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"What happened here? This house wasn't this disorganized."

"We were just here a while ago and the bread was edible. There is no way it could have spoiled so easily. There is definitely something going on here beyond what I can comprehend." Darthen takes a look around the house for any signs of life.

A sudden look of shock on Darthens face gives away his thoughts. "The King?!?" He searches the crowd raging by looking for more information. "WHAT HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT THE KINGS DEATH? TELL ME MORE!" He shouts at various passerby's until he gets one that will spill whatever gossip he has heard.

A quick nod of agreement to Heather, "It will be bad thats for sure. Lets get out of this crowd and see the fortune teller. At least it will give us a respite from this crowd."

"A reward is nice Darthen, but we weren't doing this for the gold. Nevertheless, friend Darthen, if it makes you feel more secure, why don't you carry the ill gotten gains so that nothing is done to it without your knowledge. I trust you not to run off with it. But... before we head to the guard,... I think we should go first to Zellara's house and find out the truth of her tale."

"I appreciate your sentiments Jeorik, and I can see that you are a good natured person. However living in Korvosa is a struggle. Survival of the fittest and all that." With a nod at Inigio, "Even the church makes sure that their hands are on the gold. As for the items, I do not care who carries them, but I do agree that we need to be out of here. Let us head to Zellara's house and see what we can find out. The rest will fall in place one way," he finishes with a look at Inigio "or another."

Darthen eyes Inigio's emotionless face wondering if the priest ever cracked a smile in his life. He says to himself, "I don't think I have ever seen a man of the cloth look so... displeased. I feel sorry for those in need of service if this is what the church is spitting out."

Darthen straightens his back and looks at the others. "Are we in agreement then? The items get turned in as long as we are rewarded?"

"I have another suggestion. I would be willing to part with my share as long as you guarantee that we will be paid in gold. If you can arrange that then I will be more than happy to let my share go back to their owners. If not then I will take my share and be done with it." He looks at the others in turn to see their reaction.

"We could always post a notice that valuables have been collected from known criminal Lamm and anyone who thinks they have a claim leave a description of their valuables with the guard."

"One problem I can think of is this. A cohort of Lamm that we did not find could easily show up with knowledge of what we have. I don't know about the rest of you, but I will take an equal share as the rest of you and pawn them off. There are certain ... things ... I would like to do, and like all things in life it will take gold."

"You are good at opening locks." Inigo comments, "Are you sure you haven't done this professionally?"

"Remember everything inside is probably stolen. We have to return them to their owners or we wait for the proper period to expire before claiming them. There is a provision of law that would cover this matter I am sure."

Darthen raises an eyebrow at Inigio's comment. "You are serious aren't you? Well after we split this up you can do as you wish with your share. I, however, do not do charity work for the government. My armor and weapons do not upkeep themselves. Besides, if we take these things and leave them for someone to claim it will cause more headache trying to sort out the hundreds of "owners"." Darthen looks back at the others to see their reaction.

May I have a knowledge roll from everyone please. Use your best knowledge bonus from the following; local, history, or nobility. untrained checks allowed.

Know: Local (1d20+5=7)

Darthen claps Keliwyn on the back as he unlocks the chest. "Job well done my friend. Let us see what payment Lamm has left us for dispatching him."

CrimsonDM wrote:

The inside of the room still smells of fish and the river. As you enter you can see why. There's a large hole in the floor. Wooden pillars support the roof. Dust, moss, mold and cobwebs line the walls and hang from the ceiling. Everywhere there's junk. It's strewn about the place; it's overflowing tables along the north wall. (Although the junk's been pushed off one table onto the floor and a small chest sits on the table.)

That was the initial description of the larger downstairs room.

Assuming Darthen's checks down here are a quick visual scan, they reveal nothing more. You may make more checks upstairs if you wish. There is nothing to hinder you from searching the rooms as thoroughly as you'd like. All depends how much time you want to spend.

I forgot all about that chest. Ok, time for Darthen to take a look at it. He isn't a rogue so....

Responding to Inigio, "The chest seems to be the only thing of interest. Other than the head in the box of course." Darthen looks over the chest wondering if it would be trapped.

