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Baldur's Gate: Descent into Avernus (IC)

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Grond comes over to Hafdan and says, "Any information you have is more than I have now. I'm all ears." He then looks over at Tialaa with idle curiosity to hear his story.
 




Tialaas Kalot

Wood Half-Elf

Level 2 Blood Hunter

AC 15

HP 14/18

Walk 35 ft.

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STR 16 (+3) DEX 16 (+3) CON 13 (+1) INT 19 (+4) WIS 11 (+0) CHA 10 (+0)
As Tialaas pushed past Nima, he watched her features fall in disbelief from the corner of his eye. Of course, he recognized how cruel his actions were, and it wasn’t that he lacked a degree of consideration for the woman. If nothing else Tialaas respected her convictions, he just didn’t like that they were getting in his way. To him, nothing else mattered but the truth. The more information he could obtain, the quicker he could exact justice. So if he had to use the Blacksmith’s personal connections just remove her from the equation, he would. If the threat alone wouldn’t work, he’d shown before that he wasn’t above physical violence just to get his way. It was how he had to be in this corrupt city, where evil had sunken its claws into even the mundane aspects of life.
The Half-Elf stopped his waving as he neared the group, closing the distance casually as he approached them. He took note of everyone that seemed to make up their ragtag crew: the conscripted forces of the Flaming Fist, here to do the work they couldn’t.
The darting figure of a roguish Tabaxi wearing a hood caught his attention more than anyone else. His gaze obviously lingered on the individual for an extended period, before he turned his attention back to the oncoming group that had begun to splinter into separate conversations. The small feline he’d noticed quickly separated from the party to sit near the Elfsong, and interestingly seemed to have taken notice of him as well. Tialaas couldn’t be sure, but the coincidence was far too perfect for him to ignore. Nima had confessed that the person who’d acquired the dagger was a Tabaxi Woman, and the swift-moving suspect that had discarded the weapon that night could have easily matched with the individual he saw before him now.
After a moment, he turned his gaze away from his new suspect so that he wouldn’t be seen staring oddly by the rest of their gathering. Instead, his thought process was snatched away by the intriguing questions of what seemed to be a wereshifted girl, or at least something similar. Her animalistic paws and ears reminded him only of his studies into Lycanthropy rather than any species he’d ever seen before, but it was common in these lands to find some new form of existence. Once upon a time, a Half-Elf such as himself had even been seen as a strange addition, so Tialaas wouldn’t be one to judge.
The question she asked was directed towards a massive Dragonborn, which the Blood Hunter raised his eyebrows at in slight amazement. Though his interest was more invested in the response the man gave, which served to generally fill him in on the information the party had acquired before he’d been sent after them. If what they knew was true, then the Bathhouse served as a front for the Dead Three in some capacity. Tialaaas had heard rumors of a dungeon of sorts that the organization was making use of, but if anything it made sense that it would be based out of such an establishment. After all, Baldur’s Gate had a rather robust and sophisticated plumbing system, it’d be easy to take advantage of the underground architecture for such a purpose.
He moved closer to their section of the group to ask a few questions of his own before he heard the annoying voice of the Flaming Fist Dwarf that had been accompanying Nima. Truthfully, Tialaas had worried about either of them calling him out, thus why he’d acted so brashly to silence the Water Genasi before her resentment could screw over his investigation. But he hadn’t factored the soldier into his plan, due to the man previously still being in the alley upon everyone else’s gradual arrival.
The Blood Hunter stopped in his tracts and turned to confront the armor-clad dwarf, staring at the man in silence for a moment as he formulated a response.
“From what I understand, we’re all about to risk our necks. But formality’s sake, my name is Tialaas Kalot and I was sent by Captain Zodge to help deal with our fanatical friends.” He offered simply as he brandished the same Badge that he’d used earlier to arrest Nima. To accentuate his point, he even did a half-turn to show the rest of their party that he held the same forced authority as the rest of them.
“Now, you said you had more information? Let’s discuss it as we get to the Bathhouse. I don’t know about anyone else here, but I doubt a group of armed adventurers standing a few blocks away from their hideout is necessarily helping our odds.” Tialaas continued, as he utilized the knowledge he’d garnered only a few minutes ago to spur action. The last thing he wanted was for them to be fighting amongst themselves, only for a spy to alert their targets of the incoming attack. Not to mention, the faster they moved the less he had to deal with suspicion.



