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"Lower your voice, friend. I doubt these people are in the business of pushing people off of bridges. I'd have heard something about that if they were. They're witnesses, not murderers." The Merman tried to calm the Dwarf as he leaned over to see. But before he could take any action, two other people, one more mechanical than the other, had jumped down to give some aid. Sadly their news was bad.

"Oh, by Melora..." Aearion mumbled."That poor man. How could this have happened? It's not windy up here, is it? Even if he tripped the railings should have stopped his fall... I don't get it. Who was he even?" The Merman said in a rather panicking voice, knowingly asking too many questions.

Frog's mask turned to study the dwarf. There was a long pause, before a sound escaped into the rain around them, "I believe the figure jumped. But that was before we arrived." As the mechanical man ran and jumped off the edge, Frog's hand lifted upwards, still underneath the umbrella that her servant held, "Much like that man." Omelia eyes found themselves staring at the Dwarf's hand, before turning her gaze upon the bard. She remains wet and silent.

Frog's black, gilded glove returned to her lap and she shakes her head, "I could not see much; I do not know how he died. But he -is- dead. There is nothing we can do for him now." A short pause, "I had feared as much. Do be careful." Pale, yellow eyes looked towards the bard and his dwarven friend.

The Warforged had followed the wrong path. The true concern was still on the bridge, while the murderer had escaped into the shadows.
Its attention turned to the congregation at the railings above as it called out a request:
"IDENTIFY DECEASED..."

With little else of interest at the crossway, Soldier's eye scanned for a quick path back to the site of the assault.

Frog's head shifted to the side, her gaze lingering upon the bard. Lifting her gloved fingers, she touches them upon the mask's cheek, "If you would like to learn about him, I believe searching his body would be the best method of doing so." Frog's form sits straight, "But I know that he is dead. I cannot help him."

Adrik's hand had lifted from his Recluse Dagger and fallen on his ale pouch which was being shaken at the moment to confirm he was still out of that sweet nectar that was booze. "Man was depressed, jumped, died, if that's what happened then all there is left to do is drink to the poor soul and get on with our day... And our work." With that he nudged his bard friend, Adrik had been paying Aearion to play his music is the streets from city to city while he himself pick pocketed the listeners. Not only did they get tips but they made bank too!

Zhouken took the strangely dressed woman's advice. "I think finding out this man's identity would be a good thing." He remarked as he rummaged through the man's bag. Inside the bag he found plenty of rolled up papers, schematics and blueprints of some sort, though what they were he had no idea. A few wands, a finely bound leather journal, as well as a pentagonal wooden container was all that he found inside the man's satchel. Zhouken opened the strange container to find exactly what he was looking for. The container was apparently a holder for his identification papers. All the info he was looking for was held within.

Zhouken began to read of the info aloud. " His name is Bonel Geldem. He's a provost. Professor of Pre-Galifar Studies at Morgrave Institute apparently." Zhouken finished as he closed the wooden container, and then folded the man's hands onto his chest, it was the least he could do for the man who had met with such a cruel end.

As the group continues to converse. You all hear the faint sound of something metallic dragging across stone quickly. The sound continues and can even slightly be heard over the downpour of rain still. Moments later a shadow flashes into the dim light of the everbright lanterns. It climbs up and over the railing of the bridge and leaps with a pair of deadly pair of blades in its arms. The figure knocks Zhouken away from the body, knocking the satchel form his hands and into the air, while forcing him backward towards the rest of the group though physically he has taken no wounds. The shadowy figure pulls back its hood to reveal a sleek metallic and wooden frame with two pair of glowing eyes. The being places itself in between and the group. The satchel lands between the group and the new assailant. The figure crouches low, like a tiger waiting to pounce.



"I am Cutter. Give me the satchel." the warforged speaks in a voice vaguely feminine. "Or perish."