Search for traps (1d20+4=16)

If it comes back negative then...

Darthen stands to the side of the chest, flexes his fingers gingerly, and tries to open the lid.

"The gator shouldn't be back for awhile. Lets get out of here before that crowd sets this place on fire." Darthen takes a look around the room Heather is in and the larger one with the pit.

Small room; Large room (1d20+4=15, 1d20+4=12)

As long as nothing catches his eyes .... Disgusted at the sights and smells of the small room Darthen makes a hasty retreat back up to the first floor. He waits for the others before heading up the ladder.

If the place is still standing and not on fire he does a quick search of each room as well. I can do a separate roll for each just let me know how many I need to do.

I didn't see that you had already posted for me Tom, thanks. Here is my post I was going to put before I went back to verify everyones location on the map. Anyone can read this if they want. Just a little bit more flavor for the fight.

With a sneer on his face Darthen grips his sword tightly. "Lets do this!" He quickly steps across the corner of the water pit while Lamm is distracted with his crossbow. 5' step to A6 With Lamm's back to him, Darthen, takes the opportunity to make quick strike hoping to incapacitate him. Even in the cramped confines of the room his blade streaks straight for Lamm's spine. At the last possible second Lamm expertly changes his stance to deflect the lethal strike. "Damn he's quick. Quicker than I gave him credit for." A quick look at his sword shows a smear of blood. Darthen grins as he realizes Lamm didn't avoid the full strike as he thought.

Attack | Damage (1d20+4=17, 1d6=3)

I hope Jeorik can swim because you have him in the water :D

Oops. I was waiting to see where Inigio was going before I posted. Darthen covers his face as pieces of rotted wood fly past him. "I would hate to see what he does when he gets pissed." Just then the door disappears as the final blow shatters the remaining planks. Just then, a loud snapping sound, draws his attention to the gator as it disappears down the hole. "WOAH! I don't think I've seen on that large before." Looking back over his should he says, "watch your step in here. That beast could come back through that hole at anytime." A quick look at the water around them, "He could probably grab one of you from here to. Get in the room, at least there you have a fighting chance." As he finishes he moves into the room keeping the hole and the exits in clear view.

I also knew Inigio was the one for this task. Thanks for clearing that up for us. :)

As Inigio describes what he is about to do with the fire, Darthen, catches Kelywin's look. He raises an eyebrow at the elf wondering if he is thinking the same thing.

As the first blow tears into the door he readies his shield and sword.

I would assume I am after Inigio. If one of the others wants to go before me just let us know.

Init Roll (1d20=9)

Oh well, acting near the end of combat has its advantages, right?

Um my post was eaten apparently. Ugh, I need to remember to check that before I close everything down. Here is a synopsis of what I typed earlier.

Darthen eyes the water. Whispering to the others he says, "Even without sharks I don't think I would hazard a swim in that stuff." A quick look at the others, "Right then, give me a hand with this door and lets see if we can find this Lamm and be done with this affair. I have a hot meal and a cold ale waiting for me."

I rolled a 20 at IC with 3 damage. Not enough to even put a dent on the door.

Try as he might, Darthen is unable to get a strong enough swing in to do any real damage.

BTW, while I was out on lunch I passed a car with the license plate "LAMM". Coincidence? I think not. I almost decided to run him off the road and grab hit loot. :D

Darthen wrote:

Darthen tries the door to see if it is unlocked. Does it swing in or out?

The door swings in. It is unlocked, but barred on the inside, at least it moves a fingerwidth before stopping.

Darthen tries to catch a glimpse of the room beyond through the small opening.

Whispering back to the others, "I don't know if we can break this down in these tight quarters." Looking at the spot the others noticed in the water. "One of you want to try and see where that leads?"

A worried look briefly touches his face. Whispering to the others, "Lets find this Lamm and be done with this place. If they get to rowdy they could set this tinderbox on fire and us with it."

Darthen tries the door to see if it is unlocked. Does it swing in or out?