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As Tialaas pushed past Nima, he watched her features fall in disbelief from the corner of his eye. Of course, he recognized how cruel his actions were, and it wasn’t that he lacked a degree of consideration for the woman. If nothing else Tialaas respected her convictions, he just didn’t like that they were getting in his way. To him, nothing else mattered but the truth. The more information he could obtain, the quicker he could exact justice. So if he had to use the Blacksmith’s personal connections just remove her from the equation, he would. If the threat alone wouldn’t work, he’d shown before that he wasn’t above physical violence just to get his way. It was how he had to be in this corrupt city, where evil had sunken its claws into even the mundane aspects of life.
The Half-Elf stopped his waving as he neared the group, closing the distance casually as he approached them. He took note of everyone that seemed to make up their ragtag crew: the conscripted forces of the Flaming Fist, here to do the work they couldn’t.
The darting figure of a roguish Tabaxi wearing a hood caught his attention more than anyone else. His gaze obviously lingered on the individual for an extended period, before he turned his attention back to the oncoming group that had begun to splinter into separate conversations. The small feline he’d noticed quickly separated from the party to sit near the Elfsong, and interestingly seemed to have taken notice of him as well. Tialaas couldn’t be sure, but the coincidence was far too perfect for him to ignore. Nima had confessed that the person who’d acquired the dagger was a Tabaxi Woman, and the swift-moving suspect that had discarded the weapon that night could have easily matched with the individual he saw before him now.
After a moment, he turned his gaze away from his new suspect so that he wouldn’t be seen staring oddly by the rest of their gathering. Instead, his thought process was snatched away by the intriguing questions of what seemed to be a wereshifted girl, or at least something similar. Her animalistic paws and ears reminded him only of his studies into Lycanthropy rather than any species he’d ever seen before, but it was common in these lands to find some new form of existence. Once upon a time, a Half-Elf such as himself had even been seen as a strange addition, so Tialaas wouldn’t be one to judge.
The question she asked was directed towards a massive Dragonborn, which the Blood Hunter raised his eyebrows at in slight amazement. Though his interest was more invested in the response the man gave, which served to generally fill him in on the information the party had acquired before he’d been sent after them. If what they knew was true, then the Bathhouse served as a front for the Dead Three in some capacity. Tialaaas had heard rumors of a dungeon of sorts that the organization was making use of, but if anything it made sense that it would be based out of such an establishment. After all, Baldur’s Gate had a rather robust and sophisticated plumbing system, it’d be easy to take advantage of the underground architecture for such a purpose.
He moved closer to their section of the group to ask a few questions of his own before he heard the annoying voice of the Flaming Fist Dwarf that had been accompanying Nima. Truthfully, Tialaas had worried about either of them calling him out, thus why he’d acted so brashly to silence the Water Genasi before her resentment could screw over his investigation. But he hadn’t factored the soldier into his plan, due to the man previously still being in the alley upon everyone else’s gradual arrival.
The Blood Hunter stopped in his tracts and turned to confront the armor-clad dwarf, staring at the man in silence for a moment as he formulated a response.
“From what I understand, we’re all about to risk our necks. But formality’s sake, my name is Tialaas Kalot and I was sent by Captain Zodge to help deal with our fanatical friends.” He offered simply as he brandished the same Badge that he’d used earlier to arrest Nima. To accentuate his point, he even did a half-turn to show the rest of their party that he held the same forced authority as the rest of them.
“Now, you said you had more information? Let’s discuss it as we get to the Bathhouse. I don’t know about anyone else here, but I doubt a group of armed adventurers standing a few blocks away from their hideout is necessarily helping our odds.” Tialaas continued, as he utilized the knowledge he’d garnered only a few minutes ago to spur action. The last thing he wanted was for them to be fighting amongst themselves, only for a spy to alert their targets of the incoming attack. Not to mention, the faster they moved the less he had to deal with suspicion.
 
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Arriving with the others, finally, Dragon drops Guin onto the ground like a sack of potatoes. Expecting her to catch herself. ( Pumpkin Spice Cyanide Pumpkin Spice Cyanide )

The plan of attack didn't matter to him so long as they had one. As far as he was concerned, his job was to kill the cultists. He didnt know who was the cultists inside the bathhouse or how to tell them apart. But a few innocents would not be missed, surely. Better to kill them all and let the Fists sort out the bodies. Though, he was partial to the idea of setting the building on fire and letting them burn. Like the inn. Though in this instance... the cultists might have some sort of passageway to slip out.
 

