[Lords of Creation] (Qing Jin's Library) Chapter 1: A Series of Unfortunate Events

Sarky

Sarky

Drunken master
The streets of Azure are only slightly less crowded at night. There is ALWAYS money to be made. The taverns will be doing business until the wee hours, the night markets are in full swing, sailors come and go from the docks, stumbling aboard completely drunk or heading ashore in order to become so. The rich residential areas have guards patrolling to ensure the noise is kept down, the rest of the city has to make do.


Everyone in the Gutted Fish:


zzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz... :)


Ever-Flowing Radiance:


The few people on the street part to let you pass for the most part, looking as you do rather noble and possibly dangerous. Until a large crowd blocks your progress. Trying to slip through, you and a half-dozen other people are knocked flying by... A single backhand? It's swiftly followed by a voice utterly rock-solid in its sense of authority and superiority.


"Get out of our way, mortals. We have monsters to slay."


Looking up, you see a squad of twenty or so Imperial soldiers roughly shouldering their way through the crowds. At their front stands what can only be a Dragon-Blood. He's tall, powerfully built, with rough stony skin and almost gem-like emerald green eyes. He is encased in beautiful white jade armour which would crush most people under the weight, yet he moves as if it were made of paper. He has a gigantic scythe draped almost casually over one shoulder.


As they pass, you pick out another Dragon-Blood or two behind the mortal troops. A woman in red armour with a delicate-looking daiklave, a man in green robes embroidered with metallic blue sigils.


The banners are unmistakeable. The Wyld Hunt is here, and they are quite clearly headed towards the Gutted Fish inn.


Alia:


Looks like the Hunt is on the move at last. After the gods only know how long following them, it looks like they have a target. Earlier in the night, you saw someone approach their ship in the docks, claiming information on Anathema. After a dozen soldiers had levelled weapons at the hapless peasant, a giant of a man came out to meet him, dressed in such finery, and looking so arrogant, that he could only be from the Realm. "Speak, then." He rumbled.


You were too far away to hear the whole conversation, but you caught phrases like "Anathema" , "Forsaken" , "Gutted Fish inn" , "talking loudly of forbidden things" and "sleeping in a room upstairs".


Anathema! Maybe people like you! More than one! Praise the gods!


The giant man tossed him a pouch of jade obols, a fortune to anyone but a Dynast, and disappeared back into the ship. Half an hour later, he emerged in massive plate armour and warscythe over his shoulder, with two other Dynasts, one looking like a sorcerer. With about twenty soldiers, they set off, probably to this Gutted Fish inn.
 
He was whistling a familiar tune, for anyone who had been interested in theatre just a few years before, the melody from a part where he had played, of all things, a grand hero who claimed a mountain for a princess he would never meet, thanks to his untimely death.


Irony, as his note died as he looked up from the curve of his white gloved hand, seeing the tell-tale sign of trouble as a large bulk of the crowd came his way. ---those banners. Those Dragon-blooded.


<"Shit!"> Spoken in Sky-tongue, having no reason to use the language he had been forcing himself. He rechecked how secure his belt was, hanging on his hips, and then spoke plainly in Seatongue, in case of prying ears.


"My damned coin-purse! I left it in my room!" And thus, his excuse to run. Not in sight of this Wyld Hunt, no, he'd have to take a less direct path, but he'd have to get back to that room as quickly as possible. The cute little engineer and the poet of blood would not be dying on his hands. As he started to move, he made a warbling whistle with his fingers, perhaps ruining his gloves with the saliva that embedded itself---but hey, a Pirate-King doesn't have a Crew for nothing.


If anyone of his hundred-strong men were in earshot, it was a simple distress call. Cap'n needed help. A few men tried to stay within reasonable distance of him at all times, if anything so that the hundred-strong crew made it on the ships in case of hasty retreat. And, then again, to protect their Captain. And this was a cry for the 'help' aspect.


But little Kana and --- dammit, whatever his name was. The Sworder. They were just as important as his own skin.


OOC: ((Of course, he's merely worried they might be the cause of suspicion due to Rev's marked interest in the First Age, Kana's apparent knowledge of artifact firewands, and Aero's heroic mortal display of power.))
 
Otter


The otter awoke in the night after urinating on Kain's chest with a yawn. It rubbed its little otter eyes before looking around. The creature then, wanting to see the stars moved from his chest and scurried over to the window where to would watch the moon and the stars. Kain was going to be asleep for a while it seemed, but it was more then capable of entertaining itself.
 
