DM Harpwizard |
Rotskill's Perception. 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
"I hear you, little halfling! Get yourself over here or your Dwarven friend here is going to see some blood!! You can't hide forever!"
Intimidate Check 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17
@Bofus. Rotskill has succeeded at demoralizing you. You are shaken for two rounds.
The nearest Brindol Lion hears you and rushes towards you. "Everyone stay calm!" the guard shouts out. "Step aside and let me through!"
Mantooth Longbrow |
Mantooth returns to the to the competition grounds. He makes his way towards where he last left his friends. Mantooth surveys the area to see if he can spot them.
Perception Check 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Seeing the commotion, Mantooth makes his way through the crowd, trying to where he can visibly see Thordak being made a fool of by the Varsian.
I am not sure if this is the appropriate/viable action. I am hoping that the perception check was good enough to see the trouble.
Bofus Beerswizzler |
@Bofus. Rotskill has succeeded at demoralizing you. You are shaken for two rounds.
Matthias Teskerwill |
Matthias sees the guard coming but is worried that Rotskil will try and strike the stunned Thordak and make off before the guard arrives. He steps out of the crowd and to Thordaks side drawing his scimitar and says
I happen to know that my friend here is very fond of his beard and I would not see it trimmed today by the likes of you
Matthias holds his ground next to Thordak glaring at Rotskil.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
DM Harpwizard |
I happen to know that my friend here is very fond of his beard and I would not see it trimmed today by the likes of you
The tattoo faced Varisian reacts to you with surprise, as if he had never seen you before. "Who the hell are you? This sounds like you and the dwarf are in cahoots with that scroungy, thieving, two bit halfling! Tell me where he is and you will have no problem with me! Otherwise you can expect a heap of trouble!"
Cebrë Hath'we |
...meanwhile in a more peaceful place...
Cebrë looks up at the nest in the tree, shrugs her shoulders, leans her staff at the base of the tree and starts climbing.
Climb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
I wonder what's in that nest...
I hope they're not having any trouble with tattoo face
Bofus Beerswizzler |
Hehehe this guy is a buffoon!! He's confirmed that his key is still needed to open that last lock!!
I'm quite amused at Rotskill, despite his intimidating bluster. He heard me , but still can't find me?? Muahahahaha!! To show his hand like this, in this fashion . . . hmmmm, hang on a second. Maybe there's more going on here than meets the eye.
* What is master Yab doing during all of this?
* Is the guard who answered my call approaching? If he is and is still some distance away, I'll intercept him (if I think I can get to him early enough to tell him what's going on without giving my position away to the thugs)
* Have I seen Mantooth yet?
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
* How many bad guys do there appear to be?
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
* What about the guy who tried to kidnap Cebrë, or me--is either of them part of the group accosting Thordak, Matthias, and Yab?
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
DM Harpwizard |
@ Cebrë. You think fondly of your childhood among that elves as you easily climb up the tree to the nest where you find three unhatched eggs and one green glowing perfectly spherical shaped orb. You are aware that nature shapes eggs in an obloid to prevent them from rolling. This clearly does not belong here!
@ Bofus. Mantooth is approaching. You see him coming straight toward Thordak and Matthias. There are two thugs and Rotskill. The one who tried to kidnap Cebrë is one of the thugs. There is one Brindol Lion approaching the scene as well. You are able to intercept him easily before he reaches Rotskill and the others.
"What's going on here? Are you the one shouting and causing all the alarm?"
Bofus Beerswizzler |
@ Bofus. Mantooth is approaching. You see him coming straight toward Thordak and Matthias. There are two thugs and Rotskill. The one who tried to kidnap Cebrë is one of the thugs.
Phwew, OK, Mantooth will give some more muscle to the scene--I like these odds much better now.
Is the one I remember from before in full health?
There is one Brindol Lion approaching the scene as well. You are able to intercept him easily before he reaches Rotskill and the others.
"What's going on here? Are you the one shouting and causing all the alarm?"
I point to the action and, since there is some serious sh1te going down, I don't think it's a bluff to look nervous; I don't actually want violence at this time. But, if you insist . . .
Bluff (ONLY if necessary) 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Quick, quick!! There's a tattooed-faced guy over there waving around a rapier threatening the dwarf who won the archery contest, AND the steeple-chase winner too!! I really think he means business!! You think he could be trying to steal their winnings?!?! <--hehehehe
I'm certain that the Lion would then look in that direction which should cover a Stealth attempt (but I'll also make the Bluff check to "make ya look" if necessary--if he DOESN'T look that way of his own accord) to once again melt into the crowd. But I still want to stay in a position where I can get in and help with a flank.
