Dargrim Rumblecask |
Ever the master of subtlety, Dargrim eyes the "man" up and down briefly, his nose curling slightly at the unpleasant odor wafting from him. "Aye, it be a fine day fit fer marchin' under th'sun. Assumin' ye dinnae blunder intae dead men intent on yer murder. Or stinkin' flowers intent on yer murder. Ah cannae ken what afflicts yerself, but ah'll nay reckon th'plant crawlin' out yer head spells good news fer ye."
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Going to go ahead and use Study Target on the fellow, assuming we're close enough.
Ulciscor |
Ulciscor just sighed.
"Would you like that plant removed?" He asked the man, waiting to gauge the reaction. He wasn't specific as to the timeline, but whatever had done this to this man, likely it was in need of some kind of payback.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
Kevkas the Battle Oracle |
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 There's a man on the road? Where?
Kevkas looks over at Dargrim, then Ulcisor, and takes a few steps closer to the man. "It sounds like you need help, friend. How are you feeling?"
Diplomacy, if applicable: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 Geez.