Kain:


You awake to the unique sensation of an otter biting your nose. It's still dark out, but however long you slept has cleared your head enough. The otter is spooked. Through its gestures and whines, you get the impression that it's certain something very bad is coming this way.


{That's the best awareness roll I've ever made for an otter...}


Ever-Flowing Radiance:


You arrive at the Gutted Fish somewhat out of breath, but you rally well enough to hide it as you head inside. Nobody glances at you more than they usually do. By your reckoning, you have maybe 5 minutes at most before the Hunt shows up on the doorstep.
 
Kain grumbled slightly as he watched his otter freak out. He also felt a little wet as he looked down.


"Did you pee on me?"


Kain got up with a bit of disgust before taking off his shirt and tossing it to the side. He then looked at the otter as he freaked out some more. Something was wrong, and by the looks of it something that was much worse then midnight urination.


Kain couldn't see any visible dangers in the room, so he moved to the window to look outside, finding that to be the next best possible answer.


"Wish you could talk sometimes, or at least wouldn't pee on my chest..."


Perception + Awareness (best I ever got with a Kain too >_>)


Kain rolled the following in his 5 dice:


8, 10, 7, 10, 9


Using 7 as the target number, the roll resulted in 7 successes.
 
If the door was locked, it's been kicked open. If not, the noise of Radiance yanking the sheets from Aero's body and lightly running his (clean) gloved hand over Kana to quickly wake them up was still around the same idea--he was waking them up as quickly and 'quietly' as possible. He slammed the door shut and pressed his body against the outer wall, looking out the window.


The string of Skytongue as the man muttered to himself included such curses and phrases that they can't really be reprinted in Common. Sorry!


Reverting back to Low Realm--still broken in his hurry-- <"Weird Hunters.">


He shook his head, drawing a weapon and 'breaking' it open, fumbling with his weird, almost squishy ammunition. "<Wyld Hunt, I am meaning, yes?>"


Eyes locked out the window, he snapped the weapon shut and holstered it again, repeating the motion with the opposite side of his body. "<T'ree Dragons, handfuls of mortals.>"


He nodded at Aeroulus. "<You are Sun-Kissed, too, yes?>" He gestured at his forehead with the barrel of his gun as he snapped it shut with a satisfying click, and holstered the weapon. Two, fully loaded ancient revolvers. Ten shots between them.


"<My girl, I do not know about you.>" His face winced an apology at Kana for his poor Low Realm, "<But guilt by association, yes?>"


Back to Skytongue, as if speaking out-loud to himself would make him feel less retarded. "<Dammit, why doesn't anyone speak a standard language around here? Low ain't even close to easy. How the fuck do you try and converse in a trade language anyway? Dammit!>"


He stood up, gesturing to Aeroulus to approach. And back to the fun of Low Realm: "<Maybe three minutes. Maybe two. We need to move.>"
 
"What the bloodclot?!"


Aeroulus muttered as the door slammed open and he felt his sheets being taken off him. Lazily, his eyes looked at the Captain and his excited expression on his face. His teeth hissed against one another, and he rubbed his eyes as they adjusted to the darkness.


Now normally, Aeroulus would've said something smart or would have just ignored him as he tried to go back to sleep. There was something in Ever-Flowing voice, that made him just snapped awake. The term hunter to be precised and his brow cocked up as he lifted himself from the bed, and stretched out his arms for a minute. "Did you just say....hunters"


Really now. How the hell did the Dragon Blood find him so quickly? It literally was a few days ago that he had Exalted, and he didn't think he would have to worry about them as long as he laid low. At least not so soon. Could it have been the fight yesterday that trigger some suspicion? Regardless of what it was, they were already on his hide. "Shit. I guess the hat's outta the bag now. Yeah. Sunkissed, Exaled. Whatever you wanna call it. Point is, we gotta breeze outta here and fast." Though normally proper, in times of worry his dialect shifted.


He conjoin words, and abbreviated them to get the point across as quickly as possible. "If we run through the downstairs though, and they see us running , they're gonna know it's us. We're gonna have to find another way out. Whether it's through a back or jumping outta a window. Let's make some plans now."
 
Ever-flowing Radiance felt his mind racing, but he couldn't really focus out of a mixture of fear and excitement. Eyes pressed out the window as he was doing earlier in the day, cheek against the wood surprisingly cool to the touch. He could have trembled.