Bluff as cover for Stealth 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 Like I said, I probably don't need this check, right DMHW? Right???
Stealth 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19
DM Harpwizard |
The Brindol Lion standing next to Bofus looks across at Rotskill and the confrontation with Thordak. "I see what you are talking about. I will straighten this out! Come with me, half . . . Where did you go, fella?" The Brindol Lion looks around briefly to see where Bofus escaped to, but then wastes no time and goes straight across through the crowd and reaches Rotskill, his thugs, Thordak, Matthias, and Mantooth also joining in. What's this I hear about a theft? Put away those weapons! Can somebody speak up and clarify what is going on here!"
Bofus Beerswizzler |
The Brindol Lion standing next to Bofus looks across at Rotskill and the confrontation with Thordak. "I see what you are talking about. I will straighten this out! Come with me, half . . . Where did you go, fella?" The Brindol Lion looks around briefly to see where Bofus escaped to, but then wastes no time and goes straight across through the crowd and reaches Rotskill, his thugs, Thordak, Matthias, and Mantooth also joining in. What's this I hear about a theft? Put away those weapons! Can somebody speak up and clarify what is going on here!"
This will either go really really well, or really really badly . . . but hey, I'm a gambler!
Thordak son of Throtgar |
Rotskill's Perception. 1d20+2
"I hear you, little halfling! Get yourself over here or your Dwarven friend here is going to see some blood!! You can't hide forever!"
Intimidate Check 1d20-2
@Bofus. Rotskill has succeeded at demoralizing you. You are shaken for two rounds.
The nearest Brindol Lion hears you and rushes towards you. "Everyone stay calm!" the guard shouts out. "Step aside and let me through!"
Thordak frets with his beard worriedly, ready to defend it with his life but hoping he doesn't have to. You leave moi beard out o' this you tatoo-covered rat! Oi hope he doesn't try to touch moi beard, Oi wouldn't want the kids in the audience to see what Oi'd do to him...
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Cebrë Hath'we |
@ Cebrë. You think fondly of your childhood among that elves as you easily climb up the tree to the nest where you find three unhatched eggs and one green glowing perfectly spherical shaped orb. You are aware that nature shapes eggs in an obloid to prevent them from rolling. This clearly does not belong here!
Cebrë tilts her head for a moment, observing the eggs and the orb thoughtfully careful not to get too close to the nest.
She then casts Mage Hand and attempts to move the orb....if it moves she will attempt to retrieve it with the spell.
DM Harpwizard |
@Cebrë. As you draw upon the arcane magic and extend it around the orb, you lift the ball out of the nest and it floats there gently. With your thoughts and a gesture of your hand the magic pulls the orb to your side.
@Thordak, et al. Rotskill slowly lowers his blade and the Brindol Lion impatiently repeats his question. "Is there anybody here with some wit that can somebody speak up and tell me what is going on here!" Rotskill simply glares at the guard, but doesn't say a word.
Thordak son of Throtgar |
@Cebrë. As you draw upon the arcane magic and extend it around the orb, you lift the ball out of the nest and it floats there gently. With your thoughts and a gesture of your hand the magic pulls the orb to your side.
@Thordak, et al. Rotskill slowly lowers his blade and the Brindol Lion impatiently repeats his question. "Is there anybody here with some wit that can somebody speak up and tell me what is going on here!" Rotskill simply glares at the guard, but doesn't say a word.
Tryin' to cut moi beard the bugger was, that's what he said! Slimy no-good double-creepin… Thordak trails off into flustered grumbles and curses. Lucky you're here though, officer, Oi didn't want to have to hurt him in, an front of all these people! Oi guess this fella doesn't know you don't come between a Dwarf and his beard! Thordak jokes with renewed confidence, trying to regain face after all of all of Rotskill's unkind words.
Bofus Beerswizzler |
Rotskill slowly lowers his blade and the Brindol Lion impatiently repeats his question. "Is there anybody here with some wit that can somebody speak up and tell me what is going on here!" Rotskill simply glares at the guard, but doesn't say a word.
Dang, he's showing more brains that I'd hoped. Still, he's in a no-win situation, as long as that guard is actually a real Lion and not a Pussy Cat. He doesn't have much choice but to either slink away and try again later, or bring his accusation to light--in which case I've got him . . .
