The Begining AKA genaric inn start no.3.....with a twist

Well, at least nobody will be killing me in my sleep, I suppose.
Kiz focuses back on the party.Following Irene's example, Kiz also motions to Hanako to take the scroll. "I'm fairly certain it won't bite." Kiz smiles at his joke, then returns to a neutral look. I really hope that doesn't actually scare her. She seems like she might take that comment literally.


out of character @ zombie. So, is zen looking at me? I mean, I am a large black man covered in spiked armor. Just wondering.

The map wouldn't bite me. And if it did, I would just have to bite it right back! *growl*

(In Sylvan)
"Thank You, everyone"

*Her hesitation slowly disappears, and a smile appears on her face, which is all the more prominent as she closes her eyes while doing so. She grabs the map, and as her small hand touched it, she has one of the most delicate sneezes, one to which some may question if it was just a more audible sigh*

Uh oh, a sign of an omen. Maybe it won't be bad?

*She presumes to cover her face and then proceeds to roll up the map, and put it away (unless something happens)*

(In Sylvan) *She mumbles underneath her breath*
"♪Under song and shadow, until the end of time.♪
♪Under song and light, until the end of time♪
♪Evil Warlords and Great Leaders dance, until the end of time♪
♪Will they never know what's right? One in shadow, one in light♪
♪They will dance into the night, and return to Gaia† until the end of time♪"
†(She refers to the planet as Gaia, unless the DM has a name for what the Fey call this world)

(As for the song, she's not really trying, assume she took 10 or 5 on her die roll to perform, if it matters.
Total = 23 or 18 (also, a listen may need to be heard to even hear her))

Anthony stands as if to speak and is cut off as a bolt strikes him in the chest kmocking him to the ground.
six men in the crowd stand and draw swords faceing the party.the men are plain looking and unarmored most likely to blend in, there also approching the table. they are around 20 ft. away an the outher side of the room.

The rest of the Inn gos crazy with people knocking over chairs and fliping tables, some fool jumps over the bar only to be sluged in the face by the bartender.(dc 10 spot):you can see a cloaked figure who fired a crossbow from the stairs to the second floor reteat up the stairs.


(inutive rolls- yes im rolling inutive for you, get used to it.)
Zen-22
Irene-21(+3)
Hanako-21(+2)
Kiz-18
Jones-12
faceless mook swarm-11

out of charecter -yes i was looking in your general loctation

zen screams out "YES FINALLY MY FAVORITE PART OF BEING A MERC ENDING MISERABLE PEOPLES LIFES FOR THEM"

pointing at the middle man of the group you die first pulling his sword out in a slow and classic action (activate stance of clarity +2 ac against him and -2 to all others)

running at him zen takes a leap over a chair and down swings on the man cutting through him
(attack roll 17+10=27 total)
(dmg roll 4+4=8 total)

when he lands his feet plant firmly to the ground and start to draw natural metals from the ground covering his body.

(activate ability stones bones dmg reductiong 5 admantium till next round)

with a giant smile on his face he says "bring it on i await my next victim"

-combat break down draw weapon standerd activate stance swift charge standard and stone bones part of the attack-

Irene arch's an eyebrow,"well arn't you blood thirsty." she comments into the air as she stands and begins to stare at the man on the farthist right.

I'm going to have to watch that one closely, he's a bit too vicious


Irenes eye's begin to golw a silver color as the space around the man seems to Twist, this is supremely uncomfortable to look at for anyone who see's it. As space smooths back to sane dimension's all thats left of the man is his head,the right half of his torso and his right arm, sheared from his body far to perfectly to be any normal weapon.

Another twist in space like the one that formed around the first man form's in the air above them depositing his allys remains.
The rest of his body lands beside the man to the farthest left, after falling from above him showering him in his allys blood.

(manifested dimension twister power cost 5 will save Dc 18:fail rolled 9 Target is moved 20ft and takes 5d6 damage:16 target dead.)

*gasp*

What kind of group have I gotten myself into?! This is no time to hesitate, think back on my training. This time, survival and instinct are key. These people won't back down if I leave myself open. So I need to be unafraid.

*Does a short hop to Bishop Anthoney.*

"It's okay, I can help you"

*Holds her hands over his new found wound and begins humming softly.
A warm, white light shines from her hands as his wound disappears. The bolt falls out effortlessly*

And there's the coward that shot my friend.

