Bofus Beerswizzler |
After Cabre is done and has rested a bit, Bofus approaches her in his outwardly friendly manner.
loudlyM'lady, I believe I promised you you'd get to dance with me! Shall we? Bofus takes her hand and begins leading her to the dance floor rather forcefully
under his breath, for her ears only Please, it's important, we need to talk--I need your help!!
I'm a little busy where I am irght now--I've got a long post to make but it will have to wait until a little later. Please ond't let the in-game time run too long before I post, it's important!!
Cebrë Hath'we |
@Cebrë. An elegantly dressed, imposing noblewoman approaches you. So I see the Lord of Brindol has taken a liking to you, elf girl. Very interesting. You played that hand very well, my dear. Perhaps you would consider coming over to perform for me at Kaal Manor. Mind you, we would not have half the riff raff peasants that Jarmaath invites to these affairs. Think about it my dear and let me know. By the way, I did not catch your name. Know that you are addressing the Lady Verasa Kaal.
Cebrë bows her head in deference to the noblewoman and replies, My Lady, I am very pleased to meet you, my name is Cebrë Hath'we. I would count it a great privledge to perform at Kaal Manor. I pray I may have that opportunity soon and with those words said makes another bow of her head to the noblewoman.
Assuming the noblewoman leaves Cebrë addresses Bofus next....if not what follows happens after Verasa leaves...
After Cabre is done and has rested a bit, Bofus approaches her in his outwardly friendly manner.
loudly M'lady, I believe I promised you you'd get to dance with me! Shall we? Bofus takes her hand and begins leading her to the dance floor rather forcefully
under his breath, for her ears only Please, it's important, we need to talk--I need your help!!
At the sight of the approaching halfing Cebrë rolls her eyes and sighs. Upon his request for her hand she smiles but is a bit shocked when he grabs her hand and drags her out to the floor. When he makes his plea for help she crosses her arms and gives him an incredulous look.
whispered to bofus;
I hope you're not after that pendant, because I've put a terrible spell on it and if you try to steal it you'll be turned into a neut!
Bluff :1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
unfortunately, Cebrë is unable to keep a straight face and snorts twice trying to contain a great laugh welling up. (Right after this, her face becomes serious again and she checks to make sure the pendant remains where she put it!)
Bofus Beerswizzler |
whispered to bofus;
I hope you're not after that pendant, because I've put a terrible spell on it and if you try to steal it you'll be turned into a neut!
Bofus is putting on a showy smile (apparently for onlookers), but you can see in his eyes he's not joking.
low tonesBelieve me, my lady, I *only* pilfer from those who don't deserve their ill-gotten gains, or those who will use their treasures against the common good. Your performance earned you that pendant, and I shan't touch it, you have my word. But I really do need your help, and I must discuss it with you under the cover of dancing, otherwise . . . Please?
He continues to half-force her on the dance floor
full volume, for showCome now, my dear--no need to be frightened!! I'm not nearly as fierce as I look!
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Thordak son of Throtgar |
@ Thordak. The wild bird woman takes you out to a grove of trees in the courtyard and oddly begins fussing with your beard. My, you do have such a handsome beard. Keekee likes it very much, and so do I. Do you like to get out in nature much, my dear?
Thordak is not comfortable with this beard-fussing, and tries to pull it away from her hands and (and the bird's beak) without being too insulting.
Stealth Check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Escape Artist Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Errrm, Thank you M'lady. Thordak grumbles awkwardly, still trying to extricate his beard. Oi do spend a lot of time rangin' an'... Thordak trails off his sentence, thinking that mentioning hunting might not be taken too well, especially by the bird. ...Such. Oi don' think we've formally met, He says, extending his hand. Th'name's Thordak. Thordak decides to leave his habit of introducing himself with his father's name out of precaution. An' you?
Cebrë Hath'we |
low tonesBelieve me, my lady, I *only* pilfer from those who don't deserve their ill-gotten gains, or those who will use their treasures against the common good. Your performance earned you that pendant, and I shan't touch it, you have my word. But I really do need your help, and I must discuss it with you under the cover of dancing, otherwise . . . Please?
He continues to half-force her on the dance floor
full volume, for showCome now, my dear--no need to be frightened!! I'm not nearly as fierce as I look!
Oh, very well halfing, you're certainly persistent enough and that must count for something. Cebrë smiles, leans forward and kisses Bofus on the top of his head. When she is leaned over she whispers, What is it master halfling?
DM Harpwizard |
Errrm, Thank you M'lady. Thordak grumbles awkwardly, still trying to extricate his beard. Oi do spend a lot of time rangin' an'... Thordak trails off his sentence, thinking that mentioning hunting might not be taken too well, especially by the bird. ...Such. Oi don' think we've formally met, He says, extending his hand. Th'name's Thordak. Thordak decides to leave his habit of introducing himself with his father's name out of precaution. An' you?
