Defiance in Phlan (Inactive)

Game Master Edeldhur

I don't think Eiravor has any relevant skills, so it would be 1d20 + 1 + 2 right?

If the rest of the group is listening, maybe one of them knows the area better

Is it far?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Eiravor looks at the group intently, to assess what everyone's thinking about this...

Right :)

1d8 ⇒ 1

Eiravor has a pretty good idea of the general area where the girl lives in (after she points it out). Luckily enough you will pass it by on the way to your destination.

Ah as it happens I know that area and we'll pass it on our way.
Come with us, we'll see that you make it safely home!

Again Eiravor looks around the group hoping to see nothing but approval in their eyes :D

Let us be on our way then.
May we know your name dear lady? Eiravor asks with a courtesy bow.

Unless someone objects I'd say let's be on our way.

Let's make way and take herr home!

"Alissa is my name kind sir" - the girl replied with a curtsy.

The group moves along the mostly deserted streets, heading through the more modest part of town - they have the uneasy feeling they are spied at times, and dark alleyways usually hide dark secrets, but they encounter no foul play.

"There is my house" - the girl points out after a few moments. There is light inside, and the figure of a woman appears at the door as the group approaches - she is probably in her late fifties, with greying brown hair caught up under a handkerchief around her head. Her eyes are deepset, as if from lack of sleep, and she wears a plain grey dress with an old but clean apron over it.

"Alissa?!" - she begins rushing out but stops short when she sees the large, armed and armored group - "Is everything... Ok?"

"Yes!" - Alissa replies, dashing to her - "These gentlemen and lady were kind enough to escort me home from Freona's. All is well!" - she seems to be in an exceptional good mood.

Kha'lessa's mood is the opposite and she just mumbles Can we go now?
She slowly starts to walk away, trying to avoid the chit-chat that's sure to happen

Fare well Alissa. - says Armantaro to the girl, then turning to Eiravor he adds with a grin: All set and good to go boss.

On our way to the meeting spot Armantaro goes looking around cheking for threats/people following us

Good afternoon mam. Alissa, wish ya well for the future!
And unless something happens I'll stand aside and wait for the group to be ready to leave.
While I wait I'll keep looking around to see if I spot someone following us or spying on us ...

Alright now, be safe Alissa!
Ma'am... he adds with a slight bow to her mom (I guess).

Farewell!

As Eiravor turns to get back to the business at hand, he makes a mental note to stop by again sometime...
He can't shake the feeling there's more to this, but it'll have to wait.

As the group goes to the meeting, Kha'lessa separates from them and finds a place far but within eyesight of the meeting point

As for the rest of us, we move to the rendez-vous confidently but alert.
Eiravor, the buyer, in the middle, surrounded by his faithful bodyguards.

By the way... he whispers to said bodyguards, my name is now Vandelay, not Eiravor.

We good? Van-de-lay.

As you say boss. - answers Armantaro

According to the directions you had been provided, it is a 20-minute walk to the abandoned barn on the outskirts of Phlan. Indeed it takes you no longer than that, as the streets are mostly deserted, bare of both civilians and any Black Fist Order patrols.

From a distance, the designated meeting place looks like no more than a simple structure, about 30 feet wide and 80 feet long. Here and there you can see farming implements left behind a long time ago - rusty pitchforks, shovels and all manner of worn out tools, a broken down wagon tilted to its side, and overrun with some sort of bush like vegetation, and overall a large amount of weeds and wild grass dotting the whole area.

From where you stand, the barn's main door appears to be closed, and everything seems otherwise deadly quiet.

I'd say we approach up to... 30m from the front of the building and take a better look.

If things still appear to be quiet and there's no sign of life (leashed horses, light, noise) we look around the perimeter of the building before actually knocking on the front door.

Speaking only to the group.
Well we are here to trade and they should be expecting us. I agree, let's approach and have a look around before we go in.

Sounds like a plan to me. Lets go. says Armantaro to his compnions in a low voice

You carefully approach the barn, noticing the main doors are ajar, and there is some light coming from inside.

