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Way of the Wicked [PF] - ACT: ONE - Prison Break

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Standing beside Mara, Elasha's eyes would be on the door, a word already on her lips, as power boiled beneath the surface, as she readied a small part of her mistresses favor, to scour the men with acid, even as her own thoughts took a similar turn.
 
The tiefling looked to Elasha and whispered low. "The next few moments should reveal our companions capabilities. I'm interested to see what they can do and how. I would suggest you avoid antagonizing the males, my sweet...like it or not, we need them to escape." Mara's tail snaked its way up the elf's legs towards her sex.
 
She would nod, as the tail snaked towards her sex, as she rolled her eyes a touch, a faint smirk on her lips. "The one that is skilled with his hands, or the ogre? Both have their uses, and for the moment, their use is what we require, so allowances can be made." Still, a hand would drop, reaching for the tieflings rear as well, as she glanced over, her voice a whisper.
 
Mara opens her legs slightly at the touch while her tail moves through the elf's slit. She nods and whispers. "I just know how you can get, is all. We can re-evaluate their usefulness when we escape."
 
She would nod, her own hand reaching for her partners slit, fingers moving and caressing, teasing along the edges, even as her own folds moisten under the tails touch. "Oh, do not worry. I did not plan to collar them until we have escaped. After all, there are always uses for such as they." Really, she did know the priorities.
 
La'croise knelt by the door found the door unlocked. And the door opened up to find a room that is about 20' by 20'. To the left is another door that leads to the interrogation room that Elesha was brought to earlier to meet Tiadora. And to the right was a flight of stairs leading down. At the opposite end of the room was a fireplace that was unlit. It seemed like the chimney were shared with something downstairs.

Three guards were sitting at a table talking and playing cards. A fourth guard were sitting on a chair just next to the door, he was half asleep.

Surprise round
Everybody roll for Initiative and state your actions and roll for those. Put the actions in the new combat thread.
 
The four guards in the room seem very surprised by the sudden opening of the door. As the gang rushes in Phaendar is in the front and thrusts his dagger into the face of one of the men sitting at the table. The poor fellow doesn't even have time to let out a surprised word before his eye is pierced by the dagger and part of his skull is crushed by the ferocity of the attack as the hilt hits the eye socket. The man slumps to the ground, dying from excessive bleeding from his brain and eye....

Elasha summons the divine energies of her goddess and splashes one of the guards with a spray of burning acid.

La'croise pulls out a dagger

Mara bides her time to see if any opportunities arises that she can exploit.

Kitira, Avara and Kiara acts almost simultaneously.

The summoner calls forth an Infernal Ghost Scorpion to block the escape routes for the guards and the scorpion stings with it's tail. However the sharp point of the tail is deflected by the armors of the guard.

The naked monk charges into the room and delivers a jump kick at the guard that had already been hit by the acid. As her foot connects with the man's throat a crushing sound si hear and the man falls to the ground, staggered, while holding his throat and spitting blood.

Kiara casts a spell and whirls of wind start to protect her from harm.

As the last of the gang, Grumblejack charges into the room and attacks the last of the sitting guards. He uses his hands and hits the guard with his heavy fist.

1 guard incapacitated and bleeding out
1 guard staggered at 0 HP
1 guard taken 6 damage from Grumblejack
1 guard healthy just next to the door.

Initiative order:

Phaendar 15
Elasha 11
La'croise 11
Mara 10
Kitira 9
Avara 9
Kiara 9
Guards 8
Grumblejack 4
 
The combat is quick and brutal; the group manages to kill all the guards except for two; the unfortunate male that Tigiri has grappled and the one Grumblejack was hitting. The former is flailing his arms, trying to break the lock, and the latter has been knocked out, and the rest are dead or a moment away from their last breath.

Thankfully, you haven't made as much noise as you otherwise might.
 
Her attempt at catching the guard in a headlock failed, and with the creature Kitira summoned succeeding, Phaendar left the rough-housing to the expert and allowed it to continued constraining it.

