perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
At the gate
Unsure whether they would be heading back this way or not, Navarre responds, "By your leave sir, I'll have you peace bond my sword and bow." Drawing the blade and scabbard from it's frog he presents it for peace bonding. He furrows his brow, "I also carry several knives, though none longer than a span. Do they need to be peace bonded as well?"
in the crowd
'Well, if I'm a Ham, you can just eat me.' Glaring at the commentor, Navarre continues on his way, hoping his companions have better luck with the locals than he.
At the building
His mind still on the idiot that mocked him, Navarre doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary until Jak points it out. Looking at the latch, Navarre watches as Lazar reveals his tools. Furrowing his brow, he nods towards the door. "We should knock before we attempt to 'repair' the lock."
Turning back to Jak he adds, "Good job noticing the damaged wood and the boot print. Do you think you can follow the print?"
Looking around until he sees the Aiel, his raised eyebrow indicating he was asking Ceirn the same question.
I may have been kissing the goat, but your mother was working the other end!"
oooooooooo daaaaaaaammmmmnnnnn!!!!!!!! That is F'ing hilarious!!!! You, good sir, have earned a free level for making me laugh so dang hard for so long!
i'll play as ceirn for a short while.
ceirn survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
ceirn squats down next to the boot track on the stoop, examining it. He looks left and right, before finally shaking his head regretfully. Apologies. I cannot pick up the trail.
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@talia. Im glad you asked. Directly with the One power, no. Not that im aware of. However!!!!!! If someone with a keen nose to pick up on human scents (jak!) or someone with a nose towards violence (Lazhar!). If someone of that nature were to make a perception based rolls, well, the DCs for them would be wolfbrother perc DC 20, Sniffer DC 20.
Lazhar looks about and then tilts his head up. Jak had pointed out something was off so the man opened his sinuses and breathed in deeply. He wondered if anything violent had happened.
Sniffer Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Lazar looks at the Borderlander and gives him a look as he continues to sniff the area. Consternation crosses his face as he seems to shift the quarterstaff from a walking stick to the crux of his arm to finally over his shoulder blades in smooth motions.
@jak: yes. But the DC would only be 20 due to the other modifiers being removed.
Both jak and lazhar pick up on the scent.
Lazar sighs and pulls a kerchief out of his coat and wipes his nose. He points to the left then right. On the right he gestures to the corner then up.
"Someone passes by here...someone who did something very bad" Lazar says as he then touches the kerchief back to his nose.
Jak leans forward a bit, appearing to study the shoeprint, but actually following the faint scent he picked up. Heh. So faint, I probably wouldn't have caught it in a few hours... but the print is pretty old too.
Wonder if they are connected?
Ignoring Navarre's pounding on the door, and giving Lazar a surprised look, he moves along the wall of the building, and follows the trail of faint prints and scents down to the next building over and fingers a chip in the wooden wall as he stares up the corner. "Well that's interesting....
"Hey! Come and look at this. Whoever's print that is at the door seems to have climbed up this wall... or down it."
Can we tell from the prints if they were walking towards the front door, or away from the door and towards where they climbed? Also, is there enough of a print to tell if it was a woman's or man's shoe?
Rizz, any response to knocking on the door.
Frowning, Navarre turns from the door. Looking to Lazar then to Jak he raises an eyebrow, curious how they realized that a 'bad person' had passed that way. Looking up the towards the wall where Jak had pointed, he wondered aloud, "Up the wall?"
He assumed a human assassin could climb a wall, but after what he had seen, he didn't think it was safe to assume the infiltrator was human. Turning back to the door he pounded again, louder, this time calling out. "Jair!"
Reaching down to his sword pommel he felt the 'peace bond' on the weapon. Looking over his shoulder to the Aiel, remembering his friend had snuck in and so his weapons were not, in fact, peace bonded. Giving a wolfish smile he asks"Ceirn, those spears you don't like to use, can I borrow one of them."
Talia stood back and watched and listened. Being within the city meant no access to the One Power which made her feel kind of naked and was part of the reason she never stayed long within this city. As things seemed to be progressing she was getting a bit concerned that something bad might have happened to Jair and if that were the case the likelihood that the book was here decreased greatly as due to the recent events it would most likely have been the book the someone that had been here was after.
Navarre pounds on the heavy iron bound door, his blows landing hard and heavy, filling the street. Yet, after a brief pause, there is no indication of acknowledgement from inside, let alone someone actually being inside.
Jak: its a man. and it walks from door to the corner of the house.
Ceirn stares back at Navarre, a sudden stillness to his frame. You dance well, wetlander, but not that well.
He looks up at the roofline, nods, and drops his pack to the ground. He pulls out a narrow grappling hook and length of rope. He ties off the rope and begins to swing the hook.
would be easy enough to do if i was alone, however-
range attack for grappling hook -4 for range, ac 5 for roof ledge: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 8 - 4 = 13
He tugs on the rope to ensure it's secure. Satisfied, he looks at Lazhar and holds out the rope.
Climb check, dc 5 to climb the rope.
Lazar nods. He hands over his quarterstaff, and pulls out a smaller knife from his coat. He places it in his teeth and shifts to place a hilt closer to his shoulder. Best to draw should your enemy be at the top.
climb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Once up top he'll put knife in his hand and reach back to grab his staff. Crouching should he need to spring away or forward.
Giving the Aiel a wry smile Navarre shrugs. "Couldn't hurt to ask, right?" As Ceirn grapples the roofline Navarre looks down the road, one way then the other, making sure no one was watching. As Lazar began to shimmy up the rope, he asks. "Should we all go, or just one to come down and unlock the door?" He then reaches out, testing the door latch to see if he could open it.
