Zaeltor |
At the sound of the scream, Zeltor dashes to a window on the side of the establishment, where he believes the scream may have come from, and peers outside.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
lol
GM Capt Wombat |
You glimpse by street light for a moment a hooded form human shaped running into a side street across the park the inn is next to. With a 20 you get a look at his boots, they are dark red.
Now hall has time to put things on the table and the others to come out and see what there.
Max looks up from the bar again and seeing no danger try's once again to get cleaned up
The bar man gets himself a stiff drink,
"That's not some thing I want ta hear again ill tell ya, what is that thing? Never seen nothing like it"
NPC Max the Scrub |
Max comes back in all fresh,
"Right, well, I may know what they, seems we have more than one, wanted"
He looks at the items on the table,
"O to healing potions, I think they call them light ones and this"
he picks up the vile,
"I think I'll keep, I have another job coming up that this may help with, the magic sleeves now idea"
He moves to the other side of the room wile the barmen pulls away the dead ratboy.
"So this I think is what he was after"
Max takes out a Gilded envelope, inside here is something very hard to get your hands on, Its an invitation to a lecture tomorrow night, that's all you need to know for now, any a small few will be there. I have been employed to 1: Deliver this invitation to a lady here in the city and 2: Find her some body guards of and I quot "mixed skills" for the same lady wile she attends said lecture. Also in this city, Your employment has all ready started if you wish. All I need now is for you to sign a and this pains me to say, Simple agreement for work and payment, writen by the same lady, why she did not ask me I will never know, one done I will give you her address, she wants you there tonight to keep a look out over the house, now before you ask, that's all I know, I have no idea who the lady is, this was all done v a middle man. So sign here"
he places sheets on the tabel in front of you, and yes its a simple contact with no small print Don't make me wright it life to short Then He placed the envelop in the briefcase and closes it, it clicks with a magic click.
"She has the only key, any one trys to open it with out the key and PooFF no more letter, so who's still in, you get 30 gold a day each."
Hall Stewart |
Hall carefully looks over the contract, and casts detect magic just to be sure "hmm seems legit, 30 gp a day, so long as we are able to keep the possessions we... Acquire on the job, such as those potions and the sleeves, I see no problems"
Zaeltor |
As he returns to his seat, Zaeltor comments to the others - "Indeed there was another one, who took off in a dash - couldn't really gather that many details, but ,maybe enough that I am able to recognize her/him the next time we meet, if we meet"
As to the detailed job offer, Zeltor nods - "I am in"
Turning to the others he finishes, as he gets up and gather his equipment - "I believe it is time we took our leave then"
Gigar |
Gigar stutters the words Thiiirrtty gold!?! He then quickly picks up the quill and scribbles his name down. Afterwards he looks at Hall and asks So now that my life has been sworn into servitude, what's up with the sleeves?
Hall Stewart |
"Hmm I hadn't really thought about it, I'd say someone who can attack from a distance, like have me and you and a few of the others being highly visible, in an effort to deter people from attacking, with you" he points at the tiefling "or better yet, you" pointing at the dwarf "Hiding in a crowd, in case that doesn't work in the hope that you could see stuff coming before it happens"
Gigar |
hmm... we don't know much about the situation we are going into. One, what kind of party is this and two, what kind of people are we Likely to face. I was thinking we could use the garment with one of the heavy fighters to present himself (shirt Scarlett, only a male would do I'm assuming) as the lady's "+1", the rest of us to act as servants or try to slip in unnoticed. Gigar looks the rest off the people assembled around the table, then continues. No matter what though, this job is going to require the one thing we just don't have...The lady! Solet's get off our back sides and get moving!
slight of hand: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Olrik Adamant, son of Durrik |
"Hmm I hadn't really thought about it, I'd say someone who can attack from a distance, like have me and you and a few of the others being highly visible, in an effort to deter people from attacking, with you" he points at the tiefling "or better yet, you" pointing at the dwarf "Hiding in a crowd, in case that doesn't work in the hope that you could see stuff coming before it happens"
"Put me on a rooftop, an I'll pretect er from a distance..."
Hall Stewart |
"hmm that may be a better idea, in that case I suggest myself, unless you want to arm wrestle me for it?"eg opposed str check he looks of olric well if you're going on a rooftop you don't really need a disguise"
Samurai-Jack |
Jack will read the contract three times to make sure there is no invisible clause or ink of loop and then sign it.
Plan is simple we go to the house stay there then head over to the lecture hall. There you all might think on current equipment as i doubt they will let weapons inside. then we go back to the house.
And if you like rooftops you can be the sniper.
GM Capt Wombat |
"Good then we are agreed and signed up, here is the address you need to go to and a letter form me saying who you are"
He hands over a slip of paper and a small closed letter.
"The lady will pay you when you get there, the house is on , Nops Hill, or old way if you like to use it real name, so look presentable, don't want the nobs thinking your riff raff right. Use that 20 gold, and last of all good luck"
He looks at a pocket watch,
"I am sorry to say I have to dash, I have another meeting, but I will be contacting the lady to see how well you did"
And with that he gets up and walks to the door.
the says
"Try to make this a clean and good job. I have other things in the works that would fit a group like you very well, very well in deeed"
and with that hes gone out the door.
The Address is
129 Rule Hight's
Lock Road
Old way
Port City
if you have Kn Local roll
Zaeltor |
Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
"Lets move out - I know where this place is" - the pragmatic monk puts in after a cursory look at the slip of paper.
Hall Stewart |
I didn't actually expect to actually use this but here goes, knowledge local 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19 hall raises his arm and looks at jack as he dismisses his mind blade "do you see any weapon? I don't" and he grins and grabs the sleeves
Kurzax Cormstrow |
Kurzax silently signs his name written in tengu. And reasons aloud "Everyone will notice a filthy bird filthy bird in what I assume is a fancy place. I can keep close by posing as.... Well I am just going to do what I normally do. Beg and sqwuak nearby. For 30 gold a day however I have no hesitation ending the life of another....."
Zeltor |
"Let us find this place then, and perhaps change our attire" - Zaeltor puts in.
At the mention of the sleeves, he does pause for a moment, then addresses the group - "But before leaving, I would ask - how are you planning to go about distributing our finds and/or earnings - like those sleeves, for example"
Apologies if I missed some discussion regarding the sleeves attribution. If not, Zaeltor would have to ask.
Gigar |
Hall is as going to wear them for the time being so he can stand/sit with the lady at the lecture and still blend in with her, if deemed accessible. To start however, we all need decent clothing for high society if we are to go with her. After that we will form definite plans. To the funeral home then! Gigar thinks about this statement for a second then mumbles, I probably shouldn't sound so excited about that huh?