Unless other boxes smell substantially different (he has the scent ability) he will continue to explore the building looking for the younglings. He is torn between finding them quickly and doing some research on his surroundings.
They all smell different, except one which smells like alchemist's fire.
Anyway, I gotta crash.
huzzah!
Larissa isn't sure about taking the vials, so she doesn't claim any, but she follows Leik into the store room.
right on.
huzzzzzagh!
Alinya sticks close to Rholf, Edwin and Ragnvaldr, and only follows Leik when they do.
right on...........
Leik continues to scuttle about looking for the egglings, being sneaky and perception-ey about it.
Leik doesn't see much of anything besides what's already described in this room. Smells chymickules......
Leik, however, can hear some clanking around. It's coming from the north.
Leik
>checks out the north door, opening it cautiously
The door is locked. Bolted from the other side.
It's made of wood.
Need positions, and.....another means of entry, besides opening it under normal circumstances.
Leik will back away from the door , giving the Ulfen man room to work his magic.
"The door is barred from the other side. Perhaps a judicious application of force is called for, unless someone else has an idea"
Right on.
Just need positions, and Ragnvaldr to do his thing.
Ragnvaldr nods to the dromite and rushes the door with a purpose. As he approaches, his face twists in a snarl of rage and he puts his boot to the latch of the door with all the force he can muster.
With a smirk, "Perhaps if you knock, they will open it for you."
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Edwin follows along, silently taking note of everything as they walk. He also takes a vial of alchemists fire, making a comment about 'fortune favors the prepared' as he pockets it with a smirk.
"JUst a mome,..." HE begins to say as the ulfen kicks the door solidly.
"Annnnd, nevermind." Edwin says wryly as he re-pockets his leather bag of lockpicks.
Right on; waiting for positions on everybody else, then I'll letcha know what happens when Ragnvaldr knocks on the door.
And what if anything Edwin perceives.
The fiery-haired cleric is tense, quiet...
Alinya does her best to stay quiet and unobtrusive between the northman and Rholf.
I'll position the last two in a couple hours, and start the action I reckon.
This is a really complicated map. Ask me if there's any questions.
Ragnvaldr kicks in the door.
Somebody roll group initiative; parley if you want to; it's all good.
No big hurry.
The grey rectangle n o 11 is an iron platform, 20 feet above the cellar floor. The brown is wooden gangway, that wraps around these massive vats (big green chemicals) that reach all the way to the cellar floor, and whose rims are about 3 feet above the gangways.
Where it says "lad" are ladders, up to another iron platform, 10 feet and one story higher. At that level, the whole column x is a wall, with doors where the yellow squares are.
The white squares in this room are the cellar floor below.
There are ugly misshapen humanoid dudes, "m's," on the gangways, brandishing truncheons, or wrenches, or other impromptu bone breaking implements.
And at W3, "D" is a surly, long grey haired human male, middleaged, wearing a black rubber apron; he looks like he's in charge.
"This all looks very industrious. And horrible." Alinya wrinkles her nose at the chymickal odors that spill from the vats.
Speaking loud enough to be heard over the ambient noise, Larissa politely asks, "Excuse me, but have you seen some small eggling creatures? They seem to be lost. Oh, sorry about the door - it was stuck."
"Health inspectors of the crown! Everyone shall cease what they, are,.. doing,... immediately,..." Edwin takes in the sight of the interior and winds down before the bluff is even fully out of his mouth.
"Well." He sniffs drolly, straightening his tie.
"I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I'm fairly certain THIS wasn't it!"
Ragnvaldr looks to his speaking companions as though they had abruptly gone mad. Axe in one hand, shield in the other, the Ulfen looks to the others in the room with a scowl.
His massive frame turns in Leik's direction and he grumbles. "Where are they?"
Leik tries the ring once more to see if they are in this room or nearby, or if not, which direction they are in.
Hello,
um,.....work today has left me a totally neurotic mess, and I'm useless for frolicking in the seedy side of Lepidstadt.
Sorry for my lack of presence.
Speaking loud enough to be heard over the ambient noise, Larissa politely asks, "Excuse me, but have you seen some small eggling creatures? They seem to be lost. Oh, sorry about the door - it was stuck."
[dice=Diplomacy]1d20 + 11
The leader in the rubber apron says, "why are you breaking into my domicile and establishment of lawful business? There's dangerous chymickules about the place. This is dangerous what you portend to do.
Please; leave before I hearken the gendarmes hitherto....."he speaks, in an odd way it seems; some dialect from decades ago mayhap.
1d20+9
"Health inspectors of the crown! Everyone shall cease what they, are,.. doing,... immediately,..." Edwin takes in the sight of the interior and winds down before the bluff is even fully out of his mouth.
"Well." He sniffs drolly, straightening his tie.
"I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I'm fairly certain THIS wasn't it!"
The mongrelmen about the place either look confused or scared. Apparently at least two of them know what a "health inspector" is.
The boss, however, says, "why certainly sir. I'll need to see your writ of identification, and letter of intent to inspect filed with the magistrate. Then, perhaps I can file for delay of appointment, until such a time as I have had reasonable time to prepare documentation and ensure the place is safe to stop proceedings long enough for lawful inspection."
I'm on call all weekend. I got Christmas weekend off though.
Leik tries the ring once more to see if they are in this room or nearby, or if not, which direction they are in.
The earring seems to be indicating "lower level" to the east.
No visual confirmation though.
Initiative:
They won; they're parleying though.
Leik steps forward, drawing his hood back for all to see his head.
"I am looking for someone a lot of someones, and I know they're in here. Stand in our way and you will perish."
When they see Leik, they look surprised.
The leader guy quaffs a potion.
The mongrelmen spring into action.
One advances down the gangway, to try and hit Leik with a pipe wrench.
He misses.
The one above on the grey metal walkway advances; he throws a bag of nuts and screws at the insect man. He misses.
The other three follow suit, throwing random bric a brac at the bug guy.
One hits; CRIT! unconfirmed;...Leik takes 2 hp in damage from a thrown crowbar.
Group's attack!!!!!
makes sense to me...
Huzzah!
"Certainly." Edwin replies calmly to the leader.
"Writ of identification, letter of intent,... AH here it is!"
'TWANG! THUNK!'
"My aPOINTment!"
Rholf steps up to the nearest foe (I'm assuming n 11 gets me in range), and takes a swing...
+1 Warhammer Attack:
Damage:
Edwin hits; the leader takes an arrow to the knee.
(2 damage to "D").
Rholf steps up to the nearest foe (I'm assuming n 11 gets me in range), and takes a swing...
+1 Warhammer Attack: 1d20+5
Damage: 1d8+2
Rholf, however, misses his foe.
they're somewhat sneaksy.
Ragnvaldr muscles his way into the room and slams his shield against the mongrelman attacking Leik.
Sorry; the "white" is floor, which is like 20 feet down. Since I'm feeling generous, you can get in Leik's square with him; he's small.
The attack misses though.