"<We jump out of other window, yeah, yeah?>" He pointed at the door, suggesting they perhaps use someone else's room to do their escaping from.


There was no sign of his crew, despite his desperate whistle. He would have cursed at himself for it, but it was their first day in port. Things always went bad the first day in port. Poor bastards probably had their own issues to deal with.


...all of them.


Radiance took a breath. Trying to force his mind to think in Low Realm so it was easier to communicate.


"<We gotta do something.>"


He shoved his weight away from the wall, almost running across the room to the door, pressing his ear to it for a moment, taking a breath, and looking at the other two.


"<Well?!>"
 
Kana


Kana was instantly up at the sound of the door, and moved for her sais, pausing a second as Radiance moved to wake her, and then continuing once she heard what he said. In a flurry of seatongue curses, Kana was up and making ready to escape out the window.


<Seatongue>"I vote for the window, but we need a way out of the city faster than feet I imagine."</seatongue>


"Sorry, I think we should head out the window, but we'll need to find a way out of the city."


Kana moves to the window to scout out an escape route.


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Perception+Awareness


Kana rolled the following on her 9 dice:


5, 5, 6, 10, 9, 6, 7, 5, 10


Using 7 as the target number, the roll resulted in 6 successes.
 
Fascinating.


Alia had seen it all; the human scum selling the Solars out, the man too transparently surprised and worried by the thought of the Wyld hunt - and even more incriminatingly, his near-immediate insistence on getting back to the inn. Whether he was a Solar or not, she wasn't sure, but it was likely that he was at least their ally. So far, so good. Her bright idea had paid off; no one would expect a Solar to be so stupid as to follow the Wyld Hunt around, so she'd more or less gotten away with it. There really was something to be said for doing things dumb enough that no one would expect them to be done; they provided an excellent subterfuge to mask one's real intentions.


And hers, the Solars in the inn, were very likely to need help. From what she had heard of the man's story earlier, one - or possibly more, she wasn't quite sure - of the Solars apparently had all of the tact of the Kukla on a bad hair day. That meant new. Newer than her anyways. Solars were excellent combatants, but as Alia knew all too well from bitter experience, they were far from invincible - especially after just Exalting and faced by superior, well-trained enemy forces. She didn't have the ability to instantly judge the abilities of the Terrestrials, but at the very least, they looked competent. If a little... understaffed, at any rate; she had never faced it personally, but she had always assumed the Wyld hunt was dozens of Terrestrials strong, and that was how they killed Anathema. Numbers and tactics, not... a couple Terrestrials and a few human soldiers.


Alia shrugged, not particularly worried about the human soldiers - her focus was on the Solars and Terrestrials, the real players here. The Wyld Hunt, in particular - they had very nearly reached the tavern, and she hadn't seen anyone jumping out of the windows to escape - unless it had been false information, that unfortunately suggested that they might still be in there. The nobleman, too - he'd disappeared inside and not yet emerged. Granted, she was a good three, four hundred meters away and didn't have perfect vision, but the moon was full and it really wasn't hard to notice people leaving anyways - you didn't get to be an archer without good vision and ability to discern even minor details quickly and accurately, after all.


So. That meant that if they were even awake, they were... probably trapped inside. She mumbled an expletive under her breath as she stayed low, doing her best to avoid the attention of the Wyld Hunt a mere few hundred meters away. At least they had their backs to her for the time being, though that could very easily change if she did anything stupid.


Like, say, shooting them.


Of course, she was already grabbing her bow from its place on her back and fishing for a target arrow from the quiver - something that took entirely longer than it should have; she REALLY needed to divide up her stock of arrows better, maybe even compartmentalize them - and waited. Watched and waited, as low above the roofline as she could be while still keeping both eyes above the low ledge, waiting or something to happen. As much as she wanted to play the dashing hero and save theem all with a well-placed flurry of arrows, only a complete moron would take on an entire... well, whatever a trio of dragonblooded and some soldiers was called. A fang? A talon? She wasn't a military commander, she didn't have a damn idea.


She did know better than to start shooting, though. Didn't need decades of military training to know that.