*Looks as Anthoney's assailant*

*Draws a beautifully crafted lyre from her side, with an innocent, but serious look on her face*

I know I'm ready.

(5 ft. step to Bishop Anthoney.
Followed by a cure light wounds [total = 7 = 4 roll + 3 caster]
See's the one who shot the bolt with a Spot [= 21 = 18 roll + 1 Wis + 2 racial]
Draws Lyre [special instrument])

Dear Anubis, an ambush! The church of Cuthbert definitely needs to ramp up their security and scrying protection!

Kiz surveys the carnage left by both Zen and Irene.Well damn, they're having a contest to see who's better at cutting people in half. I have to give the style points to Irene, she wins.
Viewing the chaos of the bar, Kiz grimaces.Crap. Even though most people are running away from both us and the enemy, there isn't enough room! Still...Kiz pauses, looking at Hana as she tends to the bishop. We have to end this now. Anubis, I will make sure that no innocents visit you today!

Kiz recalls a spell gifted to him by Anubis, and prepares to smite the hobos. Glaring at a random wine glass on the floor near three of the assailants, he concentrates as the glass begins to vibrate, then shatters as a shock wave sweeps out, knocking two of the enemy out and crippling a third. Two of the bystanders also go down.
Now to heal the civilians and see if the Bishop needs any more help.

<note, I didn't see the crossbow man. Someone please point him out.>

[casting Sound Burst, 1d8 damage in 10 ft. radius centered on one of the center hobos.
Hobo 1 takes 3 points, Hobo 2 takes 4 points, and Hobo 3 takes 7 points
Civilian 1 takes 4 points, Civilian 2 takes 5 points. All are dying except for Hobo 1, who is at 0 HP.]

-Crack- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVNNhBtBbOs

My whip grips to a rafter and i swing over the panicked crowd on to the stairs. Releasing my standard whip and uncoiling my barbed one.

"Go get em Indiana", I whisper.

A small long dark brown fury mammal bursts from my buttoned shirt exposing some thing shiny beneath. He give chase to the man armed with the crossbow and nips at his heels.

(Well I have no love for the man that was shot but something tells me these guys might be able to help with our current mission. This guy with the crossbow seems to be smart enough to run then he should be smart enough to give me some answers.)

(17 on the die for use rope/ 5+? for mongoose bite attack/ 13+2 for spot)

the Only remaining swordsman quickly retreats to the stairs chargeing at Jones rather than the three who slaughtred his allys, the man reachs Jones and dlivers an over head chop with is longsword determand to split Jones in two.

"die you Bastard." the man gives a loud cry as he swings....and hit's cliping Jones shoulder and giving him a deep cut.
He draws his bloodstained sword back and prepairs to strike once more.


(charge attack +2 to attack roll, attack:longsword roll:16+?=? hit damage 1d8+? =9)

The man with the crossbow dash's up the stairs carfull not to leave an opening for jones to strike at.

(crossbow withdraws up the stairs 60ft.)

zen yells "GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY BEFORE I START TO CUT MY WAY THRU YOU MEATSHIELDS ALL YOUR DOING IS HELPING THIS MAN ESCAPE AND IF THAT HAPPENS THEN YOU ALL DIE IN HIS PLACE"

(intimidate roll 18+1=19)

as the crowd parts i start running up the stairs passing jones

"that meatshield should be able to handle the weekling"

going as fast as i can yelling to the crossbow man "WHY RUN FROM ME I KNOW YOUR SCARED BUT THERES NO USE RUNNING FROM YOUR ENEBALDBLE DEATH WEEKLING"

i see him run into a room on the 2nt floor with a open window in it you see a grapple line runing out it.

and i begin to focus souly on him (stance of clarity activated on him)

holding my sword ready to cut thru the man as if a searing sword thru flesh.

That man fights like a brezerker, it's somewhat terrifying.

With that thought Irene quickly sent a invisable tendril of psionic energy at the remaning swordsman, she didn't bother trying to be gentle as she would when reading a persons mind, simply slaming aginst his natral mental defences...and they shattered as if they hadn't been there. As Irene assulted the man's thought paths, his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth poured blood.

As the assult finished the man fell like a puppet with his strings cut onto the ground."thats about it we just need to deal with the shooter now."Irene shouts over the din of the room.As she rushs forward up to the remaining badly injured sworsman.