Hafdan charsheet
Dwarf Fighter - Axe & Shield
HP: (24)
AC: 16/18
Passives:
  • Perception/WIS: 12
  • Investigation/INT: 9
  • Insight/WIS: 14
Action Surge [ ] / Short Rest
Second wind [ ] / Short Rest

Battleaxe: +6, 1d8+4/1d10+4
Handaxe 20/60, +6/+5 1d6+4

"Well ain't that fine, boy," Hafdan says to Tialaas. "You show up, throw daggers like a drunk monkey at us, threaten us at arrow point, drag the smith off for lords of judgement only knows what, she comes back nattered and stabbed, and probably short of a spell or two before we head off and now you think you're the man to give ORDERS?!"

He shakes his head disapprovingly.

"I know this lot less than a day and I got more trust in any one of 'em than I do you. So since you invoked the name of Zodge I'm half inclined to think you're supposed to come along, but I don't have to like it. Fall in and try not to shoot anyone in the back or bugger off."

He doesn't even bother to stare down Tialaas, just moves on.

"We've burnt enough daylight and I don't think the pirates are showing up - so we should move out. Don't mention the people we're after or the place by name any more - yes I'm looking at you - " he's obviously looking at Inula, "just call 'em both the 'place' and the 'targets'. Trying for anything sneaky will probably go wrong since we haven't worked together enough. I say we go in straight. The entrance to the 'dungeon' we're looking for is in a private room. Anyone in that room or beyond is probably a 'target'. The Captain told us to wipe 'em all out - so anyone we find past that door is guilty no matter who they are."

He looks around at the group of Fist Irregulars - making eye contact in particular with Grond, Fallen Dragon, Axtis and Nima. For some reason skipping over Lara.

"Let's go do some Baldur's Gate justice!"

He starts marching toward the bath house.

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The party's journey through the streets of Baldur's Gate was far from subtle. Watchful eyes seemed to peer from every window and around every corner at the large, heavily armed and armored party of adventurers, even over the fairly short distance it took to reach the public bathhouse they had been told about. Upon arriving, those same gates engraved with the images of smiling nymphs dancing were now open, the courtyard's ten foot high walls rising on either side. The doors to the building itself were closed, but the place seemed to be open for business. Now simply came how you, adventurers, wanted to approach this; There were no guards visible, nor any sign of heavy activity outside. No one came and went in those moments as you arrived.

The courtyard itself was a garden of not insignificant beauty; fountains flanked by well-trimmed hedges and with marble benches were almost soothing, were it not for the apparent underlying purpose of this place.

Opening the door of the building, immediately a rush of warmth cut through the chilly autumn air. The twenty-foot-high ceiling was held up by pillars, and its walls were adorned with wide, sweeping frescoes of bathing royalty. Sunlight arcing through the stained-glass windows of the building created colorful patterns across the polished blue marble of the flooring. Three shallow pools containing heavily perfumed and bright, crystal-clear water and bearing a pair of brass faucets sat ahead of the entrance, as well as to its left and right, all in this same room. White marble benches bearing stacks of dry towels were situated near the pools. The only exits were a pair of doors opposite one another across the room.

None of those bathing seemed to pay you any heed; along with the belongings set aside from those currently using the public facility were, of course, weapons, as no one travels unarmed in Baldur's Gate.​
 





Tialaas Kalot

Wood Half-Elf

Level 2 Blood Hunter

AC 15

HP 14/18

Walk 35 ft.

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STR 16 (+3) DEX 16 (+3) CON 13 (+1) INT 19 (+4) WIS 11 (+0) CHA 10 (+0)
The Dwarf’s speech had only served to irritate Tialaas, but he let it go for the sake of progression. If the two kept on with their little pissing contest, next to nothing would have been done. Instead, he let the soldier’s brash words cascade over him, without a hint of reaction. Nobody outside of Nima and himself even knew what truly had occurred, so the Fist’s accusations were nothing but speculation. The others might have been convinced, but Tialaas knew that through his actions whatever doubt was cast his way would be eliminated.
On that note, he listened diligently to what the Dwarf had to say about their mission. It was suspicious how much he knew in comparison to everyone else. But similarly, the Half-Elf didn’t press him on the issue in favor of moving forward with their objective. Though the idea of massacring anyone within the Dungeon left a bad taste in his mouth, regardless if Zodge had told him that directly or not. There was a reason he wouldn’t be taking the blood money of such a ruthless organization, and if their idea of “justice” utilized such vile tactics then there was a clear line being drawn.
Upon their arrival, Tialaas took in what he could of the establishment with a bland expression. He knew generally where the Bathhouse was located, but never had been the kind of individual to actually utilize the facility. The knowledge that an evil cult was being run from the location sent dread running down his spine, especially when he realized that even now civilians were bathing leisurely within the building.
He eyed those within the pools cautiously, for truly any of them could have been cultists simply acting as commoners, but moved on all the same. If what the Dwarf had said was to be trusted, then their entry point would be in a private room. Through simple observation, he determined that the two doors on either side of the bathing area were likely the secluded areas that had been spoken of.
Without a word, Tialaas gestured to the right to alert the others of where he’d investigate first. If nothing else the Fist Soldier had been right about staying quiet, especially before they actually uncovered the hidden space they were searching for. Speaking of such could quickly compromise their entire plan, if marching down to the Bathhouse itself hadn’t exposed them already.
If he wasn’t stopped, Tialaas proceeded to enter through the door on the right side of the room and would then inspect whatever he could on the other side.