Turning around, she approached the woman that the ogre incapacitated, stripping her of everything. Taking the unconscious guard's undergarment, she approached the still flailing one and attempted to gag him.
 
Kiara was a little less choosy -to be expected given her life before this perhaps- and simply took the breeches from one of the dead guards. They were bloody and a little large on her slender frame, but with a stolen belt she made the ensemble stay on. She didn't bother with a shirt, all the guards had were constraining things of heavy cloth, and she had no reason to put one of those on.

She held the winds that whipped around her for now, swirling and coiling in time with the marks on her skin, tugging at the tips of her long dark hair. No sense in letting their protection lapse, there might be more guards further on after all...
 
La'croise let out a sigh as he looked over the sight. Nice and quick, just how he liked it. "A nice warm up, wouldn't you say?" he said with a smirk. He followed Kiara's lead, slipping off a pair of pants and slipping them on himself. No sense in leaving his manhood dangling free and leaving it open for a target.

Once he had pants on, the alchemist glanced at the unconscious woman and the guard being held. A small idea forming in his head as he began searching thes bodies for keys. "Grumblejack my good man," he said with a chuckle, "Could you be a pal and help get our still living friends here to our cell? I want to see how they like being locked up for a change."
 
"You think that's smart?" Avara had likewise disrobed her latest victim, which now gawked up at her naked from the floor with bulging lifeless eyes, his neck still in an awkward angle after her kick had broken it.

As she began to slip into the pants which were a bit too large for her, but still serviceable with a belt holding them in place, she elaborated. "I'd prefer to make completely sure they can not yell for help - ever again."
 
Grumblejack goes to move towards the guard, then stops as the others discuss.

Mara approaches the still-living woman and says low, though not low enough that others can't hear. Her voice is seductive and scary at the same time: "How badly do you want to live?"
 
Kitira didn't mind being naked at all, and would insist remaining like that until she could find something more fashionable to wear and just did with what she could to help handle the living guards. "I thought we were going to pull some answers out of them and not just lock them out for pure fun, there are other fun things we could do to them..." and she was not precisely talking about raping them at all. She was glad to see her mistress doing then and approached to have a better view of whatever she had planned to do.
 
The guards squirms and looks very frightened. Mara speaks in a soothing voice as the others disrobe her for her armor. "Its alright, sweet one. You've been spared. Do as I say, and you may live through our escape." One of her clawed finger tips moves sensually up the woman's arm. "Tell me...what can we expect on this level?"

The woman gulps and pleads for her life. After another moment, she answers. "There...there's no one else on the level...its all abandoned...only you're group was here, and we...we were to guard you. There...there's no one else. Please...please don't kill me!"
 
"What about the other levels?"

Avara has slipped into one of the uniform shirts now, equally oversized as the pants she is wearing, and still unbuttoned and hanging open at the front, revealing a stripe of her flawlessly smooth flesh and some of the roundness of her great udders. Interrogating the survivors is a smart idea, and so she has stepped up next to Mara to participate.

"Who or what else will stand in our way out of here?"
 
Lacroise left the ladies to their interrogation. They were free to do with the prisoners as they saw fit. In the meantime, he moved about the room, collecting any weapons try had, as well as searching the bodes for anything they had on them. Since he had no access to his bombs, he may as well use their weapons and such as throwing knives. He was more than ready to continue on as they were.

[searching the room, collecting loot]
 
The guards each have a chain shirt, heavy steel shield, longsword, club, longbow with 20 arrows and a key. In addition, each also has a blue uniform (pants and shirt) with a dark blue tabard.

You have the run of this floor at the moment. In this guard room, there is a set of stairs going up with a closed door. Another room is adjacent; an interrogation room.

The captured guard indicates that the prison is sparsely populated with guards; she knows the sergeant, Tomas Blackerly, will be the main opposition, and he answers to the Warden, Mathias Richter.

There is also a dog kennel on the grounds.
 
