Café de Nuit

Cirdan raises his sword and chops at the man with the flail. The big man is swinging his flail back to take another shot at Cirdan, so the ball and chain aren't in the way of the sword blow. Cirdan's longsword arcs downward and shears through the man's unprotected face, laying it open from crown to chin. Blood pours forth from the hideous wound, and the injured man collapses to the floor, shrieking loud enough to wake the dead.

The arquebusier throws his unloaded weapon at Cirdan [ easily deflected by Cirdan's interposing shield] and turns for the door, scrambling to get it open and escape the knight's furious counterattack!

tarlyn wrote:Norzak leads the two men ino the alley. He concentrates on the elvish heritage of Cirdan. He unsheathes his crossbow.

The trail winds through the alley and down more empty streets. Once, as you are walking, you hear a muffled boom from somewhere up ahead. As the spell fades again, you find it has lead you to the vicinity of a dry aqueduct. Beneath the decrepit arches stands a horse [which you may recognize as the animal Cirdan nabbed, if you were paying attention when he left the Sancerre estate]. Nearby, a pack of a dozen or so feral hounds lounges in the shade. An old ragged man squats atop a fallen marble block, between the dogs and the horse. His back is turned to you.

Norzak, Benn.....

You all hear an anguished scream coming from inside a collonaded building across the way. The dogs immediately begin barking and moving about exitedly.


The old man raises his voice to admonish the pack-

''Patience, let the butcher cut your meat, lads.''

Norzak totally ignores the dogs and the man, after the man speaks. He runs past them and yells out ""Ay, Cirdan, ya there laddie? Sounds like ye got some trouble on ye hand, man." He loads his bow and readies to shoot in case he needs to.

ewancummins wrote: The arquebusier throws his unloaded weapon at Cirdan [ easily deflected by Cirdan's interposing shield] and turns for the door, scrambling to get it open and escape the knight's furious counterattack!

Cirdan cuts him down.

tarlyn wrote:"Ay, Cirdan, ya there laddie? Sounds like ye got some trouble on ye hand, man."

If possible, the answer will be the second attacker's severed head flying out of the door...

Rafael wrote:

ewancummins wrote: The arquebusier throws his unloaded weapon at Cirdan [ easily deflected by Cirdan's interposing shield] and turns for the door, scrambling to get it open and escape the knight's furious counterattack!

Cirdan cuts him down.

tarlyn wrote:"Ay, Cirdan, ya there laddie? Sounds like ye got some trouble on ye hand, man."

If possible, the answer will be the second attacker's severed head flying out of the door...

And so it is.....

Something round and red flies out of the door and spins through the air towards Norzak. The dwarf fires and his bolt catches the object dead on. It rolls to his feet. Looking down, Norzak sees that it is a man's severed head!

"Oi Cirdan!" Norzak yells as he passes thorugh the door. "Save some fer uis tha next time, man!" Norzak surveys the scene and nods in appreciation at Cirdan. "Nice work, elf. I like yer work!"

As an answer, Cirdan spits blood against the wall and gives a bloody grin.

"Thank you, my friend. Let's go save the damsel in distress. You now, in Darkon, we have that old saying:
Save the lady, save the world. Can you heal my wounds, so we can" the half-elf cleans his throat, then gives another, feverish grin
"go and kick some asses?"

"I can't. But perhaps Benn can, or at least I hope he can. Lemme have a look." Norzak approaches Cirdan and is actually gentle as he looks at the dent on the half'elf's mail. "That looks kinna nasty ta me, bub. 'N' spitting blood ain't a good sign."

Norzak isnt a cleric or does he have any ranks in healing, ewan. How bad does the wound look and is there a lot of blood?

Bennedict steps through the door, surveying the grizzly scene. His lip curls in disgust, and he pulls a handkerchief from a pocket, holding it over his nose.

He eyes Cirdan's wounds with a critical eye, stepping forward to administer some healing to the gunshot. "You are lucky to be alive."

Muttering the invocation to the Dawnbringer, he channels healing power into the elf.

Adam wrote:"You are lucky to be alive."

Cirdan seems strangely moved by the arrival of his comrades.
As the magic energies flow over his body, he cleans his throat again.

"Sir Bennedict, Sir Norzak... If we all die today, you shall know that it is an honour for me to fight at your side.
I might not have shown it the proper way, but I can clearly see that you are good men and I admire your courage."

Bennedict harrumphs, Lamordians not being generally disposed towards shows of affection. "Yes well, ahem, likewise." He looks back to the wound, which seems to have closed up and reduced to bruises. "Well, that's going to sting, but you'll be alright." He gives the elf a clap on the shoulder. "Back to the pursuit, then?"

A quick search of the building yields little. This place is old, dusty, and in ill repair. Some statuary remains, along with a few faded frescoes depicting robed figures with the faces of various beasts and vermin- dogs, rats, flies, cats, etc. One might gather the impression it is either a museum or else a temple of some kind. In any case, it doesn't appear to be occupied by the living.

The back door [ beyond the headless corpse of the arquebusier and down the length of the hallway] stands open, swinging gently back and forth in the breeze. It is very bright and sunny out. A large and long shadow moves about on the ground just outside the door, but whatever is casting it doesn't move into the doorframe to be seen.

Norzak says to Cirdan. "I ain't no Sir, elf. I'm a dwarf 'n' just doing what's right in my eye. I'm thinking that yes we should......" Norzak stops speaking. What was that he heard? He moves towards the back on the building, not far from the others and whispers "Hey keep it down, I heard something near the back of the building. I think maybe we should have a look. It sounded big."

Adam wrote: "Back to the pursuit, then?"

"Hell, yeah!"

tarlyn wrote:"Hey keep it down, I heard something near the back of the building. I think maybe we should have a look. It sounded big."[/i]

Cirdan will then assume a defensive position, and slowly, so the heavy armour doesn't hinder him, move forward to the door and look outside...