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The Dwarf’s speech had only served to irritate Tialaas, but he let it go for the sake of progression. If the two kept on with their little pissing contest, next to nothing would have been done. Instead, he let the soldier’s brash words cascade over him, without a hint of reaction. Nobody outside of Nima and himself even knew what truly had occurred, so the Fist’s accusations were nothing but speculation. The others might have been convinced, but Tialaas knew that through his actions whatever doubt was cast his way would be eliminated.
On that note, he listened diligently to what the Dwarf had to say about their mission. It was suspicious how much he knew in comparison to everyone else. But similarly, the Half-Elf didn’t press him on the issue in favor of moving forward with their objective. Though the idea of massacring anyone within the Dungeon left a bad taste in his mouth, regardless if Zodge had told him that directly or not. There was a reason he wouldn’t be taking the blood money of such a ruthless organization, and if their idea of “justice” utilized such vile tactics then there was a clear line being drawn.
Upon their arrival, Tialaas took in what he could of the establishment with a bland expression. He knew generally where the Bathhouse was located, but never had been the kind of individual to actually utilize the facility. The knowledge that an evil cult was being run from the location sent dread running down his spine, especially when he realized that even now civilians were bathing leisurely within the building.
He eyed those within the pools cautiously, for truly any of them could have been cultists simply acting as commoners, but moved on all the same. If what the Dwarf had said was to be trusted, then their entry point would be in a private room. Through simple observation, he determined that the two doors on either side of the bathing area were likely the secluded areas that had been spoken of.
Without a word, Tialaas gestured to the right to alert the others of where he’d investigate first. If nothing else the Fist Soldier had been right about staying quiet, especially before they actually uncovered the hidden space they were searching for. Speaking of such could quickly compromise their entire plan, if marching down to the Bathhouse itself hadn’t exposed them already.
If he wasn’t stopped, Tialaas proceeded to enter through the door on the right side of the room and would then inspect whatever he could on the other side.
 
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Name: Larassa LaFraeNicknames: Lara, Shadow
Class: RogueLevel: 2
Equipment: Shortbow & Arrows (18/20), Shortsword, 2x Daggers, Leather Armor (AC 16)

Quietly listening to the group's discussion, Larassa noted the newcomer's name, Tialaas. If he had not been standing amidst this group of misfits, he surely would have stood out in a crowd, but Larassa merely added him to the growing list of weirdos she had to work alongside.

Still, Larassa felt someone's gaze on her despite her trying to get away from any prying eyes and she looked up in time to see this Tialaas shift his gaze away from her. She narrowed her eyes at this and sat up rigidly, now on the alert for potential danger. Had he been staring simply because she was the only one to separate from the group? Or had he somehow recognized her from somewhere else? Larassa had one too many reasons to not want to be recognized by anyone right now.

Listening to Hafdan rip Tialaas a new one, Larassa smirked and relaxed slightly. At least the newcomer was not on good terms already. That meant if anything went awry, fewer would care what she did to him in self-defense.

Hafdan moved on to the plan for the group and Larassa's ears flicked in his direction as she silently absorbed all of the information. She had thoroughly enjoyed her bath this morning and was still amazed at how soft her fur actually was when clean. Absentmindedly, she rubbed the back of her neck just to feel the soft fur, though this action could be mistaken as her being nervous.

Hafdan took the lead and Larassa stood up from the tavern steps before trailing after everyone, keeping an eye out for anyone who may have followed them. As she suspected, their group stood out like a sore thumb and so she tried her best to blend in with crowds behind the party instead of walking along with them.

Once they arrived, Larassa focused solely on keeping track of the exits and various hiding opportunities inside of the building. Seeing Tialaas move towards the right door, Larassa mindfully inched over in the direction of the left door, but hesitated, waiting to let someone else take the lead.