Stop your mumbling, my dear! It's not very polite, and while you’re at it, stop slouchin. Dwarves are already short enough as it is. . . But my, aren’t you a little charmer, moving on to introductions. Thordak, that is such a sweet name. Well, since Keekee already approves of you, I will tell you mine. I am Dalgar, the Western Witch of the Eastern Witchwood. . . Don’t look so nervous, Thorry. I don’t bite. In fact if you were bitten, I would be able to help. I am a wiz at whipping up holistic remedies for nearly any sort of ailment. If you came back to my hut, I could brew you a drink and have you for dinner. You would find the woods much more pleasant than this busy little town. My hut sits in a peaceful little spot just east of the river where the Witchstream joins up with Giantshield Brook. How about it, my dear? Dalgar begins affectionately running her hands through Thordak’s beard once again.
Bofus Beerswizzler |
Oh, very well halfing, you're certainly persistent enough and that must count for something. Cebrë smiles, leans forward and kisses Bofus on the top of his head. When she is leaned over she whispers, What is it master halfling?
With an extravagant bow . . . Thank you for the honor, my lady! He leads her to the dance floor . . .
I'm sorry everyone, but this is a quiet conversation that only Cabre will be able to hear
Please don't react to what I'm saying, and don't make it look like I'm talking to you. Here's what's happening. You remember that unpleasant fellow with the tattooed face who almost got turned away at the door tonight? His name is Rotskill, and he's a villain. He's directly behind me now, take a quick look, you can't miss his ugly mug. Because I was very suspicious, I've been keeping a close eye on him, and it's a good thing I did. I followed him into the courtyard not a half-hour ago, where I witnessed him paying another man--he was cloaked and in the shadows, so I didn't get a good look at him--to sabotage the Gauntlet of Traps. He's going to rig the final lock so that only his own key can open it; but he's also going to poison the lock as well. If it was just the rigging part, I'd be upset for cheating; put poison? He's trying to kill the competition--including me!!
There's something big going on here--he even talked about some Baron he unfortuantley didn't name. I will foil this villain's plans. He's either got the key on his person now, or in his room at the inn, of that I'm certain. I want to pick his pockets for that key, but I don't think I can do it without help--he's too sharp. That's where YOUR loveliness comes in. If you can get him out here to dance within the crowd, I think that would distract him enough that I might succeed in relieving him of his key, if he's carrying it. I believe he was watching you closely before, so he may fancy you, this is why I think it might work.
If you're not willing to do this, I understand, but I beg for your help here--I can't let him win, and hurt anyone in the process. Now, if you decide to help me, wait a bit--maybe ten minutes?--get him out on this floor and keep his attention, and I'll do the rest. If I succeed, I'll wink at you; if I think he doesn't have the key, I'll shake my head--if that happens, please keep him occupied for a few seconds more to allow me to leave the hall unnoticed.
One more thing--I don't want him to suspect anything, so to make this look good, I'm going to grab your bum in 5 seconds, and I want you to slap my face and walk away in a huff . . . nothing personal, I assure you, it's just business!
As the dance concludes, Bofus makes a very visible, full-of-gusto slap on Cabre's (presumably farrrrry nice) bottom. THAT was *slap* FUN, m'lady!
Thordak son of Throtgar |
Stop your mumbling, my dear! It's not very polite, and while you’re at it, stop slouchin. Dwarves are already short enough as it is. . . But my, aren’t you a little charmer, moving on to introductions. Thordak, that is such a sweet name. Well, since Keekee already approves of you, I will tell you mine. I am Dalgar, the Western Witch of the Eastern Witchwood. . . Don’t look so nervous, Thorry. I don’t bite. In fact if you were bitten, I would be able to help. I am a wiz at whipping up holistic remedies for nearly any sort of ailment. If you came back to my hut, I could brew you a drink and have you for dinner. You would find the woods much more pleasant than this busy little town. My hut sits in a peaceful little spot just east of the river where the Witchstream joins up with Giantshield Brook. How about it, my dear? Dalgar begins affectionately running her hands through Thordak’s beard once again.
Thordak doesn't appreciate being told not to mumble or slouch, as these are some of his favorite pastimes. He once again extricates his beard, which he is very protective of, especially since hearing that the hawk-lady is a witch who might conjure fell beard-altering spells.
Thordak is also unnerved by all the talk of biting, and when Dalgar the witch of the eastern west says "I could brew you a drink and 'have you for dinner'" Thordak becomes quite frightened, and hopes he has misunderstood this. He is glad to have his trusty dagger with him, and can only hope he has no cause to use it.