Rotskill makes a very amusing foil. I think I like him.
*blink* *blink* actualy, I just had a disturbing thought about what his next course of action could be . . . since he needs that key, he's going to get more desparate as the time for the Gauntlet approaches; he might do things in that desparation he wouldn't do otherwise, like lean on the Lions more directly for help in catching me. Hmmm, how'm I going to deal with that eventuality??
DM Harpwizard |
Rotskill notices the numbers are no longer in his favor and replies, "There is no problem here, sir, just a simple misunderstanding. However, I think I have cleared things up considerably."
Rotskill's Bluff Check to send a hidden message 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4
You can only imagine what he has to say to you. The tattoo faced Varisian leaves with his thugs close at his heels.
Bofus Beerswizzler |
You can only imagine what he has to say to you. The tattoo faced Varisian leaves with his thugs close at his heels.
So, with only a couple hours left before the Gauntlet, I wish I'd thought of htis before . . . is there any concievable way a duplicate of Rotskill's key could be made--and that it might fool him? I'm assuming it's metal, so I find this unlikely, but it's worth asking.
Ooohhh . . I just got the urge to play with these guys by picking one of their pockets!!! I think Bofus *would* do something like that. He'll get behind the last thug and go for it, then try to hide after.
Sleight of Hand 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Stealth 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16 <--of course, if his SoH goes undetected, he shouldn't need this check . . . but you never know
Bofus Beerswizzler |
hee hee hee!! I LOVE this game!!!
I'll quickly head back toward the group, but stay out of sight of the Lion until he goes away. Once he does, I'll rejoin my peeps. (Is Master Yab still there, or has he left the action?)
Well, that was exhilirating!! I wonder what he'll try next . . .
Let's see how the competitors are doing! And can we stay together this time??
I'll bounce back to the viewing field, but keep a close eye out for Rotskill & Company.
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
By the way, Matthias--I need to talk to the Magistrate before the Gauntlet starts. You think he'll be at the East Gatehouse again, or do we need to seek him out elsewhere? Any idea?
After a few moments, I'll take advantage of the lull in activity. I'll pull out my newly purchased silk rope and pair of pitons. I'll begin the process of carefully and securely tying one end of the rope to both pitons, spacing them about a foot apart. If anyone asks, my answer is the following
*wink* Luck favors the prepared!
Cebrë Hath'we |
@Cebrë. As you draw upon the arcane magic and extend it around the orb, you lift the ball out of the nest and it floats there gently. With your thoughts and a gesture of your hand the magic pulls the orb to your side.
Cebrë makes a quiet gasp as she sees the orb floating through the air towards her, "I've got it!'
She quickly stows the orb in her backpack.Cebrë then takes a quick look to see if the eagle may be returning,
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
If she doesn't spot the eagle or if she has time before it returns she will quickly climb down the tree and run back to the arch.
Climb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Mantooth Longbrow |
Mantooth, having not been able to get back to the action in enough time, finally makes his way back to his friends. Trying to make out whatever he can see through the green arch, he turns to his friends. Did I miss anything? What exactly is Cebrë up to now?
DM Harpwizard |
@Cebre. You hold the orb in your hand and it feels relatively light, very smooth and perfectly round. As you look around the area you are unable to see that anything has changed. In fact as you think about it, you cannot recall for certain that you ever saw the arch since you arrived in this strange wooded world.
Bofus Beerswizzler |
Mantooth, having not been able to get back to the action in enough time, finally makes his way back to his friends. Trying to make out whatever he can see through the green arch, he turns to his friends. Did I miss anything? What exactly is Cebrë up to now?
I'm not sure how much we can see, DM . . . everything?
I won't say any of this around Yab, but will make sure that the rest of the boys hear this.
So, guys, we really need to be on our toes. Rotskill is getting desparate; it's obvious that his key is still a factor in the Gauntlet, because otherwise he wouldn't want it back bad enough to threaten violence in a public place. So, really, let's do our best to stick together from now until the tournament is over, OK? I think that I can be an exception, because I can keep out of sight; i have at least one errand to run once Cabre is done here.
In any case, I"m going to need to talk to the Magistrate before the Gauntlet so I'm properly prepared to . . . "un-fix" it. Can we agree to sort of mosey over to the east guard house, and I'll catch up with you all there? THEN we stay together until the Gauntlet? I'm afraid tha tRotskill might try tog et some of the Brindol Lions directly involved, because we know some of them are in Trask's pocket, so we really need to be prepared for the worst.