Ok with that he will use the shortsword instead

Ignoring the sounds from above he tries to concentrate on the door. Not sure if the sounds from above are distracting him or there is actually nothing behind the door. Darthen slowly moves back and takes whispers up the to the others, "What's going on up there? What was that noise? There isn't anything I can here behind the door, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything."

He doesn't climb up the ladder yet, and he keeps an eye on the door.

As Darthen lands softly on the wet landing he slowly pulls out one of his daggers. He takes a quick look up the ladder at the others. Slowly moving down the slippery planks towards the door.

As long as there are no surprise he listens at the door.

Listen (1d20+8=9) Actually 11 against humans.

Jeorik fixes the gnome with a hard look and then shrugs and says, "I say turn him over to the guards. There may even be a reward out for him if he's a known criminal. Certainly his tastes in friends seems questionable."

Jeorik nocks an arrow to his bow and looking down into the hole he says, "Who wants to go first? I'll cover you."

"That's fine with me. Leave him to the guards, or better yet the Nails. When they get done with him he won't be the sane enough to try anything against us."

Darthen: ** spoiler omitted **

Tom:

CLW (1d8 1=8)

Darthen is fully healed, thanks Inigo

As the others stand around looking at each other, Darthen sighs and says, "I will go down. That heavy armor of yours will make it harder to maneuver on the ladder. Be ready to move down when I give the all clear." With that he tightens the straps on his buckler, sheaths his sword and heads down the ladder. Constantly checking below and to the sides for any signs of someone else.

Let me know if you need any rolls.

Watching as the kids sneak out Darthen says, "Let the rugrats go. Without these fools to prod them on they will go back to their regular lives." Looking down at the gnome, "You however aren't so lucky. I do recall you trying to have us gutted. I say we dump him into the water tied up. If he makes it out good for him. If not, well no one will miss him. However I will leave the decision up to the group. I am sure the guard will be just as happy to have one of Lamm's crew."

Turning to Inigo, "Can you do anything for these wounds priest?" If my math is right then I am down 3 hp. A top off before Lamm would be swell. :)

His blade slides easily into Yargin. Not a second later an arrow sails noiselessly past his ear and buries itself in Yargins chest to its feathers. A quick glance back confirms it was Jeorik. A nod of thanks for not hitting him while in combat. Suddenly Keilwyn yells to stop a Gnome. A quick look around and he sees the little devil wielding a toothpick size dagger. He moves and turns to face the small child like man. Another quick strike while his attention is diverted.

Att; Dmg (1d20+4=23, 1d6=3)

confirm crit (1d20=20)

So that is 6 damage to the Gnome.

As he bites through the pain from the dog attack. He is suddenly hit in the head with a large wooden paddle. Wincing as his vision explodes into a rainbow of colors he yells while ducking and weaving, "Damn it, I told you to get outta here!" Ignoring the pain in his leg and the splitting headache he forces his way closer to Yargin.

Kind of busy at work here so I will see what I can do to get a coherent post up.

Spot Check (1d20+8=10)

Infuriated at his initial quarry using the kids as a shield Darthen focuses on Yargin. At the kids he yells, "You little rats get outta here before this fool kills you all."

Intimidate (1d20+2=21)

"Inigio, what the hell do you think you are doing. They are kids for gods sake. Take out the ones issuing the orders and these will scatter."

The map you sent didn't have a grid so I am a little lost. I didn't mark it all down. Oh wait a sec I will download the module from my account area and look at it. That should take me a few minutes, If Darthen is unable to reach Yargin because of kids, etc then I will revise his action. For now my action is...

Darthen moves to intercept Yargin to prevent him from escaping. Maybe with the wortless scum engaged the kids will lose their will and flee. As he closes in on his prey he opens with a quick piercing attack aimed at Yargin's mid section. "I can tell by his unbalanced stance he is no fighter. His orc and kids do his dirty work. A quick decisive strike should bring him down."

Attack; Dmg (1d20+4=21, 1d6=2)

Darthen gives a quick look back at Heather, "Mighty fine lass. Does this brute have to listen to you now? If so send him down the hall past Jeorik and let him tangle with them first. I will keep behind him in case the charm breaks."