{OOC: hiding atop a roof with a ledge on it, head barely above the ledge to watch. Not making a sound. I'm assuming the DB are 50-100 meters from the inn at this point, she's about 200 meters behind them, 250-300 meters away from the inn itself. If I god-modded by saying that they had almost reached the inn, tell me so I can just edit that out or fix it or something please!}
 
Kain:


Your room looks out over the front of the inn, so you have a fantastic view of what is to come. From the dark of your window, you see the same thing Alia sees, from the opposite side. Then you hear the giant man speak.


Inn bedroom:


Kana's eyes adjust quickly to the night outside, and limited options become apparent. The ground must be almost 25 feet below, rough uneven cobblestones, which bring images of sprained or snapped ankles to mind. The window looks out over a narrow alley, dead end to the left, the right leads out to the front of the inn. Even now you can hear the rhythmic sound of disciplined marching soldiers. They sound close. Opposite the window is a slightly lower rooftop, it appears the building opposite is undergoing repairs or renovations. The distance is about 8-10 feet, it could be jumped. From looking at it you reckon by hopping from roof to roof you could quickly get 5 or 6 streets away before having to touch the ground. A quick glance up confirms you're on the top floor, the roof overlaps the top of the wall in a series of large wooden beams. It wouldn't be too difficult to climb onto the inn's roof.


Alia:


You watch the small troop approach the inn. The Dragon-Bloods each make military gestures, and each third of the mortal soldiers breaks off in different directions. One group heads to the side-alley by the inn, another third faces the front of the inn and knocks arrows in longbows, and the other third draws large shields and moves in front of the archers to cover them. The Dragon-Blood in green robes gestures to himself and with a glow of essence his skin takes on the metallic hue of bronze. He nods to the Heavily armoured man, who unlimbers his massive scythe. The red-armoured woman draws her weapon, and the man in green folds his arms. The armoured man speaks.


Everyone:


You hear a booming male voice piercing the normal city sounds. His voice must be augmented with essence to carry so clearly.


"I am Cathak Daniin Celadus, of the Wyld Hunt. The inn is surrounded, Anathema. Come out now, and you will both have a swift death. Defy the Perfected Hierarchy no longer, accept your fates and die with honour. If you do not, we will destroy the inn and everyone in it, and you die a coward's death. I give you 30 seconds."
 
Kain


A high pitched girly scream burst from Kain’s mouth as he stumbled backwards tripping on the bed and knocking several things over before finally falling on his ass. Kain began muttering the words, “not good†over and over to himself as he put on his armored shirt. The otter quickly climbed him and jumped into one of his pockets. A second later Kain bust down the door to his room looking around frantically for anything or anyone that he could use to escape.


Kain rolled the following in his 5 dice:


2, 3, 6, 8, 8


Using 7 as the target number, the roll resulted in 2 successes.
 
Kain:


You hear a familiar voice coming from an open door at the end of the hall. You dimly remember trying to hire the voice as a bodyguard earlier. She seems to be saying something about hopping out a window.
 
Kain quickly moved to the door and burst inside trying not to waist a single second. He paused for a second as he did seeing the three of them in there.


“Did I just bust into a medieval orgy?â€


Kain quickly got his focus back, and closed the door behind him before turning back to the group. He was out of breath, and very clearly freaking out right now. He reached around in his pockets checking all the stuff he had making sure he had the bulb, the weed he bought the day before, and his money on him.


“Ok, so I don’t know you, you don’t know me but let’s agree that fire is hot right? No one here wants to be on fire! So what do you say we all pretend to be good friends and you let me climb out your window to safety? That was what you were doing right? Heard something like that outside, came running in, you know.â€


Kain talked pretty fast and without much pauses, making what he was saying maybe a bit hard to keep up with. Kain was a little frantic however.
 
Kana


Kana nods quickly at Kain, and offers, "Kana, but now's not the time."


Looking back to the others, "We can hop across rooftops if we go this way. It's about 8 feet to the nearest roof, 25 to the ground, and the only way out once down there is around front. We are on the top floor so we could go up as well."


Kana opens the window quietly, and prepares to exit. She pauses a moment to see what the others plan to do, and then drops out of sight.


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Kana runs halfway down the building (Wall Climbing Technique, 1m personal), jumps down to the alley, runs up the opposite building (Wall Climbing Technique, 1m personal), and crouches on the roof.


Let me know if there should be any rolls in there.


Current state


Personal 13 / 15


Peripheral 32 / 36
 
"Damn it! I forgot jumping out of the window meant jumping out of a window!"