Perception Check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Sense Motive Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Oh, well... Ah, Oi suppose... Errmm....Okay. But Oi must be back to the inn before the hour of midnight... He says cautiously. He looks around and realizes that nobody has seen him leave, and if he is to perish this evening, nobody will know until the morrow. He abates his fear and agrees to follow Dalgar, half out of fear of what she might do to him (and/or his beard) if he refuses.
Cebrë Hath'we |
As the dance concludes, Bofus makes a very visible, full-of-gusto slap on Cabre's (presumably farrrrry nice) bottom. THAT was *slap* FUN, m'lady!
Cebrë gasps and slaps the halfling, walking away with a scowl - her face is bright red. She wanders around a few minutes steadily regaining her composure. She gets a glass of wine and moves closer to the dance floor, finally making her way close to Rotskill.
She speaks to no one in particular, I really hope that halfling gets what he deserves tomorrow...I also hope there are some real men left to dance with tonight with that she drinks her wine and sighs
DM Harpwizard |
She speaks to no one in particular, I really hope that halfling gets what he deserves tomorrow...I also hope there are some real men left to dance with tonight with that she drinks her wine and sighs.
The tatooed faced Varisian approaches you and grins. HeHeHe, that little rude halfman sure got the best of you that time. You can't trust them a bit. When you've been hanging out in this vale as long as I have, you get to know them. Besides being a horny little toad, that particular one is a cunning thief. If you've got any little trinkets on you, I would keep them safe around your neck. They are too short to reach there. HeHeHe. So do you want to stand around and talk or do you want to dance with a real man? The Varisian takes his drink and he tosses it over his shoulder against the wall. The glass shatters, leaving a stain of red wine that runs down the wall.
He grabs you by the waist and roughly handles you across the floor. This is how we do it in Varisia.
Oh, well... Ah, Oi suppose... Errmm....Okay. But Oi must be back to the inn before the hour of midnight...
Heeheeeheee. The dwarven witch half giggles and half cackles. You are not sure which it is. You silly bearded bumpkin. Haven't you learned enough geography to know that you can't get to the Witchwood from Brindol in a night. The journey would take us several days. But I forgive you. She reaches over and gives him a kiss on the cheek. You are so kind to humor an old lady. But alas, I must leave you tonight. Thank you for the dance, Thordak, with the great beard. Good luck in your competition, my dear. I will be looking for you in the stands. As mysteriously as she showed up on the dance floor, the wild dwarf woman slips away into the night.
@Matthias. Your heart sinks as you watch the approach of an imposing familiar nobelwoman, the mother of Jared Kaal, her grace, the Lady Verasa Kaal. So young Master Teskerwill, I will come straight to the point. My son has informed me that you are planning to race the Steeple Chase tomorrow. I would like to propose making things a little more interesting for all of us, shall we? In your absence, your father has fallen on some hard times. However, I have been kind enough to help him out of his predicament. He now owes me a small fortune. I would be willing to wager it all on this one race. If you win, I will pardon your father's debt. However, if my son Jared wins, then I will take the pride of the Teskerwill estate, the winning prize horse, Prince Kazoun. I believe you know him better by the name Humphrey. Do we have a deal Master Teskerwill?
Cebrë Hath'we |
He grabs you by the waist and roughly handles you across the floor. This is how we do it in Varisia.
Oh my!
Cebrë does her best to appeared pleased with the Varisian's behavior, although his manner shocks her...Bluff:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
As the dance begins, Cebrë manages to lose herself in the music and does her best to entertain the attention of the (ugly) man. In fact, she dances in much the same mesmerizing way as she did with the high lord.
Perform:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Bofus Beerswizzler |
Bofus Beerswizzler wrote:As the dance concludes, Bofus makes a very visible, full-of-gusto slap on Cabre's (presumably farrrrry nice) bottom. THAT was *slap* FUN, m'lady!Cebrë gasps and slaps the halfling, walking away with a scowl - her face is bright red. She wanders around a few minutes steadily regaining her composure. She gets a glass of wine and moves closer to the dance floor, finally making her way close to Rotskill.
She speaks to no one in particular, I really hope that halfling gets what he deserves tomorrow...I also hope there are some real men left to dance with tonight with that she drinks her wine and sighs
Immediately after being rebuked, Bofus walks away, sulkily rubbing his cheek, clearly seeking refuge in a cuppa something. He walks with his cup toward Mantooth.
Bofus addresses him, but it's quiet so only Mantooth can hear.