In a low voice Armantaro says They are already here. Shall we go around first before going to the door? I don't like that we separate but I can go and check it alone while you wait here... but I think its only worth it if we go chicken and bail out if there are to many bodygards. I say we go in prepared for trouble.

Probably not worth going around... Let's carefully see what's inside. It's not strange that they would be in there waiting for the buyer.

Eiravor looks at both of the "bodyguards" for confirmation...

But just in case, be prepared for a fight...

Kha'lessa tries to keep at least one of the group in sight.

If she can't maintain some distance, she tries to find a place to hide while seeing them

If there is any trouble you two get the mellee and I'll take care of the range problems.

Armantaro will go right behind them holding his bow and will be always attentive to their surroundings and where they could hide or flee if the exchange goes wrong

So guys - I hear a lot of conversation. Is anyone actually moving toward the barn doors to see what is inside? :P

Kha'lessa, roll d20+Proficiency bonus+Dex (or plus Stealth instead of Dex, if you have it).

Saying to group I'll go ahead, I'll look into the barn from outside the door. Ye can come a bit behind me. What do you think?

Looking to Eiravor but without saying his name Are you ready, can we move ahead?

I don't think I have proficiency

stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Yeah let's go, all three. We should have nothing to fear., Vandelay says puffing his chest confidently.

I'll take the middle and each of you my faithful bodyguards take each side

With this, Vandelay moves inside the barn confidently until we can see what's up in there.

I don't think I have proficiency

Your Proficiency Bonus is +2, and your Dex bonus is +2, so your final result should be 19+2+2 = 23 ;)

As Eiravor, Armantaro and Ragnar move forward inside the barn, they spot a sinewy elf in gray clothes. She smiles at three gruff looking humans standing behind her - “I told you they would come. I knew this package would be much too valuable to pass up"

Then the elf turns back to you - "Now, let’s do this quickly. Here is what you asked for"- she holds a very large hide backpack toward you.

"You throw the payment over to me, and we will leave it right here. We get out of this place, and then you can leave after five minutes have passed. No fuss, no muss"

But then she paused and looked at you three more closely - "Hold on though.... Something is not right here. Are you Raknor?" - she commented, looking Eiravor over with a raised eyebrow - "I was expecting someone... Different"

F#$% what the hell is this one going on about, Eiravor's mind is racing...

He pulls out the gold purse and holds it ostensibly, making the gesture as if to throw it...

Then he aborts the purse throw...

Different how? he asks, with a bewildered look on his face...

I guess I could say the same about you, only I've no idea what you're supposed to look like.

Then he looks at the purse...

Except I don't f@*~in care what you look like as long as you've got the goods. Sooo... do you want this or not?

Show me the goods and we'll do it your way.

Armantaro is casualy holding his bow and looking all around to see if there is anything threatening from the seller's bodyguards and possible places to have cover. If there is trouble he starts shooting while going for cover (if there is any). Like giving cover to Eiravor and Ragnar.

"No need for that language..." - the elf woman raised her eyebrow - "We are all friends here" - she adds - "I meant to say I was expecting someone less... Attractive" - she winks at Eiravor, looking him up and down, then turning with a flourish.

"Anyway..." - she retrieves a box from the backpack, and opens it - "Here are the 'goods', as you call them"

The interior of the box seems to be all in vellum, and inside rests an item with an oblong shape, much like an abnormally large egg, yet its colors are quite different from anything you have ever seen - a deep dark shade of red, almost black, with slivers of bright orange.

"Satisfied?" - the she-elf smiled again, as the men behind her stared at Armantaro, hands on their scabbarded weapons.

Now that's more like it... says Eiravor with a satisfied grin on his face.

And I do apologize for my previous harshness, I tend to get nervous in this sort of situations.

Now if you wouldn't mind stepping just 10' away from the package, I'll toss the payment over and won't move until you're all well and gone.

And once they do move aside, Eiravor throws them the gold pouch.
Until then he watches them attentively, ready to react to any attempt of betrayal.