(Just to figure out who responsed next I'm going to have us roll initiative. That way we all know exactly who has acted. I ask that we all act according to the rolls we get unless of course you wish to delay for tactical or cinematic purposes. I figure this will make combat a bit easier and allow everyone to take part in the fun and not just have the enemy drop on the first go around. Also. a bit of information on the layout of the area. The bridge is only 20 ft wide, the stonework is drenched in rainwater of about 1/2 in. making the ground slippery but nothing to terrible. The railings along the side are magically enchanted to protect people from falling over, but it is still possible. The fall is definitely high enough to kill, unless you land on the single cross platform that Soldier had landed on. So then...here we go

(Idk if I get any bonuses because of Adriks Dex... His stats according to third Level:
Str +3
Dex +2
Con +1
Int +0
Wis +0
Char +1))

Adrik knowing War Forge are immune to poison reaches for his Dragon Dagger!

((EDIT: Not that it matters I'll be going last lol.))

Since this is merely a way to decide posting order unless we all decide we would like more rules to govern such things i will simply be going with a flat roll of d20 anything more and i think it would take away from the core concept of this game which is to simply adventure and use as little dice and rules as possible. so lets all just have fun and once i have everyones initiative i will post the order and we can begin the battle accordingly

Aearion felt a bit odd, being watched like that by the masked figure. She was a strange one. The Merman assumed her to be a noblewoman of some sort, but even as eccentric looking as they could be, this one took the cake. At the sound of looking into who he was, Aearion spoke again."Yes, that would be good. I was not there, but being a witness I feel like I should do my part." He spoke gently and solemn.

"A professor, you say? And now he's dead... Poor man." The bard said softly, ignoring his Dwarven companion's remarks."What could have possibly-" He couldn't finish his sentence. Another Warforged entered the scene. And this one was not friendly.

"No! Stay back, I beseech you!" Aearion cried out as he unsheathed the copper coloured trident that had been so carefully packed next to his lute on his back. Kind of a stereotypical weapon, but the school of the Sea Singers was known to handle weaponry related to the ocean. He clutched the weapon with both his hands."I do not mean you any harm! I beg you, just leave!" He tried to reason with it, knowingly for naught. This was possibly the being that killed the professor in the first place.

((Well Adrik, looks like we both suck. High five!))

Frog's mask shifts towards the assailant, as Omelia starts to move to the side of Frog, still holding the umbrella aloft. The rain drowns out her plaintive, "Hmm." but she glances at the dead body, and then at the assailant, "I have a strange feeling that it was you who fell. It certainly is nice to meet your acquaintance." Slowly rising from the bridge's railing, she motions for the umbrella, which Omelia hands to her. Holding it, she shakes her head slowly, "But I am afraid I cannot allow you to steal. It is a shame, too, as I have no use for a warforged being. It is not personal, of course."

Omelia's hair was stuck to her face, rain still pouring upon her; but she stood in a combat stance between Frog and Cutter.

Zhouken rose from his stupor. There was a bit of anger in his eyes as he got to his feet. The rain had been cold, he had kept himself dry up until then. And now he was soaked from top to bottom. His hat lay in the steady stream of water that rushed along beside him. And now water was dripping down his face and seeping into the last portion of warmth he had remaining. Zhouken steadied himself, as steam began to rise up off of his clothes. "I really hate being wet." Zhouken replied as he took a step forward, more steam rising up off of his clothes as he grabbed the hilt of his sword. "I will give you this one and only chance. Lay down you weapons, and surrender. I will give you no other chance." Zhouken told her, as the aura of steam continued to rise the warmth surrounding him further as he waited. If this was to be a fight he would end it, and protect anyone else from getting injured along the way.

{Since Frog will act before Cutter, I will post her actions.}

Frog's gloved fingers idly twirled the umbrella, before she grasped it, the water ceasing its scattering, "Oh." Stopping briefly to have her eyes trail upon Cutter's form, she dips her masked face towards it, "I do apologize. I had thought you were something else." Standing straight, she speaks and gestures with her hand, "I do have a use for you."