Thordak son of Throtgar |
Heeheeeheee. The dwarven witch half giggles and half cackles. You are not sure which it is. You silly bearded bumpkin. Haven't you learned enough geography to know that you can't get to the Witchwood from Brindol in a night. The journey would take us several days. But I forgive you. She reaches over and gives him a kiss on the cheek. You are so kind to humor an old lady. But alas, I must leave you tonight. Thank you for the dance, Thordak, with the great beard. Good luck in your competition, my dear. I will be looking for you in the stands. As mysteriously as she showed up on the dance floor, the wild dwarf woman slips away into the night.
Thordak wipes a bead of sweat from his brow and sighs in relief. Maybe he will live to see the tournament and compete. Wheeew... He mutters under his breath as he heads back towards the great hall. He straightens his beard and enters the hall to see if anyone else is ready to go back to the inn. Oi've had quite enuff for this night he says to himself. He has never had such a strange encounter.
Bofus Beerswizzler |
DM Harpwizard wrote:
He grabs you by the waist and roughly handles you across the floor. This is how we do it in Varisia.Oh my!
Cebrë does her best to appeared pleased with the Varisian's behavior, although his manner shocks her...
Bluff: 1d20 + 4As the dance begins, Cebrë manages to lose herself in the music and does her best to entertain the attention of the (ugly) man. In fact, she dances in much the same mesmerizing way as she did with the high lord.
Perform: 1d20 + 7
I must buy that girl a drink or three . . .
THAT was the time for a great Perform roll!! w00t!!
Bofus takes advantage of the incredible distraction of the dance, and approaches the couple as stealthily as possible . . .
Don't worry--if this all works, I'll let you all know what happens
Stealth 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Sleight of Hand 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Sleight of Hand 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 <--note this is only attempted if he isn't caught on his first attempt
If he's caught, he'll attempt to cover by faking that he was trying to simply mess up the dance by tripping the guy (I figure the jealousy card can be played perhaps for a "believability" bonus on the Bluff check?
Bluff 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 <--only if caught
let me know if you require further SoH or other checks.
DM Harpwizard |
Bofus first attempt to check his breast pocket.
Rotskill's Perception Check 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Cebrë, you may roll a Dex Check (DC 10) to assist Bofus with +3 to his sleight of hand.
Matthias Teskerwill |
Matthias sits having another drink listening to the music trying to push his confrontation with Jared Kaal out of his mind. He nods his head along to the music while surveying the room seeing if anything interesting was happening. And wondering where Thordak had gotten off to (searching the room for him as well), wanting to hear more about Ironfist from him.
Perception check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Bofus Beerswizzler |
** spoiler omitted **
Sleight of Hand vs. neck trinket 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18 aahh crap
Considering the distraction that's occurring, Bofus is confident that he was deft enough that Rotskill didn't notice his attempt. He'll try again.
SoH 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17 CRAP
I'm willing to make one more attempt, but I'll wait and see if he noticed yet, and if I have to bluff my way out of trouble . . .
Mantooth Longbrow |
Immediately after being rebuked, Bofus walks away, sulkily rubbing his cheek, clearly seeking refuge in a cuppa something. He walks with his cup toward Mantooth.Bofus addresses him, but it's quiet so only Mantooth can hear.
Craning his neck a little to hear, but not enough to insult the halfling, Mantooth listens carefully to what he has to say. Glancing around the room to see if anyone is watching their exchange, Mantooth responds in a low voice
Perception Check 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18A villain's plot, you say? It isn't the same barbarian that was in the tavern, is it? He doesn't look like he is capable of sabotaging a trap, much less set one himself. The paladin takes a sip from the cup he picked up after his dance with the priestess Tell me, Master Halfling, who is this villain and how can I help by holding this said object? If you truly believe it will avert disaster tomorrow, I will agree. My name is Mantooth Longbrow, by the way. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?
Sense Motive 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Matthias Teskerwill |
Thordak gets himself a tankard of ale and looks around for a familiar face. Seeing Matthias, he makes his way over to him and sits down with a plop and a swish of beard. Buuagh! He says tiredly. That was strange! What's been goin' on in here?
Matthias, happy to see a friendly face, replies chuckling to himself
got to run into an old "friend" of mine from home. I've just been enjoying some more ale and this fine music. Where did you go off to for so long?Matthias Teskerwill |
So young Master Teskerwill, I will come straight to the point. My son has informed me that you are planning to race the Steeple Chase tomorrow. I would like to propose making things a little more interesting for all of us, shall we? In your absence, your father has fallen on some hard times. However, I have been kind enough to help him out of his predicament. He now owes me a small fortune. I would be willing to wager it all on this one race. If you win, I will pardon your father's debt. However, if my son Jared wins, then I will take the pride of the Teskerwill estate, the winning prize horse, Prince Kazoun. I believe you know him better by the name Humphrey. Do we have a deal Master Teskerwill?
