Caldon and Evangeline
Heeding Evangeline's warning about the mattress, Caldon and Arcadia move the injured woman further away from the burning pile of rubbish. Arcadia continues tending to her wounds.
The woman is looking at Caldon. She is
looking at him in a way.
As she approaches the front door, Evangeline sees the mattress tip and fall. It hits the burning rubbish pile hard, sending smaller pieces flying. Evangeline dodges them easily.
Both Caldon and Evangeline notice that as chunks of burning trash are knocked across the mid-line of the road, the flames wink out immediately.
This street is
directly on the edge of the Unburning's edge.
Evangeline enters the front door. The entry room is empty, as are the hallways to the left and right. It seems as if the residents of the first floor have already all gotten out of the building. There is a staircase leading up to the second floor, and a door leading into the central courtyard in the middle of the building. Red light from above bathes the courtyard, and small feathery burning objects are falling down from above, swirling around as the fire up top pulls air up from below.
Ebald Petrol and Cece
The old nudist couple seems convinced. They seem to know the way out, and start moving towards the stairs on their own. The man stares at Ebald and Petrol as he goes, making sure they aren't peeking.
"I'm watching you, peepers!"
Cece hurries ahead, intending to warn the Junk lady. With her eyes closed, she collides with the wall at the corner. The old nudist woman is pleased.
"Now she has her eyes closed. That peeper is one of the good ones!" she says approvingly.
When Cece gets back to Zargorina's door, the old goblin woman is trying to shift a wardrobe that must weigh 8 times as much as herself. She apparently set fire to all the clothes inside before she even started to try and shift it.
The room is considerably less cluttered now, much of the stuff having already gone out the window, but it is still a confusing mess of junk and boxes, most of which are at least smoldering now.
DM wrote:Ebald and Petrol can see this too, if they chose to follow Cece rather than following the nudists to the stairs.
Sharn
Sharn gets herself upright, and focuses on finding the bucket. She finds it quickly, as the torrent of water pouring out of it makes it hard to miss. She only has to move aside a few chunks of wood, and she picks it up. The Magic Bucket is safe!
Then Sharn looks around.
Half the room is rubble. The floor of the fifth-floor hallway collapsed sideways, along with the wall of this room. She is on the 4th floor now, but the door back into the 4th floor hallway is completely covered with fallen wood beams and plaster (if it is even still door-shaped anymore)
She might possibly be able to climb the rubble back into the remains of the 5th floor hallway above, but it looks like a hard dangerous climb. Water is still pouring down from up there. Quite a lot of water had accumulated up there while she was searching for the bucket.
The other half of the room is covered from floor to ceiling in cabinets and shelves. There are glass bottles, boxes, and tiny cloth bundles everywhere. The sheer number of small bottles is overwhelming, and many of them are brightly colored. The place smells like an apothecary. Sharn definitely recognizes the scent of lazyleaf and doom-cap in amongst the olfactory cacophony of scents.
There are also quite a lot of small bottles and boxes and bundles scattered around on the floor, some broken. Apparently the part of the room that collapsed was covered in similar shelves and cabinets.
Most of the light in the room is coming from a pretty glowing globe about the size of Sharn's head. It is hanging from the ceiling. It seems to be radiating magical light.
There is also some light coming from the window in the far wall, but the window is mostly obscured by a thin shelving unit that someone has built right over the middle of it.
Normin
Stealth check wrote:Dexterity check for Stealth: 1D20+1 => (20 + 1) = 21 = Natural 20! Critical Success!
As Normin carefully rounds the corner, trying to make himself unnoticed, he realizes that the back wall of the building facing the alley has been painted with a vivid mural of large hats. Bowlers, flat-caps, trilbys, top-hats, leather-helms, tri-corners, skullcaps. Against this background, Big Hat Normin might as well be under the effect of an
Invisibility spell.
Normin sees three people. A red-bearded dwelf has his fingers wrapped around the neck of a lankey tattooed orc. The orc's firsts are alternately clawing at the dwelfs arms and pummeling his torso. They are both shouting. Flecks of spittle dance from the dwelf's mouth.
"This was MY home you filthy vagrant! I'll kill you!"
Both men have clearly visible weapons on their belts, but neither has unsheathed them yet.
The third person that Normin can see is a tall powerfully built man in the white-trimmed garb of the Executioner's Guild. He is facing away, but his hood is off, and Normin can see the straps that hold on his mask, criss-crossing through his mussed hair.
The executioner sprints towards the brawling men, still shouting
"STOP!"
The executioner strikes one of the men with a powerful open-fisted strike, sending both the combatants flying backwards into the wall.
Kailyn
Piter rubs the side of his chin as he ponders this question. He seems unaware that his brush is slopping paint onto his large draconic ear as he does this.
"Well, Count Kailyn, I don't know much about magic, it is not my field, but I do know that Professor Valentine teaches a graduate class on Teleportation. Apparently it is very exclusive. I was... talking with a third-year Wizarding student, and she was just going on and on about how she had to ace every exam and take advanced placement if she hoped to be eligible for his class before he is... well... you know...
retired".
Piter speaks the word "retired" as if it is dripping with blood.