The sudden realization that he was going to be jumping out of a window attempting to get to the next building finally hit Kain that second. That was when he saw Kana move, it didn't take much to know she was exalted after that little stunt.


"Holy... she's the other exalted?"
 
Everyone:


The voice booms out again:


"So be it! May your next lives be more righteous. Light the arrows. Teela, stay here. Gideon, squad 3, with me. Let's make sure they die in there."


Alia:


After ordering the inn and everyone in it destroyed, the large man calls for the squad near the alley and the man in robes, and they begin to head down the narrow lane. They're roughly 20 meters away.


Inn bedroom:


Shadows can plainly be seen on the right, as a squad of troops marches down toward the corner.
 
Aeroulus


's head shot back as he watched Kain enter the room, which seemed to kills his mood further. "Great. Now the drunks here too." And by the time he turned his head, Kana had already been out of the bedroom. Now Aeroulus was going make his way for the window a swell had he not been stopped by Kain's words. "Wait. What did you mean by other" But before he could hear anything else, the loud booming voice saying he was going to burn down the building.


"Damn them. Have they no remorse for the others in this blasted inn?" He shouted while withdrawing both of his blades from their hints, holding them in the traditional front grip. "Seeing how our friend was able to make it to the roof top without us, we're just going to have to go out fighting. At least I am. I don't know about you but I refuse to have my life end by a bunch of second rate soldiers." He put emphasis on the last part of the sentence as he made his way to the door of the room. With them approaching from the right, where else could he really go?
 
Kana


Kana moves away from the edge of the roof silently and tries to conceal herself.


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Not sure if it's a 'the other side of the slope' type roof or a flat roof, but generally trying to stay hidden and activating Ebon Shadow Form (5m personal). If no one else comes out the window I'll try to slip around this group to the front side.


Dex+Stealth to hide from DB and followers


Kana rolled the following on her 8 dice:


1, 8, 6, 5, 4, 10, 6, 3


Using 7 as the target number, the roll resulted in 3 successes.


Status


Personal 8/15


Peripheral 32/36
 
The inn? The entire inn?


Alia was far from the most principled of women, nor the kindest, but she definitely had a weak spot in the form of her compassion. A rather gaping weak spot, really; the kind that you tend to get exploited by when someone smarter than you comes along, finds out about it, and uses it to make you do stupid shit.


In this particular moment, however, Alia was far from viewing it as a weakness. No, she was too busy rapidly growing incensed at the blatant lack of caring for the citizens the Realm ostensibly protected. All because a few Solars might be in the building. Oh, they hadn't done anything horrible yet, if they were even there. She hadn't heard about any mass butchery, she was sure of that. No, this particular group's primary crime was that of simply existing.


Her blood boiling, Alia snapped. Instead of just watching and waiting, looking for an opportune moment to help, she gave in to her anger. She channeled her righteous anger, and silently nocking the target arrow she had retrieved a few moments ago, she rose.


Those accursed scum!


The massive powerbow, infinitely more difficult than a mortal bow to draw even an inch, stretched instantly under her strength. Moreso than her own strength, moreso than her attunement, her anger guided her hands as much as her skill and training. This - Dragonblooded, this monster. So ready to put an entire inn full of mortals to the torch, for so base and detached a reason.


Alia had seen many horrible things in her lifetime. She had lived with bandits for a decade, even seen their raids. They were merciless. They killed innocents. But they did not do it without a second thought, they were not remorseless inhuman monsters - she had seen the human sides of many of them around the campfire, talked to some of them. Very, very few of them could say, with absolute certainty and no catch in their voice, that they did not regret it to some degree. They did it to live in a world that no longer encouraged life, because they had failed at normal life. These Dragonblooded scum...


She breathed out deeply, knowing better than to try to fire mid-breath or while so worked up.


Bloody inhuman murderers!


She breathed in, deeply, feeling the air in her lungs as her aim wobbled slightly. Would be nice if she had a scope, an aiming aid, but alas, she had no access to First Age technology. She'd have to do it by hand.


Another deep breath, as the man approached the corner, his back gradually turnings towards her.


This was it. She wouldn't have anywhere near as good a chance again.


Another breath as she steadied herself, forcing her trembling hands to stay perfectly still, steadying the gargantuan bow with an ease that belied her small size. Such were the benefits of Exaltation, of a mind and body honed for this one moment of justice.


And then, the moment.