Interactions: N/A
Mentions: Dethrix Dethrix (Tialaas), dr xenon dr xenon (Hafdan)
Nearby: Everyone else
 

Hafdan charsheet
Dwarf Fighter - Axe & Shield
HP: (24)
AC: 16/18
Passives:
  • Perception/WIS: 12
  • Investigation/INT: 9
  • Insight/WIS: 14
Action Surge [ ] / Short Rest
Second wind [ ] / Short Rest

Battleaxe: +6, 1d8+4/1d10+4
Handaxe 20/60, +6/+5 1d6+4
Pointing at Fallen Dragon and then Tialaas, Hafdan tries to signal that the Tabaxi should follwo the half-elf, and hopes the rest of his crew goes with him. Looking at Nima, Axtis and Grond he jerks his head toward the door on the left and heads there. He doesn't even try the handle but charges up and kicks the door.

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    N i m a
    Water Genasi - Level 2 Cleric - AC 19 - HP 21/21 - Walk 30 ft - Swim 30 ft
    STR 15 (+2) DEX 8 (-1) CON 18 (+4) INT 13 (+1) WIS* 19 (+4) CHA *11 (+0)

    Nima watched the rest arrive and saw Hafdan confront the elf, at least for a little while. She kept herself in the background of the discussion, and quiet. The familiar faces from yesterday showed up again, including Guin, who was just tossed onto the ground by her muscular Tabaxi companion. She didn't feel rage for the woman anymore, mostly just pity now. She gave a glance at Inula and the Tabaxi, then looked over the rest of the group, and then followed Hafdan.

    Arriving at the bathhouse, Nima barely even took interest in the task at hand. She would see it done, sure, but the less involved she got in the actual dirty work, the better. The heavily armored Genasi followed the dwarf until a certain point where just kicks a door, after which Nima exhales softly and just posts herself a few feet away from it, taking a defensive position and looking around, watching for any threats or people that seemed to be in a hurry to go somewhere.

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Grond is quick to move in, sword in hand, expecting trouble right away.
 
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Upon opening the door, a young woman sitting next to a massage table looked up with a start. Human, with brown hair up in a bun, she stood, a friendly smile replacing her brief surprise. "Oh, hello! Were you wanting a massage?" Her voice was bubbly and enthusiastic, but there was a solid chance it was just obligatory customer service nicety. The offer was interrupted by the sound of a door being kicked open across the room.

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The door flung open to reveal yet another fairly simple massage room, and androgynous human leaping to their feet in surprise at the door's violent opening. Fear lit up their face, and behind Hafdan, people in the pools screamed and scrambled for their stuff, as people are wont to do when violence breaks out in an otherwise peaceful space. Most of them still in the nude, they broke for the door. As for the masseuse, they put their hands up in an immediate gesture of surrender. "Woah, woah! Please don't hurt me, I didn't do anything!"

At least at a glance, all it really seemed they had done was upset a building full of people taking baths.​
 
Grond points at the person that just spoke, and says, "There is a hidden door here, leading down underground. Tell us where it is. Now."
 
Axtis points with her free hand at the impression on the wall. "There it is. Lets make sure that there are no surprises waiting on the door, though." She sheaths her sword and goes over to investigate the door.
 
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Name: Larassa LaFraeNicknames: Lara, Shadow
Class: RogueLevel: 2
Equipment: Shortbow & Arrows (18/20), Shortsword, 2x Daggers, Leather Armor (AC 16)

Larassa watched as most of the party headed to the left and she hung back near the entrance, decisively seeking some seating off to the side. She was just relaxing and beginning to blend into her surroundings when Hafdan kicked open the door. Flinching at the sudden noise, Larassa pinned her ears against her head and then glared in Hafdan's direction as, undoubtedly, chaos ensued with people fleeing the building. So much for maintaining any ounce of cover.

Sighing, Larassa remained sitting where she was for the time being. She was in no rush to face anyone in combat in that room and she was well within earshot to hear the party seeking a hidden entrance.

Glancing around the main room of this building, Larassa pulled out her hand crossbow and loaded a bolt while she waited for the party to either enter the next area or for someone to rush into the building to assail them.

Readied attack, waiting for potential combatants to surprise attack.

Interactions: N/A
Mentions: dr xenon dr xenon (Hafdan)
Nearby: Everyone else
 





Tialaas Kalot

Wood Half-Elf

Level 2 Blood Hunter

AC 15

HP 14/18

Walk 35 ft.

