Scream from the Alley
It's Variday, Pryntar 27 13:58:07 1019. The full moon isn't up. The tide is high and slack. The sky is cloudless and brilliant blue. The northwest wind is icy, blowing snow across the landscape in swirling white gusts.
A07: Lower Alexandria Market District
The Market District. Everyone loves the Market District, right? Well, Lysa certainly does. She finds herself chatting up a Khazad merchant, both of them laughing softly. As she turns away to meander back out away from that stall, she calls back to him, "Tell your littles that I look forward to seeing them at the temple."
Ga'Elian walks away from one of the market stalls, stowing a small pouch inside his shoulder bag. He starts to whistle a tune to himself, then sees Lysa, and offers a smiling nod as salute.
Lifting a hand to wave towards Ga'Elian, Lysa gives him a warm smile. "I am being greeting you my friend!" she calls out amicably. She doesn't really have much of an inside voice, even when inside. Nope. Boisterous and friendly are the words that best describe her personality.
Ga'Elian walks over and says, "Just finishing up some business. How go things with you?"
Just as the words leave his mouth, a horrible scream is heard from a nearby alley way. The elf looks toward the sound, then glances at Lysa, then takes off running toward the alley.
Not even hesitating, Lysa is at a dead run when Ga'Elian looks her way. Some things come naturally to a Sunblade. Speaking of blades, as she reaches the alleyway, her large sword has cleared her scabbard.
Other heads turn, too, but although a crowd starts to gather to watch--from what they hope is a safe distance--the sight that meets the two adventurers as they round the corner is of a half-sil woman seemingly paralyzed with both hands on her face, screaming at the sight of... a trio of large black spiders, a dense web of stickiness hanging across from one building to the next. The woman seems to be scared out of her wits, but otherwise unharmed.
Ga'Elian pulls his bow from his quiver and comes to a stop some five feet beyond the woman. He nocks an arrow and takes aim at the closest arachnid.
Not slowing down, Lysa charges ahead. Her objectives are simple. First, extract the woman from danger. Second, deal with the danger. She rushes forward and seeing the woman paralyzed with fear, intends to basically... as gently as possible, tackle the woman and get her away from these creatures.
Ga'Elian fires a volley of arrows, turning the closest specimen into a pincushion before it hardly registers the threat it faces. This does seem to enrage the other two spiders though, and they both charge up the alley, one on the ground, the other along a wall.
Once the shocked woman is tackled away from the spiders, Lysa gets back to her feet, and gives the woman a nod before turning and charging back into the fray. As the spiders head your way, she comes charging up behind them. With a cry, she gets the attention of one spider... which turns her way only to find her blade swinging in a bisecting arc... *SCHLURK!* is the sound of a spider cut in half.
GAME: Ga'Elian rolls acrobatics: (8)+11: 19
The one racing along the wall toward the archer jumps as if to knock the archer over with its body, but the elf fires another volley into it, so that it is dead before landing, as the elf barely manages to tumble out of its way without doing damage to his bow. At the sudden resolution to the immediate crisis, the crowd in the background cheers and applauds, and the woman's emotions come spilling out her eyes in great tears and her voice, choked by hyperventilating breaths, feebly gasps out a heartfelt "Thanks!" to her rescuers. Ga'Elian rises with remarkable agility to stand upright and stows his bow safely back in the magical quiver slung over his shoulder, and side-steps a growing pool of spider blood as he approaches the woman trying his best to look non-threatening.
Bending to clean her blade before putting it away, Lysa gives a nod. "Being done well." she remarks. But then she looks back to the woman, "Are you being injured?" she inquires. "I've healing magic if y'be being needing it."
As the woman begins to regain her composure, she manages to say, "I'm not injured, milady, but I think I'll go have a lie-down, and maybe some soothing tea. The gods be praised!" She turns to walk back out of the alley, still visibly shaken, but relieved nonetheless.
Glancing back towards Ga'Elian, Lysa gives another nod. "C'n I be being buyin' you a drink then?" she asks the ranger.
Ga'Elian says, "That sounds like a good plan to me," he smiles. "But first, I'd like to look around that web--see if there might not me more of those brutes around." He points as he speaks, then walks calmly toward the end of the alley.
Shrugging, Lysa nods her head. "You are being far more knowledgable about such things." she states as she moves behind Ga'Elian, basically watching his back in case there -are- more of the things. She has a relaxed posture, but her sword is not in hand at the moment. It's scabbarded on her back.
GAME: Ga'Elian rolls perception+urban: aliased to perception+2: (11)+24+2: 37
GAME: Ga'Elian rolls track/wLens+urban: aliased to Survival+4+5+5+2: (9)+17+4+5+5+2: 42
Reaching the end of the alley, Ga'Elian looks around and points at a dark hole under the stairs at the rear of one of the buildings. "I'd wager they came up from the sewers through here, but I only see enough tracks to account for the three of them, and figure they must have come to the surface this morning before sunrise. I think we can just report it to the Watch and let them see to the cleanup and plugging of that hole."