It happened in a silent flash of movement, accompanied by little more than an expenditure of essence that was swallowed whole by the air around her with little more than the slightest of flickers. Even the twang of the bow was muffled by the darkness around her, the moon blotted out from behind her by a taller building that rose behind her.


The arrow lept into the air with all the force of a typhoon, such force behind it that it was a veritable harpoon of wood and steel.


{Channeling Compassion (3 dots) for 1 willpower, adding 3 dice to her attack pool. Normal attack pool is 15 accuracy, all things considered; expending 10 essence to add 5 automatic successes to the roll. All told, 18 dice + 5 automatic suxx


Alia rolled the following in her 18 dice:


10, 3, 1, 1, 8, 6, 1, 9, 1, 1, 5, 3, 8, 7, 9, 10, 10, 6


Using 7 as the target number, the roll resulted in 11 successes.


16 successes total, and I have no fucking idea what kind of soak the guys have. It WAS a stealth attack, though - she's more or less hidden, though certainly not for long given that the DB aren't total morons. Downside: she's going to git raep as soon as they find her unless the rest of you bastards show up, and Radiance's crew takes care of the extras. Plus side: sneak attack negates all DVs, and Earth caste DB don't have a surprise-negating charm so that's 16 suxx + 9L lethal damage from the bow, minus 50% of the DB's soak for post-soak damage - Target Arrows for piercing ftw. Overall pre-soak of 25L damage.}


EDUT: and for stats, which I forgot. She's had the peripheral motes invested in Crane and Spider stances for like a year now, so I'm just assuming they're perma-committed; saves me the trouble of actually activating them, at the cost of never getting to play with those ~7 motes. So. Given that she used 10 motes (the maximum allowed, sadly...) to fuel that attack, she's left with 2/12 personal pool, 15/29 peripheral pool, and after the -1 willpower, 5 Willpower remaining. She better start stunting or she's going to be a very dead Exalt, very quickly.
 
Alia:


{adding 2 stunt dice for general "because this will be cool if it works"-ness: Results for 2 dice: 3 successes [ 0 8 ] (TN: 7)


19 successes total, target arrow reduces armour soak to 8L, Stamina soak = 3, so 8 damage dice.


Results for 8 dice: 5 successes [ 8 0 2 0 6 8 2 8 ] (TN: 7)


Given impetus by your fury, the arrow slams hard into the right shoulder of Cathak Celadus. You can hear his grunt from there, and the force of the blow spins him and drops him to his knees, clutching at the foot-long shaft sticking out of his back. The soldiers around him jump at the sudden attack, but rally quickly and form a defensive ring around him, searching in vain for the source of the shot.


The man in green begins whispering and crouches down behind the soldiers as best he can, although you can see him well enough from the green essence glow that begins to form around him.


The woman in red gestures at the line of archers, and 5 of them turn around and flank her, searching for the attacker.


{Perception + Awareness + 1st Excellency- Results for 8 dice: 4 successes [ 2 2 7 8 9 3 2 9 ] (TN: 7) }


She points towards you, but two buildings off to the left. She and the archers advance in that direction.


Everyone:


You hear a whoosh, a pained grunt, and someone crying out "AMBUSH!" The shadows at the end of the alley stop advancing. The voice of that Cathak Dynast screams "There's a third behind us! Squad one, loose! By the Dragons, burn the place to the ground! No-one escapes!"


Screams start emanating from the inn. A few souls try to leave from the front, or jumping out windows to the back. The well-trained soldiers cut them down.
 
Kana


A third!


Kana quickly and silently moved across the roof toward the shadows keeping her head down. Once in possition she peered out across the street looking for the third, and to assess the situation.


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Dex+Stealth - move without being seen/heard


Kana rolled the following on her 8 dice:


8, 5, 1, 10, 3, 10, 9, 8


Using 7 as the target number, the roll resulted in 7 successes.


Holy crap.


Per+Aware - find the third, count the badies, that sort of thing


Kana rolled the following on her 9 dice:


1, 7, 10, 1, 1, 7, 2, 5, 10


Using 7 as the target number, the roll resulted in 6 successes.


Whee rolls that don't make me dead. :-P
 
"Wait fight? What? No no no! See what she did? She's alive right, that means it worked for her. You look like a fast guy anyways right, I'll just climb up on your back and you go ahead and jump, if you don't make it at least I can jump off your back and still have a chance right?"