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STR 16 (+3) DEX 16 (+3) CON 13 (+1) INT 19 (+4) WIS 11 (+0) CHA 10 (+0)
Tialaas gave the woman a curt nod of acknowledgment, but his attention was elsewhere. He scanned the room carefully for anything that seemed out of place, and quickly located a door-like impression on the opposite wall. When he heard the door of the left room slam open, and the ensuing shouts that came from the encounter with whoever was within the space, Tialaas sighed and gave the worker before him an apologetic shrug.
“Excuse the belligerence, but I think you ought to leave. Flaming Fist business and all that.” He informed her, as he flashed his badge for the third time that day to give the woman an indication of just how serious everything was.
“Gather your patrons, and evacuate them. We have information that dark deeds have been done in secrecy here.” The Half-Elf instructed as he moved past the masseuse and made his way to what he could only assume to be the Cult’s hidden entrance to their dungeon. If she didn’t stop him in any way, then Tialaas tentatively touched the impression and began to inspect it. Of course, there could have been curses or traps worked into it as an obstruction, but it was a chance he was willing to take. He pushed his section of the wall inwards, and if it opened he proceeded to shout and alert the others of the discovered entryway.



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Tialaas gave the woman a curt nod of acknowledgment, but his attention was elsewhere. He scanned the room carefully for anything that seemed out of place, and quickly located a door-like impression on the opposite wall. When he heard the door of the left room slam open, and the ensuing shouts that came from the encounter with whoever was within the space, Tialaas sighed and gave the worker before him an apologetic shrug.
“Excuse the belligerence, but I think you ought to leave. Flaming Fist business and all that.” He informed her, as he flashed his badge for the third time that day to give the woman an indication of just how serious everything was.
“Gather your patrons, and evacuate them. We have information that dark deeds have been done in secrecy here.” The Half-Elf instructed as he moved past the masseuse and made his way to what he could only assume to be the Cult’s hidden entrance to their dungeon. If she didn’t stop him in any way, then Tialaas tentatively touched the impression and began to inspect it. Of course, there could have been curses or traps worked into it as an obstruction, but it was a chance he was willing to take. He pushed his section of the wall inwards, and if it opened he proceeded to shout and alert the others of the discovered entryway.
 
"And who is to say these patrons aren't accomplices?" Fallen Dragon asked darkly. Clearly having no qualms about being 'thorough'.

"If we are so sure they aren't linked. Then we should ignore them and they can flee if they are smart. We shouldn't be wasting time organizing an evacuation when it is very likely they have lookouts for just such raids. We are here to kill, not protect."
 





Tialaas Kalot

Wood Half-Elf

Level 2 Blood Hunter

AC 15

HP 14/18

Walk 35 ft.

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STR 16 (+3) DEX 16 (+3) CON 13 (+1) INT 19 (+4) WIS 11 (+0) CHA 10 (+0)
Tialaas pursed his lips at the large Tabaxi’s words. Clearly such a statement didn’t bode well with the adventurer, and he turned to look the man in his eyes before he spoke.
“I was not given orders to kill at random. These people are innocent until proven guilty. More importantly, they’re naked and without weaponry.” He rebutted coldly, with clear distrust etched into his tone.
“Even if they are Cultists, if they run we can leave it to the Fist’s to round them up. If they come for us, then they’re fair game.” The Half-Elf added, though it was clear that he understood the warrior's concerns. He too had wondered if those that had been bathing were simply fanatics in hiding. But sopping wet fighters didn’t make the greatest defensive force.
"I was suggesting that the masseuse should help them get out, not us." Tialaas elaborated.



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Tialaas pursed his lips at the large Tabaxi’s words. Clearly, such a statement didn’t bode well with the adventurer, and he turned to look the man in his eyes before he spoke.
“I was not given orders to kill at random. These people are innocent until proven guilty. More importantly, they’re naked and without weaponry.” He rebutted coldly, with clear distrust etched into his tone.
“Even if they are Cultists, if they run we can leave it to the Fist’s to round them up. If they come for us, then they’re fair game.” The Half-Elf added, though it was clear that he understood the warrior's concerns. He too had wondered if those that had been bathing were simply fanatics in hiding. But sopping wet fighters didn’t make the greatest defensive force.
"I was suggesting that the masseuse should help them get out, not us." Tialaas elaborated.
 
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Tialaas Kalot

Wood Half-Elf

Level 2 Blood Hunter

AC 15

HP 14/18

Walk 35 ft.

