Café de Nuit

Archedius slips a dart into his hand and throws it at the...thing.

*Attack roll total= 29 (19+10), Dmg= 8 (4+4)*

Rardi yells out in pain as eh is nearly broken in half by the nasty chain! She moves back and prepares to heal herslef, realising she has no holy symbol now. Moving behind Archedius she attempts to cast creat holy symbol.

OOC: Ok I forget the name of the spell but I think it is create holy symbol. I am presuming Rardi cannot cast any healing or most other spells without her holy symbol. In any case she needs a new one and fast!Spellcraft I'll roll a bit later for you,ewan.

Rardi prays, and when she unclenches her fist, a new holy medallion lies in the palm of her hand.

No sooner than Rardi's prayers are answered, and the chains come for her again. Whipping wildy through the jangling mass of iron links hanging from the ceiling, three long chains grab hold of the dwarf woman by her arms and left leg. She is hauled bodily into the air. The chains twist and pull, racking her most painfully. Sharp hooks shred her clothing and her flesh both alike.


The devil lets loose peals of delighted laughter as its telekinetically controlled chains threaten to rip Rardi to pieces!

''AHAHAHHAHAHA!! YOUR PAIN IS SO SWEET, MORTAL! SING FOR ME.''

ewancummins wrote:on the street, Alain-

The winsome girl stops rolling her cart and frees one hand to tuck an errant lock of hair beneath her simple bonnet. She smiles agains, laughs lightly, and says-

''Certainly, kind sir. My name is Mara. I live not too far down the way-''

She indicates the direction they've both been travelling with her right hand.

Alain reluctantly gives the young girl a half smile before gesturing for her to lead the way.

"Well then...Mara...We had best be off. If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing out on a night like this? Does your family know where you are?"

Inovdil needs barely a second to recognize the fiend. She waves her hands pronouncing some arcane words and then instantly polymorphs to a troll! Satisfied with herself flies towards kyton and yells:

"Archedius, Rardi this devil is a kyton and needs silver or magical weapon to bypass his damage reduction! I'll try my best here."

beneath Blackpillars-


The kyton shrugs off the dart hurled at it by Archedius. It titters in a most unsavory fashion to see Rardi being racked and hear her cries of agony.

When Ino casts her spell and is suddenly transformed into a troll, the devil immediately shifts it's attention to her.

''IMPRESSIVE, LITTLE WITCH, BUT YOU WILL STILL DIE SCREAMING.''

Ino flies down the short corridor to the iron bars which seperate her and the kyton. It doesn't run away, but hangs near the portcullis, just a foot or so out of reach.

on a foggy street-

BigBadQDaddy wrote:
Alain reluctantly gives the young girl a half smile before gesturing for her to lead the way.

"Well then...Mara...We had best be off. If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing out on a night like this? Does your family know where you are?"

''My family? Oh, I've not got any family.''

Mara pushes her cart forward, so that she's moving alonsgide Alain, to his left.

''I've been out collecting leeches. That's what's in the cart. I sell them. I prefer to go to the marsh at night, when it is cool. ''

the Old Shell-

Shana and Ironheart know the way back to Shana's inn [the Old Shell] well enough by now that even the nighttime darkness and fog combined are not enough to get them lost. They are not accosted by any alleymen or stray dogs and don't fall into any canals.

They find the Old Shell open and lit. A modest fire burns in the hearth [more for light than heat- despite the fog, it isn't really cold outside, but merely cool]. Softly glowing oil lamps hang over the bar and near the windows, providing good illumination for the common room. The old widow who runs the place is dozing behind the bar, and one of her younger sons is sweeping the floor. A half dozen regulars lounge about, sipping at their mugs or nibbling on late suppers.

Archedius frustratingly waits for Inovidil to get through the bars. In his desperation he looks helplessly at Rardi and attempts to sunder some of the chains tearing at her.

*Sunder attempt on chain= attk of 30 (17+13), dmg= 9 (roll of 1 + 8, 2 of which is from sword enchantment)*

Threan heads to the Old Shell to report what information he has gathered .

"Ahhh my home from home"

Shana settles down and begins to consider the information she has gathered, to see if any of it might identify Fortis or his origin. As Threan comes in she glances up and smiles

"You're out late!"

"I was following up on the smuggling case and as I was scouting out a building that has something to do with that case . Guess who I spied in that building but none other than Delthrin talking to his partner . He some how sensed presence, but I was able to over hear one very useful bit of information . It looks like he has alarms set in his lair and some fool or fools set them off ." Threan answers Shana's question .

Blaise enters the Old Shell and approaches Shana's table just as Threan begins speaking. "Delthrin was inside? Woo... that be startin' ta make -- oh, wait, need to break out of that horrible accent -- that's starting to make sense.

"Some of the other laborers that were helping our suspected smugglers were zombies ... I'm sure of it. They didn't say anything, didn't blink, just stumbled around and smelled foul. Come to think of it, half of the patrons of this bar would fit that description. Anyway, I'm positive that they were undead, and if Delthrin is the man who's supplying the money to 'Cross-face' -- lovely name, no? -- then undead laborers would be only natural, as contradictory as that statement seems.

"There's another job in two days' time, and I -- as 'Mikhal' -- have been invited back for more work. Ugh, more heavy lifting."

He ponders for a moment. "Hey, Inovidil was quite keen on investigating Deltrin. Do you think...?"

Shana sits up suddenly

"Oh no... you don't think... Damn it if they've tripped Delthrin's alarms they could be in a LOT of trouble... especially if they don't realise they have. We should get out there and warn them...fast!"

Rardi has never felt such pain before. Gritting her teeth, she gets untangled from the chains and moves back out of the Demon's range. Glad she is when Van transforms into a Troll to take the things attention off of her. She doesn't yell out to give the vile creature satisfaction.

She has two choices. Cure herself or help the others. She opts for the latter. Gripping her new symbol tightly she calls upon Lathander's help and casts Dismissal on the Demon!