Café de Nuit

"Norzak, please go in and inform Ben of what happened. I'll stay outside and guard the entrance. - If we both stay outside, we might look too much like those strangers on the wanted poster!"

Cirdan will put on the hood of his cloak and sit on a chair on the Sancerre Veranda, his dagger drawn, but hidden from any bypasser's sight.

"Wanted poster?" Bennedict confusingly begins, before stubbornly shaking his head. " Nevermind. Tell me later. Come, herr dwarf, I have my own preparations to make."

Bennedict hustles through Sancerre house to his temporary quarters. Stepping inside, he reaches underneath the bed, drawing out a small wooden trunk. The archivist pulls forth a rattling bundle of keys, flipping to one in particular which he uses to undo the latch. He impatiently flips the chest open, uncovering a worn, iron breastplate. With a sign, Benn snatches the armor out of the box, throwing his arms through the shoulder straps.

"I can't say that I saw myself needing this when I woke up this morning. You two must have had an eventful trip to town."

Within the hour, the Sancerres have packed their things. While the last of the preparations for flight are being undertaken to the rear of the house, two visitors arrive in the front.....

Two men enter the gate and walk up the path towards the spot where Sir Cirdan is sitting. The taller of the two is a tall, slim, mustachioed fellow wearing a drab outfit and armed with a long, narrow blade. His companion is a rather rotund fellow who wears a short cape despite the warmth of the day.

The tall man with the sword steps speaks as the pair draws near to the veranda where Cirdan sits on watch.

The tall fellow smiles obsequiously and tips his cap to the knight.
''Ho there, friend, we have business with Master Sancerre. Would you kindly direct us to him? We'd be most obliged.''
The fat man doesn't say anything , but fixes Cirdan with a cold stare. He reaches towards his left flank, near a spot under his cape. Cirdan notices a bulge there, under his arm.

Adam wrote:"Wanted poster?" Bennedict confusingly begins, before stubbornly shaking his head. " Nevermind. Tell me later. Come, herr dwarf, I have my own preparations to make."

Bennedict hustles through Sancerre house to his temporary quarters. Stepping inside, he reaches underneath the bed, drawing out a small wooden trunk. The archivist pulls forth a rattling bundle of keys, flipping to one in particular which he uses to undo the latch. He impatiently flips the chest open, uncovering a worn, iron breastplate. With a sign, Benn snatches the armor out of the box, throwing his arms through the shoulder straps.

"I can't say that I saw myself needing this when I woke up this morning. You two must have had an eventful trip to town."

Just then, Charlotte walks into the room. With her right hand she carries a wooden tray with two steaming mugs resting on it. A smell of cloves and other spices creeps across the room.

''Surprise! I brought you both some mulled wine...oh, is everything alright?''

She stares at Ben's breastplate as if she never before seen a man in armor. Her lips are parted slightly and she is breathing rapidly and shallowly. He face grows a bit pale as she reaches with her free hand for the rabbit's foot pendant hanging about her neck.

ewancummins wrote: ''Ho there, friend, we have business with Master Sancerre. Would you kindly direct us to him? We'd be most obliged.''

Cirdan spits on the ground, in front of the men's boots.

"Master Sancerre is unable to attend any visitors at the moment. Tell your comrade to keep his hands where I can see them, and then leave this private property."

The half-elf will slowly stand up, giving a mute prayer to the Eternal King that he had kept his armor on.

Even if the other man tries to only to argue, he will attack.

Both men react quickly. The tall man tugs at his sword to free it from its scabbard, taking two quick steps back as he does so. The fat man, who is standing a couple of yards back, flips aside his cloak and grabs for the butt of the big wheellock pistol that hangs under his left arm!

"Are you feeling alright, Fraulein? I understand you had a taxing day at the marketplace." He flashes the lady a quizzical look. "Here, let me take those off of your hands so you can sit down for a moment." Bennedict reaches forward to take the tray of drinks from Charlotte.

The fat man has his pistol in hand and instantly fires a snapshot at Cirdan. The gun leaps in his pudgy hand, letting loose a crashing roar and a puff of acrid smoke. Cirdan feels the wind of the ball's passage as it narrowly misses his head!

The thin man is also very quick and manages to get his sword free with near blinding speed! He slashes at Cirdan's face, leaving the elf-knight with a nasty wound.

Adam wrote:"Are you feeling alright, Fraulein? I understand you had a taxing day at the marketplace." He flashes the lady a quizzical look. "Here, let me take those off of your hands so you can sit down for a moment." Bennedict reaches forward to take the tray of drinks from Charlotte.

Charlotte hands the tray to Benn and speaks,

''Oh, I shall be fine, I think. I just saw you in that armor...well, I imagined something might be wrong. I know I'm being silly, it's just that things have been so crazy lately. I don't feel safe anymore. I...''

BOOM!
You all hear a loud noise from the front of the house.

[OOC Benn, being from an advanced country where guns are not uncommon, may recognize it as a gunshot.]

Cirdan will have just one goal: Kill the man with the gun!

In a first move, he will try to stab the enemy, then, if possible, pull his shield from his back so he can block the sword.

Ben is setting the tray of drinks on top of the bed as the shot rings out. He looks around in alarm before dropping to a knee, reaching into his trunk and pulling out a small crossbow. "Herr Norzak, I believe Sir Cirdan needs our assistance." He hurries to the door, loading a bolt and turning the crank. As he steps out into the hall he turns back to Charlotte. "Not to alarm you, Fraulein, but it may be a good idea for you to barricade the door behind us."

Rafael wrote:Cirdan will have just one goal: Kill the man with the gun!

In a first move, he will try to stab the enemy, then, if possible, pull his shield from his back so he can block the sword.

The Thin Man leaps to the side as Cirdan pushes past him, advancing on the cubby pistoleer. Thin Man swings wildly at Cirdan head or neck, but the elf -knight has managed to bring his shiled into play and easily blocks the blow as he rushes past, bearing down on his intended prey. One more step will carry the knight within reach of the Fat Guy.

Fat Guy is ramming a ball into his pistol when Cirdan's last lunging step carries the point of his dirk into his chest! He stands transfixed by Cirdan's blade. Pink ,frothy fluid pours bubbles up from his mouth and nose, and the pistol falls uselessly from his hand to the wooden floor of the porch.

Yay! Natural 20, I assume!

Cirdan will open his grip on his dagger, and try to draw his sword, while covering himself with his shield.

Adam wrote:Ben is setting the tray of drinks on top of the bed as the shot rings out. He looks around in alarm before dropping to a knee, reaching into his trunk and pulling out a small crossbow. "Herr Norzak, I believe Sir Cirdan needs our assistance." He hurries to the door, loading a bolt and turning the crank. As he steps out into the hall he turns back to Charlotte. "Not to alarm you, Fraulein, but it may be a good idea for you to barricade the door behind us."

Charlotte immediately sets to work dragging furniture across the room to erect a barricade.


[OOC you can show up at the beginning of the next round, if you rush to the front porch/everandah, from whence all the racket seems to be coming]

OOC: ewan Im at my RL game tonight so I'll trust you to roll for me. Also I can possibly do another ray of fatigue if needed as well!

Norzak will go and help Cirdan. Removing a dagger from his belt, he takes careful aim and throws it a the fat man.