Ill scure this one so we can question him later

(psionic manifestion Mindthrust Powercost:1 agumented:4 save:will dc18 rolled :12 damage 5d10 damage:40 targets mind totaly distroyed, Moveaction moved 20ft to swordsman thats incapasitated)

It seems like everything is coming to a close. It seems like everything happens so fast. Still, there are people who need my help!

*Begins singing a mystical multi-note melody. It seems to make lights appear... stronger. It gives those around her a feeling of comfort and warmth and seemingly invigorates the injured.*

This is for my allies' destructions. This is for the people who were hurt. This is for the people who are scared. My songs are for you.

[Spellsong: Cure Light Wounds. Complexity = 14 (I rolled a 21 = 6 roll + 6 rank + 4 Cha + 3 misc. + 2 masterwork)
Range = 45 ft. emanation from me with a max of 9 targets; affecting all friendly injured within range, so 3 people, rolls are:
1st NPC - 9 health = 6 roll +3 caster; 2nd NPC - 9 health = 6 + 3; Jones - 10 health = 7 +3
Cost: 1 daily attempt of bardic music. Standard action activation.]

<Observing Hana's action,>Well, THAT makes life easier. She's definitely going to be a great help to the party. After seeing the damage wrought by the rest of the group, Kiz turned his attention to Anthony. He doesn’t look so good. Kiz reaches into a side pocket on his backpack and pulls out a kit full of healing supplies.

Knowing assassins, they never half-ass anything. Kiz bends over Anthony, and observes the man. The color in his face! He's definitely been poisoned. I've got to stop it!

Kiz opens his healing kit and immideatly begins to work on the man. The initial treatment seems to work, as Anthony's skin turns a healthier color. He'll be fine for now, but I'll need to check on him in a little bit to treat the after-effects.

[observe Bishop Anthony, Heal roll 9 + 5(skill) + 2(kit)=16
treat poison, Heal roll 12 + 5(skill) + 2(kit)=19]

Wow that was messy Irene! I am so proud of Hanako she seemed so helpless and first.

"With deepest of thanks ladies I will have to return the favor sometime. Stick close Indi."

Jones dashes up the stairs and sees that Zen is standing at the door poised to strike. Along with his fury friend.


Well looks like a nice set up if I can just trip the assassin we will have her.

"Don't kill it yet we need it too talk Zen"

-Crack-
Jones whip raps around the assassin's leg catching him/her in mid stride. As he/her falls to the ground Indiana know what his master wants and leaps to the opposite side of the fallen body and bite ferociously into his hand holding on tight. Jones follows through with a lash across the assasins back.

"Good boy Indi! Now lets ask our friend some questions!"

(attack roll 14+3+2=19/ Trip 8+2+4=14/ Bite 15+? 1point of damage/ grapple 12+8=20/ whip attack 10+2+3 damage 1+2)

The assassin lies on the ground unmoving mindfull of the animal biteing down on her hand.

The inn calms with the ending of the fight and the bartender and the serveingmaids begin to clean up the mess, they quickly but politely ask the party to leave and not come back one of the maids is even kind and gives drections to a near by flop house that would be willing to put the party up for a night.

Kiz makes sure to give the two men he blew away about 5 GP each, along with his appologies, and to help a bit in the clean up.

*Approaches one of the barmaids cautiously*

"Um..S..so...even if I wished to come back here. I..I'm...not welcome?"

This place isn't too inviting. But, I thought we were the heroes. Why are we being punished?
I didn't hurt anybody. And it's not my fault people attacked us.

"i'm sorry it's not my choice, the keeper said he would have banned the outher group too if any of them were still alive." she gives you an apolagetic look as she speaks.

The two men Kiz pays thank him profusly as he just provided for them for almost half a year, the barkeeper dosnt let him stay to clean up wanting to get the inn distroying party as far away from his tavarn as he can.

out of character - KLM KLM Kill Loot Move.-

"Zen I think you can handle taking out the trash. Lets grab the assasin."

As Jones turns and walks down the stairs letting Zen handle the prisoner. He coils his barbed whip and for the first time gets a good look at what happened down stairs.

Damn these guys made a real mess. Blood is everywhere and There is a lot of broken glass no doubt from some sort of sonic spell cast by our black cleric, my ears are still kinda sore, I wonder what god he worships? (looks at Zens first kill) I hope that Zen doesn't get carried away with the prisoner?