D. Rex D. Rex

STR 16 (+3) DEX 16 (+3) CON 13 (+1) INT 19 (+4) WIS 11 (+0) CHA 10 (+0)
Tialaas pursed his lips at the large Tabaxi’s words. Clearly such a statement didn’t bode well with the adventurer, and he turned to look the man in his eyes before he spoke.
“I was not given orders to kill at random. These people are innocent until proven guilty. More importantly, they’re naked and without weaponry.” He rebutted coldly, with clear distrust etched into his tone.
“Even if they are Cultists, if they run we can leave it to the Fist’s to round them up. If they come for us, then they’re fair game.” The Half-Elf added, though it was clear that he understood the warrior's concerns. He too had wondered if those that had been bathing were simply fanatics in hiding. But sopping wet fighters didn’t make the greatest defensive force.



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Tialaas pursed his lips at the large Tabaxi’s words. Clearly, such a statement didn’t bode well with the adventurer, and he turned to look the man in his eyes before he spoke.
“I was not given orders to kill at random. These people are innocent until proven guilty. More importantly, they’re naked and without weaponry.” He rebutted coldly, with clear distrust etched into his tone.
“Even if they are Cultists, if they run we can leave it to the Fist’s to round them up. If they come for us, then they’re fair game.” The Half-Elf added, though it was clear that he understood the warrior's concerns. He too had wondered if those that had been bathing were simply fanatics in hiding. But sopping wet fighters didn’t make the greatest defensive force.
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The tabaxi returned the look with a deadpan stare. "The only orders I was given was 'by any means necessary' and an objective. As well as a polite request not to burn down all of the lower district."

But, oddly enough, Fallen dragon did give a predatory feline grin. Definitely not one of goodwill. "Welcome to Baldur's Gate. Where the Law is as putrid as its sewers and where babies steal their mothers milk at knifepoint. Justice and Innocence do not exist here, elf."

He spread his hands apart, in a disarmed gesture, and the grin somehow widened. " I need no weapons to kill. And magic can be cast regardless of ones nudity."

Dragon's smile fell back to seriousness as he continued. "The Captain wants them dead. He sent us to 'round them up'. I doubt he would appreciate us panning the work back off on him."
 





Tialaas Kalot

Wood Half-Elf

Level 2 Blood Hunter

AC 15

HP 14/18

Walk 35 ft.

D. Rex D. Rex

STR 16 (+3) DEX 16 (+3) CON 13 (+1) INT 19 (+4) WIS 11 (+0) CHA 10 (+0)
The Half-Elf stared at the large feline for a moment as he took in what the man had to say. He watched the Tabaxi closely, his face only displaying the faintest of frowns as the warrior's speech continued. Of course, Tialaas knew the nature of Baldur’s Gate. It was a part of the reason he’d been sent to the city in the first place. The sadistic evil that pervaded the entire town was sickening but gave him the motivation to fight the clear wrongs that could be found every day.
“Justice and innocence exist regardless if there are those who acknowledge it. If these people were spellcasters, they would have bound us in arcane power the moment our merry band of weapon toting “deputies” entered the Bathhouse.” He countered, with a frigid clarity to his voice. His scowl became more apparent as the malicious cat even began to smile.
“By any means necessary is sloppy, but I’d expect nothing more from a Flaming Fist who beats the people he’s supposed to protect on a regular basis.” Tialaas scoffed before he turned his attention back on the Tabaxi man alongside him.
“Let’s entertain that thought, shall we? We kill everyone in those baths, but it turns out they were civilians. Then we deal with the Cultists and save the day, right? Zodge takes the credit but doesn’t want to explain why so many Upper City citizens died in his operation. Who takes the blame, the man seeking a promotion or the house cat with an eye for collateral damage?” The Blood Hunter challenged as he brought reality into the situation. They were expendable in this mission, just a group of unaffiliated workers with weapons that had no ties to the Flaming Fists other than a few badges and the promise of stolen gold. How well would their story do under inspection? Even the Dwarf had mentioned that functionally anyone could simply steal the credentials they now held. The situation was a win, win for the Captain. He could just keep lobbing more people like themselves at the Cultists until something stuck.
“Don’t be the animal they’re counting on.” He finished earnestly, though his face revealed little emotion.