DM Harpwizard |
You may see everything that Cebre is doing through the arch.
Although Rotskill has departed into the crowd, the Brindol Lion remains and speaks to you.
We have not had much violence here at the tournament, but tensions can often get very high for many competitors and spectators. Are all of you folks ok?
Thordak son of Throtgar |
You may see everything that Cebre is doing through the arch.
Although Rotskill has departed into the crowd, the Brindol Lion remains and speaks to you.
We have not had much violence here at the tournament, but tensions can often get very high for many competitors and spectators. Are all of you folks ok?
Yes, officer, Oi think Oi'll pull through... Thordak says, shaking off this unsettling experience and patting his beard comfortingly.
Bofus Beerswizzler |
We have not had much violence here at the tournament, but tensions can often get very high for many competitors and spectators. Are all of you folks ok?
I'll pop back in at this time
please note my prior post woudl not have been in front of the guard, it would have waited until he left!
Yeah, that Varisian guy is bad news--he scared me, sorry I ran off there. I thought I saw him following one of the other competitors around earlier today--that one I point through Cabre's arch . . . nothing came of that, but he DEFINITELY gave me a full-on case of the heebie jeebies, if you know what I mean. Mr. Lion, sir, I would take it as a great kindness if you and the other of the most noble Brindol Lions were to keep an eye out on that frigtening faced fellow. I abhor violence, and am really concerned he might do something regretful!!
Later, after the guard is gone and they're back to watching Cabre . . .
Ooohh, clever girl! She made up that potion . . . ah, up in the Eagle's Nest, she found the Orb!! Hmm, let's check in on the other competitors . . .
I'll wander over to the other arches and see if I can't tell how CAbre is doing in comparison.
Cebrë Hath'we |
Cebrë, after coming down the tree and holding up the orb for a short moment, quickly stows it back in her pack and sprints back to the table.
Now, I suppose it's time to find out what this is for!
Cebrë takes one of the bottles of green liquid examines it for a second, removes the stopper and drinks it.
Mantooth Longbrow |
Although Rotskill has departed into the crowd, the Brindol Lion remains and speaks to you.We have not had much violence here at the tournament, but tensions can often get very high for many competitors and spectators. Are all of you folks ok?
Mantooth turns to the guard, somewhat hesitant to offer too much detail into the trouble Rotskill had been given them.
Sense Motive 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
"Have you seen that particular Varsian around before, sir?" Mantooth asks, addressing the guard.
DM Harpwizard |
@Cebre. You drink from the green elixir and suddenly your insides warm up and you are filled with a deep satisfying joy. You cannot help yourself, but you are so delighted that you lay down on the grass and let out a sudden burst of laughter.
Your Charisma is temporarily increased by 4 points.
As you smile and look up at the sky you notice 6 rods floating vertically in a circle about 10 feet above the stone table. As you curiously stare up at them, they suddenly burst into green flames.
@Mantooth. The guard replies, "No, I cannot say that I have seen the Varisian before, but I have seen his two chums in Brindol before. I do not know their names, but I've seen them at tavern called the Craven Raven."
@Bofus. You walk around summoners field and look through a variety of arches to see how the other competitors are doing. You are not clear how much progress they are making but you notice the following. Sylas the Red is walking across a narrow rock bridge over a lava river approaching a flaming orb on a pedestal, Stumblemoss is climbing up an icy cliff trying to get to the top where a snow leopard awaits. Harash Lokastar is immersed in a dark dungeon battling spiders. Rowena Jadeskar appears to be swimming underwater with a school of bright fish.
@Matthias. Out of the crowd your father, Owen Teskerwill, approaches you and speaks. "Matthias? Is that you? Somebody told me you were back in Brindol."
Bofus Beerswizzler |
@Bofus. You walk around summoners field and look through a variety of arches to see how the other competitors are doing.
Hmm . . . looks like Jadeskar is the one to beat, unless I miss my guess.
Make my way back to the others, keeping an eye out for trouble.
perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
DM Harpwizard |
Bofus Beerswizzler |
** spoiler omitted **
Cool! Hey guys, look who's coming! I imagine this woudl be a hefty bonus to perception checks
I'll head over to his direction to intercept. Good Lord Jarmaath, please join us in watching the magic competition! We'll gladly fill you in on our friend Cabre's performance so far--very impressive!! Right this way, My Lord!!