Kain didn't think that was going to work, so he was already thinking of something else he could do. He had to face facts, he might have been exalted but he wasn't athletic or dexterous or well anything that involved physical fitness. He was going to have to remember a few dots in athletics really wouldn't kill him. Well... at least he was sexy.


"Arg... I really didn't want to do this but if I'm gonna get outta here I need some kind of distraction..."


Kain grumbled as he started the shaping of his magic spell "Death of Obsidian Butterflies". He moved his hands almost rhythmically, making sure to stay perfectly within what he needed to be doing in order to cast. He started speaking in old realm, muttering words that were nearly silent with all the noise going around. His eyes started to glow golden, and his caste mark began to show clearly letting everyone in the room know his caste. If Aero knew about the caste he might have realized why Kain had been able to talk those drunks away the night before. It was unmistakable to everyone in the room what he was doing. He was using sorcery.


Right now he wanted to cook up only the shell this way he could fire the spell at just the right time to hit as many enemies as he possibly could. All the while he also wanted to make sure he didn't get burned alive in any kind of fire that was ready to take the building. Hopefully, Kain could conjure this up and be ready to shoot it off before anyone really noticed. Of course, he would also be giving away what he was to these guys, but at this point he doubted they cared as long as they got out alive.


If and when it was finished, he planned to cast it into the alleyway and do as much damage to those below as possible. Hopefully being able to slow them down enough where he could escape.


Personal 6 / 15


Peripheral 30 / 36


(nice rolls Fean!)
 
Kana:


You ghost around to a better vantage point. Judging by the location of the arrow in Cathak Celadus' shoulder, you have a reasonably good idea where the shot came from, up on the rooftops on the far side of the inn. To make a shot from that distance, especially one that still hit an armoured Dragon-Blood hard enough to seriously wound, suggests a very talented archer. The woman in red is leading a band of soldiers off in the general direction, but you can tell they're unsure of the exact location. Glowing embers begin to dance around the woman's form.


After some intense gazing, you catch a glimpse of a shadow darting away along the roof, out of view from the ground. That must be the one.


As for the situation on the ground, Cathak Celadus is severely wounded, but back on his feet and breaking the protruding arrow off with a grimace. He hands his scythe to a pair of soldiers (who struggle under the weight) and unsheathes a large one-handed sword. The man in green is clearly shaping sorcery, and you see his hands elongate into glowing talons seemingly made of wood. There's also a noticeable glow from the front of the building. The inn caught fire very readily. The whole place will be burning very soon.


Kain, everyone else in the room:


Kain's spell is ready to go with a gesture, but won't stay ready for long. The screams of people grow louder as the squad in the alley slay anyone coming round the corner. While horrific, a more detached part of you realises that it's an excellent distraction for getting the hell out. All you have to do is make the jump...


Not so much screaming from out front anymore. You can all smell a touch of smoke in the air. Whatever was on the end of those arrows works fast.
 
Radiance rolled the following in his 4 dice:
9, 9, 3, 1


Using 7 as the target number, the roll resulted in 2 successes.
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Gentle, Ever-flowing Radiance was jumping out of the window, arms crossed over his head, shattering the glass and frame with his Northern bulk, flipping through the air and landing some meters down on the ground--not towards any rooftop, since he had turned tail from the plan of escaping sometime at the mention of torching the place, and had started a running jump at the sound of confusion.


Although, brushing himself off almost nonchalantly, his cloak silky and smooth on his shoulders, he looked up at the crowd--er...the one he was unfortunately mostly a part of--and grinned wildly at the closest Dragon-Blood he could see.


<Skytongue> "Found my purse!"


And then a shout, <Skytongue> "Boys!"


They'd all be keelhauled if they hadn't managed to get to arms and get together by now. All of them. (Not really.) After all, this was the Inn that had given him crappy, watery ale! And...


Well, dammit, he focused on Compassion for his Limit, I don't write the rules, the Great Curse does. So what if he doesn't give a crap about the Inn, the people in it, or Mortals in general? He's Exalted.


<Skytongue> "Did you know? There's Anathema in there!"


Time seemed to stand still for the moment when he drew his gun. --

Radiance rolled the following in his 6 dice:
5, 9, 2, 10, 10, 7


Using 7 as the target number, the roll resulted in 6 successes.
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-- and, dammit, the Righteous Devil in him sneered. Fire was starting to rage up in place, which almost felt thematic.


[That thar be some Join Battle.]
 
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