Lifting her hand upward, she says to Omelia, "Kill him." Then, "Sivob Odutitrof." As Omelia willingly charges into Cutter's reach, she pulls back her hand, its fingers bent and claw-like in stance. Under the rain, the fabric of her shirt and legs is pushed back, her arms and legs becoming more muscular. A hot jet of steam escapes her nostrils, as she unleashes her punch towards Cutter's chest.

{Frog casts Bull's Strength on Omelia! +4 Strength.}

Cutter seemed to be pleased that their choice had been combat. As the small being rushed towards her, she charged forward to meet her first victim. Blades held tightly in her iron hands in a reverse grip as she dashed forward. It wasn't until they were both in range that many would see the ability of the foe they faced. Even as Omelia's fist was poised to deliver a blow the warforged leaped into the air up and over his attacker and landed gracefully. Then continued on her pathway, straight towards Omelia's apparent master.

As Cutter's blade poised to strike at Frog, Zhouken put himself in the pathway. He sword flashed from it's sheath with lightning speed, in a blazing arc of fire. Cutter brought both blade to bare against her new assailant in an effort to block, but the gleaming flames of Zhouken's sword still managed to singe her hands and arms a bit. Zhouken was not finished though as one attack turned into a fast flurry of sword swings, and Cutter was forced onto the defensive further as she parried each blade swing.

"I warned you." He spoke determined as he stood in front of the masked woman, blade returning to it's sheath as by instinct.

Adrik, flips his dagger in his hand, focuses on the target and throws it! If it hits the target would light a blaze, if he even grazed the war forge she would at least feel a slight burn, missing was no option, "hey tin can, taste dragon steel!!"

The Merman gritted his teeth. Cutter didn't seem like it was backing off. His Dwarven companion seemed aching for combat, but couldn't quite land a hit. Being that he stood closest, Aearion decided to turn his attention on him."Adrik, my friend. I haven't known you long, but I know you well enough to know that one Warforged should be no problem for a badass like yourself." The spoke with a grin, touching the Dwarf's shoulder as he spoke his words. The last words Aearion said, only Adrik would understand, despite not knowing the tongue it was spoke in."Take it out."

((Aearion casts Heroism on Adrik for a +2 morale bonus))

Frog stood still, even as Cutter attempted to attack her. Underneath the mask, she curled her lips into a smile, her gloved hand airily drawing itself in front of her, "That was very close. You could have hurt me. But I am very impressed.." Omelia's form twisted about, her nose releasing a bullish snort. She forms a fist with her hand and moves to smash the back of it into the side of Cutter's face, from behind.

Frog's hand lifted upwards, towards the dwarf, "Sivob Odutitrof." A ring of metal forms under his nose, his muscles growing and filling in his clothing.

{Frog casts Bull's Strength on Adrik. +4 Strength!}

Cutter was so focused on her close encounter with Zhouken that she hadn't seen the blade fly through the air. The acid bit into her wooden and metal frame, searing her. Their was rage in her eyes, but the pain had only caused her to recieve another crushing blow from Omelia's clenched fist knocking Cutter into the air and onto her back several feet away.

Moment's later though Cutter rose to her feet. She wobbled for only a moment, before letting out a blood cuddling mechanical roar from her open mouth.

"I'll slaughter you all! You weak flesh formed creatures!" were her deafening words.

Though her body took on an even more astonishing transformation. The folds in her armor opened to reveal even more small bladed weapons. daggers, and shuriken of all sizes adorned her body, and small arcane lines of her body began to glow all along her form, and finally the blades erupted into a storm of steel that whirled around her. With a single outstretch of her hand, she sent a wave of bladed instruments towards everyone, and as they flew through the air, Cutter charged forward behind a wall of whirling steel.

Even as the blades swirled through the air in his direction, Zhouken remained calm. Just as each flying blade aimed to piece his body Zhouken moved, his body flowing in and out of the way of each blade of death, with nothing but simple steps. He seemed to dance around the whirling death like a dancer would.

"You rage is nothing that can stand against my skill." Zhouken commented as he raised his sword once more in the defensive. Placing himself in the direct path of Cutter's raging form.