Matthias is somewhat taken aback. He had not spoken to his father for some years now and felt remorse to hear about his unfortunate times. He wondered if he had remained in Brindol he could have helped. He was upset with his parents for not accepting his choices but certainly did not wish them to be turned out to the streets. Matthias stands and says I will accept your terms, tell Jared he can expect to see nothing but the back of my steed tomorrow. Matthias walks aways back to the wall.
(sorry i missed this offer before, pretend this happened before i spoke with thordak!)
Bofus Beerswizzler |
Bofus Beerswizzler wrote:
Immediately after being rebuked, Bofus walks away, sulkily rubbing his cheek, clearly seeking refuge in a cuppa something. He walks with his cup toward Mantooth.Bofus addresses him, but it's quiet so only Mantooth can hear.
Craning his neck a little to hear, but not enough to insult the halfling, Mantooth listens carefully to what he has to say. Glancing around the room to see if anyone is watching their exchange, Mantooth responds in a low voice
Perception Check 1d20+2
** spoiler omitted **
Mantooth Longbrow |
Thordak son of Throtgar |
Matthias sits having another drink listening to the music trying to push his confrontation with Jared Kaal out of his mind. He nods his head along to the music while surveying the room seeing if anything interesting was happening. And wondering where Thordak had gotten off to (searching the room for him as well), wanting to hear more about Ironfist from him.
Thordak gets himself a tankard of ale and looks around for a familiar face. Seeing Matthias, he makes his way over to him and sits down with a plop and a swish of beard. Buuagh! He says tiredly. That was strange! What's been goin' on in here?
Thordak son of Throtgar |
Matthias, happy to see a friendly face, replies chuckling to himself got to run into an old "friend" of mine from home. I've just been enjoying some more ale and this fine music. Where did you go off to for so long?
Oh, well first Oi was dancin' and then Oi went out of doors for a bit. Met this mad lady with a hawk. Turned out she's a witch o' the west or east or somethin' like that!
DM Harpwizard |
I will accept your terms, tell Jared he can expect to see nothing but the back of my steed tomorrow.
The intimidating noblewoman's eyes gleam at the thought of owning your horse. She takes your hand and grips it with surprising strength, sealing the deal. As she stares you down, she exclaims, "Then it is done, Master Teskerwill. By tomorrow night, after your sorry defeat, I will expect you to personally deliver the Prince to his new home, the stables at Kaal Manor!" She turns and walks away, laughing wickedly.
DM Harpwizard |
As this dance continues, you may each retry your attempts. Cebrë needs a Dex Check (DC10) to give Bofus a +3 SoH check. Bofus needs a SoH check (DC 20) to reach the letters in the breast pocket of Rotskill's vest and a DC 25 to get the item around his neck. Bofus may make one attempt and use the result to see which item he ends up going for.
Mantooth Longbrow |
DM Harpwizard |
What exactly should I do when Bofus approaches me? Am I going to do a sleight of hand check? would that be 1d20 ⇒ 5 by itself or am I probably going to have negations since it's not a class skill and Mantooth has the dexterity of a stapler.
To be honest, you probably have nothing to worry about with Bofus, however, if you are concerned about him and his pickpocket skill, you may always make a perception check. His Sleight of Hand Check will be opposed to your Perception Check. He needs a DC 20 to succeed at retrieving an item, but he only needs to beat your perception check to not get caught. You may read Sleight of Hand under skills.
Bofus Beerswizzler |
** spoiler omitted **
HEY!! I resemble that remark
SoH 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 3 = 20
ah-ha!! enough to snatch the letter.
I'm going to assume I don't get caught until you tell me otherwise, HW! Assuming such, now I'll try for the necklace again. I'll add in the assist, assumimg that either I can keep the original assist, or she'll make the next one.
SoH 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 3 = 29
KA-ZING!!!!!
Bofus winks to Cebrë and even risks a single quick thumbs-up sign, then quickly makes his way over toward Mantooth
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
After a few more passes on the floor, you see Bofus quickly make his way over to you. He risks a quick glance over his shoulder to insure Rotskill is still occupied, and keeps himself between the Varisian and Mantooth. He serruptitiously hands a small object to Mantooth.
Keep it secret--keep it safe! I'll get it back tomorrow; we'll talk later tonight. *wink* Thanks!
Bofus hurries to pick up another drink--a mug of strong ale. His full attention is now on Rotskill and Cebrë.
Cebrë is my heroine!!!!