If he shows interest, I'll fill him in on what I've seen so far--of the competition, that is.
Mantooth Longbrow |
Mantooth continues to watch Cebrë through the arch, taking the time every now and then to glance through the other arches to see what the other competitors might be doing. "I wonder if Cebrë is going to end up having to face off against something considering that fellow is battling a horde of spiders"
Perception Check 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Noticing Lord Jarmaath and his guard, Mantooth watches as Bofus hurries to meet him. Seeing Mattias is busy with someone who appears to know him, he asks Thordak "I wonder if Jarmaath has taken interest in his favorite half-elf's progress?"
Florence Danapieré |
Interrupting before Thordak is able to answer, Florence replies
And who could blame him for that?
The woman, who stands next to Mantooth, is an attractive brunette in her late 20ies. She has a rather uncommon accent and a coarse, yet not tuneless voice and while she speaks you notice a silver cuspid.
Her face and exposed arms are freckled and her eyes have the dark green of moss.
She wears a well kept studded leather armor and has a longsword strapped to her back.
Still looking through the arch, she asks
I've seen you and your friends perform at the tournament...you did really well and already enjoy quite a reputation, mhh?
After a moment of consideration, she turns fully to the paladin and says
I'm Florence Danapieré... she puts her right hand forth and I'd like to accompany you, to record your story...maybe even write a "chanson de geste" based on it. she smiles friendly, then adds hastily Provided you agree, I mean!
Thordak son of Throtgar |
Interrupting before Thordak is able to answer, Florence replies
And who could blame him for that?
TORAG'SBEARDWHEREDIDYOUCOMEFROM!? Thordak says all at once, obviously surprised and still a bit defensive after his last encounter. You shouldn't sneak up on a Dwarf like that! an' interruptin' too... Who are you anyhow? Thordak eyes the silver tooth.
Appraise: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Florence Danapieré |
Perception1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Noticing the dwarf's inquiring gaze, Florence arches one brow and replies
Oh sorry, I didn't want to sneak up on you! Actually I stood here all the while...obviously unnoticed by you two.
Slapping the dwarf on the shoulder she adds with a hearty tone
But nice to meet you meister dwarf! You're Thordak, right?
Bofus Beerswizzler |
My goodness . . . I'm beginning to wish the Gauntlet of Traps weren't the last competition of the day. You gentlemen seem to be getting all the lovliest ladies to walk right up and greet you after YOUR performances. I wonder who will introduce themselves to ME after MINE!
I bow politely, then stick my hand out to the new arrival.
Greetings, m'lady. Bofus Beechnut at your service.
Thordak son of Throtgar |
Perception1d20 + 3
Noticing the dwarf's inquiring gaze, Florence arches one brow and replies
Oh sorry, I didn't want to sneak up on you! Actually I stood here all the while...obviously unnoticed by you two.
Slapping the dwarf on the shoulder she adds with a hearty tone
But nice to meet you meister dwarf! You're Thordak, right?
Errmm...Yes, yes I am. Thordak, Son of Throtgar. He says, extending his hand and puffing up with renewed pride at the opportunity to introduce himself by his full name again.
Mantooth Longbrow |
I've seen you and your friends perform at the tournament...you did really well and already enjoy quite a reputation, mhh?After a moment of consideration, she turns fully to the paladin and says
I'm Florence Danapieré... she puts her right hand forth and I'd like to accompany you, to record your story...maybe even write a "chanson de geste" based on it. she smiles friendly, then adds hastily Provided you agree, I mean!
Mantooth gently takes the woman's hand in his own, raising it slightly while maintaining eye-contact with her. "Well met, Ms. Danapieré. We are indeed enjoying our recent triumphs. As you can see, the recent gain of the winner's purse has put Thordak somewhat, on edge."
Gathering that the woman must be a performer of some kind from her offer of a song, the Paladin raises an eyebrow to Florence. "The story of our passage into championship, or did you have more in mind..? Pray tell, Ms. Danapieré, how long have you been observing us?"
Sense Motive 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Florence Danapieré |
Beechnut you say? Oh, I LOVE beechnuts... realizing that this might not be the most adequate greeting, she adds
I mean: Wel met traveller. I take you belong to Thordak and Mantooth, right? I think I haven't seen you in action yet. remembering that the halfling stated exactly that before, she goes on
ah well, I forgot, of course the Gauntlet is one of the last parts of the tournament.
