what about the rest of our surroundings, reappearing like that? Could the layout of the street itself be fake?

*WILL SAVE TO DISBELIEVE (suspecting Phantasmal Terrain or similar). 6(roll)+4(bonuses) = Check result 10. Not too stellar.*

Peter looks puzzled at Nordom's question, responding in a similar whisper. "No, I can't think of anyone who'd try to stop us. After all, it's pretty unlikely that anyone other than Edward and I came from Earth recently, and I haven't exactly made any enemies in Sigil."

Peter began to think for a few moments, trying to unravel who could want to stop them. Then, in a seeming flash of inspiration, he looks up.

"Come to think of it, there is a possible enemy I might have here. But it's a pretty farfetched theory..."

((OOC - Had to make a flight HOme to Va. Have computer access, so woo... and BTW... you guys are NUTS.))

Lok moved down the street past the commotion. Stopping a few yards away, the teifling bent to adjust the straps on his boots. The attack of the new fellow upon the bard was curious, but the bard had warned off any intervention. As a bonus it looked like he was winning. Lok was impressed at the traded blows and smiled slightly to himself. Regardless, none of them were coming close to Edward. And if they were, he would be sure to remove them of what little life they had left.

ooc- damn right. but we get the job done. btw, sorry about not posting yesterday, I fell prey to Manhattan.

As the illusion 'struck' him, Sarrin screamed in pain and fell to the ground motionless, feigning death or at least a coma, but after erte had spoken regaurding 'leaving him be', he raised himself looking as though it took a supreme force of will, and leaning heavily on his sword, using it as a makeshift cane while he got to his feet. breathing heavily "I'll have *gasp* none... of your... charity!" with this statement, he ran toward erte, thrusting once more, and once more whispered when he was near enough to be heard "LOOT damnit! LOOT!" . he readied for the retaliatory strike and said out loud for all to hear "what's so hard to understand about that, fool? you know me! even when I donned this CURSED NECKLACE, I would let no one remove it before I paid them!"

(rolls: attack 13, bluff 22)

Sarrin clutched his abdomen in pain and fell one more to the ground, dorpping his sword as he fell and feigning unconciousness once more.

bluff check: 25

ooc- here's an itemized list of what's on me:

1 ring (magical, unidentified)
1 ring of force shield
1 black travellers cloak (magical, unidentified)
1 bastard sword (magical, unidentified)
1 pair of boots (magical, unidentified)
1 money pouch (it jingles pleasantly as you move it) containing:
5 light blue orbs (these are what jingles)
4 metalic mobius strips with the lady's face on them
5 merts
14 jinx
1 very finely crafted ring on a silver chain (worn as pendant, no magical properties)

I'll let you say what you're taking and whatnot.

Erte bent over Sarrin's limp body, glancing up for a moment when Nordom spoke. He went back to work, muttering and carefully looking at each of the items on Sarrin, placing his hands carefully. Recalling the man's last statement, he looked doubly hard for a necklace, but came up empty. Under his breath, he tried to explain what he had found out.

"Good question. He wanted to get a closer look at the illusion. Rather than study it from afar, he contrived the fight to get a closer look. The better question, though, is why a good three in four of the street folk that were watching us reek of magic. That, and, we're being watched. I'm not sure by whom, could be Rrodek, could be Shemeska, could be Handin, could be anyone. But the magic eye's still in the sky, friend."

As he spoke, Erte helped himself to the rings, and the money pouch. He then picked up the bastard sword. In a speaking-to-the-crowd voice, he began. "Should the Martyrs ask, I gave him a chance to walk away. He chose twice to attack me from behind. I'd be wary of his remaining gear. He liked to booby-trap himself."

(OOC: Cure Light Wounds on Sarrin, result 9; Bluff check 29, though I'm playing mostly for the real beggers.)

Erte stood, and held the bastard sword in front of him. Shifting it slightly, he looked past the blade, 'not-staring' at the nearest aura-ed beggar. After a few seconds, he focused his mind on the thought "not all is as it seems", and blinked, hard.

OOC: Now, hopefully, I can get through the 20 seconds or so I need to get to the Spellcraft check (result of 34. Woo!). And just for good measure, an attempt to will save vs. illusion, (21. Feh.)

With deft hands, Erte secured the tie of the newly acquired money pouch to the hilt of the sword. Smiling at Edward and Peter (because he's never one to miss the opportunity to perform), Erte undid the clasp of his cloak. Swirling the cloak from his shoulders, he carefully wrapped the sharp edge and point of the sword in the mass of material.
Holding the swathed sword in one hand, he let the tip slowly fall, readjusting his grip on the handle as it did. With his off hand, he opened the bag hanging from his side. Slowly, and with the flair of a long-time performer, Erte slowly pushed the large weapon into the sack that was obviously too small for it.

Erte looked at the group once more, with only the barest hint of a smile on his face. "Our contact is no doubt expecting us."

OOC: With all the stuff my daughter has to take with her to start 1st Grade on Monday, I wish those bags of holding really did exist. They would make first day go by a lot smoother.

btw, erte, if you don't muffle that bag you'll keep jingleing every time you move... some of my money is in arcadian bell coins to deterr pickpockets.

Throughout all of this, Peter is standing rather awkwardly, wondering what to do next. He is a little heartened by Erte's show of the bag of holding, but is still worried about what's going on.

(OOC: Sorry bout that, GD. Though I've been around, it's never been long enough to post anything -- between getting the little'un to school, fixing computer virii, and actually having to work at my job, time for storytelling has been at a premium. Everything's slowed down, so I'll be more active -- barring another emergency.)

"Tyche hold you, spellsword," Erte mumbled sotto voce. He was never a religious man, but his rare prayers often went to the luck godess. And if ever there was a place to pray for luck, it was the Hive.

He lingered a moment more, shooting an impatient look at the rest of the group.

"Erte Dennijay" wrote:

(OOC: For some reason, Erte's feeling cautious lately. But, I've got a feeling that a spot check of 5 isn't going to spot any bald rodents. And the tune is, "I'm Henry the 8th, I am." Everything finds a place in the planes )

Peter shrugged and followed Erte and the cat, hoping for the best.

Erte smiled at Edward’s sally before settled his cloak so he had both easy and concealed access to his weapons. As the group entered the house, Erte let his mind wander, trying not to think of any one thing for too long. widow next door
Powers of the mind are worrisome for those whose power comes from the heart. seven times before
Who – or what – was Handin, and what roll was he to play? Willy or a Sam
Keep everyone in sight. I’m Hen-e-ry
He spared a moment’s thought on Lok, wondering where the warrior had went. Second verse, same as the first.

(OOC: Sorry about the internal monologue, just trying to keep things moving. Things are getting interesting.)

OOC- I'm sorry, but I just gotta show this off. I asked Primus from the WOTC boards if he could draw my namesake to use as an avatar- and this is what he came up with. Nordom's never looked cooler!

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v35/Primus/Nordom.gif