DM Harpwizard |
Rotskill's Dance Performance 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2
The graceful and elegant Cebrë has taken the keep by storm with her dancing and will no doubt be the talk of the town for many weeks to come. The tattoo faced Varisian, on the other hand, has two left feet and seems to be trying some ape like tribal dance that has nothing to do with the music. They may be talking about Rotskill for many months to come as well, but in a completely different context.
Cebrë Hath'we |
The graceful and elegant Cebrë has taken the keep by storm with her dancing and will no doubt be the talk of the town for many weeks to come. The tattoo faced Varisian, on the other hand, has two left feet and seems to be trying some ape like tribal dance that has nothing to do with the music. They may be talking about Rotskill for many months to come as well, but in a completely different context.
Cebrë politely thanks the Varisian for the dance and hurries off to get more wine. As she passes the halfling she turns her nose up and makes a condescending "hrmph!". After obtaining more wine she mingles freely with the other people, always smiling, but keeping her conversation limited to their health and the weather.
Mantooth Longbrow |
With most of the interesting dancers leaving the floor, Mantooth turned to look around the crowded ball after watching a few individuals in particular.
Not seeing anyone familiar in direct sight, he proceeded to mingle with the other attendees, keeping his eye out for anyone he knew.
Bofus Beerswizzler |
DM Harpwizard wrote:The graceful and elegant Cebrë has taken the keep by storm with her dancing and will no doubt be the talk of the town for many weeks to come. The tattoo faced Varisian, on the other hand, has two left feet and seems to be trying some ape like tribal dance that has nothing to do with the music. They may be talking about Rotskill for many months to come as well, but in a completely different context.DM:I'd only intended to take the one letter, the one that got rejected. But hey, I'll take both. Might be useful. in fact, I want to go back to the inn and read them after a few more minutes here. Can't post more right now--more laterCebrë politely thanks the Varisian for the dance and hurries off to get more wine. As she passes the halfling she turns her nose up and makes a condescending "hrmph!". After obtaining more wine she mingles freely with the other people, always smiling, but keeping her conversation limited to their health and the weather.
When he gets th Hrmph, he'll rub his cheek and say "TOTALLY worth it!!" hoping to elicit a laugh from nearby spectators. (and a teeny wink at Cabre)
Bofus Beerswizzler |
Now that the pressure is off, Bofus has only a few more things he'd like to accomplish this night, and then, assuming nothing else happens or is expected of the competitors, he'll be back to the inn.
Gather Information: Tournament questions. Does anyone know any specifics about any events? How is the order of competitors determined? Is the Gauntlet of Traps even a *race*, or is it a timed event where competitors go one at a time? What are competitors allowed to bring with them?
Gather Info 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Knowledge: Local or Gather Information (whichever is appropriate). I need to get a feel for the Kaal family; who here is a Kaal, what are they up to, stuff like that. please pick the more appropraite roll
Gather Info 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Know: Local 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Gather Information: trying again on Baron Hargil Trask--any info, but specifically what bad blood might be between him and our host.
GI 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
After that, if Mantooth is around and not occupied, Bofus will approach him. I recognize you from the Inn--you ready to go back, sir? Folks should walk the streets in pairs: look out for theives, what what??
Matthias Teskerwill |
Oh, well first Oi was dancin' and then Oi went out of doors for a bit. Met this mad lady with a hawk. Turned out she's a witch o' the west or east or somethin' like that!
Sounds like an eventful evening! Matthias says with a laugh. Do you have any interest in going back to the inn? I'd like to get a good nights rest before the competition tomorrow, got a lot on the line now.
Matthias takes one last look around the room to see if either Jared or Mistress Kaal are doing anything of note.Perception check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
This is assuming it is ok to leave the ball
DM Harpwizard |
@Mantooth. You do notice your friend Durgin, nervously approach The Lord of Brindol with his small box and speak to him. "H.....H.....Hello, m....m......m..my lord."
Jarmaath very patiently replies, "Greetings my young competitor. How may I help you?"
I...I....I have a g...g....gift for yu.....yu.....you. I....I....It is a c.....c......candle f.....f....for your h....h....house.
My good sir. This is very kind of you, but not necessary.
I...I...It is m....m....made from b....b.....bees wax.
"Well I am honored," the respectful Lord replies as he takes the box from Durgin's arms. "I will put this on the mantle in my chambers. Good luck tomorrow in the Tournamennt. Fare well!"
Thordak son of Throtgar |
Sounds like an eventful evening! Matthias says with a laugh. Do you have any interest in going back to the inn? I'd like to get a good nights rest before the competition tomorrow, got a lot on the line now.
Thordak sits and observes the dance-off with amusement, but cannot make too much fun of them because of his own performance. He also watches the crowd.