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The Half-Elf stared at the large feline for a moment as he took in what the man had to say. He watched the Tabaxi closely, his face only displaying the faintest of frowns as the warrior's speech continued. Of course, Tialaas knew the nature of Baldur’s Gate. It was a part of the reason he’d been sent to the city in the first place. The sadistic evil that pervaded the entire town was sickening but gave him the motivation to fight the clear wrongs that could be found every day.
“Justice and innocence exist regardless if there are those who acknowledge it. If these people were spellcasters, they would have bound us in arcane power the moment our merry band of weapon toting “deputies” entered the Bathhouse.” He countered, with a frigid clarity to his voice. His scowl became more apparent as the malicious cat even began to smile.
“By any means necessary is sloppy, but I’d expect nothing more from a Flaming Fist who beats the people he’s supposed to protect on a regular basis.” Tialaas scoffed before he turned his attention back on the Tabaxi man alongside him.
“Let’s entertain that thought, shall we? We kill everyone in those baths, but it turns out they were civilians. Then we deal with the Cultists and save the day, right? Zodge takes the credit but doesn’t want to explain why so many Upper City citizens died in his operation. Who takes the blame, the man seeking a promotion or the house cat with an eye for collateral damage?” The Blood Hunter challenged as he brought reality into the situation. They were expendable in this situation, just a group of unaffiliated workers with weapons that had no ties to the Flaming Fist’s than a few badges and the promise of stolen gold. How well would their story do under inspection? Even the Dwarf had mentioned that functionally anyone could simply steal the credentials they now held. The situation was a win, win for the Captain. He could just keep lobbing more people like themselves at the Cultists until something stuck.
“Don’t be the animal they’re counting on.” He finished earnestly, though his face revealed little emotion.
 
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Chise
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HP: 14/14, AC: 14/17 (Mage Armor is up), Speed: 25
2nd Level Wizard, Halfling
Wearing a hooded cloak over common clothes.
Carrying a Light Crossbow and Dagger
Advantage against Fear


Psychie Psychie
As Axtis taps on the impression in the wall, an audible click heralds the door slowly swinging open into the massage parlor (the hinges are plainly on the inside to keep it concealed).

"Maybe one surprise," says a short Halfling woman wearing a hooded cloak. While she appears armed, her hands are free and held up in the classic inoffensive 'don't shoot' position.

Dethrix Dethrix D. Rex D. Rex
"Maybe more than one surprise if you people keep yelling like that," she says, pitching her soft voice up a bit to fill the massage room now crowded with adventurers. She gives Tialaas' brandished Flaming Fist badge a quick nod. "About time you folks showed. I've been here for hours and was about to make a move on my own when you didn't report in. I'm Chise. Here for the same reasons you are. Unless those reasons are threatening a bunch of naked people, in which case I'm not here for the same reasons you are and I'll leave you to it."

The Halfling waves one of her empty hands back in the direction of a now-revealed darkened passageway.
 
Axtis jumps back from the speaker inside the door in surprise. "Another one sent here to stop this cult?" She shakes her head. "At this point, we are almost our own army, not just a bunch of enforcers." Looking at Chise she asks, "Have you scouted ahead at all? Any ideas on the layout or the number of cultists we are dealing with?"
 
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Chise
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HP: 14/14, AC: 14/17 (Mage Armor is up), Speed: 25
2nd Level Wizard, Halfling
Wearing a hooded cloak over common clothes.
Carrying a Light Crossbow and Dagger
Advantage against Fear


Psychie Psychie
The small Halfling shrugs once. "If it's not cults, it's always something in Baldur's Gate. A little army can go a long way but even this much muscle wouldn't clear the Undercellar out. It'll be Tymora's grace if this lot isn't at least as bad."

At the more pointed request, the burnette woman shakes her head. "I have an ally just ahead to give us advance warning but if they'd spotted her, it might tip them off to more coming. I wanted to give the backup the advantage of surprise, if we can possibly swing it. Assuming you're all capable of being discreet."

Sherwood Sherwood dr xenon dr xenon
The hooded Halfling gives the Dragonborn soldier Grond and the Dwarven warrior an appraising look before uttering a sigh. "Well, maybe if you hold up the rear, the rest of our bodies will absorb enough of the noise you'll make in that armor that no one will notice. It's been known to happen. I might be able to arrange a distraction, for that matter, if we're detected."

"But the longer we stand here, the greater the risk that a regular stops in to use the secret door we're just holding open here. Let's get a move on?"
 

Hafdan charsheet
Dwarf Fighter - Axe & Shield
HP: (24)
AC: 16/18
Passives:
  • Perception/WIS: 12
  • Investigation/INT: 9
  • Insight/WIS: 14
Action Surge [ ] / Short Rest
Second wind [ ] / Short Rest

Battleaxe: +6, 1d8+4/1d10+4
Handaxe 20/60, +6/+5 1d6+4
"Sounds good enough to me," Hafdan replies. "Let's be on with it then. So long as you can tell me who your orders are from?"

Epiphany Epiphany
 
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