Looking at Torald, she says
I'm proud to make your acquaintance, by chance have I already heard of your family?
Knowledge History1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
No, I don't think so, yet that's not very meaningful, since I'm not very familiar with dwarven history.
Florence Danapieré |
Turning to Mantooth, it seems like she does not get the subliminal message of his question
Oh, I just arrived yesterday and since you performed so well at the contests I attended, and I was desperately searching for a group like yours who I could accompany, I just decided this was the right moment to introduce myself.
You can't sense any signs of deceit in her words.
Thordak son of Throtgar |
Looking at Torald, she saysI'm proud to make your acquaintance, by chance have I already heard of your family?
Knowledge History1d20 + 2
No, I don't think so, yet that's not very meaningful, since I'm not very familiar with dwarven history.
Well, perhaps, but Oi'm not sure moi father has done much trading outside of Elsir Vale, so unless that sword of yours somehow made it from his forge to wherever you hail from Oi doubt it. Lemme take a look.
Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
If yes, Thordak looks it over and checks for his father's mark.
Appraise: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Bofus Beerswizzler |
Beechnut you say? Oh, I LOVE beechnuts...
I grin and giggle Who doesn't??
I mean: Wel met traveller. I take you belong to Thordak and Mantooth, right? I think I haven't seen you in action yet . . . ah well, I forgot, of course the Gauntlet is one of the last parts of the tournament.
At "Belong to Thordak and Mantooth" my face takes on an affronted look.
Was that a remark??
"Hasn't seen me in action, eh?"
I'll go for pinching the most obvious, vaulable small item on her. Money pouch if it's there.
Sleight of Hand1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 May I just say KAZAM!!!
Now who belongs to whom?!?! hehehe
Matthias Teskerwill |
@Matthias. Out of the crowd your father, Owen Teskerwill, approaches you and speaks. "Matthias? Is that you? Somebody told me you were back in Brindol."
Matthias is startled by his fathers sudden appearance. He replies Yes, It is me... he trails off awkwardly not knowing exactly what to say next Err, how have you and mother been?
Florence Danapieré |
Though the dwarf asks for the sword in a rather rough manner, Florence hands it over to him
True, I bought the sword here in the Vale. But the blacksmith was not a dwarf...not at all.
Turning back to the arch, she comments
I bet your friend...what was her name...fares pretty well, doesn't she?
Bofus Beerswizzler |
I bet your friend...what was her name...fares pretty well, doesn't she?
You all notice that I was visibly confused and affronted by the "belonging to Thordak and Mantooth" comment; but after a moment I suddenly turned back to my usual chipper self.
Yes, Cebrë appears to be doing well so far; she's picked up her orb and is now working on how to move on to whatever her next challenge is. But, we got a little distracted dealing with some . . . local fauna, and weren't able to keep a close eye on the other competitors, so it's difficult to say whether she's doing well compared to anyone else.
By the way, if you're going to spend any time with us, it's fair to warn you that we've picked up another, far less friendly--and FAR less lovely--tag-along. An unwholesome fellow by the name of Rotskill seems to want to skewer me--ME of all people!! Can you imagine??--because he's missing something important to him. He's got the notion that I filched it from him. I mean, really!! The nerve! The audacity!! THE UNMITIGATED GALL!!!!
There's quite a story behind that . . . buuuuuuuut I hope you understand if we're not completley willing to share our tale with an earstwhile stranger--no offense, I hope? Earn our trust, and I'm sure you'll hear the grand tale!
Anyway, keep your eyes peeled for a tattooed-faced Varisian skulking about with a couple of common street thugs. The lot of them are not above treats of violence, and kidnapping, as we can all attest to, and as the hours tick by he will become more desparate in trying to retrieve his property that he thinks I have. So, once you've been seen fraternizing with any of us, you're probably going to be as much of a target as any one of us--fair warning, m'lady! Once you're with us, I suggest sticking together. I tend to break that rule, simply because I'm most able to slip around unseen in a crowd like this, and am at best advantage in NOT facing foes head-on, if you catch my meaning.
Cebrë Hath'we |
As you smile and look up at the sky you notice 6 rods floating vertically in a circle about 10 feet above the stone table. As you curiously stare up at them, they suddenly burst into green flames.
Cebrë is surprised at the flaming rods and draws her wand, looking wary.
After looking another moment at the rods Cebrë turns her gaze to the table looking for any change.
Perception:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Holy hobgoblins, this is a complicated affair!