Perception Check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
That Halflin' is jus about one o' the sneakiest little bastards Oi ever seen! He'd better not try any o' that with me! No sir! Oid introduce him to moi axe, Oi would!
When everything winds down a bit and Matthias wants to go back to the inn, Thordak is relieved. Oh ya, Oi suppose Oi could accompany you back to the inn if the dark unmans you so! Hrahaha! Alright, le's go! Oi've had a long night...
Mantooth Longbrow |
I...I...It is m....m....made from b....b.....bees wax.
Seeing Durgin, Mantooth moved a little closer to him, but stopped when he saw that Durgin was approaching the Lord and instead only stood by silently.
Perception check1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21 to see if there is anything weird or odd about the candle. Can I detect evil?
Instead when Bofus approached him he nodded in acknowledgement.
Not a bad idea, Master Halfling. You were the one at the inn giving Old Yarb a hard time, were you not? I believe I am indeed ready to head back to the inn for the evening
Bofus Beerswizzler |
Not a bad idea, Master Halfling. You were the one at the inn giving Old Yarb a hard time, were you not? I believe I am indeed ready to head back to the inn for the evening
As they leave the ball (assuming it's not rude--they *have* been there a while--but I'll make a KNowledge: Local check to determine whether we shoudl pay respects to the Lord before departing), Bofus chats
Yeah, that was me. I was only trying to lift his ring off his finger; I was going to give it right back, just a little joke. I never actually steal from someone unless I think they deserve it, or it's for a really good cause, you know?
Knowledge: Local 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Once they actually leave, Bofus keeps an eye out for unfriendly company as he talks more seriously with Mantooth.
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
So, I have to thank you again for your assistance. I'm certain Rotface back there is going to realize he's, um, "lost" both his letters of entry to the tournament, AND his key. And the key is in the *perfect* hiding place. I'll give him his letters back tomorrow. Maybe you can help me decide, though, exactly what to do about his sabotage of the Gauntlet of Traps.
You see, I witnessed him pay someone else to rig the last lock to only open with that key, but to also poison it! I really don't want anyone to get hurt, but I also don't have proof aside from my word that any of this took place, you know? If I could know the order of competitors, it might help me decide what to do. What I was thinking was, if I went first, I could wash the lock off with the strongest alcohol I can get from Master Yab; I could then use a dirty rag, claiming that was the one I washed it with, and try to shove it in Rotskill's face. He's sure to react as if it's poisoned--you think that will be enough to implicate him?
What do you think, friend Mantooth? Do you have any suggestions?
DM Harpwizard |
Captain Lars Ulverth approaches a number of you and speaks. "Well my competitors, the Lord of Brindol has retired for the evening as have many of the nobles of the town. Night has come and we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. I suspect most of you are all eager to return to your rooms at the inn and get a good night sleep. If you will wait a moment I will gather up the rest that are staying at the Stone Wyvern and I would be happy to escort you back down the hill."
In several minutes, the Captain has gathered up most of the familiar group that came over from the Stone Wyvern earlier that evening. Those that are present are laughing and enjoying the atmosphere of the night. Some of you note the absence of the tattoo faced Varisian.
"Well I hope you all had a good evening," Lars Ulverth remarks as he begins strolling out of Brindol Keep and down the street toward Cathedral Square. "I know Lord Jarmaath enjoyed entertaining you this evening. However, I must say that It was remarkable to hear him sing and join the dance. I have never seen that in the man before. Don't get me wrong, he is a great leader, but I have not seen him open himself up as he did tonight. Simply remarkable!"
There were two notable Kaals here at the Keep this evening, Lady Verasa Kaal, the matriarch of the family and Jared Kaal, the son. There may have been some servants and handmaidens, but nobody else of significance. You were fortunate enough that Lady Kaal did not take an interest in you tonight. However, you do recall seeing Matthias Teskerwill having an intense conversation with her across the room. Perhaps he knows more about her.
You have not yet found anyone who knows about Baron Hargil Trask. He is still an unknown.
Thordak son of Throtgar |
DC 15 Perception Check
Perception check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Thordak notices the Varisian's tattoos are looking a little less glamorous as they were earlier in the evening. He wonders what made him angry and why he would be searching the hall like that. perhaps he lost something? Perhaps it was stolen? He had noticed Bofus playing patty cakes with the man earlier in the evening while he danced, but hadn't thought much of it earlier. He considers hiding and pursuing him, but in the end his warm bed wins the battle. He follows along leisurely behind Cap'n Lars, trying not to draw too much attention to himself after his embarrassing comment to him earlier in the evening. After a while, his curiosity overcomes his dislike of the beard-less half-man thief and he joins Mantooth and Bofus. 'Lo, how is it with you? Oi was jus wonderin' if'n you two might know what's eatin' the Varisian? More'n likely somethin' no good...They're a bit too clever an' underhanded for moi liking. Says Thordak, looking at Bofus in particular.
