....in The Dark

[*Krayt]

For some reason he drooped his head and stood in silence for along time as Azzagrat was mentioned. "That is a most pleasing offer, one can't refuse it." He takes seven vials of agony along with the package. Offering a generous tip along with the payment. Afterward he withdrew into the darkness, eventually finding a suitable spot he pulls Another attire from his bag. This one reeks of decay and moulding bloodclots. He covered his limbs and face with a filthy bandage. Placing strands of aother humans hair inbetween the wrapings looking quite ragged by a hard Life. With quick steps he then ascended to the streets above. On His way back to the hive he bought two bottels of strong absinthe and a cheap lute that had nearly fallen apart but it was still playable.

With a heaving cheast he Went down the stairs to the abandon storage cellar he had set as the meeting point. The air was damp and few rays of light managed to slink in between the many cracks in the foundation. He placed the bottles and drugs on a broken barrel in the center of the room. Then he placed a few candles around kindered by a eldricht spark between his fingers. Slinging his lute over his shoulder she sat down in a pile of gravel waiting for the light outside to die out and the addicts to enter. He pondered if Udun had stalked him or had him followed, was there a crack in the mask of lies? Fear was his only company as so often before. He was certain that mister eyes had watched him and he had to be removed from the table soon but not yet he needed him to report back to the succubus, hopefully she the entertainment would bring a smile to her lips. He steeled himself just as any actor steels himself before he walks up on stage. The stakes are death or life but no more than a play just the same.

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Her haughty pride claming another victory over wisdom she realized as one of them slipped away from her reach. She struck at him again with a wide sweaping stroke. Trying to identify the spell he cast as the tremor reaches her feet.

(( Did a spellcraft roll 37+15=52. She have a dex mod +4 not sure what dice I should roll))

[*Krayt]

"Thanks!" He said be fore he hurried away. He had to set this up fast now or all would turn to dust. Again he changed attire this time into a lavish robe of green silk and a green glass mask. Thereafter he turned to his usual supplier of drugs in under sigil. "Mister Kendrick, it has been some time since your last visit." The hagspawn said recognising his customer immidiatly. "Indeed. I need supplies that will last for four hours or so to roughly six or seven persons. The more it strips will and inhibitions away the better. I would need it straight away if it can be arranged."

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She cast dimenson door and aimed to reapear just behind the tiefling who cast the ice spell.Immediatly trying to clip it's legs and stab him while floundering at her feet. ((Not sure if you can do that without a unobstruckted pathway. If not she would attept to shatter it with a sonic burst.))

[*Mander]

Sprinkled now with dust and a quite a few splinters in his chainmail, Ganatog doesn't cease his charge, continuing straight toward the marksman and the next wall behind her. The wargs give a bloodthirsty howl and move to finish off the two wounded foes.

[*Selebius]

The addicts enter slowly- most coming alone, others in small groups and after a while Mauric counts fifteen of them. They are silent, sometimes glancing at him, sometimes whispering to each other but there is some tension in the room- everybody expecting something to happen without knowing what and when.

Then a hard knocking can be heard from above and the large man Mauric spoke to earlier walks down the chairs, with him some draconic halfblood, carrying the goods, black scales glinting in the poor light.

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Her blade strikes him, biting deep into his side and together with the rumbling and shaking floor this is enough to spoil his concentration and his spell. Severely wounded he falls to the floor, tries to crawl away as the building gets less and less stable, supporting walls destroyed by the rampaging giant below.


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A bolt hits but cannot pierce the rings Ganatog wears and the shooter is being reduced to a read smear on the wall. The house around him crumbles away, the wargs ripping into the survivors until one of them goes down, hit by some dark spell that withered away the creature's flesh.

The other one whirls around, its fur bristeling and with a yelp it dashes off.

And indeed something foul seems near, something that is just wrong and Ganatog sees something drip off the ceiling, greenish and purple goo, dissolving whatever it touches.

[*Krayt]

"So we have some left overs from our mysterious benefactor" He mixes the drug with the liqour and offer it to the addicts. "There be plenty for us all! Let's have some fun while we wait. Finally someone that udnerstands us and smiply gives us what we want Always hated those scums trying to get some thing. Get a job! do this! do that! Ha hells take em all." He tries to make them enjoy themselves like a good host. He tries to stir up anger within them. He played the lute agressivly into a lively maddening tunes trying to create a atmosphere fit for a drinking spree. Distibuting the all the drugs more is given to the late arrivals. Whiping up hateful conversations amid the carousing directing the blame at society, the pigs at the top shift for robbing them of all opportunities they might had. And most viciously at the drug barons.