That's assuming the door is actually locked.
Furrowing his brow, Navarre looks from the rope Lazar and Ceirn were climbing to the ground where the others had identified the tracks. Looking at Jak he asks, "Do the prints indicate if the intruder had exited yet?" He gestures towards his friends, "I don't want those two facing something like what we fought alone."
I didn't specify so I have an idea
Lazar peaks over the edge he just came from and holds out his free hand and speaks."Someone pass me my staff"
After it is passed to him he will begin to take in the scents of the roof.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
"So far it seemed to just lead to where the man climbed up. Haven't seen anything leading away, yet. Unless they left by the door. There was something wrong with the latch, but that could have been before they came back here." Jak says as he hands Lazar's staff up to him. Then he goes to inspect the trail again to make sure he didn't miss any clues.
just to remind lazar, your standing on the neighbors rooftop because the trail climbs up the corner of the neighbors building, not the mini-fort.
Strange customs you wetlanders have. ceirn replies softly, barely audible for Lazar to hear. [/b]
" That is not normal. Also not all Wetlanders are the same, I doubt all Aiel are the same." Lazar says looking back over the edge and gestured with his staff to the other roof top.
"There are chairs and a braizer over here. They look disturbed. I'm gonna jump over" Lazar says as he measures the distance with his staff.
How far is the distance.
Nodding as Jak explained the path taken by the intruder, Navarre turns to Garl, "Your right my friend, but they may need help." Moving quickly to the rope he begins to climb.
climb: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Edging past the end of the room, Navarre stumbles to his feet. Looking from Lazar to Ceirn. Having heard Ceirns question, Navarre smiles, "Yeah, where to now?"
accro: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
A 10 hits 10 ft so I'm assuming he makes it
Talia has no need to follow the others as she has nothing to contribute she just watches from below and keeps an eye out for potential trouble. She feels rather naked at this point no magic and no warder but there is nothing she can do about either at this point in time. She had hoped that one of the fighters types would have remained with her but not even the healer stayed behind.
having landed on the roof, Navarre see's Lazar motion to Ceirn. Noticing they are being stealthy, he takes the opportunity to move their direction, hissing. "Wait for me you two,"
stealth: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Jak walks up nearly silently behind Talia after going back over the trail a second time. He looked up over her shoulder and grunted softly as Garl disappeared onto the roof. "The folk here seem on edge. Like they know something about whatever happened here. Or perhaps things have been bad for a while."
Ceirn will stealth along with Lazar slowly to allow for Navarre to join them.
Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
Jak hesitates a long moment as he considered the question... and Talia... He shrugs. The trail's scent had been faint and he suspected that whoever had visited here had not done so very recently, nor was likely to still be inside. He would hate to be wrong about that, however.
"If you wish. Though we should wait a few minutes more in case they flush something out. Or run into trouble. Patience. We should know soon, and while it is late, a couple of minutes more will not likely make much difference."
Were there any inns or neighborhood alehouses on the street, or that we passed nearby Rizzen?
Lazar eyed the two additions and gave them a stern look. In his crouch, he began to look about for an entrance and any more signs of a struggle.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
As he does he gestures for the others to do the same. Hopefully, the three got the hint, Despite not being versed in the more nefarious arts like himself.
Gonna roll both Bluff and Linguistics for crude hand signaling and see if the others can follow along. Hopefully, they can and we have the beginnings of a in party non verbal communication
Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Linguistics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Moving up behind Lazar and Ceirn, Navarre sees Lazar turn and motion. Interpreting the gesture towards his eye to mean 'watch' and the second gesture to mean 'stay low and spread out' the swordsman smiles and nods.
Turning and winking at Garl as he gets low and moves to the side, keeping a keen eye out. As he slowly shifts, he draws the two knives that the soldiers at the gate had not seen fit to peace-bond.
A skinning knife Eran had given him, that he'd only used when they went hunting, and a thick bladed serrated knife he used for cutting food at dinner time. He sighed, thinking that these were not his best weapons, but he'd only break the peace bond on the sword if one of their lives were truly in danger.
Next level Navarre will spend a skill point in stealth, and would happily spend a skill point in linguistics to learn some kind of hand talk
perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
stealth: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Shaking his head, confused about how much stealth could be possible after landing on the rooftop, Garl doesn't crouch or slink, but he does step quietly while he looks for the way down. This wouldn't be set up as a patio without a convenient way to get to it, right?
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
ok, just for my notes, we have Roof: ceirn, lazar, navarre, and garl, and down below we have Talia, jak.
woot woot! ceirn is back!!!
apparently i couldnt remember the word patio to describe the rooftop
i added a picture of the rooftop and lower level to show a rough layout of the area.
Lazar pulls out a kerchief and places it on his nose. He stifles a cough and points with his staff into the darkness.
" Its foul down there" he says in a croak. He points with his staff and then looks to the others.
"This way" He says leading with his staff this time having it fully extended like a Spear. It was nasty but he continued to follow the stench.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
Rizz, do you want us putting our posts in spoilers?
Seeing Garl shake his head, Elathras smiles noncommittally and shrugs. He continues following Lazar down the four steps to the stone floor. Not sure why Lazar is covering his nose, Navarre at least understood what foul meant. Lifting his dagger-filled hands like a boxer, he followed Lazar into the darkness, keeping a keen eye out.
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Ceirn pulls up his viel and takes a moment to let the source rush into him before following along.
Composer: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33