Edwin Drood |
Edwin blinks once.
"Are you certain? I mean, really REALLY sure? The witch is a mean one. I never heard of her doing a harmless prank. Don't tell us he's going to be alright, and then he wakes up a barbecue in the morning! I mean LOOK at that! It ain't natural!" Edwin says, sliding sideways and pointing at Rholf's hair, sounding slightly hysterical.
Trying for a bluff roll to distract the lady (whatever she is!) so I can get a good glance into the place through the open door.
Bluff (Distraction):1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
Per (peeking): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Edwin Drood |
Dangit! It was a good thought. ;P
His attempt to peek inside the building being frustrated, Edwin turns his gaze upon the woman again, noting other tiny details, and contemplating,...
What is she?!? ;)
I can now make all K: checks as if trained in the skill, so;
K;Arcane: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
K:Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
K:Religion: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Rholf Kastigarr |
Looking slightly incredulous "I'm also the one unprotected from the rest of the world by a wall and gate who will shortly be digging through his coinage." I'd much prefer that not everyone on the street see the details of our transaction..." Giving a disarming smile, he adds "Please, Ma'am?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
... GAH!!!
dungeonmaster heathy |
Dangit! It was a good thought. ;P
His attempt to peek inside the building being frustrated, Edwin turns his gaze upon the woman again, noting other tiny details, and contemplating,...
What is she?!? ;)
I can now make all K: checks as if trained in the skill, so;
K;Arcane: 1d20+6
K:Dungeoneering: 1d20+6
K:Religion: 1d20+2
The vial of powder is.....an alchemist's equipment or weapon. Besides that, she's a human woman with a lot of offroad miles on her.
dungeonmaster heathy |
Looking slightly incredulous "I'm also the one unprotected from the rest of the world by a wall and gate who will shortly be digging through his coinage." I'd much prefer that not everyone on the street see the details of our transaction..." Giving a disarming smile, he adds "Please, Ma'am?"
Diplomacy: 1d20+8
... GAH!!!
"No problem. Fork your coinage to me. I'll go inside and count it."
Lady Alinya Gurov |
As the woman recedes inside, Alinya takes her fingers out of her ears. She notices Larissa's concern and says, "That 'dog' is an artificial construct; a flesh golem, if you will. We may have found the place where the Beast was created! Oh, and Rholf's head isn't going to explode. Probably."
Lady Alinya Gurov |
Continuing in a musing tone of voice, the wizard continues, "For once, I am not sure HOW successful Rholf and Edwin will be. The lady at the gate seems immune to their charms. Perhaps we should try a more direct route. Leik, you are small. Perhaps Ragnvaldr can hoist you up to the roof?"
I think Leik is the most rogue-like member of the party? Might be worth a try?
Ragnvaldr the Grey |
Looking back and forth between Alinya and Leik, the Ulfen quickly becomes irritated with their indecision regarding climbing the building. He shoulders his axe and shield, digs his boots in, and starts scaling the wall with a grunt under his breath.
Taking 10 on Climb and Stealth here. That's a 21 Climb and a 17 Stealth. Who needs rogues? :D
Lady Alinya Gurov |
"The joy of new companions," Alinya murmurs to herself in surprise and delight. "Don't forget to open the gate once you are inside." She motions Larissa to step back a few paces, "Just in case the climb proves unexpectedly difficult. I would not like to try and catch the barbarian."
Sorry, ranger ;)
Larissa Brightfoot |
Disregarding Alinya - or not hearing her, Larissa puts her hands together like a stirrup and offers to the dromite. "Here. I can get you started," she whispers.
She currently only has a light load and has sufficient strength, I believe to outright lift him overhead, so giving him a head start on his climb should not be a problem. The ranger, I think, would be a tougher lift.
Edwin Drood |
"Well, CAN you undo this curse?!" Edwin asks the woman, seemingly on the verge of panic, or frustration/breakdown.
He glances to catch Rholf's eyes. He is obviously confused why this woman has not capitulated. It normally takes less time to thoroughly twist someone around his finger. Figuratively speaking.
Edwin Drood |
Sorry, RL strikes again! So, last I checked, we were having little/no luck getting this mummified old woman to buy the 'My head's on fire!' act and let us into her building.
Feeling that his usual charms are simply not going to work, Edwin takes another intense, swift look at the woman. He is bound and determined to find SOMEthing that he can use,....
Per check, again. ;P 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Maybe he found something, anything, that with a proper K: roll he can figure something out! :( (you know, slime on her dress from handling insectoids, SOMEthing! ;P
Ragnvaldr the Grey |
The Ulfen's mouth twists in a snarl of irritation. "Fine."
Moving back around to the front of the building where Rholf and Edwin still stand, Ragnvaldr unshoulders his axe and shield. Glancing to the others, he cracks his neck and nods before approaching the doors.
Ragnvaldr will give everyone a chance to pre-buff or whatever else they need to do before booting the doors in.