Jordon quips, "Might be we have enough... nice place you have here, very stylish rugs." He further compliments the temple, regardless of how comely it actually is, in an attempt to get a lower price.
"You know what?" the priest says, wagging his finger at Jordon. "I like this guy; he's got a good eye. You can't decorate well on a minister's budget, but I do what I can. Tell you what, since you've got such a great sense of style yourself, I'll help your friend out for... oh... 640?"
Surely, you can give the great a discount? We can even give you a free ticket to our next Concert. I think that can be arranged, right boys?
Victor sways unsteadily, his eyes slightly out of focus.
Jordon looks to the others, then nods to the priest. "Done deal, my man." He forks over 150 of his own 200 gold pieces, and lets everyone else pay as they will.
Victor hazily reaches into his coinpurse and pulls out a handful of cash, then holds it out in the direction of the cleric.
Roger gives forth his 99gp.
The priest looks at the cash and jewels you handed over. "Eh, close enough. Let me see what I can do."
After some rustling around in his desk for the spell components, he cleanses Victor of the negative energy hanging on from the wights' attacks. When he's finished, he ushers all of you out the door.
"Have fun storming the ironworks," he says as he shuts the door behind you.
"Well, now that that's out of the way, I suppose we can get on with it." Jordon's ready to go whenever everyone else is.
"That way, eh?" Rekkstuff knew enough to keep his mouth shut while dealing with the priest. He tended to be best at breaking relationships. Not making them better. (Also it let him skip the bill, an amazing trick for most restaurants) He pulls out his axe-guitar and strums a chord. "That way it is."
He had only once questioned Tobar's sense of direction. It didn't end well.
"Phew, that's much better!" Victor says, straightening his jacket.
"Alright, ironworks HO!"
Sounds good to me.
Tobar and Elendra lead the rest of the group into the industrial district of town, following the plumes of smoke and red glow of coal furnaces. It's surrounded by a chain-link fence, and the only activity seems to be in the very center. However it's so far away, all you can make out is the clank of hammers and the shout of distant voices.
There's a large iron gate at the front, closed with a padlocked chain.
This situation was perfect. It was finally time to hone the technique he had learned that one time when he had to escape from a midget and a one eyed halfling back in the old country. (NOTE: Rekkstuff is not from the old country, and this story is a lie.) "Okay, guys. I think I could pop it, if you want."
You don't detect any magic nearby. The gate is about 300 feet from the obviously occupied building.
Perception checks:
Jordon:
Tobar:
Rekkstuff:
Roger:
Victor:
Tobar notices a couple of dark figures patrolling the fence inside. They don't seem to take notice of you.
You can pop locks?! I didn't peg you as a thief, let alone one who might actually be good at being one.
"I'll keep an eye out while you pop the lock, Rekkstuff." Victor says in a moderate whisper.
The lock pops open, and the chains slide to the ground with a grating racket.
The patrolling figures inside the fence turn and start hustling toward the gate where you're standing.
Jordon does his best to hide behind the given cover.
Roger, too, tries to hide behind available cover.
Stealth by Rekkstuff. You can roll Aid Another to assist him if you need/want.
Rekkstuff tries to slink away, but his feet get caught in the chain and he tumbles to the ground, thrashing his legs as the chain rattles raucously in the night.
Two undead figures shamble up to you on the other side of the fence, their rotting faces just visible in the moonlight. They stare lethargically at Rekkstuff and Tobar, then one lazily remarks to the other, "Bloody chavs."
He turns to Tobar. "Bugger off, before we have to get rough wit' you." They shuffle off back into the shadows.
Jordon watches on, his breath held, and his face held in a disgusted manner. He evidently doesn't like the look of the guards.
"Alright guys, new plan" Victor whispers once the guards leave. "Since they didn't notice the lock, I'll go over to a different spot by the fence and distract the guards while you all sneak in."
He then proceeds to do just that.
The guards shuffle off toward the sound that Victor makes, mumbling to themselves as they skulk through the shadows.
Jordon quietly leaves his hiding place to move toward the gate, ready to move through at the opportunity.
Roger readies himself to follow, once a move has been made.
The bulk of the compound is empty of guards or patrols, and you move unopposed until you are almost to the central building. Deep red light shimmers within, and the air is filled with the clang of hammers on steel. Two undead like the ones at the gate stand watch at the front entrance, but look bored and inattentive.
Shadows move around behind soot-laden windows on a second floor. The building is made of brick which could be climbed with relative ease, although it would probably require some kind of distraction.