Mantooth Longbrow |
What do you think, friend Mantooth? Do you have any suggestions?
As they walked out of the ball together, Mantooth thought on Bofus's proposal for a while before offering his response:
That does sound like a rather direct approach, and I'd think it'd be fitting to get the blessings of Captain Lars first. Perhaps I could talk to him and let him know the situation beforehand, if you'd like.
As Thordak approached he gave the Dwarf a nod, but waited for Bofus to continue to the conversation so that Bofus could let others know of the situation at his discretion.
Matthias Teskerwill |
Matthias sees Thordak approach the halfling and man from the inn, he is curious as to what they are talking about but does not want to be rude and interrupt. He matches their pace and tries to overhear the meaning of their conversation.
Perception Check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Stealth Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
if needed to not be detected
DM Harpwizard |
Captain Ulverth brings you down through the streets of of Brindol past the great Iomedean Cathedral and past the manor houses to the Stone Wyvern. Three streets are still alive with cheerful revelers and many folks walking the streets. You get a few looks from some of the common folk as they recognize you as competitors. Ulverth leaves you at the door of the inn and says his goodbyes. Fare Well, my good folks and good luck on the morrow.
The common room to the Inn is quiet and you are greeted by Roland, the barkeep. "May I interested any of you in a nightcap before I close up the bar or do you prefer to go off to bed?"
Cebrë Hath'we |
The common room to the Inn is quiet and you are greeted by Roland, the barkeep. "May I interested any of you in a nightcap before I close up the bar or do you prefer to go off to bed?"
Cebrë is one of the last to enter the inn. Upon hearing the barkeeps inquiry, she responds Just some hot water, if you please. After recieving the water, she sits down at a table on the west end of the room. She removes some leaves from a pouch she wears around her belt and places them in the mug of hot water. She hums softly for several minutes waiting for the brew to complete. When she is satisfied with it's strength, she sips from the mug and continues to hum a tune softly.
She appears not to have a care in the world.
Bofus Beerswizzler |
'Lo, how is it with you? Oi was jus wonderin' if'n you two might know what's eatin' the Varisian? More'n likely somethin' no good...They're a bit too clever an' underhanded for moi liking.
SO glad you asked . . . Bofus tells the story--again, keeping a keen eye out for untoward attention--of Rotskill's antics as seen in my above post to Mantooth from 8:07 last night--please read that
Bofus comes clean about the entire operation, with one exception: he mentions he "hid" the key he nicked with Cabre's help, but he gives no hint as to where it's hidden.
The common room to the Inn is quiet and you are greeted by Roland, the barkeep. "May I interested any of you in a nightcap before I close up the bar or do you prefer to go off to bed?"
I don't want a nightcap, my good man, but I might want a flask of some liquid courage for the morrow. What is the absolute strongest, most hair-straightening--or curling, as appropriate--brew that Master Yab holds back there? Some spirits that would make a dwarven barbarian cringe! Preferably something in a hip-flask size, if you've got it.
While he's waiting to see if the barkeep has a suitable brew, he notices his new heroine sipping tea in the corner. A delighted smile lights up his face; he approaches the table (this is assuming Rotskill hasn't entered yet) and bows so his curls touch the floor.
My lady, you were absolutely remarkable! I am greatly endebted to you, and am a humble admirer of your skill, bravery, and sheer nerve. I salute you, and if it please you, you may call on Bofus as your friend forever! If there is ever any service I can perform for you, rest assured that I shall achieve it or die trying. Now that our little escapade is over, may I join you for a quick discussion? Bofus looks over his shoulder and also invite any others who are also in the know about the issues I'm dealing with that you so ably assisted in?
Thordak son of Throtgar |
My lady, you were absolutely remarkable! I am greatly endebted to you, and am a humble admirer of your skill, bravery, and sheer nerve. I salute you, and if it please you, you may call on Bofus as your friend forever! If there is ever any service I can perform for you, rest assured that I shall achieve it or die trying. Now that our little escapade is over, may I join you for a quick discussion? Bofus looks over his shoulder and also invite any others who are also in the know about the issues I'm dealing with that you so ably assisted in?
Thordak is ready to go to bed, but follows to see what else might unfold in the plot of the sneaky Rotskill. He is not yet sure how involved he should get in this whole matter. He is generally careful not to be nosy, as it can lead to troublesome situations, but he is curious, and so orders an ale and joins the two. Alright, but let's make it quick. Oim tired, an' you wouldn't wanna see a grumpy dwarf!