Delay until after Heather. She needs to win an opposed charisma check to give him an order.

Charisma check (1d20+3=8)

If she fails her check, Darthen will strike him down, then move down the hall with Jeorik.

Attack; Damage (1d20+4=19, 1d6=4)

Man what a waste of a great roll.

If she beats his score, then Darthen will stay behind Giggles to take his place if he falls or to bring him down.

As for Heather; She has already cast her three 1st level spells, charm person, and disguise self twice (once for the scary thing and the other to turn into a rough sailor dude). So for now she will just stick to the back and delay for now. After we are done at the warehouse the first stop will be to get her a sling.

Oh I didn't even realize there was a listen check. Hold on while I roll....Listen check. Add 2 against humans. (1d20+8=12)

"Step back away from that door lass. There is something behind it. My guess is another dog. Keep to the plan and get this oaf down the hall. Jeorik could use the help. I will be close in case whatever it is gets through."

The plan is still the same as above.

After rubbing his should Darthen takes a second to crack his neck. Gripping his buckler firmly he moves into an offensive stance. As he swings his blade high he fients and brings the short sword horizontal, aiming for the brutes exposed midsection. As the blade digs in he can feel the edge glance off the half-orcs ribs. Just as quickly as he strikes he assumes his defensive stance ready to parry or block his opponents blows. The confident look on Giggles face quickly turns to burning rage. With a sneer on his lips Darthen says, "Yargin, I hope you didn't have any dinner plans with your date tonight. Looks like she won't be making it."

Attack (1d20 4=23)

crit conf:

crit conf (1d20 4=18)

Damage (1d6=5)

Crit damage = 10

TheOcho wrote:

Darthen's post above is his 1st round action.

Cool. I had thought of it as the conclusion of his surprise round, but shamless opportunist that I am I will accept your well-meant honesty and punish you for it. :)

The door to Darthen's left crashes open, slamming into the man's shoulder. Through the doorway you can see a hulking leather-clad half-orc carrying a huge flail.

Enter the girlfriend. Giggles is in G4. Darthen you can make a strength check v 16 to keep the door closed or go with its flow. If you vacate the square Giggles steps into H4.

Ouch! My backup is behind me, right? Guys?

Str Check (1d20=11)

[ooc]No go on the str check.

The door in front of Darthen flies open with incredible speed. Quicker than he can react to it. As the door slams into his shoulder he involuntarily steps back. A huge half-orc takes up the entire doorway. His looks over Darthen and a his lips turn into a grin framing large yellow-brown teeth that could easily pass for tusks.

Darthen takes a moment to rub his shoulder and stretch it out. With a wicked grin he says, "It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog."

Had trouble modelling the interior last night. We'll use squares for now. From North to south columns are labelled A-M. From west to east rows 1-17.

Column 1 is in the street. The loading dock, A2-C11. The double doors into the building are in columns 3 and 4 between rows C and D. The door are propped open, but the cart in front of them will restrict movement somewhat. No charges into the building, it takes an extra square of movement to get by the cart and in. The front door is in opens. Mel stands just outside the building, behind the cart. You can't see much in the shadws behind him.

The front door opens onto a 15x20 room. (H2-J5) I3 is occupied by a large solid desk. There are doors in H4, I3 and in the far wall in H5 and I5. "Not Lamm" has retreated to H5.

Still waiting on surprise round actions from Kel and Ini.

Darth, Jeo, and Heather may post for round 1.

Still planning on finishing the architectural model.

The desk is at I3, I take it the door is actually H4 and H3, right? Which door did Darthen kick open?

As the man takes a step back Darthen sneers, "It looks like your girl Giggles isn't coming to save you. You can leave, but I will leave it up to you to decide in how many pieces it will be. Now be quick about it. Where is Lamm. You have only one chance." As he speaks he moves up until he is next to the man while weaving his sword in deadly looking patterns. I believe that should put me at H4.

Lamm has not wasted any more money maintaining the door than he has the exterior. I was kind of interested if you would try turning the knob first.