The drugs likely vanished like water in a desert and many was left craving for more while others was sated. As the man enters mauric raised a accusing finger. "Look there is one of them! He got more on him, they've ruined our lives to sutain their freaking business. Lets take all they have as they've take everything from us!" He threw the lute at the man than grabed a loose wooden plank charging at the man hoping the others would grab something and join in the chaotic melee.

((Just realized I got way ahead of things there just overrule anything you think unfit.))

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She grit her teeth with a sneer attempting to set a foot on his back to press him to the floor keeping him steady followed by a well aimed blow for his neck. She glanced around her quickly to get her bearing admids the chaos. They all had to die now that the assassínation attempt had failed if one slank away they would be ruined she thought.

[*Mander]

Ganatog looks up at the roof warily, realizing he has nothing to deal with an acidic enemy effectively. If he could get to Maedbroghal, she could ward him against it. "Mae, your aid is needed down here!" The Jotun bellows. He spins around as more of the ceiling is eaten away and smashes through the next wall, hoping the added destruction would help guide his lieutenant to the area.

[*Selebius]

It is not hard for him to manipulate the crowd their willpower almost nonexistant and they like what they hear, like how all the responsibility for their situation is burdened upon somebody else.

Mauric soon feels how he can lead the crowd, give it a direction, only a small nudge needed to turn it into a mob.

When Udun and his companion enters the mood turns easily against him and he is swarmed by the mob. The cellar is too tight for him to use his Axe effectively so he only draws his dagger, his companion fighting with tooth and claws- and melting a few addicts with his breathweapon.

But the others do not care- or perhaps did not even realize what was going on.

Yet the dealer and his companion slay many of the addicts while suffering some wounds of their own.

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The strike kills him quickly and the ground shakes again. Maed hears Ganatog calling from below but even his voice is hard to understand in all the chaos. But he needs her it seems- so much is clear.

One of the twin brothers down and the other one rushing down the stairs to flee from her or is he running towards the giant? Or perhaps there is another reason?

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Ganatog sees a large glob of what seems to be acid drop from the ceiling- but a closer look reveals it to be a goolike creature and somehow the malevolence, the strange feeling of dread seems to get stronger.

((Lore please if you want to ID the creature))

[*Krayt]

Mauric attempted to clubber him down with his plank piece while he struggled with unfair odds. Dragging him down the stairs if he could manage it. He would leave him prone and dazed and withhold any last lethal blow. "The other one get him before he kills us all!" He urged on with a inciting pressing tone.

He had to finish the cohort before he slew the last of the addicts. Using any of his eldricht powers would ruin this cover up. Melee with the halfblood was no sensible opption. Deciding that he couldn't bring it down without atleast stunning it he released a noxious blast.

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Watching the tiefer slink away down the stairs she hears the bellowing from below. She attempted to teleport to the lower floor just beneath her feet trying to caught the running tiefer Before he had made it down the stairs himself aswell as meeting Ganatog in the same room. The shout was hard to locate exactly however and it was just a guess that it was directly below and not to either side.

[*Mander]

///Roll, Lore Mod:20, Total:28

Now getting a closer look at the creature, he scans it intently, trying to recall what he'd heard of such a thing. The giant grips the amulet at his neck as he backs away from the oozing monster, invoking Divine Favor from Annam and preparing to defend against attack.


///Gan has 4 levels of cleric by the way, rest are 4 fighter and 14 Giant

[*Selebius]

Udun kills his share of addicts but is overwehelmed by the numbers and Mauric can drag him away, the man barely conscious.

Thile the addicts attack the halfblood wildly it is the more dangerous foe, its scales deflecting some blows, lessening the impact of others. Mauric's blast changes the battle however- the creature wounded now and the effect allowing the addcits to bring it down, clobbing and stabbing and cutting.

When everything is done the cellar reeks of blood and other bodily fluids, corpses littering the floor and the last two addicts trembling where they are, searching the Halfdragon's remainst for more of their poison.

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Her spell works of course and she reappears close to the gient but a bit up in the air, falling debris and the dust in the air obscuring her sight, adding to her disorientation.

Falling to the ground she hears Ganatog using his powers to attack whatever they are facing.

She feels some cold from where she heard Ganatog and the sounds coming from him are somehow muffled...


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Ganatog recognizes this creature- an Alkilith a demon of filth and acid, a leader of oozes and a creature despised even by demonkind.

Often they work for Juiblex but some hide in the dark corners of the multiverse to follow their own agenda.

Acid and poisons are their weapons and part of their nature and they are cinning foes.

The giant hears Mead arriving but is it the demon or another caster a Wall of Ice appears to seperate them.