"Well I am sorry for the mess and I am grateful for the finest meal I have had in a long while, and thank you ladies for your services.", Jones says as he grabs his whip hanging from the ceiling coiling it up as well.

"Indiana go search for shinies"

As you examine the fury creature after the battle you notice it is a some form of weasel. It is about two half to three feet long including tail. It's dark brown fur is blemished by a lighter brown on its rear end with very dark brown streaks going from left to right across the patch. Indiana looks around at the fellow members of the party with an inquisitive expression and then goes about sniffing the bodies of the fallen enemy.

Jones then proceeds to search the bodies of the fallen swordsmen as well.

I hope these guys have a little change on them I could use some more trail rations and a dagger would be nice too. and maybe we can get an advance of money for saving helping the Bishop. Though the slime probably got less than what he deserves.

"Oh and Bishop I think you said you would cover the tab."

(Knowledge religion I am taking my time to ponder which god he worships and any details Taking twenty. takes one turn to get all my whips and then I start searching the bodies. both me and Indi. taking ten on each./search10+6+3/ It takes a full round action to search each body so if anyone wants to speed up the process be my guest.)

(you find twenty gold pices on each body, 6 longswords(poor condition), the assassin has 3 unknown liquid's in hardend glass containers, a master work heavy crossbow and a dagger with odd inlay in the blade. GP total:120)

(exp:3,400 by 5 =680 xp each)

End encounter.

(This is just some simple notes for the party to make life easier:
If we evenly divide the gold, that's 22 gold each.
Also, the crossbow is worth approx. worth 350 gp (so, selling it would give us 175 gold, or 33 each.)
^Please somebody say if they are claiming the crossbow. (and perhaps then surrender your 22 gp for it)
Anyone with Appraise please look over the dagger, also...try to get an estimate on the swords, see what worth, if any, they have.
As for the 3 unknown liquids..any ideas? Detection spells? wanna drink it? (Best detection's are probably Magic or Poison, also.. we could pay for someone to look them over in the city for us. If we wanted.)
I'll probably edit this as we hear more things, or our DM can jump in, if I'm doing a poor job or he has any interjections.)

(Also, for those of you who have not spent any XP on anything, you should have 6,680 xp now.)

zen says "aww why not he deserves what i want to do to him after attacking our contact"
"well if it was up to me i would destroy this miserable attempt of a man and be on with my journey
but i guess the others have to have some say in it i guess"

picking up the man and throwing him over one shoulder i carry him downstairs and is quickly rushed out of the building.

"hmm i guess i may have gotten a lil carryed away combat will do that to me its almost like a drug"

ploping the man on the ground
i question him and holding him by his shirt "whats in the vials
and who sent you"

holding my sword to his throat tell me or be maimed like your friends in the bar...

(intimidate 15+1=16)

-ill take the 22gp-

The assassin gives zen a terrified look,"I don't know who set the contract they did it with a middle man who didnt tell me anything." her voice has a slight pleading note in it."the vials are my poison's, two are blue-ring octopus toxin, the outher is wastland scorpion venom, please let me go, iv told you everything I know."

<I apologize for such a long post in advance.>
After being "escorted" the bar, Kiz and Jones are walking towards the inn. Kiz insisted on giving the serving maid about 12GP to help pay for the damage he caused. Kiz and Jones begin to chat while walking.

Kiz: "So out of curiosity, what exactly do you know about the Bishop?"
Jones: "Well my Death Cleric friend he is your grade A racist. He hates any nonhumans or at least sees them as inferior. He has been behind some laws that help his pro human agenda though most people don't know it."
Kiz: "I see. Fascinating. The Church of Cuthbert (knowledge religion check, total 22) does not normally operate in such a fashion. They try to judge objectivly."
Jones: "Well, they are a lawful church and the law is made by men. Men are flawed."
Kiz: "True."
Jones: "So if they make the law what they want they don't have to be lawful. But I don't care myself, he will get payed his dues. We just delayed that for a time."
Kiz: "I see. I should report this to my superiors. Perhaps they can convince someone higher up in Cuthbert's hiearchy to change this."
Jones: "Well you could if you wanted but it is probably a conspiricy that out grows our bishop by far."
Jones: "I just want the man to give me an advance. I mean us. Give us an advance."
Kiz: "So no serving a higher cause, hm?" Kiz smirks at Jones.
Jones: "I serve the god of travel and he lets me roam free. I don't like getting involved in politics."
Kiz: "As do I. Politics is messy, and quite corrupting. I would very much like to have a balanced soul to weigh."

Indi (the ferret) hops onto Kiz's shoulder, dodging the spikes, and begins sniffing at Kiz.
Kiz: "Nice animal. What is it?"
Jones: "Indiana leave the man alone! Maybe if you gave him a treat of some sort."
Kiz: "Such as?"
Jones: "A nibble of what ever. If you have meat that will do."
Kiz: "I suppose I do somewhere." Kiz reaches into his backpack, pulls his arm inside deeper than the pack's outside length, and pulls out a piece of jerky. "Here."

Indi takes the treat and scarfs it down. He then climbs down Kiz's leg onto the ground.

Jones: "He's a big fat moocher."
Kiz: "Quite entertaining. Ah, that reminds me. How did you know I was a cleric related to death?"
Jones: "Well, I know anubis is a god of death from a distant land. You carry his symbol of the jackle on your mace."
Kiz: "Perceptive."
Jones: "Well I am an explorer of knowlage but I like discovering ancient knowledge the most."
Kiz: "I see. So what else do you know about my god?"
Jones: "Nothing."
Kiz: "Well, let me tell you. Anubis guides the souls of the dead to the underworld, where they are judged acording to their actions in life, helps in the judgement, and protects them on their journey. Anubis is also the protector of tombs and the resting places of the dead, and guards them against robbers."
Kiz: "He is also a keeper of knowledge, especially magic and knowledge related to death. Many clerics serve him as morticians."
Jones: "Well I might not be on his good side. I have visited tombs many times but only take a taste of the artwork and things so that the rest of the world can see them. I have had to sell many of them to make the bills but I am not proud of that. My dream is to create a place where I can display great treasure for all members of class to see and learn for free. So that those who have died are never forgotten and so that we may better ourselves from the knowledge"
Kiz: "...."
Kiz pauses, frowning: "You should leave with memories, not artifacts."
Jones: "I can't share a memory of a piece of art that such the world has never seen. Words can't describe some of the wonders I have learned of and seen."
Kiz: "So you should make replicas then, and not take the originals."
Jones: "From techniques lost from knoledge for over a thousand years?"
Kiz: "They don't need to be exact, merely look like the artifacts. If people can see what they look like, and if they can be told how it functioned, they could understand and learn."
Jones: "Hmm, well I don't only raid tombs however. Ruins work well too. But I just want you to know I have nothing but respect for those tombs I that I have raided."
Kiz: "Fine. You can explain your actions to Anubis when the time comes."
Jones: "We shall see."
Kiz: "Although hopefully that won't happen for a while. I would very much like to complete this mission without any casulties. At least on our side."
Kiz: "Is this the inn the maid directed us to over here?"
Jones: "I think so."
Kiz: "Very well then. We should talk to Zen about the assasin, then go to sleep for the night.
Jones: Well after I talk to anthony about an advance. I could bring Irene."
Kiz: "Ok then. Please be sure to tell her about the Bishop's... viewpoints. Perhaps she can investigate further."
Jones: "I have a feeling she already knows." As he says this, Jones winks.
Kiz: "Wait, what?"
Jones: "What, you don't know what she is?"
Kiz: "I know she is capable of casting spells, like me and Hana, and possibly Zen from what I've seen him do."
Jones: "She doesn't use magic bub, but maybe I should not spread around any more info she might want to keep it private."
Kiz: "Fair enough, as long as it is no danger to the party I'm fine with it."
Jones: "It shouldn't be. Just be careful of what you think about when she is around."
Kiz: "OK then, nite."
Kiz enters the inn and rents a room for the night. He lies down on the bed and relaxes, lightly praying.

beware the white raven... What does that mean?
A few minutes later, his eyes open, and as Kiz's head turns he notices a spider in the corner of the room. Walking over to it, he crushes it with his mace. "Send THAT message to your master, vermin!"

zen takes the poisons and sticks them on his belt (i need the stats for the poisons)

"well sense you dont know anything else i guess your of complete uselesness now"

stabbing down slightly missing his throat and slightly cutting his throat

(intimidate roll 7 +1=8 )

are you absolutly sure thats all you know about the people that hired you to kill us.
giving him a large smirk and a persuasive look
"i mean i have no issue leaving you to the owners in the inn to do what they wish with you or i could just take care of you my self now"

"although ill probaly do it anyway" smiles widely