The door bursts open, surprising the man behind the desk 8' from the door. He stands up quickly, hands in his pockets. "What do you mean by this? What do you want?" He is wearing a long frock coat with ornate chasing on the lapels and cuffs. The shoulders and breasts of the coat are worn and shiny from constant brushing. His gold and grey hair is drawn back tightly from his sneering face.

Begin the surprise round now. Everyone gets 1 action. Then if you go before your nearest opponent post your first round actions.

Initiative Order:

Keliwyn 23
Darthen 22
Heather 18
Giggles (loading dock) 19
Yargin (front door) 16
Mel (loading dock) 14 +
Radavel 14 -
Jeorik 5

Try the doorknob first? What do I look like a two bit hero? Nope not me. ;)

I am going to post Darthens actions to help speed things up. I hope it is ok.

As soon as his foot hits the door he realizes Lamm wasn't expecting any trouble at his warehouse. The flimsy door flexes for a brief second as it flies open hitting the wall behind it. It only takes a brief second for Darthen's eyes to adjust interiors light source. As they do a man stands up from behind his desk. Darthen answers the mans question with one word. "Lamm" As the word leaves his sneering lips he strides forward 5-foot step and swings his short sword in a downward arc towards the mans should.

Att Roll (1d20+4=17)

Damage (1d6=3)

Can he tell if the door is in better shape than the rest of the building or is it just as ramshackle? That will determine how hard he will put his boot on it. Ramshackle = a good swift kick near the locking mechanism. Sturdy looking door = a nice jog up, get a little air, as he slams hit boot into it.

Watch the door open as soon as he takes a flying kick at it.

Init (1d20+3=22) Woo!

Yep, I think you are right. This is the description above,

"On the west (street or front) of the building are a few small windows. The door, from which the two men emerged, is a closed double door."

I got that confused when I read the part about the two loading some handcarts. So front door, and storm it. The building is ramshackle so do we take the chance they didn't reinforce the door and proceed to kick it in for a good surprise round?

Jeorik checks his longsword in its sheath, reaches to make sure he can grab his arrows quickly and then grips both hands on his longspear.

"After you," Jeoirk says to Darthen, nodding his head towards the door, and then with a grin can't help but add, "before someone calls the guard on the good lady."

"Right then." Turning to Heather he says, "Once you are ready lets head out."

as the other posts says, once Heather is ready we will walk parallel to the warehouse engaging in chatter to look as if we may sort of look to be part of the area. Maybe with her as a old timer sailor they will think we might have hired him for a jaunt. Once we are across from the guys working outside we will storm them, Jeorik and myself in the front.

"I can", Heather says, looking a bit odd with her voice coming out of the skull like visage. "I was just trying to keep my identity under raps, in case we need it later on for anything. What do you all think I should do?"

"Well, um, if you can do something as scary as that can you do a man? Maybe some salt licked sailor with a crazy eye? That might give them pause for a second.", Darthen says with a grin. "As soon as we the others are ready we will start walking parallel to the warehouse. Once we are even with the ones out front we turn and storm their positions. Since you seem capable of magic, try not to blow all the good stuff at first. If Lamm is in there and waiting for us he may have some magic backup as well."

Heather casts Disguise self on herself, appearing as a tall, black shrouded skeleton, with flames in its eyes and trailing a slow moving dark mist, carrying a massive scythe. "How do I look?" she asks. "Think this'll scare any of them?"

As Darthen surveys the warehouse he takes a quick look behind him. His hand drops to his sword as he takes a small step back. "What the... You gave me a start there for a second. Making them crap their pants wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I said we would take the front. Can you do that once we get closer? If we go down looking like that they will either run inside and barricade the doors or come straight at us giving the others inside plenty of warning."

"A frontal assault would be no different from putting all of our eggs in one basket if you will, but splitting up may not be the right plan either. Umph, I have heard the military types say that plans are thrown out the windows once the action starts. Lets see if we can send the others in hiding around the back. At least it will prevent Lamm from getting away." Clapping Jeorik on the back with a smile, "Let the others know what you have come up with. Tell them we will give we will head to the front in 10 minutes so they better be ready."