Gagging the struggling man so he wouldn't be able to make a sound, Phaendar left him to have his pants pulled off by La'croise before walking back through the door to pick up the sheath she discarded earlier to have her hand free.

When she returned, she caught the man starting to rummage through the pile of belongings of the guard the half-elf stripped naked.

"Bugger off you oaf! These are mine!" She slapped away his grubby grabby arms, as the humans was already holding multiple swords, bows and clubs, "Don't just go grab every single weapon, you're already straining your wimpy self already. Unless, you want to be the pack mule."

The stupid uniform of this prison, no way she would be caught dead wearing such a hideous mishmash of colours. Instead, she just grabbed the chain shirt, slipping it easily on over her bare skin. The cold chains gave her goosebumps as it glided across her body, causing her to gasp as each of the rings flicked her erect nipples on the down.

Somewhat protected now, Phaendar grabbed the guard's belt, stripping it away from the ugly uniform pants and tying it around her waist so that she could hang the longsword, dagger and club that she saved from the grubby thief there. Finally, she strapped the shield to her forearm before grasping it.

... The stupid bow. She was never that good at using it, her shots always seem to miss the target when she was younger. Her aim was bad, her forester had said.

"Hey packmule, you wanted weapons right? Here," Phaendar chucked the wooden stick with string towards the weapon hoarding man, it landed nowhere near him.
 
Kiara plucked up a longbow now and examined it, she'd only ever used a shorter version but the principle of use seemed similar enough. Thoughtfully, she also rummaged to see if any of the guards' bracers would fit her wrists, and belted one of their quivers on at her waist.

Then she looked to the others. "Shouldn't we be moving? More guards could appear, and raise alarm. Kill that filth and let us be on." She motioned to the two still loving guards at that. "Surely you can find a better plaything when we are in less danger of recapture..."
 
Lacroise gave an irritated grunt as Phaender snatched the objects away from him. Of course he wasn't going to carry all of that stuff! He was more searching if they had anything of value to himself. When the woman threw him a bow, and missed horribly. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle as he went to pick it up. Leave the throwing to the pros. It wasn't a bomb, but he could use a bow decently enough. Better than throwing knives. He began collecting the arrows, taking about thirty of them before thinking it was enough, before collecting one of e keys.

At Kiara's words, the alchemist nodded. "Indeed. We're not out of here yet. Maybe once we're out and better equipped, we can come back, have some fun, burn this place to the ground." he chuckled before walking over towards the stairs, waiting for the rest of the crew.
 
"There was the chain that chained all your legs together yes?" The half-elf addressed the other prisoners who were in the other cell, "We could use that to take all the captives we want to be our packmules if the hoarder doesn't want to be bogged down with all the weaponry he took. With the legs chained together, they pose little threat while leaving their arms free to carry."
 
You continue to argue with what your next move are, though the area seems quite quiet, except for the groaning of one guard, and the sobbing of the female one.

After a minute or two, Mara tires of her play thing and gives her to someone else to deal with.
 
The tabard still feels a bit strange the way it bulges over Avara's ample assets. Thankfully the female guard's shoes fit her feet well enough. There is the off chance that someone in this prison will be confused by her wearing the official uniform, and well, it is better than going naked. Although, that also had been fun in a way ...

"So have we reached an agreement about what to do with these two sorry sods?" she finally asks, indicating their captives. "My vote is still for the clean and safe solution ..."
 
Kitira only grabbed a chain shirt but only for later use, she had no intentions on using the clothing of the guards and didn't want the rough metal grazing against her smooth skin, anyway staying naked she could still offer herself as a distraction for the eyes of the male guards they could find.

"I don't think letting prisoners carry spare weaponry is a good idea at all and I agree with Avara, lets go for safer solution... we don't have to make it quick though" she says so with an evil smirk toward the captives. But then she had another thought and approached Mara, "You know Mistress, you could cuff me and maybe also a gagged prisoner and we could all pass as if you were taking prisoners to another level of the prison." Kitira would still be able to summon her creatures to fight and few things gave her more pleasure than having Mara use her as she pleased.
 
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