"Stop. I think someone's here." Sakuro hissed quietly, putting a hand on her cousin's shoulder before slowly turning around. Yeah, that sense of being watched wasn't going away, and considering what he was carrying... the girl focused her attention on the world around her, looking for anything that was out of place. If it was a thief or something, well, she'd just have to help deal with it somehow...
Perception:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Ready Action: Cast Color Spray (if feeling too threatened).
Though there are people about, nobody seems to be paying you any attention. (I've assumed that you're somewhere nominally private...a copse of trees near the festival grounds...)
The first one was too sudden...but the second one...you could see that it came from atop a nearby mound. Someone is extremely well hidden there behind the stones atop the mound. There's not a lot of space there...so you can guess where pretty easily, though you still haven't seen anybody.
Aya points at a nearby mound and yells,
I saw the dart that just hit Varuk come from atop that nearby mound. There must be someone extremely well hidden there behind the stones atop the mound.
"Come on, time to go back." Sakuro said, grabbing her cousin's hand and moving towards the festival again. "I keep getting the feeling we're being watched, and I've learned to trust my instincts. We should be safer within a good crowd of people." she didn't really like what was going on, but unlike some, she had no intention of simply waiting for things to happen when she could do something about it.
Inquisitor 2 | 10/21 | Init +4 | Perc +9 | AC:16 Tch:11 FF:15 | Fort +6 Ref +1 Will +6 | CMD:14 |
Varuk moves back to escape a line of fire. Taking cover behind one of the grave markers. Looking to his sword he says, "Great war-king, bolster me that I may destroy this enemy of yours. So that I may cleave her head from her body and give up her battered carcass in offering to you."
Male Human Rogue (Unchained, Swashbuckler) L2 | AC19 (T14F15) CMD16 | HP 17/17 | Saves F1R7W-2 | Percep +2 | Init: +4 | Status: OK
Antonio nods at Aya. Ditching his torch he takes his cape in his left hand and makes a careful stealthy approach to the mound.
Stealth:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Just so the situation is well understood...you guys followed the trail around the mound you came out of...and up it, where she apparently climbed the mound. There are stones atop every crypt-mound...some of which Varuk is hiding behind at the moment. You'd seen her robe behind these stones...from the back...and it's there, and can be seen more easily for those of you still making an approach. Varuk was the first one up, and hit as soon as he got on top. It's a ridiculously easy climb, so I didn't call for rolls.
Hopefully, everyone understands the basics at this point.
Now, Antonio, who hadn't made it up top yet...is approaching the mound Aya says she saw the dart come from...not 10' from the main one.
Aya moves to the side of the mound where she is hiding and to where she can see the old lady. Then she unleashes a ray of frost.
Stealth:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22 Ranged touch attack:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20 possible cold damage:1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
As you stand there talking, a small human woman strides into the tavern. Manton, easily a foot taller, takes a step back and grimaces. So...what brings you here?
The little lady crosses her arms, and matches his look...Back room.
She takes off, heading behind the bar. She dresses a bit oddly...rough leathers...and carries weapons...most prominent, a bow that seems longer than she is tall...
Falcon studies the woman. Sense Motive:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
He then moves as close as he can without causing alarm and listens to them. Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24