As Darthen checks the building from their hiding spot he notices the lines running above. "I should have suspected there would be a way to access the shingles from the building. It only makes sense for the type of business Lamm's in." Darthen points this out to the others.

Darthen strains his hears to hear any other sounds coming from the general area of the warehouse.

Listen (1d20 10=19)

Are there any other people walking around the area?

Darthen watches the others as the predictions are made, "Interesting. I'm sure most of us have heard of these... divinations. I can't help notice that some of the cards seem to intertwine with our own circumstances. However if there was one thing I have learned over the years is that we make our own destiny. These cards, if true, only tell us what may come based on our own decisions. Each of you can take what you want from the cards, but the bottom line is Lamm needs to be dealt with. We already have a base plan that, luck willing, will see us into warehouse without much trouble." He turns to Zellara, "Would you be willing to provide us with a quick meal before we leave? That will allow us to finish up any loose ends before we set out."

After lunch we head out according to the plan? Jeorik, Heather, and myself going down to scout out the outside of the warehouse while the others wait close by.

"Alright then." Looking back at the lady that summoned everyone. "Is there anything else you have to tell us?"

If nothing, and no one else has any questions, issues, etc then ...

"Lets make sure everyone has whatever gear they will need and head out."

Darthen nods at the newcomer, "That's an interesting set of talents you have." With a hint of respect he finish by saying, "I think the two of us and you, Jeorik isn't it? Will scout the warehouse out. The rest of you keep out of site. Especially you Darvyl. Lamm will remember that a guardsman infiltrated his ranks and will be looking for you." After a moment he says, "Anyone else have anything to say? Now is the time to bring it up."

Darvyl reaches over to pat Heather's hand as he says earnestly and a bit patronizingly. "Of course you can help. Just stay out of the way when the blades come out."

Such a ladies man! :)

"I can hold my own on the front as well. From what I have heard I am convinced that we need to take Lamm out now. We all have our reasons all of which seem justified to me. I guess what we need to figure out is the plan as someone said already. Running in with weapons drawn will get us killed. Waiting to long will put is in the same sinking boat. The district the warehouse is in will be his territory. Any kids or thugs you see will be in his pocket. My suggestion is for those of us with some street sense to case out the joint to see what his defenses look like. Now that he knows people are coming for him he will make sure to increase his thugs presence. Once we have seen the place the others will meet us close by the warehouse so we can plan our strategy."

Looking around at the others he waits for any arguments or criticism to his plan.

"A new start? Maybe she isn't as crazy as I thought."

Darthen nods at what Darvyl says. "I agree, Lamm needs to be taken care of now." He turns back to their host and says, "Lets here the rest of what you have to say so we get on with this."

"Can you tell us what the meaning of the cards we got is? Is there some significance as to why they are different?"

Still not completely trusting the lady, Darthen stays back near one of the walls. He keeps an eye on the doors and windows.

"I don't mind dealing with Lamm. If not for my sake, then for family and friends. How do we know this isn't some elaborate trap laid out to ensnare us all in one pot."

A deeply tanned Korvosian with shoulder length brown hair is lighting the sconces. As the light brightens the room he quickly searches it before moving to the slightly ajar door as he peeks through the crack listening for anything unusual.

Listen, Search (1d20 10=24, 1d20 4=8)

Inigo looks at Darthen, "And what are you doing here, too?!"

"Well by the looks of things we all received a summons for this address. As Keliwyn said if this is Lamm's doing then we should head in and investigate. Either Lamm sent us the card to draw us into a trap or he has found out who sent it and they may be in danger."

Darthen and Darvyl keep an eye out for any followers as they wind their way through the alleys and streets. They are backtracking and using shops to get from one street to another. As they come to the address minutes past the appointed time they see Jeorik step into door, Keliwyn with his hand on his hilt, and Inigio in a battle stance with shield and mace out. The two look at each other and back to the scene in front of them. Worried that something has gone wrong they run the last half block with weapons drawn.

As soon as they approach Darthen shouts, "Keliwyn, has something happened?"

Thom: