"Fear not faithful canine! We shall move with all dispatch and rescue good Stigwold. Lead on my furry friend!"
Turning to the others, Elgan says, "Tensah sez dat' Stiggy's gaht hisse'f inta sum kinda trubble. He sez he kin lead us tah him rahl quick-lahk. An' ah don' t'ink dat hge's gonna wait fer us! Le's go!"
Group....
the dog leads you to the "Sunrise" district, in the south of Sasserine. He pulls into a dead end that is clearly marked for the literate as "DEAD DOG ALLEY."
Tenser assumes the birdpointer stance; towards what looks like a saloon called "Dead and Stuffed." The joint looks dead. Figuratively speaking, of course.
"Riggy rin rere! Rim risappear!!!"
To Elgan;
"Ah, good lordmaurster Stiggy, whilst on a bender went in there to carouse; he....sat at the barstool as I watched from the doorway, then....it's rauther odd, but he...he....plummeted from the stool and into the floor. I ran in after him, but was ever so rudely ejected from the establishment. I feel as though I've failed my Maurster, oh good elf Elgan."
1d20+7
Roll a d20; add your BAB and your Dex bonus in there.
The door, strangely, gives way under Stiggy's powerful thrust and flies back on the hinges.
The door at the bottom that Stigg came in gives yield, and a throng of mushroom men come pouring in; all chanting in unison, and spraying spores all over the place.
Beldan will listen at the door and check it for traps and if it’s locked, try to pick it open (or trapped, try to disarm it) .
Beldan's door is not trapped; it is locked. A tumbler hook and a depression with the spoon and she's open for business. The door is bypassed; it's up to you whether you open it or not.
Beldan can hear murmuring within; can't make out details. Sounds like male individuals talking; perhaps burly female half orcs; that's about all he can make out. Can't see in the keyhole or nothing.
Meh....Beldan can kick the door in; I won't hold it aginn him nohow.
The building in question, the "Dead and Stuffed," takes up a-l on the top and 1-7 on the side. The door what Beldan kicked in was at d7, on the south wall, and he can see walls around a little entry way that extend out on the border line of cd 6 and cd7, and ef 6 and ef 7. He can see a bar at about de2; the rest of the room is obscured by the entry walls. There's a mirror on one wall, a few photos, and some stuffed heads of dear and warthog, a zebra, few antelope, and the stuffed head of a tapir animates and starts screaming a feminine scream when the door is kicked in.
Initiative time....can't see nobody as of yet.
"You're open now, genius." Altai points at the screaming tapirhead and zaps it with a glob of acidic goo.
The shrieking tapir shuts the hellz up and dissolves in acidic goo.
The mirror does have a reflection; whatever okapi or ocelot head is on the wall across from it.
There's also one of those fake-ass monkey top/fish bottom mermaids; this one is baboon and a tiny mako sharklike (porbeagle) back end.
The voice pipes back: "GENIUS is bustin in on my DEN, you soon-to-be- sucking-for-air-through-lungs-filling-up-to-drown-ye-in-your-own-blood IDIOUTE F%@!ING SAVAUNT!!!" again, in a thick burly, cigarsmoke-crustified Ulekese accent.
Stiggy plows into the room; the door gives way....somebody was trying to throw Stiggy off balance by releasing the door when he tried to give it the ole heave ho.
Stiggy keeps his feet though; plows about 10 feet into the room.
There's a drow, to the left of the door, with the drop on Stig; he's got two arrows nocked.
initiative.
In canine: "Be at ease faithful canine. You are at no fault. We shall endeavor to discover precisely what has occurred. Your descriptions lead me to believe that Stiggy has been abducted. This is good, for if he was abducted, then they most likely want him alive for some purpose. Meaning that you shall soon be reunited with your master, and we shall provide ample opportunity for you to have your vengeance upon those who tried to separate you from him!"
ELgan turns to the others, and drawls;
"Tensuh' sez dat Stig' fell tr'u a hole in deh flo'. Sez a stool jes' fell down raht unneh him and dropped 'im in."
The elf stands back, content to let the others take the lead in dealing with locked doors, and recalcitrant hosts, and shrieking stuffed heads,... Although his distaste at the collection on the wall grows more and more apparent by the second.
"Dat's jes' FOUL! Wunneh' how'd he lahk it if'n ah wuz tah take and stuff HIS arse up on deh F!@#$%^in wall?!?" The slightly built elf growls angrily. There is a deep rumble of anger from his throat, and it takes a glance to ensure that he has not, yet, changed form.
Stiggy:
He lets the two arrows slide to untaut on the string; i.e. he ain't shooting at you. Then, he reaches in his cloak and pulls out a gun! No, not a gun, I meant a potion bottle; throws it to ye.
Then he turns, and starts chunking arrows in the other room at the mushroom people, this erstwhile drow benefactor;
"the mushrooms....they dose you up, dwarf?"
Your turn.....
Stiggy:
He lets the two arrows slide to untaut on the string; i.e. he ain't shooting at you. Then, he reaches in his cloak and pulls out a gun! No, not a gun, I meant a potion bottle; throws it to ye.
Then he turns, and starts chunking arrows in the other room at the mushroom people, this erstwhile drow benefactor;
"the mushrooms....they dose you up, dwarf?"Your turn.....
"Errrr. Yah."
<WTF.... Stig drinks the potion.>
Stiggy feels all better, with all his h.p.'s back.
Two arrows pop in the room; flashing brightly, they continue to strobe with flashes of white light....
he looks at you;
"I'm not your friend. I know that. You know that.
I'm not their friend either, and so.....guess what? I don't have any friends. I always wanted one, though!" He grimaces. It seems like he's trying to smile.
"Na worries. Mah maws uses far worse epithets. Mammy 'n' pops disowned me fur bein' a lazy, boggin' piece o' short trash."
<Looks around nervously for Mammy.>
"Sorry fur a' th' noise ah mak'. 'N' amurnay agile, sae th' armor serves me weel."
<Raps his knuckles on the plate armor.>
"Dugs ur four legged animals that ur generally speakin' gey happy 'n' loyal tae thair mukkers. Thay lik' tae chase rabbits, squirrels, 'n' cats. Kind o' lik' wolves except mair sociable 'n' lik' swallyin heavy."