I keep my bodyguard attitude looking around to spot/see all of her bodyguards.
Obermind, how many are they and where?

With a curtsey, the elvish woman steps away from the package, and deftly catches the pouch Eiravor throws to her - "A pleasure doing business with you" - she bows low, and signals her goons to get going as they all prepare to leave.

@Armantaro: There are three of them + the elf.

A pleasure indeed, m'lady. I hope we'll meet again sometime soon, Eiravor adds with a flourish of his own.

Once they're gone, Eiravor says quietly:

Let's be careful now. This has the stink of a trap all over it...

Any of you skilled with traps?

Quick question about the pin before they leave - is it in the same bag as the payment?

yes the pin is in the bag. I think Eiravor wanted to give it as a token of good will for future business... :)

For me it sounded like a trap since we were hired. Lets get out of here... carefuly - says Eiravor with a grin

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
In case its needed I got passive perception 15

In that case:

The elf takes a few moments to check the payment in the pouch before leaving, then her and the others exit the barn through a back door.

Yup, it was attached to the money bag as a decorative way to close it.

Let's be careful now. This has the stink of a trap all over it...

Any of you skilled with traps?

Perception: 19 = 19 In case its needed I got passive perception 15

I am not following you Armantaro - what are you using your Perception roll for? To check the backpack?

The elf and her goons were preparing to go away, the perception rolls were ment to when we start going out also.

Actualy when Eriavor and I spoke of traps I was assuming the three of us were the only ones in the barn

No one has even grabbed the backpack yet as far as I am aware - I assume Eiravor was asking before messing with it.

Usually in PbP we need to be 'flexible' with time - Eiravor stated he would talk after they left. But they had not left yet ;)

So the action is:
- Now they have left;
- Eiravor's question about traps kick in:

Let's be careful now. This has the stink of a trap all over it...

Any of you skilled with traps?

For me it sounded like a trap since we were hired. Lets get out of here... carefuly - says Eiravor with a grin.

Which means you are still inside, you suggested to leave and I assume Eiravor is waiting for someone to answer his question :P

Once, and if you ever get out of this barn alive, then your Perception will come into play.

Yeah, Eiravor is waiting for the group to answer if they are skilled with traps before even moving.

From what I understood, the backpack isn't within reach, and he fears the ground may be booby trapped between us and the pack, and in the packs's vicinity.

If the group has trap spotting skills, Eiravor lets them do their thing, otherwise he wants to do his much less effective thing :D

I'd say that I'm as good with traps as you Eiravor... since you're the boss you go get the egg while I keep my whatch on the barn. - says Armantaro with a grin

Kha'lessa tries to understand the movement inside and once she realizes thee group is preparing to leave she comes out of hiding and adresses the hiding orc with a loud voice and a red flame in her hand

Hey orc! You and your two friends look lost, need directions?

intimidation: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

She uses prestidigitation to make the light and look more dangerouus. She also readies an eldricht blast if any of the three makes an offensive move

Inside the barn, and since no one has any trap handling skills, Eiravor tries to make do with a Faerie Fire spell, hoping the aura around objects helps spot any hidden surprises...

It's a 20-ft cube, so he casts the spell to encompass the space around the backpack and up to where the group is.

If the backpack is more than 20-ft away, preference goes to backpack area - it's ok if I have to walk a bit outside the spell cube, but the backpack must be inside the cube.

Do you want me to get the Egg Eiravor?

Eiravor's magical faerie fire envelops the area, but reveals no traps.

Looks safe. I'm probably just being paranoid..., Eiravor says to himself.

's ok Armantaro I'll get it, you and Ragnar just stay alert for any complications.

With this, Eiravor moves to the pack, checks its contents, takes it and makes his way towards the barn's exit.

Of course, that's assuming all goes well :D if his legs explode due to a hidden trap, or he gets viciously attacked in the process, he might have to reconsider...

I'm as alert as I can be watching them leave and checking if they make any sudden movements.
If ya want I can pick it up. But if we are done I say we leave. I don't like it here.